Disclaimer: The great J.K Rowling owns anything and anyone you recognise as from the first five books. I merely used her characters to write this story, because I am talent less. Thank you
Do you believe in love? I've put my trust in you.
Harry James Potter-Black sat there thinking to himself: Is there such a thing as love?
"I have loved and been hurt so much times the only thing I can associate with it is pain. I loved my parents they died and I loved Sirius he died. I loved Dumbledore and he betrayed me and I loved my friends who betrayed me. I loved Mrs. Weasley as I did my own mother and she betrayed me. Why should I love when it brings so much pain?"
He sighed and looked down to the pensieve in his hands. Harry felt an awkward scratch on the side of his palms. Feeling the bottom, he withdrew a letter that was concealed within. This was a letter from his father. It filled him with so much hope, yet so much dread. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and read.
'To the light of our lives, Harry James Potter…
19 years in the past
James Potter sat in divination asking himself and Sirius about love. He wondered whether he loved Lily or not. He thought about her night and day. Sighing deeply he looked into the crystal ball and felt a dizzying sensation.
He looked in and to his shock, saw himself, with green eyes sitting alone on his bed weeping softly, hidden by the hangings. He looked closer and he realised. 'It's my baby, it's my baby boy'.
The image spoke, and James reeled back in shock. This was not normal- you were not supposed to hear things in crystal ball visions. The boy was thinking aloud and he listened with growing sadness as his baby boy had tears streaming down his face.
"I have loved and been hurt so much times the only thing I can associate with it is pain. I loved my parents they died and I loved Sirius he died. I loved Dumbledore and he betrayed me and I loved my friends who betrayed me. I loved Mrs. Weasley as I did my own mother and she betrayed me. Why should I love when it brings so much pain?"
He was pulled out of his vision abruptly and Viola's concerned face came into focus. He got up muttering that he had blacked out and that he needed to visit the hospital wing.
Sirius escorted him down to the hospital wing where he took a pepper up potion and dragged Sirius to his room.
"Sirius, we need to get a couple of things from Hogsmeade, lets go!" ever the one to break rules without questioning he left with him.
An hour later the two Marauders returned. Sirius was shell-shocked, was James going to do it? He could not believe it, Merlin it was unbelievable.
It occupied both their minds until that evening. James entered the common room to find Lily and her three mates: Anna, Arabella and Lena studying for their Charms exam due to be taken the following week. She sighed as he walked towards her, and told him she couldn't spend much time with him because she needed to study.
"Lily-flower, I promise this wont take more than fifteen minutes. It's very important to me." His serious face convinced her and she put her books to one side.
She moved over so he could sit next to her, but he did not sit. Remus and Peter walked in behind him with lots of food from the kitchen, but respectfully stayed silent in the background whilst looking on curiously.
James dropped onto one knee and took her hand, "Lily Marie Evans, will you marry me?" He opened up a small box clearly showing the soul ring inside. The girls shrieked in happiness whilst Lily herself looked at him with tearful eyes.
"James, are you sure? I could not bear it if you were to leave me, are you ready for this commitment?" He looked at her as if she was crazy and spoke to dispel her doubts.
His tears left his eyes and he pulled her so close that every time he spoke his lips encountered hers.
"Lily-Flower, did you hear about me collapsing in divination?" She nodded slightly confused as how this would show if he meant it.
"I was asking myself if I loved you, if my thinking of you as often as my heartbeat continued meant that you were my life, my love. Then I looked into the crystal ball and saw the future and it showed me that, yes I did love you. Do you know what I saw?
I saw an image of myself, near perfect but he was slightly taller but do you know what the most wonderful thing about it was?" She shook her head her tears following James unusual show of emotion. The others in the background watched their own tears trickling down their faces.
"He had," his voice shook, "The most beautiful green eyes in the world. Lily-flower, I saw our baby, our baby boy, and it told me that you were the one for me. My beginning, my end, and everything in between. So, Lily Marie Evans will you marry me?"
Her tears dropped onto his face and she pushed him away slightly. He looked heartbroken until she held out her hand. Then his eyes lit up and he placed the ring on her finger, kissing it and muttered the words he had read once when he was a child.
"Mei Aeternus Eternus Amor." Sealing the bond, a small part of his soul went into the ring. In essence, he submitted a part of himself to display perfect loyalty to her.
Two days later, they wrote a letter and started a collection of the good memories they had at Hogwarts from Sirius, Remus, himself, and Lily. Three days before they died, James sent the pensieve to their family vault, along with other rare Potter family books that their child would require in the future due to the damn prophecy.
Present day
'To the light of our lives, Harry James Potter…
If you are reading this, then we are most likely dead, as is Sirius. This pensieve contains all the good times we had at Hogwarts and all the pranks we pulled.
