Summary: When Harry's heritage becomes unsealed, who will teach the boy to master the "Power the Dark Lord knows not"? Set during Harry's sixth year and eight years following the Naruto series (Making Naruto and Sasuke 20).
Authors Note: The story is rated R as it contains extremely graphic violence (with Naruto and HP combined what did you expect?), as well as a lot of profanities and implied (and possibly more) Slash. If you don't like these, don't read. You have been warned. Also, just to note, this was written after Order of the Phoenix, and follows everything through the first five books. Due to the fact that the Naruto series is not complete, I have invented my own ending.
Now, without further ado, you can read the Fic.
Note: This version of Chapter 6 is not Bated. Expect Mistakes - I will repost the Betaed Version soon.
Chapter 6: The Battle of Grimmauld Place
All hell broke loose as Death Eaters flooded into the house. Harry's scar twinged in pain every few seconds, though he didn't know if that was because the skin hadn't sealed over yet or not. Looking around Harry realised that everyone in the Order had their wands in hand - except Sasuke - and so he quickly removed his own. It felt awkward holding his wand in his bandaged hand, and so ignoring the words of Madame Pomfrey he tore them off. They came away like jelly revealing his palm underneath. It looked blistered, and as soon as he moved it the hard skin burst. Ignoring the pain he gripped his wand tightly, wiping away the small rivulet of blood the coursed down the shining wood.
He barely noticed Ron and Hermione come to stand on either side of him. His eyes were fixed on the door, and when they swung open he, like almost everyone else in the room, swung their wands into a casting position.
"Stupefy!" Harry's voice was almost lost in the barrage of incantations, and as the multitude of lights hit them five of the Death Eaters running through the door were sent hurtling backwards tghrough the air, crashing into several of their companions behind them and knocking them to the ground. Taking no notice of their fallen, the rest of the Death Eaters poured into the room and duels broke out across the room.
Ron and Hermione were pushing the large table onto its side, and Harry joined them behind it. Together the three began firing curses out from behind it. Harry managed to stun a Death Eater who was aiming at Remus from behind, whilst Hermione immobilised three with a single spell, allowing Arthur Weasley to stun them.
Harry's scar erupted with pain suddenly, and he fell to his knees pressing his already blood-covered hand against it and yelling out in pain. Hermione and Ron were at his side in moments, and he noticed Hermione pick up his dropped wand. Before they could do anything a masked Death Eater was standing over them, wand raised.
Before anyone had a chance to react Harry threw out his hand towards the Death Eater in despreration.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
Unlike with the disarming charm, there was only a slight pain in his hand, and Harry was happy to note the still-healing skin was no worse off than it had been a moment before. The Death Eater shot up, rather uncontrollably, and smashed into the ceiling before falling down to the floor with a crash.
Harry took little notice as he pressed his hand against his burning scar again. It was warm, almost burning his palm, and he ducked his head and whimpered in pain. He heard Ron, Hermione and several others gasp and the room suddenly became quiet. Looking up Harry realised why.
Walking calmly into the room, stepping over bodies that littered the ground as though they were nothing more than rubbish, was Lord Voldemort himself. His searing red eyes shone in the room and his slit-like nostrils flared as he surveyed the the room. Dumbledore was one of the few who did not looked frightened by the Dark Lord's presence, and he calmly strode forwards to meet him, wand raised. No incantations were spoken as lights flew from their wands, hitting midair and ricocheting away.
The fighting recomenced when one of the Order members took the Death Eaters' distraction as an oppurtunity to stun one of them. Harry's scar was still searing in pain, but he quickly took his wand from Hermione and the trio began firing spells across the overturned table again.
Harry was just about to fire a stunning spell towards a Death Eater standing by the fireplace when his eyes fell upon the wich standing beside the door. Her long, dark hair fell about her unmasked face, and her eyes rested on the deulling forms of Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry watched her laugh, almost maniacally, as a curse from Voldemort slashed the old wizards face, and she clapped appreciativly.
"Expello." Commanded Harry, violently thrusting his wand towards her as the banishing spell shot from it. It hit her in the stomache, sending her flying out the door and into the hall. Leaping over the table which he had been hiding behid, causing a few Death Eaters to shout about his sudden appearence, Harry bolted towards the door and out into the hallway.
