Harry Potter and the Guardian's Song
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter 1: A Sigh and a Mess of Red
Heat could be seen emanating from all the cars parked in their driveways on Privet drive. The once perfect lawns were no longer green, but yellow and brown. Very few people were outdoors, and the ones that were, were rushing inside seeking shelter. A little down the ways of the street was Number Four, and inside locked in his room was a teenage boy.
The boy with untamed raven black hair, piercing emerald green eyes, and the thing that stood out the most, a lightning bolt shaped scar. Harry Potter lying on his bed gave out an exhausted sigh. He was deep in thought, pondering what had happened just a month ago. His godfather, Sirius Black, was killed. Over the month he had cried several times mourning his godfather, now he was just depressed, not willing to do anything.
During his fifth year, Harry had been lured to the Ministry of Magic and into the Department of Mysteries by Lord Voldemort. False visions led him to believe that his loving godfather was being held captive and was being tortured. Harry dragged his friends into the department and into danger. Not only did he lose his godfather but he nearly lost the lives of his two best friends.
Ron Weasley was attacked by some abnormal brain type creatures. His mind was confused and out of place when he was saved. Hermione Granger, the female counterpart of the Golden Trio, had been attacked by Dolohov. The zigzagging swirl of purple smoke entered his thoughts. He thought Hermione had died that night. The moment he felt her, his own heart stopped in fear of losing her. Hermione kept entering his thoughts.
Why…? Can't I get her out of my head? Harry thought.
Harry stood up sensing the need to shower, seeing as his shirt was soaked with sweat from the heat. He trudged over to his trunk to get some fresh cloths and walked into the hall to the bathroom. He was relieved to find it empty. As he took off his shirt, he brushed his hand over some fairly large bruises. Because of his depression, he rarely listened to his relatives anymore. As a result, his uncle took the liberty to punish him. Dudley, even found it fit to punish Harry along with his gang. Not only was he getting abused, but he was getting skinny.
After his shower, he wandered back into his room and plopped back down onto his bed. Making an attempt, he turned his head and looked at the calendar he had placed on the wall. The date read: July 31st.
Today is my birthday! He thought. Today was the day he was supposed to be leaving the Dursleys and going to Number Twelve. The thought of going back to his godfather's home came. He did not want to return there. But he also did not want to stay in the Dursley's House of Dread.
Noon came swiftly and still no one had arrived. Just a few minutes ago he heard a car pull into the driveway. Vernon Dursley was home. Very soon he would hear that loud, obnoxious voice calling him down from his room to make lunch. If he did not he would be punished. Even though Lupin or his two best friends constantly owled him, he ignored them. Every now and then he would send an owl saying that he was fine, and that he was really bored. He did not want his friends to worry.
"POTTER…!" And there it was. That voice. "GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Since today was his birthday, he decided to not be punished. He pulled himself off his bed and slowly walked down stairs. Ignoring his uncle's ramblings about having his lunch ready when he returned home, he went into the kitchen to cook. He found that Dudley was not at home and his Aunt was outside watering her garden. When he had finished cooking the meal he placed it on the table and walked back upstairs.
"Bloody fat man. Pretty soon he won't be able to fit through the door." Harry thought. Harry lugged himself back up to his room to get away from anymore encounters with his Uncle. In his room he found his owl, Hedwig, on her perch with a letter in her beak. Walking over, he took the letter from his owl and placed it onto his desk.
"Thanks girl, but I'm not in the mood to read any letters right now." He said to Hedwig. Hedwig started flapping her wings and gave out a very loud screech! Jumping onto Harry's shoulder, she began nipping his ear. "Alright! They probably told you to not let me alone until I read the letter." Hedwig hooted in agreement and hopped back to her perch. 'Hope they didn't hear her screeching…' Quickly grabbing the letter he looked at the envelope, it was from Hermione. Opening the letter he saw the very familiar handwriting.
Harry,
I don't have much time to write this. The Order has been monitoring all of our letters. Dumbledore is supposed to pick you up on your birthday, but he, Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, and Tonks have disappeared. Professor McGonagall said that they are safe though. Also from what Mrs. Weasley told me, she herself, Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, Moody, the Twins, and a few other Order members are going to pick you up at Midnight to bring you to Headquarters. Ginny, Ron, and I were able to get an extendable ear into one of the meetings. Voldemort has been working on locating you Harry! They have been very active trying to find you. Please be careful and do not go outside. Mrs. Weasley is always on edge. Stay in the house until they come to pick you up at midnight. Ron is here with me while I am writing this. He says to keep your wand at hand, and I want you to keep with close as well. Please stay safe!
