H P Boy who livesYear 7- Summer
Chapter 5
Godric's Hollow
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I came up with this theory late summer 2004 long before HBP was released. This chapter contains who I think should have been the HBP. Since the original point of book six should have gone full circle and should have lead back to why Lord Voldemort wanted to not only kill Harry, but James Potter as well. There is the other factor that he did not really want to kill Lily either. He was after Harry and she got in the way. That has never made much sense to me, after what he heard with the Dementors. I followed the clues from all five books staying true to the story in my own way. Well, uh, with that little bit said on with chapter 5... Now it gets serious. Warning two box tissue moment alert.
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Harry poked his head out of the bathroom and dove into his room. "The hell with it! I'll pack everything in the other trunk and that will be the end of it. Odds are that we won't be coming back here before term starts and this way it saves me a trip." He used his wand to send various articles of clothing flying into his other travel truck where they neatly folded themselves. "That should do it." He put on the same outfit that he purchased the day that they had gone shopping.
"Harry dear are you all right?" Molly knocked on his door.
"I reined in my James side if that is what you're asking." He opened the door to let her in.
"I bought this for you this morning." She held out a midnight blue travel cloak with a golden lining. "I know that you don't have one. I also got you more uniforms for school. You forgot them on your trip to Diagon alley."
"Thanks Aunt Molly, this is great." He tried on the travel cloak it had golden lion fastenings.
"I bought you some other dress robes as well. I thought you needed more than the two that you had. I thought the colors of Gryffindor house would look smashing on you." She fussed with his cloak.
"Um Aunt Molly is there another Triwizard Tournament this year?" Harry was dying to know the answer to this.
"Of course not silly boy that only happens once every 10 years or so...Hogwarts is celebrating this year." She reassured him.
"Oh ok so that's why we need all of these dress robes and stuff?" Harry frowned.
"That's exactly why you need all the extra robes this year." Molly checked over what he had packed. She found the snitch from the vault in one of the compartments inside, as well as a red velvet pouch containing the ring that he received by a mysterious letter on his sixteenth Birthday. "So you found your family's most treasured heirloom have you?" She held out the snitch.
"You mean to say the snitch in my vault has value besides belonging to my dad?" Harry stared at her now listening to her every word.
"This is the first snitch that was ever created. It belonged to your many times Great-Grandfather. It is part of the reason you inherited a fortune." She smiled at him. "Oh your family tree is impressive Harry. Why do you think that Malfoy wanted to befriend you so badly during your first year? It's because you are the many Great Grandson of Godric Gryffindor. That your father James Harry Potter was in fact the Half-Blood Prince."
"I'm what?" Harry could not believe what she was saying.
"This ring?" She held out the ring in her palm. "This is your birthright."
"That's my dad's signet ring." There was something like roaring in his ears. He couldn't process all of this at once. He blinked at her a few times as if to think clearly. "That whole Half-Blood Prince thing was real?" If there had been fire whiskey anywhere within his reach, he would have downed the bottle. He desperately needed to numb his mind.
"You are the heir of the Half-Blood Prince." Molly helped him sit down on his bed. "Voldemort zeroed your family out not only because of the prophecy, but because of what was in your bloodline. In killing James, he did the one thing that he had been trying to prevent. That my dear was making you famous and your parents martyrs. They sacrificed their lives to try to save you."
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Harry felt like he was going to pass out as images flashed like lightning before his eyes.
(Flash) He was a newborn people were cooing down at him.
(Flash) He was a few months old and sharing his playpen with a curly haired amber eyed baby girl.
(Flash) He was reaching for his father's wand. He must have been five-months-old and sparks flew out of it. James was laughing so proud of his little boy. Lily was frowning, but also proud of him.
(Flash) Harry now nine-months-old was chasing after Hermione she had his toy. He caught her and made the toy vanish. She started to cry. Sirius ran outside picked up Hermione and then winked at Harry.
(Flash) He toddled after the snitch, as if he could catch it and to his delight got his chubby fingers around it. To his parents horror he ate the snitch. Sirius and Lupin were grinning.
(Flash) His first birthday, it looked like most of the Order were there. Dumbledore and Minerva were conjuring up rainbows while Harry happily sat in his lap. Hagrid was laughing making funny faces.
