The House upon the Hill

Disclaimer-I do not own any of the characters or places within the following story. My story is based on the masterpiece of Harry Potter by J.K Rowling

"I said to tell me you fool, not to answer in pointless riddles and play mind games. Ahh…but you must think your very good at that don't you?" Voldemort's cold voice exclaimed with a subtle hint of aggravation and humor.

"No more Lord, I am not playing mind games-" The dark figure mumbled, before he was interrupted.

"Ha! I sometimes wonder why you even to call me your Lord anymore, your loyalties no longer lie with me anymore do they? Cruccio!" Voldemort's wand let out a jet of a dark red light that hit that tall dark figure squarely in the chest. The man fell on the floor letting out the most blood wrenching sounds you could ever imagine. He began to claw at the stone floor as if he was trying to get away. "Fool, did you think I could not see what you have been up to?" Voldemort cackled. The man looked up, his fingers bloody and nails ripped off and lying in the scratch marks upon the floor. " I truly find it amazing that after all I have done, you still underestimate me, really-" But before Voldemort could finish his sentences a cloud of grey flooded Harry's mind once more.

Harry awoke sweaty and cold. His clothes we damp and Goosebumps were beginning to spread down his body. As he looked around he had almost forgotten where he was when, off behind the couch that he had been sleeping on, was Mrs. Weasley. She was sitting before the kitchen table with a glass of red wine and her head rested in her hands. Harry stood up hoping to make his way upstairs without her noticing.

"Harry dear! What are you doing up so early?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed half surprised half startled. Harry had a feeling he was interrupting something because Mrs. Weasley's face was stained with tears and her eyes were red.

"Oh just a bad dream." Harry lied. Well he wasn't exactly lying now that he thought about it; he had had a bad dream. However he had a feeling it was more of a vision.

"Oh Harry! Was it about him? You shouldn't be having those, you really shouldn't. Oh I must tell Lupin, he will most definitely want to know about this." Mrs. Weasley panicked. Harry was beginning to regret saying anything about a dream in the first place.

"No! No, no it wasn't about Voldemort, it was uh, the Dursley's. Yeah, they took my Firebolt and snapped it in half." That time Harry had really lied.

"Oh? Ha-ha, well silly me, just these days I never know anymore. But no wonder you had a dream about those people of yours, aren't you heading home today?" Harry didn't quite know what she was talking about when the thought finally registered is his mind. How could he forget? He had told Mrs. Weasley they Dursley's they were coming home a day earlier than expected. Although Harry really didn't like to lie to her, but he was planning on visiting Godric's Hollow that day. But he knew that if she knew she would make sure one of the Order members went with him, and Harry really wanted to just go alone.

"Oh yea. I better go up and pack. They'll be expecting me around 11 at the station."

"Yes, well go pack your stuff dearie, and by the time you come back down I'll have a spot of breakfast ready. Oh and don't pack your invisibility cloak, you'll be needing it on hand for the journey home by broom."

With that Harry set on his way up the many flights of stairs through the house. As he walked up, and up, he tried to soak in every last bit of the Burrow he could. Harry knew that this may be his very last time ever visiting there again.

When he reached room he found the door open, and Ron too like Harry, had fallen asleep in his dress robes from the night before. But instead of taking Ron with him, like he was supposed to, or saying goodbye, Harry quickly gathered his stuff. He wasn't one for long painful goodbyes, after all he never really ever did get the chance to say goodbye to anyone that he had lost. He knew that Ron and Hermione thought they were coming with him, and it really did break his heart to leave them, but they didn't understand and could or would be able to understand, just how dangerous this long, ominous, and arduous task this would be.

Harry had only stepped a foot out of the door when he heard from behind him,

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" The awake yet tired voice of Ron mumbled and exclaimed all at the same time; it was one of Ron's talents.

"I'm just umm packing to leave, the Dursley's ended up coming back a day early." Harry lied, had had really been doing that a lot lately. However Ron already knew of Harry's plan to leave a day early for Godric's Hollow.

