Revenge is sweet if you can do it from Heaven.
By Urd Molony
Disclaimer; I do not own any of JK Rowlings books or characters only additional self-made characters.
Chapter four: My boy.
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"Harry, stop blinking, your going to make yourself faint."
Only one day left. One day. Oh-boy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh BOY! Hermione was gonna kill him. Not contacting her in an entire month! She would hate him. HATE! No no no no no no no no no no no no no. That's bad, for his plans. She needs to LOVE him not HATE him. Oh gee. Oh gosh. Oh-
"Harry, stop worrying so hard, I can smell something burning."
Harry turned and gave a droll stare, glared silently. The affect would have made most people run screaming to hide behind their mother's apron and broom. Of course.
James Potter wasn't exactly 'normal'.
"James, Sirius. Stop teasing him." Lily scolded.
Nor was Lily Potter. Or Sirius Black for that topic.
It was one month exactly since his parents had risen from the grave- literally- and three weeks since Sirius had fallen through the veil that was over the attic's toilet and fallen on dad and- well you get the picture.
Why did my parents rise from the grave?
Well, there demi-gods. So when they died they started a countdown till they rose again form the grave…
Freaky.
"AAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"SIRIUS REGALIA BLACK. YOU TAKE YOUR GREASY HANDS AWAY FROM MY STEW!"
" But Lily! You need to add more salt. You put in too much stock. You need to balance it." Sirius whined, quickly depositing his salt into Lily's… stew?
Toxic waste?
"I am making Harry dinner MYSELF," she breathed, punctuating the word "before we all go back to Hogwart's."
"So why would you do that? I thought you did actually want to see Harry go through school, defeat Fungusmort, marry Hermione and have dozens of children?" Sirius asked, puzzled and unaware of the danger he was putting himself in.
Long. Slow, completely uncontrolled breaths came from Lily as she struggled to keep her calm, but even so the water from the sink started to rise and circle around her.
"Did… you… just… insult… my… COOKING?"
A miniature water tornado started to rip around the kitchen, picking things up off the counters and twisting them around in all directions, saturating everything.
"MUM!"
The water suddenly stopped and dropped down, making huge splashing sounds - to Lily's satisfaction the toaster landed on Sirius's head receiving a pitiful yowl.
"Yes Harry dear?" white teeth flashed as Lily turned to Harry. From mental to dental in a second.
"Calm down. Sirius wasn't insulting your cooking. He was just advising you on how you could make it better." Harry soothed, looking down at his mother with laughing eyes. He turned her around to direct her back to the 'stew', which now resided on the floor (Harry and James had nothing to do with it… really!).
"Ah! My stew!" Lily wailed, sinking to her knees in a perfect 'distress' swoon. Harry crooned sympathy in her ear and lead her away from the melting kitchen tiles by her shoulders.
"Don't worry mum, Sirius will cook us a meal so you can relax. Ok?"
Harry deposited Lily on the couch beside James where she curled up into his side. James gave Harry a quick wink over her head before going back to his book.
Right now. Where had he been? Right demi-gods. Yeah. His parents and himself was half God, half human. All of the Potters and Evans at birth, if chosen and worthy, were 'gifted' by the Gods. Every demi-god had some sort of immortal power. Lily had the ability to control water, and it's guardian Siren. James could control fire and it's guardian Ifrit. Harry, well he was a bit special, as you might have already gathered. He had the 7 different abilities. He could control Lightning and it's guardian Towla, Air and it's guardian Leviathan. He could speak to snakes- an actual God gift, not an extra from Voldie. He had the ability to 'make magic', the ability to 'draw magic' and the ability to 'give magic'. And his last ability was still unknown until the time in which he needed it. And his looks? They were his inheritance. The changes were purely so make his body strong enough to withstand the force of his magic and protect him and others alike- Mum says that Aphrodite took quite a liking to me and gave me these looks.
