(Harry's Perspective)
I felt power ripping through me, I couldn't contain it anymore. The sorrow, fear, pain I had endured would not be ignored. Peter whimpered, and that drove my anger to new highs. "Stop sniveling you maggot." With a thought he flew into the wall. I walked slowly towards him, "your afraid aren't you?" He nodded. "Too bad, fear isn't what I want."
A part of me wanted to stop, to not sink to his level. Another noted how easy it was to ignore it. The fury within me grew stronger, I couldn't control it. Peter was screaming in pain, as my power slashed at him. This thing that caused all my pain. The death of my parents, Sirius' imprisonment, my imprisonment at the Dursleys, the return of the dark lord, Cedric's death, and lastly Sirius' death. All because I aloud him to live.
I remembered clearly all the tormenting by Dudley, and the times spent under the stairs hoping to have someone, anyone, come and save me from that hell. I cannot let him get away, no matter what the cost.
I distantly heard Remus calling, telling me to stop. Why, he has done so much wrong. Sirius called saying James wouldn't want me to become a murderer to avenge him. He can't tell me that himself can he? I raised my arm, I was going to end it. To delay the suffering of the world, I will kill him.
'Please be safe Harry.'
Who said that? I can't hear Remus or Sirius, not even Peter. Who said that?
"I won't let you kill him."
Before my eyes, I saw myself. I was confused, why would I block Peter, I wanted to kill him.
"But I don't."
Who is this person, was he the voice?
"No I'm not. I'm the Harry you replaced. I won't let you turn us into murderers."
He doesn't know what Peter is responsible for. He glared at me, "yes I do. They warned me, they said you might kill him. Even if we are free, what about Sirius? If you kill him, they can't prove his innocence. Doesn't he deserve not to have to hide for the rest of his life?"
I knew he was right, I couldn't ask Sirius to stay in hiding for the rest of his life. But if Peter escapes again, Sirius won't be free either.
"We have the power to ensure he can't. Look inside our mind, the knowledge is there."
I focused for a moment and found the spell I needed. But did I want to take the chance? How do I know if this isn't a trick to get me to give him a chance to escape?
"Because, only you are aware that he is responsible for so much evil. His choices led him to this path, his choices will be his demise. We could kill him, but that would make us no better than Voldemort. Unfortunately we're the good guys, we don't get the luxury to kill the enemies we want dead."
A shadow appeared beside the other Harry, "you want him dead! Kill him!"
No, I won't. I will not fall to Tom Riddle's level. No more death that can be prevented.
The shadow reached out to strike, to kill. "If you're afraid to, I will!"
The other me grabbed it, and a struggle ensued. While the other me fought the shadow, I felt helpless. They threw each other in to walls hard enough to cause the building to shake. I caught sight of Remus and Sirius, they had erected a barrier to protect them from the onslaught. I was slowly able to see past the shadow's façade. I saw burning red eyes and knew instantly who it was. Voldemort. The piece that he left inside me. I felt my anger rising beyond even the highest point against Peter. "Voldemort!"
The anger that burned my veins heightened the battle before me. I saw the 'Voldemort' weaken a little, which caused me to focus all my will on 'Voldemort' before me.
It felt like hours had passed, I felt myself weakening. The other me was tiring as well. I felt despair fill my heart. I pulled, called, begged and pleaded for the power to overcome the darkness before me.
I felt something coming, I hoped it would help the other me, because I no longer could. All I could do was watch, a silent observer to the event. Both sides seemed to be growing stronger, with one final effort, I gave everything to the other me and hoped for the best.
I felt the storm calming, just before I blacked out, I saw one of them fall defeated. I a small part of my mind, I heard a scream, but it wasn't my mother's.
"Hey there champ."
The other me appeared beside me, "so you won? That's good to know." He smirked at me, "Yeah, my part in this struggle is over. I hope you like the benefits."
I was surprised, "you don't want your life back?"
He shook his head, "no. Why would I want to go through all that fighting again? No, the next time the battle is joined, you will have to fight on your own. I am going to fade out, I must admit, there is one thing I wanted to do."
"What?"
"Go on a date. It was always a dream I had. Goodbye Harry Potter, be victorious in all your endeavors.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was something on my hand. I opened my eyes to see the hospital wing. Suppressing a groan, I looked down to see Hermione asleep in a chair, she was what I felt holding my hand. Smiling slightly, I rubbed the side of my head. I looked around to see if anyone else was around, seeing no one I quickly got out of bed and lifted Hermione into the nearest bed.