"That's bull. Don't lie, where are you going?" Ron interrogated. Harry realized that there was no point in even trying to lie to Ron.

"I, just. Well Ron. I'm, I'm going to Godric's Hollow."

"Well why didn't you just tell me. I can pack my stuff in like 5 minutes. Don't you just love magic?" Ron grinned.

"No, Ron you really don't have to."

"C'mon mate really, it'll only take 5 minutes, you know actually it'll only take two I promise."

"Ron just shut the hell up for like two god damn seconds! You obviously don't understand what I'm getting at. I just, I just really need to do this by myself."

"I'm not letting you go alone Harry if that's what your getting at. Your my best friend."

"I'm not asking you to stay away the entire time, I just really need this, like I've said I just really need to visit Godric's Hollow alone." With that Ron and Harry had a moment of silence, but Harry knew that Ron understood. And with that Harry finished his way out the door with his trunk, broom, and owl.

After he had finished a very large breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, waffles, and fruit, he departed the Burrow for what he thought would be his last time. It would not of course really be his last time there, but he did not know that the next time he would return would not be a very pleasant visit, at all. Harry mounted his broom as he stepped out of the house after being drowned in big hugs and kisses from Mrs. Weasley. She wouldn't let him aparate because he hadn't taken his test yet, so she insisted on him flying with an invisibility cloak. As he rose off the ground he looked around the burrow reminiscing of all the summers they had spent there. He remembered plucking gnomes from the garden, playing quiditch in the orchard, parking the car after Harry's night escape from the Dursley's, leaving at dusk for the Quiditch World Cup, and Hermione getting a black eye from Fred and George's magic telescope. And as Harry took a last glance, he saw the old broom shed standing alone from the house, he remembered that talk with Dumbledore that he had had the previous summer.

About a minute later, when the Burrow was completely out of sight, Harry receded downward into a thick forest that lay about 100 feet below him. As he fell between the trees's he found the world around him getting darker and darker. He felt as though he was entering a whole new world, it was completely black with no sign of light falling through the thick mass of trees. Harry dismounted his broom and began to latch it on to his trunk, when it happened. Off in the distance he began to hear cracks, footsteps, and animals scattering away. His heart began to race faster, he was trying to fasten on his broom but the latch was closing. The ominous noises began to move closer and closer. Harry could feel the sweat forming within his skin, he felt as though his whole face was burning up. He was trying to fasten the latch but it wouldn't go. As he almost closed it, his hand slipped from sweat. "Fuck!" Harry said to himself. He was beginning to panic, the footsteps were getting closer now, and they couldn't be more than ten yards away. Finally the latch closed. Now that Harry didn't have his broom he need to aparate out of there, and quick. The footsteps were closing in from all directions, and suddenly everything went silent. Even Harry knew that that wasn't a good sign. "The three D's, argh damn what are they?" Harry thought to himself. He was concentrating harder than ever, when it finally hit him "Destination, Determination, Deliberation." He thought over and over again. Whatever it was that was coming towards him was now only inches away, he could feel the ice cool breathe breathing down his neck when suddenly it happened. Harry felt the same suffocating sensation that he was being sucked through a plastic tube. Right before he felt he was truly about to run out of breathe he found himself falling on a damp soft turf. The air around him was damp and cold, the ominous grey clouds hovered closely over him When he lifted his head from the surface, he looked around to see a quiet neighborhood full of houses, it resembled the Dursely' neighborhood very much, except this one was much lonelier and colder, as if something was missing, happiness Harry was sure. As he turned to look upon him he found a white house upon a hill. It seemed strangely familiar and sent cold shivers down his spine. And as he looked from the corner of his eye he suddenly realized why, the mailbox read "Two Godric's Hollow". It was Harry's old house. It was nothing like he had pictured it. Many of the windows were boarded up. The gardens were now shriveled and dead, and the once white paint had now chipped and faded to a soft yellow. Remembering how he hadn't been there since that night, the night that changed everything, he wasn't all to eager to actually go inside.