(Flash) It was dark lightning was flashing outside...he was scared. He didn't like storms, he felt like something was wrong. His mum looked so worried and his Dad was hugging her telling her that it was the right thing that Peter would not betray them. His mother was crying.
Harry's whole body went ridged and was shaking so badly that Molly went to go fetch Hermione to watch him.
He was crying now.
Hermione raced into the room, sat down on the bed next to him, and pulled him into her arms.
He buried his face against her shoulder and cried his eyes out.
(Flash) The storm was fierce outside, as if warning of what is to come. Harry could sense danger so he started crying. James came in, picked him up out of his crib, and tried to calm him. Lily bought him his bottle, but Harry hit it away. He didn't want that! Something was wrong! Why couldn't they understand that! He could say many different things now and tried to tell them. He managed to get out bad man several times. They didn't understand thought he was scared of the storm.
Harry was sobbing so violently that Hermione knew that something was terribly wrong. He had only acted this way when he found out that Sirius killed his parents. Had something triggered those hidden memories? "It's all right Harry I'm here no one is going to hurt you."
Sirius jumped into his portrait and knew instantly what was wrong. "Frig me he's remembering everything!"
"Oh no this is not good Uncle Sirius. Tell Aunt Molly to get Uncle Albus and Professor Snape can bring him a potion or something." Hermione rocked Harry as if he were a little boy.
"He's coming! Don't you understand! Something is wrong!" He cried out startling the two of them.
"He knew that Voldemort was coming!" Hermione and Sirius exclaimed in unison.
"Son of a bitch! I have to go get Albus and as much as I hate it Snivellus and then go tell James and Lily!" Sirius left his portrait.
People raced up the staircase.
Remus raced into the room and stared horrified at Harry. "Oh frigging hell."
"Remus Lupin you will watch your tongue!" Minerva growled from the doorway.
"Look at Harry! Look at him and tell me that wasn't the proper thing to say!" Lupin pointed at Harry and then glared at Minerva.
"Oh my well in this case I guess so. Molly should never have told him the truth." Minerva sat down on the other side of Harry. She felt his forehead he was burning up. "Good thing that Albus is bringing Severus and Poppy."
(Flash) That horrible feeling was getting worse as was the storm. He could hear his father enchanting all the doors and windows. This made him even more afraid, that meant that someone bad was coming or near. His mother sat in the rocker in his nursery and hummed him a lullaby. He wasn't tired someone bad was coming. Then he knew that the bad man was there.
"NO!! I DON'T WANNA SEE THIS! I CAN'T SEE THIS PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" He cried out as if he was in agonizing pain.
Hermione kept rocking him, Minerva rubbed his back to comfort him, and Lupin punched a hole in the wall.
Albus Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and Professor Snape had arrived in time to hear Harry's agonizing cry.
"Still loathe him Severus?" Dumbledore watched how Snape's already pale complexion went ghostly white.
"No one should have to remember that." Severus growled. "He is his own person. I no longer see him as James. He proved that to me sixth year."
"The poor boy looks like he's burning up with fever." Poppy fretted.
"Leave him be, if we were to awaken him now it would damage him forever." Dumbledore knelt in front of Harry. "He can't hurt you again Harry just let the memory come."
"Bad man is here...he's gonna hurt me. He's gonna hurt my mum and dad." Harry sounded as if he were a year old. He had opened his eyes they were feverishly bright.
"What in Mab's name is happening to Harry?" The portrait that Molly was holding in her arms spoke, it was Lily Potter.
"Oh frigging hell! He can't be remembering?!" James snarled in frustration, for he could do nothing for his son.
Harry glared at the painting, fury lit up his eyes. "I warned you! You left me, because you didn't listen!" He snarled. "I went through utter hell because you didn't trust your gut instinct! I am reliving this hell because you screwed up!"
(Flash) There was a sound downstairs. The door was opening, a crash echoed throughout the house. "You will not get Harry! I will not allow it Lucius!" James shouted from downstairs.
Fierce fighting was now happening downstairs. He was not the bad man no he was still outside waiting.