Bellatrix lay coughing in the hall, which was in a worse condition than the meeting room. A quick look to the side told Harry exactly why it was in such a condition. Sasuke was standing in the middle of the stairs, thee Death Eaters on one side of him, two on the other and approximatly ten lying around him bloody and unconcious. Much of the banisters now lay in broken heaps around the floor, the walls were riddled with holes and Sasuke was using wandless magic to send the Death Eaters flying before they even had a chance to attack him.
"Well, well, well if it isn't little baby Potter." Said Bellatrix in a mocking voice, bringing Harry's attention back to her. She got to her feet, wand in hand and her eyes fixed on Harry. "What's wrong little boy, still angry I put down your mangey excuse for a godfather?
"Expelliarmus!" Shouted Harry, his anger boiling.
"Consulo." Spoke Bellatrix, almost lazily, sending Harry's disarming charm back towards him. He dived to the floor to avoid it, and Bellatrix quickly stepped over him. Harry could feel her wand pointed at his head, and could barely make out her mocking words from the ringing in his ears. His blood was boiling and he let his anger and hate grow as he awakened his Sharingan.
"I'll spare you this time Potter - the Dark Lord wants you for his own. Don't worry though, you'll..."
Her words were cut off as Harry brought his head up, screaming in rage as he opened his eyes and let his magical energy rip towards her. He didn't send too much out, just enough to injure her quite a bit. He watched as she flew through the air, somersaulting three times before hitting the wall with a sickening crunch of breaking bones.
Struggling to his feet, Harry noticed that the Death Eaters were portkeying out. Before anyone could stop his me jumped over to Bellatrix's broken and bleeding body. Everywhere Harry's eyes fell there seemed to be blood covering, and her hands were grasping in her torn robes, as though searching for something. Not wanting her to escape, Harry quickly summoned her Portkey, throwing it to the floor without touching it in case it activated. Turning back to Bellatrix he raised his wand.
"Going to... Kill me baby Potter?" She whispered, blood pouring from her mouth with each word. She seemed to be having trouble breathing, and she gasped before continuing. "Can you do it? C-can you make yourself like me?"
"Avada..."
"Harry Stop!" Shouted a voice behind him, and Harry turned to see a disheviled Remus Lupin standing behind him. His hair was matted and he had a cut above one eye, a stream of blood running down the side of his face.
"She killed Sirius." He ground out, his voice full of hatred towards the woman on the floor.
"I know Harry, I know she did. Don't kill her though, killing her will make you just like her. She's scum Harry, she's nothing. You have a life to live - don't waste your innocence on her." Said the man in front of him, and Harry lowever his wand seeing the pain in his eyes.
Remus walked over to Harry, looking him up and down for injuries. He looked at Harry's hand briefly for a second, concern etched on his face before letting it drop and noding his head towards the dor, as if motioning for Harry to come back to the meeting room. Harry took a few steps before Remus' spoke again, freezing him in place.
"You killed Sirius. He was the only friend I had left, and you took him away from me. I'm not Harry, I have nothing left to live for - I on't care if I'm scum."
Harry looked around, shocked at Remus' words, just in time to see the man raise his wand. With a whispered "Avada Kedavra" a flash of green erupted from his wand and the Death Eater on the floor was dead. Harry watched Remus' shoulders sag, and then shake as a sob racked his body. Walking over to him he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, causing the older man to look up at him.
He looked broken. His eyes were almost as empty as Sirius' had been after Azkaban, though the tears running freely from them made them shine mre. It was only then Harry noticed that he was crying himself. Offering Remus his left, unbloodied hand he smiled at the old werewolf.
"You've still got me."
The words were almost whispered, but the effect they had on Remus' face was almost instantaneous. He smiled, perhaps not as brightly as he would have in the past, but more than Harry had seen him since his return to Grimmauld Place. Clasping Harry's hand in his own, and using his other to wipe away his tears, Remus nodded gratefully to Harry and together they walked back to the meeting room.
