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Thoughts

"Speech"

"Beastspeak"

'Parseltongue'

"Flashback"

Chapter 1: Dream

Darkness surrounded everything, nothing could be seen, he remembered now, he'd had this feeling before, every single night for a week. It was a dream he was sure of it, but could never remember it in the morning or at any other time no matter how much he tried; all he could remember was the darkness. He still didn't complain though, because for the first 2 weeks of summer all he'd dream about was Hermione getting hit by the spell and believing her dead, which hurt more than anything, he was even ashamed to admit that it had hurt just as much when he believed her to be dead as when he knew Sirius fell through the veil and he knew even if he did not admit it to himself that he was dead. It had hurt just as much but in a different way that he could not explain. He guessed it was because Hermione was his best friend and so his love for her was as a friend and Sirius was more like a father, older brother combination to him.

This dream or whatever it was was much better than those before it but extremely confusing, all he knew was the darkness and a sense of urgency, like he had to find something, he didn't know what, but the urgency kept increasing.

It had to be important but he had no idea what it was or where it was, or for that matter why the urgency to find it. All he knew was that it lay before him to what he assumed to be the north in this darkness, he assumed since all he could see was himself, but for some reason he could not explain he could tell that the urgency came from that direction and the closer he got the more insistent it became, he was close, how he knew he couldn't say, he just knew.

You might ask why he was following this dream after what had happened the year before, well the answer would be easy, because after Vodemort tried to get into his head he managed to raise some very powerful natural occlumency shields that showed that had Snape tried to teach him anything, he would have been a master Occlumens in a month tops, so there was no way Voldemort could get in his head. In one of the occlumency books he'd read he'd discovered that the Potters were known for their natural mental barriers, and when he had finished reading he book he knew that he could do everything it said there to test the strength of the mental shields.

Two days where missing before it was his birthday, and he was bored out of his mind, he had learned all his books top to bottom, every spell, every goblin rebellion (and there where a lot of these, far more interesting than Binns made them out to be), every plant, potion, and ingredient in all his books from 5 years at Hogwarts, plus a few he had had the Weasley twins send to him, he was glad their business had gone so well, and was also shocked, surprised but grateful in a way that they had made him one fourth owner as well, a fourth belonging to each twin and the last to Lee Jordan, their long time friend at Hogwarts.

He was also a bit sad, but not very surprised at the only letter he'd gotten from his best friend, or rather his ex-best friend Ronald Weasley. He always knew it was a matter of time before it came, ever since his fourth year he'd known, at least he could be glad that the rest of the family didn't feel the same way as Molly Weasley, the person who he had secretly been calling mum when only she was present, as she had been the only mother figure he had ever known and she did consider him one of her own, and was very pleased every time he called her that, going as far as crying the first time he'd called her that, which had been a slipup by him and not intended. But he was not as optimistic as her about Ron's anger passing. But just because he had known it was coming, it did not make it any easier to loose ones best friend and the person one considered a brother.

So with nothing better to do he picked up Ron's letter once more and read it:

Potter:

You must be proud of yourself. You nearly got me and all

the others killed for your own ego and self-delusion. Because your

stupidity I nearly lost my mind and my life. But this is the last time,

never again Potter that was the last time I follow you anywhere, and

if that wasn't bad enough you nearly got my little sister killed too. So

DAMN YOU, YOU BLOODY BASTARD! I should have listen to

Percy, he was completely right about you, you're nothing but an

attention seeking bastard, who cares nothing for other peoples safety,

as long as you can get a little fame out of it. I hope you're happy now

that you killed the bloody mutt. Hope you get stuck with the muggles

for the whole bloody summer, and if you come near me or my family

ever again I'll do YOU-KNOW-WHO a favor and kill you myself.

I HATE YOU, YOU ATTENTION SEEKING ARSEWHOLE.

Your new worst enemy,

Ron Weasley

In all honesty he had expected it to happen long before, and wasn't even remotely as hurt by it as he thought he should have been. He stared at the letter wishing it would be gone so he wouldn't have to think about Ron…no, Weasley. And with that thought the letter burst into flames so hot that not even ashes remained. While surprised it was nothing he hadn't done before, so he didn't pay it any attention.

Here he was in the darkness once again, but now he could see something in the distance, he didn't know what it was, but at least it was the first thing he'd seen and he believed that it was what he was looking for, whatever it would turn out to be.

He ran and walked for what felt like two hours all the time keeping the mysterious thing in front of him before finally reaching it. To his surprised it turned out to be the very sword that saved his life and Ginny's and helped him kill the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. It was the sword of Gryffindor. He sat in front of it waiting for something to happen since he knew this was the place he had to reach. For thirty more minutes he sat and waited when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Heir, doth ye knowth thyne duty?" He was quite surprised and looked around to see where the voice was coming from but couldn't see any one around.

"Heir, doth ye knowth thyne duty?" The voice said once more. Still not sure where it was coming from, but thinking he knew, he decided to answer.

"Am I the Heir? And who's heir?" He asked hesitantly while still trying to localize the point of origin of the voice.

"Ye art the one true Heir, the Chosen One, the Awaited One" Replied the voice.

"What is my duty?" Harry asked hesitantly dreading the answer, yet already knowing it.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…

And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…

And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…

Who had spoken this time he could not tell, but the voice, it sounded as something bigger than him, bigger than the world. And for the first time Harry Potter believe in Fate, for he was sure that was who had spoken the prophesy, Fate herself. He remained silent for a moment thinking once more about the prophesy, that is until he heard the first voice again.

"Heir, doth ye knowth thyne duty?" The voice asked for the third time.

"Yes, I know my duty." He answered not knowing what else to say.

"Doth ye accept thy Duty?" Thinking about it Harry knew that the prophesy really wasn't as surprising as it had been at first, after all he'd always believed that somehow it would come down to him and Tom Riddle.

"Yes, I accept my duty."

"Who doth ye trust with thyne life?" Harry was about to say Dumbledore but then thought that he really didn't trust him anymore, there really where only two people alive that would fit that description.

"Hermione Granger and Remus Lupin" He answered.

"Thou art the Light, the Hope; the world is now in thyne hands. Take me from the ground for I am now thyne's, thou art the heir of my creator, and now I am ye's." answered the voice and his assumption was proven correct, that it was indeed the sword that was speaking.

Harry picked up the sword and watched it change in his hands into what resembled a katana, and found it much easier to hold and to move, and where once was written "Godric Gryffindor" now read "Harry James Potter Gryffindor"

And with that Harry fell into his first peaceful sleep since the incident at Department of Mysteries. But unknown to him his body started to glow red and in a flash of bright red and gold light he was gone and from that point an explosion was created that was heard all over the world and could be felt all the way to Spain. Once the explosion was over, Surrey along with most of London was gone, in what muggles all over the world called the greatest terrorist attack the world had ever seen. No one in the destruction area survived, except for three people, and that was because they were no longer there. These people were Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Remus Lupin. Even though they were thought to e dead by both the light and the dark they were still alive and well, just a little out of place in more than one direction.

A/N: Please R/R.