I've said it once and I'll say it again, I own nothing but the plot and any OC'S I come up with.
The Boy Who Lived
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sat in the headmaster's office the day after Draco had been given his ultimatum; Draco had just finished explaining his meeting with the Dark Lord and all three of them where trying to figure out what to do next.
"Is your mother prepared to accept my help in hiding her?" Harry asked Draco after thinking things over for five minutes.
"Yes mother said she would much prefer to have you help her than stay in a loveless marriage or be anywhere near the Dark Lord" answered Draco who had already explained that his mother had only married his father because of a marriage contract made when they were born.
"Good I may have come up with a solution for her safety but she will have to stay there until after the war" said Harry as he looked between the headmaster and Draco.
"And what would that be?" asked Dumbledore though he had a good idea as to what Harry was thinking; Albus had not made any suggestions himself because he wanted to see how good Harry could think for himself, after all Harry would one day lead them in this war and he needed to be able to plan and think for himself.
"I was thinking that she could move into Grimmauld place" answered Harry who had been thinking this over since Draco had first approached him on the Hogwarts express.
"What's Grimmauld place?" asked Draco with a confused look on his face.
"It's the ancestral home of the Black's, your mother's maiden family" explained Harry before Dumbledore could even open his mouth.
"The only question I have is how we are going to get Mrs Malfoy out of Malfoy manor without your father finding out" commented Harry who could not come up with a solution for this problem.
"Portkey or Apparition" suggested Draco before he remembered the wards around the manor. "No that won't work with all the wards around the manor" commented Draco, All three wizards fell silent trying to think of a way to remove Mrs Malfoy from Malfoy manor safely. After five minutes Harry came up with a possible solution.
"Fawkes" said Harry into the silence as he looked over at the sleeping Phoenix; he would have had his own Phoenix get Mrs Malfoy but she had only just hatched that morning, Harry's Phoenix was a beautiful gold with a red plumage the complete opposite of Fawkes who was red with a gold plumage.
"A most brilliant idea Harry" smiled Dumbledore as he looked upon Harry and Draco.
"Will you be dissolving the marriage contract between my mother and father?" Draco asked Harry, it had been his mother's idea to present this option to the new Lord of her family.
"If that is her wish I shall do so" answered Harry as he looked at Draco. "You do realise that you will have no last names unless you choose to be come part of the black family" said Harry who was willing to make them both Blacks but not Potters.
"Yes I know and we are both willing to become Blacks if you will have us" answered Draco who was looking forward to been completely out of his father's control as Lucius had never been a loving or caring father too him.
"I'll have Gringotts make the arrangements" said Harry with a nod at Draco. "you should go and inform your mother of the plan via owl and tell her to be ready by 5:30 tomorrow evening" Harry said to Draco as he knew that they did not have very many days left in which for Draco to reveal his true alliance to the world.
"I'll get right on it" said Draco as he rose from his seat. "And thanks for doing this Harry, I know you didn't have to but thank you" Draco said sincerely as he shook Harry's hand before leaving the office.
"Lets hope we can pull this off eh sir" said Harry as he turned back to face the headmaster.
"Yes let us hope so" said Dumbledore with a smile. "Now then I've been thinking about your training in the room of Requirement" at this Harry perked up wondering what his headmaster had come up with in less than twenty four hours.
"And what have you come up with sir" Harry asked eagerly.
"I think you and some others should spend one month real time training" answered Dumbledore seriously as he looked at Harry with twinkling eyes knowing that at the end of that one month Harry would be virtually unstoppable.
"That works out at twelve years with time slowed down" said Harry in shock after doing some quick maths in his head. "What would I learn for twelve years?" Harry asked wondering just what would take that long to learn.
"Transfiguration and Charms and Defence against the Dark Arts for a start" began Dumbledore as he looked at Harry. "Not to forget Ancient Runes and the Dark Arts" finished Dumbledore though he seemed reluctant about the Dark Arts.
"Wow that's quite a list" commented Harry with surprise "Are you sure about the Dark Arts?" Harry asked even though he was going to start reading about the Dark Arts himself but he never thought Albus "light wizard" Dumbledore would want him learning the Dark Arts.
"Yes if you are to defeat Lord Voldemort then you will need more than just the Light Arts" said Dumbledore gravely.