Half an hours later some semblance of order had been returned to the room, and Harry noticed for the first time that Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks had appeared, along with several other people he did not know. There were many people injured, including Ron who had a slash running the length of his left arm. When Harry asked how he was he laughed it off though, commenting that it would make a great scar.
Madame Pomfrey was rushing around the room, assisted by Mrs Weasley, and together they were patching up the injuries they could whilst sending those too serious to either Hogwarts or St Mungo's. Harry had a potion thrust into his hand by one of the women - which one he didn't know - and when he drank it he felt himself perk up a little. Before long Madame Pomfrey had dealt with almost everyone and came over to inspect Harry's hand.
"Mr Potter! I thought I told you those bandages were to remain on for the next week. You've caused more damage now, and you'll be lucky if it doesn't scar. Here, take this and wait for me to come back, this needs to be fixed up as soon as possible and it can't be done here." She almost screamed, thrusting a portkey into Harry's undamaged hand. Harry barely had the time to grab his wand before the portkey activated and, with a tug from behind his navel, he was gone from Grimmauld Place.
Harry landed, rather ineloquently, on the floor of the Hogwarts hospital wing. The room was bustling with activity and every bed seemed to be taken, so Harry simply found a chair and sat down, making sure not to touch anything with his right hand. Minutes later he heard his name being shouted, and looked up to see Ginny running towards him.
"Harry, you're ok? Is everyone else alright? What happened, I got so worried when nobody else came through the Floo?" she asked, her face quite pale from her obvious panic.
Harry told her what had happened after she had left and how everone was. He didn't tell her about Remus killing Bellatrix, he didn't think Remus would appreciate it. In turn Ginny told him that when nobody else came through the Floo she had contacted Tonks and she and Mad-Eye had taken reinforcements to Grimmauld Place.
After a while they fell silent until Harry heard his name being shouted again, this time by Madame Pomfrey. She reapplied her special bandages, this time covering them again with normal bandages and spelling them so that only she could remove them. With a comment about "difficult patients" she dismissed Harry, and along with Ginny they went to Gryffindor Tower, where Ginny said they would be staying for the night according to Professor McGonagall.
Entering the Gryffindor Common Room Harry suddenly felt the sense of homliness that he always associated with Hogwarts. He threw himself gently onto one of the red couches, appreciative of the warm fire burning in the fireplace. Ginny took a seat across from him, handing him his still shrunken belongings, which he quickly returned to their original size with a wave of his wand, doing the same with Ginny's, explining to her as he did that with Sirius dead he was legally classified as an adult in the Wizarding World. Ginny was shocked at first, but agreed that it would be useful to be able to perform magic outside of school.
Looking in his trunk Harry reached for the book Hermione had given him for his birthday. Opening it to the first few pages Harry skimmed through the index until he found a spell he thought might be useful.
"The Fireguard Shield. The Fireguard Shield is a shielding spell that will surround the caster with a protective dome that will block any type of fire, magical or otherwise. The Fireguard Shield, when cast correctly, will appear as a blue, softly glowing dome around the caster. The size of the dome is determined by the power put into it by that caster, and since it is a caster-held spell (meaning it takes a constant energy and concentration input from the caster) unless the caster is extremely powerful, the bigger the dome the less time it can be maintained for. The incantation for a Fireguard Ward is "Ignisarcere" (Pronounciation: Ig-Nisar-C-ere) - composed of the latin word for "fire" (ignis) and the latin word meaning "to ward off" (arcere), the two words must be spoken as a singular to achieve the spells effects. It has been debated that this spell could be considered a Ward rather than a Shield, however though it uses the latin for "to ward off" in the incantation, it does not fit the three requirements of a ward: It is not wide-spaced. It is not permenant/semi-permenant. It is a caster-held spell. The images below show the correct wand movements to successfully cast the spell.
Below the paragraph on the spell were several pictures detailing the casting of the spell. There were two pictures for the wand movement - each from a different angle - and being that it was a wizarding book each picture was moving. The wand movement was simple and Harry removed his wand and, after a few tries, felt confident that he had gotten it right.