After several moments of actually figuring out if he even wanted to go into his old home, he decided that if he didn't now, then when would he ever again? He took his trunk and owl and made his way up the hill. The front door was old and squeaked as Harry pushed it open. The house was nothing like Harry had imagined it. The furniture was now moth eaten and rained on from the cracked windows, after that past 15 years. To his right stood a kitchen. Or it least it was supposed to be, the focit was dripping water and the sink was nearly yellow by now, the wooden table and chairs were beginning to rot, and a window in the corner was completely blown out. Through the window many leaves had flown through and where now crumpled all over the floor. As he stood, looking at the room, he pondered why if the house was invisible and could only be revealed by a secret keeper, than why could Harry find it now? Many thoughts passed through his mind before he came to the conclusion that since both of his parents were dead, the spell had been broken. And he was indeed right.

Harry took a few steps further into the kitchen and placed his hand on the molded wooden counter top, when it happened. Flashing images passed through Harry's mind. One of them was a red headed beautiful woman, Lilly, giving a bath to a small baby boy, Harry, in the kitchen sink, which was now not as pretty as it had been. As Harry's mother smiled at her son as she bathed him under the warm water, a tall, skinny, black haired man, James, walked up behind Harry's mother and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his head over her shoulder admiring their new soon, which was a much smaller Harry. Then as quickly as the memory had appeared, it disappeared. Harry could feel his throat getting tight again, in this now tattered and worn down house, there used to be a home. A beautiful home full of love and warmth.

From the kitchen Harry went on the to the living room. He explored many cabinets and found pictures of his parents when they were much younger. Some of the pictures were quite amusing, such as the one of James when he was about 16 falling off his broom. As he put the pictures away and looked towards the old fireplace, images began flashing in his head again. His mother and his father were holding each of Harry's hands and helping him to open his many Christmas presents, many more than Dudley. A prominent Christmas tree stood next to them covered in lights and decorations. Behind them cracked a warm fire with stockings dangling in mid air above it. The smell of pine and Lilly's laugh filled the room. And slowly the memory faded away once again. He wished it hadn't, for he would have loved to stay in that place in time forever.

When Harry had finally searched the bottom floor from wall to wall, he made his way towards the stairs. Part of him really didn't want to go up there, for that was the place where his parents had died. Part of his body was telling him to go and the other part was telling him to turn back. Either was you look at the situation, either would be right. As he climbed the rickety stairs be began to feel dizzy, more of the flashing images were appearing now, faster and more rapidly. He saw Voldemort walking up the stairs cackling. He saw his father yelling, "Lilly go now, you can still escape. Take Harry and go!" Harry was climbing the stairs slower and slower now. His felt as though his legs were going to fall apart. "Get out of the way fool, you don't have to die." Voldemort ordered Lilly. Harry was now at the top of the stairs, he felt as though the world was spinning, images of the death of his parents were flashing furiously through his mind. Next thing he knew, Harry felt a sharp jab in his stomach, as though he were being stabbed with a knife, and after that everything went black.

When Harry had come to his senses, many hours later, he found that his wound was bleeding everywhere. It was indeed a deep gash in his chest; he had gotten it when he had fallen through the doorway into his old room. The door had already been knocked off, and now all of the screws and latches were pointing out from the wall. But this wasn't what interested Harry the most. As he looked back at his wound he found that a trail of blood was leading from the wound to the wall. As Harry's eyes wandered up, he saw what seemed to be a poem written in blood upon the wall.

The Seventh One To Break Them All

Lies Just Beyond This Bedroom Wall

It Is Secret, Unknowing

Yet Prominently showing

It Was A Mark, It Is A Fate

That Was Sealed On That Date

For When He Is Gone

It Is Lost, But Yet

At What Cost?

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Next Week- After the mysterious poem at Godric's Hollow, Harry heads back to the Dursely's for the last time. While at the Dursley's Aunt Petunia reveals many hidden truths about Harry and his family. However a sudden unexpected visitor arrives forcing Harry to leave the moment he turns 17.