Love,
Hermione
P.S. Harry? Its Ron, Have your stuff ready to go for when they arrive.
Harry read the letter over a second time before setting it down. He knew he wasn't supposed to write back.
'This means that the Order has been having a hard time keeping up with Voldemort. And with Dumbledore and the strongest members of the Order gone…things could get out of control. Harry thought. Almost instinctively he began packing his things, every so often peeking out of his windows. He looked at his watch. It read 1 o' clock. Putting his wand in his holster, that he had gotten last year; he finished packing his belongings.
Once finished with the packing, he went downstairs to fetch something to eat. He found his Aunt and Uncle gone. Pulling out a few eggs and other ingredients, he began making an omelet. Once he was done he washed his plate and looked at the clock once more. It read 2 o' clock. 'I'll drive myself mad if I keep counting minutes. I'll take a nap that will keep me from going mad.' Walking back up stairs he fell down on his bed and closed his eyes to sleep. After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Harry looked around and found himself in a very familiar place. The room with revolving doors. He was in the Department of Mysteries. He heard a creak behind him and found a door slowly opening. Deciding whether or not to walk into the door, he advanced towards it slowly. As soon as his foot touched the stone floor, he was suddenly sucked into the door by some unknown force. Stopping just past the door, it closed and locked. Confused, Harry looked around and found himself in the very room that his godfather had died in. In the middle of the room was a stone arch, with a black veil covering the opening. He saw flashing lights and looked around. He saw his godfather, Sirius, dueling with Belatrix LeStrange. Sirius laughed emanated throughout the air as he taunted the Deatheater witch. Harry screamed for Sirius to watch out, knowing what was going to happen next. Sirius was blasted by a stunning spell. He tumbled backwards and rolled into the opening of the stone arch, past the veil. Harry screamed Sirius' name once more, but no sound came out. Everything went black. All he saw was the stone arch. Walking towards the arch, he tried to peak past the veil.
"Harry…" A voice called from beyond the veil. Harry jumped. He recognized that voice.
"Sirius!" His voice had returned. He tried to move towards the veil once more, but some unknown force held him back.
"Harry…help me…You can pull me out…" Sirius voice had begun to distort.
"Sirius! How do I pull you out!" Harry yelled with alarm. He waited for a response. When he got none, he moved closer to the veil.
"HARRY!"
Harry jumped up from his bed, sweat soaked his shirt. His mind on his rather disturbing dream. He pulled his knees up to his chest. He began crying, once again mourning his godfather. He turned his head to look out the window, the day was now night. He looked at his clock and it read 11 o' clock. Just in an hour he would be with his friends. Cleaning himself up, he pulled out some dry cloths and put them on.
Sirens began wailing outside. Harry ran to his window and saw a parade of police cars speeding down the road. Red lights flashing everywhere. He opened his window and told Hedwig to go to where Hermione was staying and to stay there until he arrived. She gave a hoot of understanding. With surprising speed and strength, he carried his trunk down stairs and placed it in the den. He ran to the front door to try to see what all the police cars were doing. A loud bang and series of explosions caught his attention. Down at the beginning of the road flurries of red and green beams of light flew in all directions. Houses were being blown to pieces. Harry knew instantly what was going on.
'Deatheaters! They found me!' Harry ran inside and pulled out his wand. Not caring about the laws of underage wizardry, he shrunk his trunk and put it in his pocket and dashed out of the house. He looked once more down the street. Deatheaters were marching down the street, checking each house, then destroying it. Harry also noticed that there weren't any Aurors arriving or and Order members. The only thing Harry could think of was to help the muggles that were now fleeing in the opposite direction.
The Deatheaters were now three houses down, neither noticing that Harry was standing in the middle of his relative's yard. Harry snuck behind Arabella Figg's house, and hid behind a tree. The Deatheaters were standing outside the next house checking it for him. They were about 30 yards away from Harry. Then an idea struck him. He would ambush them. If he caught them off guard, then he would most likely be able to take out two or three. He took count of how many Deatheaters there were and found six outside of the house. Two Deatheaters walked out of the house before destroying it and advanced to the next. As they walked past the tree Harry was hiding behind, Harry pulled out his wand, and took aim at the leader of the group.
"Stupefy!" He yelled. A red jet of light shot out from his wand and struck its target dead on. The Deatheater slumped and fell to the ground. Quickly he took aim again and took out one more. The Deatheaters began swarming to him. Immediately he ran in the opposite direction of the remaining houses.
