Destiny's Chosen

By: EmeraldTigerReign

Warnings: Slash. Anal. Oral. Kink. Blood play. Bond. D/s. Violence. Bashing. M/M. F/F. Mpreg. Threesomes. Multiple Crossovers. Torture. Creature!Harry. And more as the chapters come up.

Pairings: Angel/Harry/Wyatt, Tom/Cole, Severus/Spike, Buffy/Hermione/Faith, Chris/Neville, Draco/Xander and Willow/Luna.

Chapter 5

"Boy! Wake up!" was the sound that Harry woke up to. That and the purple face of his Uncle Vernon. When Harry finally looked up and acknowledge his Uncle, the man continued.

"The family is going to visit Marge and we have a list of chores you need to get done. Today. And, let me tell you this now freak, if it ain't done, the beating that I gave you last week will seem like cake-walk. Got it!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry replied in a monotonous voice. Harry learned at a very young age, that any type of emotion, when concerning his relatives, is dangerous, a weakness he couldn't afford to have.

His uncle looked at him, much like royalty would look upon a commoner, with a holier-than-thou attitude. And then shoved the list at Harry and said,

"Get started now. And remember, if it ain't done, it's coming out of your hide." And as Harry looked at the list, he knew that the probability of getting it done was slim. As he left his Uncle just chuckled gleefully and slammed the door.

Harry sighed, to get all of it done and figure out a way to contact Mione, he would have to for-go breakfast and lunch and he knew that he wouldn't be getting dinner. Joy. His stomach was already grumbling, but he had gone longer without food. As he got up, he looked at the list and saw the first thing he was to do was to trim the hedges, so he got up, got a shower and got started.

As he was working on auto-pilot, he was thinking on how to get a hold of Mione. By the time he was on the second-to-last thing on the list, it was 4:30 in the afternoon and he had a plan. The only two things he had left was wash the front walk way and clean the cabinets. He could get both of those things done in about a half-hour. And then he would still have an hour to grab something to eat, thank god, and put his plan into action.

It was simple. He would use the telephone to get a feeling of what Mione thought about everything, and if he liked what he heard he would ask her to meet with him before the Will reading to fully find out if he could trust her and if he could he would ask her to be his advisor. It was simple yet effective. The Order wouldn't know how to tap a muggle phone, and so he wouldn't have to worry about being over-heard.

By the time Harry had gone over what questions he was going to ask Hermione, ones that would get him the answers he needed but also not make her suspicious, he was finished with all of the chores on the list. He put everything away that he had used and went to the fridge and made himself a quick plain turkey sandwich. Not much but it would tie him over to breakfast tomorrow. He ate quickly and then hurried to his trunk to get Hermione's home number. She had given it to him the summer after fourth year if he 'needed to talk after everything that happened in the tournament.' He hadn't used it then, but he knew she wouldn't mind him calling now. After all, 5th year was even worse than 4th!

As Harry dialed he noticed his fingers were shaking. He knew that the next few minutes would determine if he had a Best Friend. He knew that he couldn't and wouldn't trust Ron with his secrets. Ron's family was just to involved with Dumbledore.

Harry was one of the few that fully believed in the Grey aspect of magic. Harry knew that it all came down to intentions when it came to Magic. Granted, there was Light magic like Healing and Dark magic like the Sectumsempra curse. He also knew that you were born into which magic you would proficient in. Like Harry could do both because his Core was inherently Grey. But, Dumbledore would have problems casting a Dark spell and Voldemort would have problems casting a Healing spell.

The whole Weasley clan, save maybe the Twins, were completely Light wizards and would have trouble understanding that sometimes you had to use force to get what you wanted in life. You had to go on the offense, not always rely on defense.

Harry was brought back to himself by a young womans voice in his ear:

"Hello?" said the voice.

"Hello, is Hermione there?" Harry asked as politely as he could. Years of Manners being beaten into him coming to the for.

"Yes, just one moment," the woman, who Harry was assuming to be Hermione's mother answered.

Just a few seconds later Hermione's voice came onto the line, "Hello?"

"Hermione! It's Harry. I just found your number. I hope you don't mind that I called?" Harry asked timidly.

"Harry! Of course I don't mind. How are you? You do know that Sirius wouldn't blame you, don't you? Honestly Harry. You did everything you could. And I swear if I could get my hands on a Snape and Umbridge! And they call themselves professors! Why, I could give them some pointers on what teachers are sup-"

"Hermione! Breathe." Harry laughed. Not realizing until just that moment how glad he was to hear her voice going on a tirade. Somethings never change and Harry was relieved this was one of them. He could just see how her nose is all scrunched up now and she has her left hand on her hip.

"Seriously Hermione. I'm upset, I won't lie, but I know that it wasn't my fault. I mean I did blame myself for a bit but then I just started thinking you know?"

"Thinking? You? Now I've heard it all!" Hermione joked.

"Hardy Har Har." Harry replied.

"Harry. What were you thinking about?" Hermione asked kind of timidly.

"The past Hermione. Just everything that led up to that moment. Somethings were... just off."

"I've thought about that too." Hermione whispered.

Harry was shocked. Hermione agreed? He knew then that he would be meeting her, regardless if he would have her as his advisor.

"Hermione, I've got some questions, but I don't know who I should ask to get the most honest answer from? Any ideas?" Harry asked, keeping things deliberately vague.

He wanted to see the first person she said. If it was the Headmaster, the top authority figure in their world, he knew that he probably couldn't trust her, but if she named anyone else, he figured there was a chance.

"Hmm... well if it was me, I would ask Remus or Professor McGonagall. Both are adults and completely fair in all aspects, whether its in life or school." came the almost instant reply.

Harry was shocked. Both were good ideas and since she didn't mention the Headmaster, he figured maybe the conclusions hes drawn about the past, she drew the same ones.

"Thanks Hermione. I think I'll ask Professor McGonagall. Remus has to much on his mind already. Listen, I have to go before the Dursley's return. Were you invited to the Will?"

There was a pause, and Harry heard a slight sniffle. Harry knew how she was feeling. It makes it really. That he is really gone. Not dead, but gone. But Harry would never stop trying to bring him back. Harry knew that much at least.

"Yes, Harry I was. Why will you be there? I would think the Headmaster would not want you there?"

"Sirius left a stipulation to the Will that said the only way for it to happen is if I'm there personally so I can't send a regent. Anyway, I was wondering if you would be willing to meet before the reading?"

"Of course. When and Where?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the speed she had asked those questions. It was so typically Hermione.

"Since the readings at 10:00am how about 9:00 at the Leaky Cauldron? We can get Breakfast?"

"OK Harry. I'll meet you there. You have a good night. See you tomorrow."

"Alright bye Hermione," Harry replied.

"Bye," came the response. And then a the dial-tone.

Harry put the cradle down carefully and went back upstairs. After the conversation with Mione, he had a feeling he could trust her, but he wanted to be sure. He hoped so anyway. He knew that tomorrow was going to be a long and tough day. Not something he was really looking forward to, but at least he knew that he would find somethings out. No more lies.

And when Harry opened the door to his room he could have laughed out loud. Because, there, on his bed, was Fawkes, the Headmasters Phoenix, with a note on its leg.