In our vault, you will find rare books containing Lord Gryffindors personal texts, even the ones he had acquired from Merlin. I trust you will not abuse this honour. That is all we wished to say to the future saviour of the wizarding world.
Now, this is to our love, our hope, and our happiness. Yes baby Prongs, this is your father and mother is here with me. We wish to tell you something you have undoubtedly been ignorant of, if what I fear has come to pass and you have been let down by many people.
Love is wonderful, yes, love hurts, and yes, it tears at every fibre of your being when a loved one dies. However, you have to realise that without love, we are Voldemort, without love there is no hate. There are no morals, no peace, you must love, or you should not exist for you are blight on humanity.
Every person has something they love, Voldemort does not. He craves power therefore it rules him. You crave love and therefore you are ruled by love. We cannot express to you how much we love you, in the two rings that belong to your mother and I reside a piece of our souls and our love for each other and you.
Wear the rings on a chain around your neck so that wherever you go, what ever you do, you will know that we love you and will continue to do so till hell freezes over.
To our baby, we love you and will love you. Remember love hurts, but it heals and it brings hope. No man should despair of love, for love is all the there is good in the world.
James and Lily Potter
Mei Aeturnus Eternus Amor'
Harry extracted the rings he had found and kissed them reverently, and held them to his heart.
"Mum and dad, I love you, Sirius I love you, and I will honour your memories. Wait for me please, when death comes to me, I would not like to travel alone as I have done for much of my life. Wait for me so that I can finally find peace in death, peace, which I was denied in life''
Blaise Zabini crept away from the boy's dormitories her face moist with tears; it was he. She knew that now, her grandmother had sung a poem –whilst in a trance- to her before she had passed away:
'Yours is a heart of gold my sweet
Soon the king of kings you'll meet
He will be a warrior, with the sharpest of minds
Covering what he is – sweet, gentle, and kind
Hiding all the pain he feels
At thy feet shall he kneel
His words will cause many jeers
And his love will be the one to witness his tears
The departed shall give him their souls
He'll find peace once he has fulfilled his role'
He was her love, but he had a war going on, therefore she would meet with him in secret until the war was over.
Harry still sat there sobbing for hours, no one came in as everyone was watching the Quidditch practice, and he had already made the team and had requested a break. The captain had reluctantly agreed as he had seen the state Harry was in. they had a game in three days so he wanted his chasers in top form and fitness.
Harry collected himself, took out his Firebolt, and headed out to the Quidditch pitch determined to live his life the best possible way. Roger (the captain and head boy) added him in without asking him as he saw the distressed state he was in.
Harry got up into the air and did a few laps of the pitch at full speed, letting the cool wind flow through his hair. It gave him freedom, no responsibilities, no expectations just pure freedom. He moved to his place and practice started.
Every time Harry got the quaffle, he slammed it through the hoops, decimating the defence the reserve team had up. Cho looked for the snitch but it was pointless. Harry had scored at least twelve in half an hour with the other chasers scoring the remaining seven. They continued, the stands watching on with awe as he put in any chance he got.
Pausing for a moment, he kissed the rings again and continued in his unrelenting assault on the hoops. Harry did not posses much of a throwing arm but he was unrivalled in flight, too fast and too good. He got into awkward positions, switched the quaffle, and did outrageous passes, which left the team giddy with delight. Yes, they were in with a shot at winning and the Gryffindors would be in for a shock.
Later that night, Harry created the counter measure for the rose memory potion and drank it. He was unprepared for the memories, which assaulted him, Vernon beating him. Petunia slapping him so hard that he fell over unconscious and both of them burning some of the photos of his mother that she had kept. Other memories continually battered his brain, despair, hurt, and anger. The potion was meant to make thesubject rememberthe better memories only, thats why he did notconsider them to have ever physically abused him, but now the memories were back.
Harry's anger rose, this meant he had taken that potion before. The Dursleys had drugged his food so that he would not throw his anger on them. He remembered the new TV and videos that the Dursleys had watched together and his anger erupted when he realized what must have happened. Dumbledore must have paid them to keep him there and drug him.
Leaving his dormitory he ran to the room of requirement, unleashing his hate upon the objects the room had provided. Oh, Dumbledore was going to pay for this, Snape would too but the Dursleys? He was going to make their lives a living hell...
Authors notes:
Thank you to all my reviewers and a big double thanks to my beta Lazurine as I forgot to thank her for the last chappie, I put this chapter in because most things were just pissing Harry off, I just gave him some happiness at the beginning but returned him to his mood with a vengeance so that you can realise how much its tearing into him.