"Get him! Get Potter!" One of the Deatheaters screamed. Beams of red, green, and blue shot passed him. Fortunately, he put a good distance between him and the remaining six Deatheaters. Taking aim once more.
"Petrificus Totalus!" A beam of energy lashed out and struck one of the Deatheaters. His body locked together and he fell to the ground like a wooden board. Feeling a little bit more confident he took aim once more and struck another Deatheater with the stunning spell. Harry turned around to run once more, curses and spells flying past him. He ran ten feet before he heard a loud CRACK! His mind thought of two different outcomes. Either he was going to be killed or help had arrived. Taking another step to begin running again, another crack was heard.
Three Deatheaters apparated right in front of him. Harry's heart began beating very fast and loud.
"Well, well…? Little baby Potter thinks he can escape from Voldemort's clutches." A sickening female voice said. Harry recognized it. It was Belatrix LeStrange. His blood began to boil. He raised his wand and yelled out the stunning spell. Belatrix side stepped the spell and it struck the Deatheater behind him. "Tsk…tsk…Potter. A little baby shouldn't be playing with such dangerous spells. Your filthy parents wouldn't want you getting hurt."
"SHUT UP!" Harry raised his wand once more. Belatrix immediately lashed her wand and a spell forced his wand out of his hand and across the street. The sickening Deatheater gave out a shriek like laugh.
"I think I'll have a little fun with you before we take you to the Dark Lord. WORMTAIL! Bind him!" The second Deatheater to her left waved his wand and muttered "Radixevictum". Roots burst from the ground and wrapped themselves around Harry's arms and legs, then pulled arms and legs, then pulled him to the ground completely bound. Harry struggled to get free but the roots were too strong. His heart was beating even harder now, he could even hear it.
'This is it. I'm going to die and Voldemort will rule…" Harry stopped struggling and gave up. "Oh…look! Ickle Potter is tired! But I haven't even had my fun yet. CRUCIO!" Harry began twisting and lurching forward from the unbelievable pain. Belatrix concentrated her wand on Harry's twitching form. She gave out another shriek like laugh before jerking her wand away, ending the torture. Harry began breathing heavily and painfully. Tears were now leaking from his eyes. "Awe…Poor Baby Potter is crying. But the pain hasn't even begun! Come Wormtail, join in on the fun! Evertoviscus!" A flash of red light blew out of her wand and landed on Harry's legs. The legs of his pants melted away as the spell struck, his skin burned and scorched. Harry gave out a cry of pain and twisted against the roots. Some of the roots gave way at his legs. Wormtail waved his wand in a few circles before saying another spell out loud.
"Infinitus Morsus!" Sparks shot out of his wand and cuts began appearing all over his body.
'Please…just kill me…!' Harry screamed in his mind. Belatrix gave out another laugh.
"Don't worry Potter the torture will end soon…I have orders to take you to my Lord alive. He wants to be the one to end your pathetic life." Belatrix said in an evil whisper. "Terramucrio! Mentisfrendo!" Belatrix laughed. A spear of stone shot out from her wand and pierced his flesh in his abdomen. Harry screamed, blood trails coming from his mouth. His head began pounding as the second spell hit. "Now…shall we leave?" Wormtail waved his wand and the roots released him. The stone spear still in his abdomen. Harry was nearly unconscious. As Belatrix reached down to take hold of Harry and bright red jet of light smashed into her side.
"HARRY!" The voice seemed familiar to Harry. Eight wizards apparated around Harry and Wormtail. Wormtail made a jump for Harry but was shot down by another blast of red light. "HARRY! Dear Merlin! Give me a portkey to Hogwarts right this instance!" Mrs. Weasley screamed at the other wizards. Her husband, Arthur, grabbed a stone from the ground and muttered a quick "Portus". "Someone take this spear out of him, we can't travel with him like this!" Kingsley and Moody carefully pulled the spear out of Harry's abdomen. Harry lurched forward and cried out in pain. "Give me the portkey!" She took the portkey from Arthur and placed it in Harry's hand, making sure that she also had a firm hold on it. Within seconds she and Harry disappeared.
"We might have been too late." Said Kingsley as he grabbed Wormtail's and Belatrix's unconscious bodies. Mr. Weasley shook his head before speaking.
"Someone help me round up the other Deatheaters." He began walking down the street, Moody followed slowly.
"Potter took out most of the Deatheaters before he was caught, and he did a pretty good job to." Moody gave out a sad laugh.
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The first chapter done! Hope you like it! R&R