I covered her with a blanket, and returned to my bed. I noticed a pair of glasses on the bedside table. Hermione doesn't wear glasses, I thought to myself. I realized that they were mine. I smirked, now I don't need glasses, what other benefits did I get?
A while later I woke up to hearing two people talking.
"Why can't I see him?" That was Hermione.
"He's unconscious, do you really feel that you can do anything that hasn't already been done?" That was Madam Pomfrey.
I sat up and looked towards the 'conversation'. "You two mind, you could wake the dead with all that yelling."
Hermione and Pomfrey turned to me, Hermione yelled, "Harry" before running over to me and knocking the bed sideways. Pomfrey seemed to be struggling to speak.
"Po- Potter, how are you conscious? My scans said you wouldn't wake up for several days."
I shrugged, well as best I could with Hermione still hugging me. "Seems the surroundings kicked my healing abilities in to overdrive. I woke up earlier too."
"You're the one who put me to bed," Hermione asked.
"Yes. Hermione, could you let go? You're starting to cut into my ability to consume oxygen." Hermione quickly let go, blushing violently, but didn't move from the side of the bed.
Pomfrey wanted to run some more tests to ensure that I was healthy. I talked to Hermione about any recent developments since I was out. She handed me a copy of the Daily Prophet.
PETTIGREW HAS BEEN GIVEN THE KISS! BLACK CLEARED OF CHARGES! INVESTIGATION OF POST WAR TRIALS ANNOUNCED!
Peter Pettigrew was condemned to be given the kiss earlier this morning. Sources within the Ministry have said Pettigrew's Order of Merlin will be revoked. On a lighter note, this reporter was able to witness the full apology to Sirius Black, given by the Minister himself.
Black graciously accepted the apology with a word of caution, "if it happened once, it could happen again."
The Ministry also has given Sirius Black twelve years of back pay for the error.
For investigation of Bartemius Crouch and others who were responsible for such a large error, pg. 2
For the Minister's apology, pg. 4
For Sirius Black's interview with the Daily Prophet, pg. 5
I could feel the smirk on my face. I couldn't help it, this meant that Voldemort's plans wouldn't accelerate because of Wormtail's assistance. I heard Pomfrey say that I had a clean bill of health. Taking my wand, I transfigured my clothes into some decent robes. As Hermione and me made our way towards the exit she said, "aren't you forgetting your glasses Harry?"
Realizing that I didn't want to tip off the changes I had been though, I quickly donned them and realized that I was kind of blind. Quickly tapping my wand on the rims, they adjusted to my new prescription.
Walking out, we made our way to the common room. I could tell Hermione wanted to know what happened. Once we arrived at the common room, I noticed no one was there. Looking at Hermione, she said, "I figured you wouldn't tell me what happened if other people were around."
I smiled at her insight, she was right. "I can't tell you everything, but soon I will hopefully."
"Why can't you tell me," she said in a small voice, "don't you trust me?"
I walked closer and laid a hand on her shoulder, "it's got nothing to do with trust. I'm not allowed to say anything yet. If I was, you are the first person I'd go to for insight."
She seemed mollified by this. We stood there for awhile. I honestly wasn't sure why, but I felt oddly relaxed. After a few minutes I asked, "you hungry?" She nodded. As supper was a few hours off, I decided to go straight to the source. We quickly arrived at the painting that led to the kitchen. I tickled the pear, and we entered.
Hermione was surprised at how many house elves were working in the kitchen. I asked the first one I could for some food, knowing they'd bring more than plenty. We sat and ate in relative silence. I realized that when I was just around Hermione, we seemed to speak without words a lot.
Once we finished, Hermione said, "perhaps you should go and talk to Dumbledore. I'm sure he could help straighten things out." I noticed she had her head down.
I stopped and turned to her, "Hermione, look at me." She complied. "If I can't tell you, what makes you think I can tell Dumbledore? I would tell you first if I was allowed." I dropped my shields hoping she would see I was telling the truth. She looked at me for a long time before nodding.
We stood there until we heard the chime for classes to let out. "Come on, I want you to come with me."
She looked curious, "where?"
"To the headmaster's office. He has something I want you to see."
A/n: Hehehehehehehe. Next: Hermione learns the prophecy. Harry draws a line in the sand and Snape steps over it. Harry learns about the repercussions of the events at the Shrieking Shack. Embarrassment of Fudge.
C. Rose: The multiple views were to let people know what was going on behind the scenes. I admit I over did it last chapter though.
If you're still reading: the answer to who was the last perspective in the previous chap is …
Hermione