"Well if it will make you feel any better I could swear an oath never to become a Dark Lord or attack innocents" said Harry as he removed his wand ready to swear the oath.
"There is no need Harry you are far too good a person to ever do either of those things" said Dumbledore with a brilliant smile on his face. "Though I appreciate the offer" both Harry and Dumbledore smiled as Harry replaced his wand in its holster.
"Who else were you thinking about training in the room of requirement?" Harry asked as the headmaster conjured them both a cup of tea.
"Well I was thinking that the fighters in the Order could go in too get more experience" Dumbledore began as he took a drink of his tea. "And if Madam Bones will agree to it the new Auror recruits who have just entered the Auror academy" Dumbledore finished surprising Harry with his thinking as Harry had only expected him and maybe the Order not all these.
"How about any seventh year students who wish to become Auror's as well?" Harry asked after thinking everything over. "Voldemort's army is growing daily and ours needs to start growing otherwise we all die" Harry was kept up to date on Order and Voldemort matters and knew that Voldemort got at least four new recruits every three days or so if not more.
"Yes I agree with that" said Dumbledore with a nod of his head. "But if any students wish to do this training then they must be of age you are the only exception" Dumbledore was determined to keep children out of this war as much as possible; students of age were the exception as the were adults and he could not stop them no matter how much he wished he could.
"Well I was hoping you would allow Lisa Turpin with me" said Harry to the surprise of the headmaster.
"And why would you want Miss Turpin in this fight?" Dumbledore asked after he got over his surprise.
"I don't want her in the fight but she wishes to become a healer" Harry began as he drained the last of his cup of tea. "And now that there is going to be a healer in the Order then maybe he would be willing to train Lisa to be a healer" Harry finished explaining his reason for wanting Lisa in the training or at least some of it.
"Ah I see" said Dumbledore after Harry had explained his reasoning. "Well I shall ask healer Greengrass if she would be willing to train Lisa" Harry smiled brightly as Dumbledore agreed to allow his request.
"And Lisa could learn the other none combat magic's as well" commented Harry with a smile knowing that this would help Lisa not only become a healer but allow her ample time to grieve for her father.
Harry and Dumbledore talked for another half an hour before walking down to lunch; after Lunch Harry was going to go into the room of requirement for twenty for hours and slow down time as he trained with Dobby to learn House-Elf magic, while the Headmaster was going to contact Madam Bones to see if she would agree to the training plan. Neither of them where expecting what was about to happen after lunch.
"Hello Lisa" said Harry as he arrived at the Ravenclaw table wanting to check on his friend and see how she was coping. "May I join you for lunch?" Harry noticed that quite a few people were watching him but he didn't care.
"Of course Harry" answered Lisa with a small smile as she looked up at Harry as he sat down next to her.
"How are you?" Harry asked as he dished himself a salad and poured a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Surviving" answered Lisa unconsciously echoing Harry's answer to Neville when he asked him that same question.
"Well I've a proposition for you" said Harry thinking it would be a good idea to give Lisa something to think about that may take her mind off of her father's death.
"And what might that be?" Lisa asked as she took a gulp of her juice. Harry then put up a silencing charm before he explained everything that he and the headmaster had found out about the room of requirement and their idea for training the Order and new Auror's along with Harry's idea for Lisa to train under healer Greengrass and in other none combat magic training.
"Wow" said Lisa in shock after Harry had finished explaining his and the headmasters idea to train for twelve years in just one month. "That's a long time but insanely brilliant at the same time" Lisa said with a smile as she dished herself the last slice of the treacle tart.
"I can't believe you got the last of the tart" Harry playfully pouted before getting a wicked grin on his face. "Dobby can I get some treacle tart" Harry called and a second later a full pie of the tart was on his plate causing him to grin widely and the nearby eyes to bulge as they had heard Harry's request as he taken down the silencing ward.
"You show off" laughed Lisa as she watched Harry almost inhale a huge spoonful.
"Me never" laughed Harry after he'd swallowed his mouthful. "What are you doing this afternoon?" Harry asked before he took another spoonful of tart.
"I'm going to read ahead a bit in Transfiguration" replied Lisa as she finished her slice of tart. "What about you?" Lisa asked as she finished of her drink and watched as Harry finished of more than half of the pie be draining his juice and standing from his seat.
"I'm going to train with Dobby for twenty four hours" Harry replied as Lisa too stood from her seat neither of them noticing the Potions master approaching them.