Is Sirius a D-G? Nah. He's normal.
"Oh! My lovely spaghetti sauce. Come on. Cummon. Thicken up for daddy. Yes! There we go. Good boy!"
If you can call Sirius normal…
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The sheets were wrapped around Harry in a unrelenting grip. His sweat soaked into the silk and slid down until it dropped off. Grimaces, frowns, small moans of pain, uncomprehendable babbling murmured around him. Outside thunder and lightning crackled and rolled. The wind gusted against the windows of. Harry's eyes moved rapidly beneath his eyelids as he dreamed…
Dream FlashbackHarry and Dumbledore stumbled to a stop at the top of the Astronomy tower, Dumbledore's weight heavy on Harry's shoulder.
'Sir? Sir? Are you alright? We need to get you to the Hospital Wing!' Harry said, adjusting his grip on the bony shoulder.
"No, no, take me to my- no." Dumbledore finished of in a broken whisper.
"Sir? Wha-" Harry gasped in horror at the scene that could be seen off the edge of the tower. Bodies were strewn across the fields and everywhere you could see of Hogwarts. The Death Eaters stood in a long line of maybe 40, sending hex after hex at the students, their masks silver skulls, their robes black shadows. The older students and the teachers stood in an opposing line, defending, attacking, advancing and retreating all at the same time. The fear in their faces was visible from even this distance, but there determination was clear in the way they fought. The grass was trampled and black, dark curses flying over it. Buildings burned, the age old stone crumbling. Fang was barking, Hagrid at his side successfully fighting off 5 Death Eaters. Werewolves and Vampires faced off at the Centaurs and Fawn on the borders of the Forbidden Forest. The grass there was red.
Blood red.
Harry couldn't rip his eyes away from the seemingly hopeless scene until the sound of feet on the steps leading up to them were heard loud and clear. A thin man came first, blood splattering him- especially around his jaw and mouth.
'Greyback.' Harry remembered distantly.
Next, came a blond head, followed by once immaculate robes but now where tattered at the bottom and, once again, splattered with blood. Draco Malfoy shook violently, holding his wand at his side, but his mask firmly in place. Harry felt a jolt go quickly in him. Draco had been telling the truth. Ever since the second month of the new term Harry and Draco and later on Hermione had begun a slow friendship. Draco had come to him at the lake and told Harry everything. The beatings from his father, being forced into Death Eater meetings and to watch there torture sessions. Not wanting to be a Death Eater. Needing protection, but not letting Dumbledore know.
'If he knew he would use me. He would send me back there to die.' Draco had said vehemently, but the fear in his eyes took out the edge in it.
'You know him well then.' Harry had replied with a sad smile, shocking Draco. It was then that Harry told Draco to go to Snape.
'Don't give me that look. He'll help you. Not everything is always as it seems.' With that Harry had walked away and back to the stifling air of the Gryffindor tower. A week later Draco came to Harry and thanked him. Simply, no troubles. Draco had agreed to keep up the façade of being the perfect son until Snape told him he could go free.
Lucius Malfoy came next, and before he even appeared Harry knew Snape was last. The four stood, Snape and Malfoy with their wands pointed towards Harry and Dumbledore.
'We meet again Dumbledore, Potter." Malfoy drawled.
'Save me the B-movie cliché Malfoy.' I bravely said.
'Impertinent boy. You will come with us to our Lord and tonight we will finally be rid of you,' Malfoy said with an ugly sneer that twisted his features somewhat I the way it did to Tom Riddle when he was still coming up to his true devastation.
'Don't do this Lucius.' Dumbledore wheezed. 'You can still change sides and work for us!' Harry, Snape and Draco also, out of the corner of his eye, stared and Dumbledore with disgust. Here was one of the best wizards of the time practically begging a murderer, a true Death Eater to join the side of the light? Harry was going to push Dumbledore off him but the old mans hand ripped him unrelentingly, not allowing Harry to get even an inch between them.
