Summary: Continues right after HBP (including spoilers). Harry is about to leave Hogwarts for good by himself against the will of his friends when a memory of something Dumbledore said before pops into his mind. Deciding to take action based on this memory, Harry decides to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer and train a bit more before going into the world on his own. What he discovers afterwards about himself and the world marks the beginning of a war of unimaginable proportions. This is a story inspired by Warcraft 3, Reign of Chaos. Also, bits of other shows and books are involved such as Matrix, Lord of The Rings, and Full Metal Alchemist (not enough to actually make it a crossover).

Arthur's Note: This is my attempt at redeeming myself for that horrible Harry Potter fan fiction that I wrote before, I hope that this is better than that one at least.

Pairings:

Harry/Multiship (definitely include Black sisters, Fleur, Tonks and exclude Ginny and Hermione)

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of Harry Potter other than perhaps the actual books that are published. This is written for fun and definitely not profit.

The Gathering Series Book One

The Gathering Twilight

Chapter One:

Advice From The Next Great Adventure

It was a bright and cheerful day. At least, it was supposed to be that way. However, this was the day of the funeral for one Albus Dumbledore, a man known for his power, wisdom, and leadership. He was well respected and admired, as can be testified by the vast amount of people who were there to remember him on his death bed.

Unlike the man, his death was anything by honourable and noble. He died at the hands of a man he trusted with his life. Fate is quite ironic that way. The people he left behind, especially one Harry James Potter, would avenge him and set the world right. He was the pupil that Dumbledore loved as a grandson. Though they did not see eye to eye on a few things… scratch that… Harry almost hated the man for some of the foolish mistakes that the old coot had made. In the end, it was one of these mistakes that had caused the death of the Headmaster of Hogwarts Wizarding School.

As of right now, Harry is sitting under one of his favorite trees with his best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were talking about small petty things, but Harry had other thoughts on his mind. His recent break up with Ginny Weasley had taken its toll on him as well as exhausts him emotionally to the point of collapsing.

"Hello? Earth to Harry, are you there mate?" Ron asked, wondering what his best friend was thinking about, while keeping an eye out for Lavender Brown, his ex girlfriend. "Huh? That's nice Ron…" Harry replied, not really paying attention. He was thinking about Voldemort's remaining horcruxes and what he may have to do to make sure that they were destroyed.

It was obvious that the snake horcrux would be by Voldemort's side. That meant that there would be three horcruxes that he would have to destroy before confronting the man who had turned his life into a living hell. He would have to look for the person who took the Slytherin locket horcrux, locate the goblet of Hugglepuff, and discover where and what the last horcrux is. Then he would have to-

"Harry!" Ron shouted in his ear, making the black haired teen jump before reflexes kicked in and his wand was pointed at his best friend. "Wow, chill Harry… we just wondered whether you would like to start going now. The Hogwarts express would be here soon to take us home." He said, still looking at Harry's wand wearily.

Taking a deep breath and putting his wand back into his robes, Harry nodded and got up, offering a hand to his two friends to help them up. Starting on the road towards the Hogwarts gates, Harry resumed his thinking about what to do from now on. It was true that he wasn't going to bring Ron and Hermione along no matter what they say, but that doesn't mean that he liked it.

There weren't any clues as to how Harry was to track down the remaining horcruxes. This was driving Harry nuts, as he felt truly hopeless for the first time in his life. Taking a leaf out of Hermione's book, he decided that the best thing to do was to analyze the situation and think things thoroughly.

'What do I have to analyze though?' Harry thought to himself before the answer came to him surprisingly easily. 'My past and experiences with Dumbledore.' However, he couldn't remember anything that could help him now that happened during his recent "lessons" with Dumbledore. Besides, thinking about it just makes Harry angrier about why he trusted Snape so much. It was then that he decided to think back to all the times that he had seen Dumbledore.