Severus Snape had just given Albus Dumbledore a rolled up piece of parchment with instructions not to open it for ten minutes; after all the Dark Lord had told him not to tell anybody about his task but he didn't say a damn thing about not writing it down in a letter explaining everything, he really should have gotten that oath worded more specific.
"Potter" Snape called as he approached Potter and Turpin; Merlin he hoped that Potter would be a lucky bastard and survive the killing curse a second time other wise all hope was lost.
"Yes Professor?" Harry asked as he watched the Potions master stop in front of him with a weird look on his face. "How can I help you" Harry asked when Snape did not immediately say anything.
Snape looked at Harry for a moment noticing that Turpin was a few feet behind Potter and him and Potter were only a foot apart so there was no chance at missing; he only hoped that the headmaster believed his letter and that the Portkey that the Dark Lord had sent him this morning worked.
"Forgive me" Snape whispered just loud enough for Harry and Lisa to hear him before he gripped his wand in one hand and the Portkey in the other.
"For what professor?" Harry asked just before Snape whipped up his wand and pointed it at him.
"Avada Kedavra" Snape shouted and he watched as both Potter and Turpin's eyes went wide before the sickly green light impacted upon Potter's chest blasting him into Turpin causing them both to crumble.
"Activate" and just like that Snape vanished from the great hall as the students went completely silent and Dumbledore went white as a sheet as he stared at the fallen body off Harry Potter in shock and horror before he was snapped out of his shock by a blood-curdling scream of horror.
HAARRRRRYYY" Lisa Screamed as she cradled Harry's body too her with tears streaming down her face, she could not believe that she had just lost her father and now one of her best friends.
Dumbledore and the other teachers raced down from the high table to where Lisa was cradling Harry too her while sobbing while she repeatedly called his name but she got no response.
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry's body checking for signs of life; she did this three times before announcing the result.
"He is dead," Pomfrey said quietly into the silence of the hall while tears began running down her own face for the loss of her favourite patient.
"We should move Harry's body" said Dumbledore thickly after five minutes in which everyone stared at Harry and cried softly well not everyone the Death Eater's children didn't but the wisely kept silent and smirk free. Dumbledore removed his wand ready too levitate Harry but Neville stopped him.
"No" Neville shouted as he made his way over from the Gryffindor table where he had been sat in shock. "Harry was a hero so he should be carried to the hospital wing like a hero" Neville bent down and gently helped Lisa to her feet from under Harry.
"How do you mean Mr. Longbottom?" asked McGonagall as she watched the boy help Lisa to her feet before standing to the left of Harry's shoulder.
"I mean that Harry should be carried out of here on our shoulders just like the hero that he is," explained Neville to the shock of most.
"I agree" called Ron Weasley as he too stood from the Gryffindor table and made his way over to stand opposite Neville; he and Harry may not have been on the best of terms but he still thought off Harry as his black haired brother.
"So do I" said Ernie Macmillan as he rose from the Hufflepuff table and went to stand next to Neville.
"And me" called Justin Finch-Fletchley as he followed his best friend and stood next to Ron.
"Me too" said Terry Boot as he stood from his seat at the Ravenclaw table and stood next too Ernie.
"Don't forget Slytherin" called Daphne Greengrass from the Slytherin table, as she stood from her seat shocking quite a few as she made her way to stand next to Justin. Daphne had been told of Her father's alliance and she had always had a small crush on Harry plus this was her chance to prove that she was no Death Eater in training.
He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than a disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely laying, on some surface. Therefore, he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.
Almost as soon as he reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.
He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. His surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapour; rather the cloudy vapour had not yet formed into surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be.
He sat up. His body appeared unscathed. He touched his face. He was no longer wearing his contact lenses any more but he could see perfectly. Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small, soft thumpings of something that flapped, flailed and struggled. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. He had the uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful.
For the first time, he wished he were clothed. Barely had the wish formed in his head, than robes appeared a short distance away. He took them and pulled them on: they were soft, clean and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared just like that, the moment he had wanted them… he stood up, looking around. Was he in some great room of requirement? The longer he looked, the more there was to see.