Walking over close to the fireplace Harry raised his wand, attempting the spell. It took three tries for him to produce anything from the end of his wand, and on the first time he managed to produce a dome it was shaking like jelly and barely covering himself. Ginny looked up from her own book to watch Harry. She skimmed over the page in the book he had been reading before looking at his latest attempt - a still shaking dome of silvery light that stretched out about a foot from Harry in each direction.
"You could try putting more power behind it. And move away from the fire - it's better to learn a spell without anything fighting against it the first time rather than making it more difficult the first few times." She said, looking down at the book again as Harry moved away from the fireplace and into the middle of the room.
Waving his wand once and then pointing it into the air, Harry put more power and concentration into the casting as he shouted the incantation. The results were better than the previous attempts at least - the dome no longer seemed to shake, looking more solid and blue in colour than it had before. The size was roughly the same as his last attepmt - a foot from Harry in each direction - and Harry realised that as he moved the dome moved with him. Walking carefully over to the fireplace, his concentration wavered as the fire first touched the dome but he was happy to see the fire shift up the sides of it rather than pass through it.
"See, much better." Said Ginny, causing Harry to loose his concentration and let the dome fall. Ginny laughed and Harry scowled at her as he sat down again, putting his book back into his trunk. Ginny only laughed harder, and was still laughing when Ron, Hermione and Professor McGonagall walked through the portrait hole. As soon as Ginny noticed them she leapt up and hurried over to make sure they were alright, Harry coming up behind her.
"We're fine," said Hermione "Though if Ron asks if you want to see his scar just say no, it's a lot simpler that way."
Ron glared at her and promptly pulled up his sleeve at Ginny's inquisitive look, revealing an angry scar running from just above his elbow to his wrist. Ginny let out a cry and Ron laughed, causing her to slap him.
"If you would settle down, there is something important I wish to discuss with you. Mr Weasley please, pull your sleeve down now." Said Professor McGonagall impatiently. Harry, assuming she had come simply to give Ron and Hermione the password and check that he and Ginny had gotten there safely, sat down quickly.
"Now, Miss Weasley this does not involve you so you have no need to worry. I have here three letters, one each for Mr Potter, Miss Granger and Mr Weasley. They contain your OWL results."
Harry heard Hermione whimper softly beside him, and noticed Ron had gone several shades paler. Harry wasn't as worried as they probably were - he had been thinking hard about his OWL results since the beginning of the summer holidays - he only needed to pass four subjects and the rest he didn't care about.
As McGonagall passed them their envelopes, she looked surprised when Harry ripped into his immediatly, scanning down the list quickly.
Harry James Potter
Gryffindor House
OWL Results
Astronomy: Professor E Sinistra
Practical: Acceptable
Theory: Dreadful
Overall: Poor - No OWL's Awarded
Care of Magical Creatures: Professor R Hagrid
Practical: Exceeds Expectations
Theory: Exceeds Expectations
Overall: Exceeds Expectations - One OWL Awarded
Charms: Professor F Flitwick
Practical: Outstanding
Theory: Exceeds Expectations
Overall: Outstanding - Two OWL's Awarded
Defence Against the Dark Arts: Professor D Umbridge
Practical: Outstanding
Theory: Outstanding
Overall: Outstanding - Two OWL's Awarded
Divination: Professor Firenze
Practical: Dreadful
Theory: Poor
Overall: Poor - No OWL's Awarded
Herbology: Professor P Sprout
Practical: Exceeds Expectations
Theory: Acceptable
Overall: Exceeds Expectations - One OWL Awarded
History of Magic: Professor A Binns
Practical: Non Applicable
Theory: Troll
Overall: Troll - No OWL's Awarded
Potions: Professor S Snape
Practical: Exceeds Expectations
Theory: Outstanding
Overall: Outstanding - Two OWL's Awarded
Transfiguration: Professor M McGonagall
Practical: Exceeds Expectations
Theory: Outstanding
Overall: Outstanding - Two OWL's Awarded
Average Scores
Practical: Exceeds Expectations
Theory: Exceeds Expectations
Total Award: Ten OWL's Awarded
Congratulations on your OWL Results Mr Potter. You will notice that you recieved the highest mark in the school for Defence Against the Dark Arts, with a score of 103. This is an incredible achievement, and we applaud your success. From the results you recieved in your OWLS you are able to take part in the following NEWT classes in your next year at Hogwarts:
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Herbology
Potions
Transfiguration
It is compulsary to take at least four subjects in your next year.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
Harry sighed in relief when he realised he had made it into Snape's NEWT Potions class, though he was sure Snape's reaction would be much different. Harry had already decided which courses to take in his next year, and asked Professor McGonagall how to select them.