He was now in Hogsmade station and his friends were giving him the space that they knew that he needed to think. Going back to the first year, he remembered the time when he met in front of the mirror that showed him of his family. Despite something having to do with socks, Harry couldn't really think of anything that could help him. His memory might have been a bit fuzzy anyways. He was overwhelmed at the time by magic, from goblins to trolls, wands to potions, moving pictures to talking portraits…

"That's it!" Harry exclaimed while smacking himself on the head. It was so obvious; he can talk to the portrait of Dumbledore and ask for help and advice from his copy. Ron and Hermione were now looking at him rather strangely as if wondering about Harry's sanity. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." He said to his best friends since first year before turning abruptly and started towards the school again.

Ignoring the shouts from his friends for him to go back, Harry broke into a sprint hoping that the enchantments, barriers, and wards hadn't been put up yet to restrict him from going back. Reaching the gates, Harry was dismayed to find that he couldn't cross the doorway while other students were walking out as if nothing had happened. Bracing himself, Harry rammed into the gates and was repelled backwards some feet into the air.

At this point the students were stopping to watch what the "Chosen One" was doing. Some even wondered if he finally snapped at the death of Dumbledore. Strangely, Harry didn't feel any real pain at the loss of his headmaster and mentor in a inhumanly detached way.

Harry ignored the looks he was getting and walked back towards the gates stopping just outside it and placed a hand upon the magical barrier. He had remembered feeling something like this before and a thought struck him.

Going away into the forbidden forest (the part outside of Hogwarts grounds) so that there was no one to see what he was doing, he called out the name that had appeared into his mind. "Dobby," he said, hoping that it would work and that he wouldn't have to shout. Luckily for him, a loud crack and soon the said house elf was right beside him.

"Harry Potter called sir? What can Dobby do for the great Harry Potter?" The elf asked excitedly while bowing repeatedly. "Well, yes. I was wondering if you could do me a favor Dobby?" At this the elf's eyes widened with glee as he nodded enthusiastically. "Whatever I can do I will sir. Harry Potter is a great wizard. Dobby is honoured to be called upon by Harry Potter sir."

Harry cleared his throat a bit at the awkwardness before replying. "Right, well Dobby, I was wondering if you can take me with you into Hogwarts?" With that the elf looked confused and in thought before nodding in a relieved fashion. "That I can sir, but only to the kitchen, all other places are warded against house elf magic. Is that all right?"

"Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you Dobby, you're the best." As soon as those words left his mouth Harry hoped that he would turn back time because Dobby's eyes widened further if possible and tears of joy welled up in his eyes. "Harry Potter call Dobby the best, Harry Potter is too kind to Dobby sir. It is every house elf's dream to be called the best by their masters."

He then continued to hug Harry and sobbed onto his robes. Feeling awkward again, Harry patted Dobby's back before the emotional house elf calmed down enough to work his magic. "Dobby must warn Harry Potter though. It is painful travel for humans to teleport by house elf magic."

"It's all right Dobby, a little pain doesn't really bother me. I'm rather used to it." Harry reassured Dobby and the house elf gave a small nod. Then, without any words, Dobby too Harry's hand and nothing seemed to happen for a while before…

Pain

Excruciating Pain

Harry felt as though he was under the cruciatus again before it was all gone in a flash. Harry opened his eyes wondering when he had closed them and looked around. Sure enough, this was the Hogwarts kitchen. Harry shook his head a little bit before looking a Dobby who was gazing at him with a worried glance.

"I'm all right Dobby," Harry said though it wasn't exactly the truth. "Thanks for your help, I have to go now. I'll hopefully see you in the future again Dobby." With that said, Harry left a confused house elf and began his trip to the Headmaster's… ahem… Headmistress's office.

End First Chapter

A/N: I know it's kind of short and I'll update this one soon. I need people to tell me whom they want in the multiship (no guys, only girls) with Harry and I'll try to make it happen.

Please review and tell me what you think. The next chapter should be before next Sunday.

U-T signing off…