A great domed glass roof glittered high above him in sunlight. Perhaps it was a palace. All was hushed and still, except for those odd thumping and whimpering noises coming from somewhere close by in the mist…
Harry turned slowly on the spot, and his surroundings seemed to invent themselves before his eyes. A wide open space, bright and clean, a hall larger by far than the great hall, with that clear, domed glass ceiling. It was quite empty. He was the only person there, except for – he recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking. And it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath.
He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless, he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him.
"You cannot help."
He spun round. Sirius Black was walking towards him, sprightly and upright, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue. "Harry." He spread his arms wide. "You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk" stunned, Harry followed as Sirius strode away from where the flayed child lay whimpering, and leading him to two seats that Harry had not previously noticed, set some distance away under that high, sparkling ceiling. Sirius sat down in one of them, and Harry fell into the other, staring at his Godfather's face. Sirius's long, black hair, the piercing blue eyes: everything was as he had remembered it. And yet…
"But you're dead" said Harry.
"Oh, yes" said Sirius matter-of-factly.
"Then… I'm dead too?"
"Ah" said Sirius, still smiling more broadly. "That is the question, isn't it? On he whole, my boy, I think not"
"Not?" repeated Harry.
"Not" said Sirius.
"But…" Harry raised his hand instinctively towards the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. "But I should have died – nobody died for me"
"Ah but your unique Harry" said Sirius, happiness seemed to radiate from him.
"Explain" said Harry
"You were an accidental Horcrux Harry" began Sirius. "When the killing curse reflected off of you and hit Voldemort, his soul was ripped from his body, but a small part attached itself to the only living thing around, You" explained Sirius his smile dimming a bit.
"I had a part of Voldemort's soul inside me?" Harry asked with revulsion.
"Yes but thanks to Snape that part of Voldemort's soul has been destroyed" said Sirius smiling broadly once more. "Voldemort unintentionally ordered one of his anchors to life to be destroyed" Harry seemed to sag with relief.
"So how can I not be dead if I was hit with the killing curse and nobody died for me this time? Harry asked with confusion.
"Ah that would be Voldemort's fault once again" Said Sirius still smiling. "Think back what he did, in his ignorance, in his greed and his cruelty" encouraged Sirius.
"He took my blood" said Harry after thinking back to everything that he knew that Voldemort had done to him.
"Precisely" said Sirius. "He took your blood and rebuilt his living body with it! Your blood in his veins, Harry, Lily's protection inside both of you! He tethered you to life while he lives!"
"So he's my Horcrux? Harry asked.
"Kinda" answered Sirius. "Now that Voldemort's soul is no longer inside of you, only he can kill you".
"The Prophecy?" Harry asked.
"Yes, only you can kill him and only he can kill you" Sirius said.
"I've got to go back, haven't I?
"That is up to you" said Sirius.
"I've got a choice? Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, you can go back and fight the darkness" answered Sirius. "Or you can go on to the next great adventure". They sat in silence for a long while, or maybe no time at all before Harry spoke up.
"I'm going back and I'm going to do everything within my power to stop him" Harry said with conviction.
"I knew you'd say that," said Sirius with a smile. "Before you go back I have a little gift for you".
"What is it?" Harry asked as he looked at his godfather.
"When you return, you will be immune from the unforgivable curses" said Sirius with a bright smile and twinkling eyes not unlike Dumbledore's eyes.
"How?" asked a shocked Harry.
"A gift from Ramesses, Godric, your parents, me and the creator" answered Sirius smiling even more broadly.
"Brilliant" said Harry thinking how good it would be to get hit with a killing curse or the Cruciatus curse and just stand there looking at the caster.
"Yes it is" commented Sirius. "Now just one piece of advice before you go" said Sirus as he stood from his seat, Harry following him.
"And what is that?" questioned Harry.
"Open your heart to Lisa Turpin" answered Sirius as he pulled Harry to him in a strong hug and he kissed the top of his head. "She may not realise it yet but she loves you, just as you love her".
He was lying down again, but this time he was on a soft bed. The smell of the hospital wing filled his nostrils. He opened his eyes to find that a sheet had been pulled up over his face, removing the sheet from his head, Harry found that it was dark within the hospital. After a minute or so he realised that everyone must think he was dead, well he was for a time or his body was.
Sitting up Harry looked around, and found his wands on the bedside table, grabbing his wands he preformed the tempus spell and found it to be four thirty in the morning and only the day after Snape had hit him with the killing curse.