"Lily!! THEY'RE HERE TAKE HARRY AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" James roared up the stairs a red flash of light hit him square in the chest. "Lily!"
"No need to warn the little one James." Voldemort sneered down at James's still form.
"No! James!" Lily raced into the nursery to get Harry.
Voldemort was stalking up the steps. "Don't be foolish girl! Just get out-of-the-way and I won't harm you! All I want is the boy!" He was standing in the doorway of Harry's nursery wand pointed at his crib.
"NO NOT HARRY!! I WON'T LET YOU GET HARRY!!" She covered him with her body.
"Very well," He used what had to be the unforgiving curse on Lily for she screamed and went limp to the floor.
"NO!! MUM!!" Harry screamed as if in so much agony that he would kill himself to make it stop. His scar had never hurt this much. It was worse than when Voldemort had been alive. He clutched his forehead in agony.
(Flash)
"So innocent yet so full of potential. Oh I have been watching you little Harry. I have been watching to see if what I was told is true. You will be my end, so I have to kill you." He placed his wand to Harry's forehead. "A pity... You could have been great you know. I can see it in your eyes. So much spirit...so much potential..."
He was about to begin his undoing when James grabbed hold of his wand arm. "No! You will not take Harry!" MacNair and Malfoy raced up the stairs and subdued him.
Voldemort turned to sneer at James. "You bore me." He killed him with the Avada Kedavra curse, right before Harry's eyes. Then proceeded to place the wand back on Harry's forehead.
"I WILL KILL BAD MAN!" Was last thing that he said when the flash of green light and pain like he had never felt overcame him.
He awoke sometime later in the arms of Dumbledore, who was carefully bundling him up in a blanket. "You will be safe Harry I promise you that." He kissed him on the scar that was now on his tiny forehead. "Forgive me." He placed him down where he was safe and Hagrid would find him.
Hagrid found him wrapped in the blanket and carried him outside.
A loud noise? He heard his Uncle Sirius he was coming for him it would be all right.
He heard them talking, but Sirius wasn't going to take him. Hagrid wouldn't let him.
He was set in a makeshift sling across Hagrid's middle and then they were off flying in the air. No! I want Uncle Sirius! He was gone and he was alone, so he settled off to sleep.
"I want Uncle Sirius…" Harry had fallen asleep in Hermione's arms, but he kept whimpering that against her shoulder.
"He wanted me!" Sirius had tears streaming down his cheeks.
Snape who was able to enter minds had seen the final moments of James and Lily Potter. "Might I suggest that we let Madame Pomfrey take a look at him?" He looked as if concerned for Harry. "I'm sorry. I didn't know just how much he was aware at that young age..." Snape looked at James and Lily who were clinging to each other.
"None of us did." James growled hoarsely.
"I did but you never listened." Lily sniffled.
"What is in the past is in the past. We must step forward into the sunshine and so must Harry into his new life." Albus finally spoke softly his voice laced with emotion.
Hermione settled back against the headboard her arms protectively wrapped around him as he slept. "I am not leaving and I would dare any of you to try to make me leave." She acted like a lioness protecting her cub.
"You two are going to be trouble times ten, I just know it." Poppy rolled her eyes heavenward. "The rest of you out, while I look him over!"
"Molly please hang us above the bed." James was not going to leave him any time soon.
"Yes please Molly, we'll watch over him." Lily knew that Molly thought of Harry as her own.
"I am sitting right here." Molly sat down in the chair by the fireplace after hanging the portrait of his parents.
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The others all left Poppy to her tending of Harry. They all thought about what had just happened and what it would mean when Harry awakened.
"Severus, Harry and Hermione have earned a Malfoy free year. I believe that you can understand that. I understand about Quidditch that can't be helped, but there will be no Slytherin's in any of their classes." Albus had his mind made up.
"I agree Headmaster, besides Draco would be dead by the end of class. We wouldn't want that to happen now would we?" Snape agreed.
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Chapter 6
The twins
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I do not claim any of JKR's characters only that I love being able to create my own kind of mischief with her beloved characters. I do not claim any other things that are owned by other companies that I may mention once and a while in the stories...Although the original characters and ideas are, mine and I loved creating them. So please review if you wish but try not to flame me too badly.
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Cindra 2004-2008