Brimstone and Fire
Summary: Harry is tought how to prepare for the war. Snape is risking his life, Dumbledore has a message, and those who were lost have a lot of explaining to do.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling is the master of sorcery.
Prologue (The Department of Mysteries)
Harry watched it in slow motion. Sirius was falling backwards his feet not being able to stop him as the momentum was too much. The room seemed to change from the boring biege to something else, something more dark. Every one else dissappeared, the laughter from Ron, the screams of Hermione, the curses from the death eaters and the order members. It was only him and Sirius who was falling noislessly backwards. Something in Harry snapped and he was brought back to reality.
"SIRIUS!"
Remus looked to where Harry was standing and saw the boy make a mad dash to the curtain that was billowing from the force of Sirius's body hitting it. The wizard however, was not on the floor. He was gone.
"Harry stop! There's nothing you can do! He's gone Harry!"
The young boy felt two arms wrap around his midsection as the warewolf took a hold of him. His godfather was dead, gone through the veil. A fire sprang to his eyes, for the first time he had blinding hate course through his body, it consumed him, made him feel dangerous. Escaping from the arms that held him, Harry pulled out his wand and aimed it at Bellatrix Lasrange, his godfather's murderer.
"Crusio."
The woman's eyes were filled with pain as she fell to the ground. Harry held the curse as long as he could, he would make her suffer. Something was pulling him back. Something in his mind was telling him to stop, that it would be alright. Lowering his wand the curse was broken and he felt the urge to spit on her withering form. Before he could act he turned away, not being able to face the woman who remained immobile.
Dumbledore saw Harry standing still, holding his wand. Pocketing his own he went to the boy and the order members who had survived the attack. Leaving the building as quickly as they could they apperated back to headquarters.
HP
"We're so sorry Harry." Hermione said as they sat in the study of number twelve Grimmauld Place. He didn't care if they were sorry. It wasn't their fault. It was Bellatrix who should be begging for his forgiveness, but even if she did she wouldn't recieve it.
Getting up out of his chair Harry Potter looked out the window to the Weasly family playing a mock quidditch game. He never was the same after the death of his godfather, and that was three years ago.
TBC