Harry got out of bed, glad that he was still in his jeans and t-shirt with only his trainers removed but looking around his bed he found them next to his bedside table, after he had put them on he made his way out of the hospital wing as quietly as he could not wanting to wake Madam Pomfrey just yet though she would be awake soon when he was finished.
As he was walking down the corridor away from the hospital wing, Harry conjured a long black cloak with a deep hood, donning the cloak and pulled up the hood; Harry looked in a window and could not see his face in the refection.
Harry made his way to the great hall, upon entering the dark hall, Harry removed his wand and pointed it at his throat.
"Sonorus maximus" intoned Harry before he took a deep breathe.
"WAAAAKKKEEEE UUUPPPP" Harry bellowed as loudly as he could, and with his voice amplified to the max, it was heard all over the castle making people jump out of their beds in absolute shock and fright at such a loud voice. "EVERYONE REPORT TO THE GREAT HALL ITS VERY IMPORTANT" Harry then removed the charm as he heard hundreds of footsteps moving quickly around the castle. After waiting for about five minutes, Harry saw the first people enter the great hall wearily, sleepy eyed and yawning. After a further five minutes, everyone seemed to be in the great hall and staring at him with apprehension as he stood in front of the teachers table unmoving.
"Who are you?" asked Dumbledore as he made his way to the front of the students and professors and looked at Harry, though he had not yet drawn his wand.
" I am a dead man walking" answered Harry to the confusion of everyone, nobody recognised his voice as he was making his voice deeper than normal too throw them off of who he was for awhile longer so he could annoy the headmaster a bit.
"I'm afraid I don't understand" said Dumbledore with confusion as he stared at the stranger or who he thought was a stranger.
"Well shall I give you some clues as to who I am?" Harry asked with amusement.
"I'd much prefer that you just tell me who you are" replied Dumbledore with a frown on his face.
"Too bad" said Harry. "I want you to work it out for yourself" Harry was dying to burst out laughing at the headmasters face.
"Very well, what are your clues?" asked a reluctant Dumbledore.
"Very simple, I shall say three quotes and you will have one guess as to who I am" answered Harry.
"Sounds simply enough" commented Dumbledore. "I'm ready for your quotes".
"Very good, my first quote is" Harry paused for a second. "I? I find myself holding a pair of thick woollen socks". Harry watched as Dumbledore began to think where he had heard that saying before but before he could work it out Harry continued. "The happiest man on earth would be able to use the mirror of Erised like a normal mirror" Harry could almost hear the cogs turning in Dumbledore's mind.
"And finally, Bertie Bott's! I was most unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one" Harry smiled broadly as Dumbledore's eyes went wide as he worked out who he was.
"Harry?" whispered Dumbledore with hope in his voice, as he had only ever spoke those three quotes to one person.
"You got it in one sir" said Harry as he removed his hood allowing everyone to see who he was. The candles had been lit when the first teacher walked into the hall.
Harry looked around the hall and saw that everyone's jaws where hanging open along with their eyes open wide in shock.
"Harry" shouted several different voices as people began making their way too him but nobody got to him as fast as the light brown haired blur that jumped into his arms and hugged him fiercely.
"How?" Lisa asked as she pulled away enough to look into Harry's eyes though she did not remove herself from Harry's arms, with her own arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"I'll explain it all in awhile," answered Harry as he smiled at Lisa whilst he quickly built up his Gryffindor courage. "But first there's one thing I've wanted to do for a few months now".
"And what is that?" Lisa had totally forgotten that they were in a hall full of people.
"This" replied Harry before he gently pulled Lisa's head to him and gently but passionately kissed her, not even caring that the whole of Hogwarts was watching him. "I love you Lisa Turpin" Harry said after they broke apart.
"I love you Harry Potter" replied Lisa with a beaming smile on her face for the first time since her father was killed, Lisa then proceeded to snog Harry with all the passion and love that she could muster while the Professor's and students burst into applause at the fact that they had their hero back and he had finally opened his heart to the girl he loved. All that is except a small, petite redhead who was scowling deeply enough to make Voldemort take a step back (Not really) and was already plotting revenge, of the deadly kind.
An: well there's chapter 7, how was it? The Horcrux in Harry has been destroyed and he's immune to the unforgivable's, was it believable? Next chapter will be Harry explaining what Happened while he was "dead" and the training… until next time.
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