Lucius's cold laughter rang around them. 'Too bad for you old man. My Lord didn't say anything about not killing you.' Raising his wand, Lucius pointed at Dumbledore. Out of the corner of Harry's eye he spotted a flash of brown behind Malfoy Senior.
'Your disgusting Malfoy. You're a fucking bastard.' I hissed furious at both Malfoy and Dumbledore, but wisely pointing the words at Malfoy.
A crazy glint lit up in Malfoy's ice gray eyes, a craziness in it that seemed customary of all of Voldemort's loyal servants.
'You've pushed me for the last time Potter. You will die here now. AVADA KED-'
'PETRIFICUS TOTALUS'. Hermione and Harry yelled at the same time, drawing quickly. Malfoy seized up and fell to the ground, face still twisted but with surprise in his eyes.
Greyback did not dally. As soon as the words had been said, he had been running.
But Harry was faster,
Three spells later one Death Eater and one servant lay side by side, bound. Snape had already disapperated, ready to tell Voldie that Malfoy and Greyback had been 'caught'
Harry didn't bother scolding Hermione for coming up here to see him get back. There had already been enough mayhem that night. Instead he peeled Dumbledore away from his side and followed Draco and Hermione to the Room of Requirement where they slept away the events of the night.
End Dream FlashbackHarry jolted up in bed, a cry half way lodged in his throat. The night of the attack was one he would rather erase form his memory permanently. The three of them had become closer than ever that night. Far closer than he, Hermione and Weasley had ever been. There was no jealousy, no hate between them. Only the need to have someone to share with.
With a resigned sigh Harry peeled the sheets away from his body and walked to the bathroom, sparing a long glance at the rising sun, getting ready for his new year at Hogwarts.
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Hermione continued to look out her window until the sun and fallen and once again risen.
She could feel it in her blood.
She would see Harry again today.
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September 1st, Hogwart's Great Hall
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Silence.
A buzzing silence that stretched, and continued, and settled on everybody.
The sound of the slap had resounded along the walls.
But the sound of the crying now came in heart wrenching sobs.
"Our little boy. Our little boy is all growned up! Getting resorted and making old farts faint. OH I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER!"
George and Fred Weasley wailed and sobbed with Lily Potter into there arms from the teacher's table as they watched Harry walk up the middle of the Great Hall, sparing a shy but glittering smile at Hermione as he went past- receiving one in return- as he made his way up to the sorting stool.
Lily, James and Sirius had turned up moments before Harry, sitting with the new Magical Business Professors Fred and George Weasley the 19-year-old successful CEO's. Not wanting to miss anything they had been graced with seeing Dumbledore fainting when Harry had stormed- literally- through the main doors.
"My name is Harry James Potter. I am here to be re-sorted." He stated in a loud, clear, voice.
Minerva McGonagal sat there for another moment, a bit dazed at the extremely handsome young man in front of her before standing up from her chair, kicking the Headmaster's body aside and sitting in the Main chair, trying to look stern but failing as a smile cracked her face in two.
"Well, seeing as the Headmaster is currently indisposed, I, as Deputy Headmistress of this school, give you authority to be re-sorted."
"Get on-"
"With it already!"
Minerva looked over her glasses at the young man in-front of her.
"Are you sure you want to do this Harry?"
Harry looked up and smiled a small smile full of happiness, resolve and determination.
"Yes, mam. I've denied who I am long enough. And thank you for kicking him."
Minerva just smiled and waved him on like it was her duty.
Harry moved up to the sorting hat, picking it up, mindful of it's rip's and catches, before placing it on his head.
"Ahh. So your back eh Potter? Well then, I know where to put you."
End chapterAN/ Yes I know I'm evil over cliffies but it's already 8 pages long. The next chap will be short so…. Dun dun dun dun.
Review. Read both stories. Enjoy!
Urd