"It's Simple Mr Potter. Take your wand and tap the courses you have selected three times each. I have your suply lists here, they are charmed to adjust automatically to your course selections.
Harry nodded, and removed his wand. He tapped Potions first, with a slight smirk to himself, and watched as the word disappeared from the page. He did the same for Transfiguration, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts before putting his letter down and looking towards his friends.
Ron was looking at his results in what appeared to be shock and, much as he tried, Harry couldn't get his attention at all. Hermione on the other hand, was looking at her envelope in fear, having not been able to open it yet. She looked at Harry and he smiled at her, causing her to smile a bit before looking back towards the envelope. A few more minutes passed before she could finally bring herself to open it. McGonagall, realising Harry was finished, handed him his supply list with a nod. Harry would say she looked almost proud, and he smiled inwardly at her approval before opening his new letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
Harry James Potter
Gryffindor House
Dear Mr Potter, You have now chosen the classes you will attend in your final two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY SUPPLY LIST
Harry James Potter
Gryffindor House
Separated by Subject.
NEWT Charms
Books
The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells NEWT Series I-IV by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells NEWT Series V-IX by Miranda Goshawk
In Depth Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
NEWT Defence Against the Dark Arts
Books
Advanced Techniques in Duelling by The Dark Arts Defence League
The Dark Arts: An Anthology by Miranda Goshawk
Black, White and Grey: What Goes Where? by Miranda Goshawk
Weapons over Wands by
Defensive Styles: Muggles vs Magic by
Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts by The Dark Arts Defence League
Equipement
3 sets plain fighting robes (black)
1 plain belt (belt)
1 wand holster
NEWT Potions
Books
Moste Potente Potions by S.V Tervanios
The Art that is Alchemy by Nicholas Flamel
Equipement
1 Cauldron (brass, standard size 3)
2 sets glass or crystal phials
1 advanced potion-making kit
1 pair dragonhide gloves
NEWT Transfiguration
Books
A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
Self Transfiguration: Studies of Spells and Animagus Transformations by Amelia Rosenwrath
NEWT Teansfiguration, Books I-III
NEWT Transfiguration, Books IV-VI
Harry had only just finished reading his list when Hermion screamed excitedly, jumping up and down in her seat. Harry looked over at her, laughing at the look of joy on her face.
"Harry! Ron! I got Eighteen OWL's!" she shouted, waving her results around too fast for anyone to actually see. She quickly selected her courses, and as far as Harry could tell she was taking a lot more than he was. Hermione almost knocked over a table when Professor McGonagall, who was smiling slightly at her pupils' actions, handed her her supply list.
"How about you make, you've been looking at your results for about half an hour now, are you going to tell us what you got?" Harry asked Ron, who finally looked away from his results before handing them to Harry. Harry quickly looked down the list, skipping the breakdown in search of the total number of OWL's.
"Good job Ron, nine OWL's is great. What subjects are you taking?"
Ron seemed to come out of his stupor to look at the list of subjects, finally deciding to take Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration and Herbology.
"No more Snape for me ever again." said Ron, kissing his letter and causing everyone in the room - excuding McGonagall, who simply smiled - to laugh.
"The Headmaster has asked me to inform you that you will be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning, I suggest you get to bed now." Said McGonagall turning towards the portrait hole. Just before she stepped through she turned around to look at the trio. "Congratulations on your results, you make your old Head of House proud."
After McGonagall left the trio, joined by Ginny, settled down around the fire to talk, play chess and have fun. Even after the battle they had been in only a few short hours before, for the night they managed to forget it all.
A/N: Chapter 6 Revised. Poor Remus ;;