Hermione picked up the small piece of paper from her bed stand. She knew
that Harry had written her a not. 'He is so sweet,' she thought to herself as
she opened the note. After she read it she dropped it in shock. No he
couldn't be gone. She would go to his room and see him there laughing with
Ron over this joke. When she reached his room she found all his belongings
and his trunk, this calmed her down. She went back to her room to get
dressed. Just as she was about ready to leave, there came a shriek from
Ron. She ran to find him staring at a note, like hers. When she saw the look
on Ron's face she knew that this wasn't a prank. Harry never pulled any
pranks without Ron. The two friends clasped on the floor, not speaking, in to
much disbelief to even cry. That is how Sirius found them. He too, it
seemed had gotten a note and was as white as parchment.
"Dumbledore," he said and they nodded. They numbly walked to the headmaster's office.
"Licorice Wands."
Dumbledore no longer got surprised with people bursting into his office at all hours.
"What's wrong with Harry?" He asked.
"How did you know it was Harry?" Ron asked.
"Well you are his best friends and godfather I would think that he would be with you. Now what is wrong?"
They said nothing and just handed him the notes they had gotten from Harry. Dumbledore's eyes seemed to get wider with each note. "He's gone after him."
He whispered.
"What do you mean Professor?" Hermione asked, looking scared.
"Harry must have gone after Voldemort."
No one could say anything. A large owl came swooping into the room. Dumbledore quickly read it and any sparkle that was left in his eyes was completely gone now.
"The mayor of Hogsmeade has informed me that there was a bright green light coming from the Shrieking Shack this morning." The four looked at each other and then all ran to the door at the same time. They had to know. They approached the Whomping Willow, Sirius tapped the not and they headed down the secret passageway wondering what they would find at the end of the tunnel.
Lily screamed. She had been sitting down to breakfast thinking about writing Harry when Hedwig had come into the room. She had started the letter with a smile on her face and now she was screaming. Remus, who had just moved in because he couldn't afford to live anywhere else, came running into the room. James was with Arthur Weasley at the ministry of magic. Lily handed him the note and he went pale.
"We need to get this to James." They apperated to the office. James looked happy to see his wife.
"Hey Lils, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit to?"
She handed him the note. He let out a shout of astonishment. Everyone in
the room stared at him. But he was far from caring. He immediately
disaperated to Hogsmeade with Lily and Remus not far behind. They got up
to the castle just in time to see Ron disappear under the whomping willow.
The group followed the same route. About halfway to the shack they heard
a cry of anguish. They sprinted down to the entrance. The house was in a
wreck. They looked around and saw blood all over the place. There was a
definite sign of trouble all around. The floors were scratched up, the
furniture over turned, and the windows all broken. Hermione was on the
crumpled on the floor holding a broken pair of glasses, crying. Ron was
standing looking as though he didn't want to believe what was going on.
Sirius sank into a chair looking at the remains of his godson, feeling as
though he was going to throw up. Lily quickly turned away from the sight,
not wanting to see what was there she was leaning on James, who was
throwing up and crying. Remus silently cried for Harry. Dumbledore looked
around at the group of heart-broken people and swore to himself that he
would get revenge.
Harry stared up at the huge castle before him. Even bigger then Hogwarts! 'So this is Gryffindor Castle,' he thought to himself. Ariel popped up behind him. "I'll give you the grand tour," she said smiling. It took four and a half hours to show Harry the main parts of the castle. All through the halls the paintings welcomed him and the house-elves were beside themselves. It had been years since any humans had been in the castle other then Ariel. After they ate a fantastic dinner, made by the elves, Ariel glanced down at her watch and gasped.
"Harry I have to go, Sirius will be needing me for moral support!"
"Why?"
Ariel looked annoyed, "You died remember?"
"Oh yeah," it had just struck Harry that his friends and family thought he was dead.
"Now well I am gone I want you to go settled. Tomorrow we will begin our research and training." She was gone with a 'pop'.
Hermione was sitting in the head student's common room with Ron and
Sarah looking at her engagement ring. Well more then anything she was
glaring at it. The funeral for Harry was to be in a week. She felt a rush of
anger towards Harry. How could he go after Voldemort when they had been
so happy? They could have won the Quidditch World Cup! The end of the
year prank would have been hilarious and their wedding beautiful. Harry's
last words were repeated over and over again in her mind. 'Remember I will
never truly be gone, as long as you still love me in return.' These words
haunted her. What had he meant? Of course he was gone! She would
never see him again. But there was a tiny voice in her head the doubted it.
There were no remains of Harry, just blood. She should have felt something
when Harry died for Harry was her true love. Then it occurred to her, "Ron!"
Ron looked startled for a second at the sudden outburst from Hermione. She had barely spoken since they had left the shrieking shack.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Did you feel any pain this morning or last night? I mean not real pain, but mental pain? Like you did when Voldemort tortured Harry?"
Ron had a confused look on his face. "No, I didn't feel any thing! A couple days ago Harry stopped letting me feel his emotions." Ron's eyes got wide. "You don't think.no he can't be.I mean the shack was a mess.is he alive?"
"Ron if he was dead you should have felt his pain, even if he blocked out you out. You can't ever truly undo the spell the two of you preformed. No matter what you would still feel any major pain coming from Harry!"
James was looking around Harry's bedroom. There were the pictures of
Harry, smiling and having fun with his friends. It pained James that Harry
really hadn't had any friends before he was eleven! That was eleven years
without a single person that his son could rely on. It was amazing the way
he had made it through all that he had. Remus came into the room and
watched as his friend practically broke down in tears.
"James," he said softly, "the funeral will be in an hour." James simply
nodded and left the room to get ready. Remus sighed. James had not
cracked a single smile since the day Harry had died. Nor had he pulled any
pranks, laughed, or even look as though he was about to laugh. James' life
was entirely centered around the death of his son. Lily wasn't doing much
better. She was in complete denial. You could often hear her going on about
how well Harry was doing in school and how much fun they would have when
he came home. Remus looked around the room, sighed and left to go to the
funeral.
There was an amazing amount of people at the funeral. Everyone wanted to
pay their respects to the Boy Who Lived. There were a lot of speeches. Lily,
James, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Dumbledore, and then Ron.
"Harry Potter was my best friend. When I first met him he had nothing but gold in a Gringotts bank. Even though he had no love or friendship growing up he was always generous and gave whatever he could to the good of others. Harry also was brave. We had many adventures together at Hogwarts and whenever any of his friends were in trouble he was their right away to save us. Harry Potter was a true friend and a true Gryffindor."
At this point Ron's voice broke and he could say no more. The rest of the
service pasted with a blur. Everyone was crying at the great tragedy.
Hermione, who was supposed to make a speech couldn't even get herself to
stand up and walk up to the podium. Afterwards, sitting the empty
Gryffindor common room Hermione was thinking over Ron's words.
"Harry was a true friend and a true Gryffindor." That was it! That is why
Harry had to leave, why everybody had to think that he was dead! Harry
was the heir of Gryffindor.
Harry was sitting in the massive library at Gryffindor Castle, studying. He
couldn't help but think about how much Hermione would love this library.
There were tons of books! He missed his friends and family a lot over the
last month at the castle. He wondered if they had forgotten him, or if they
had gotten over his 'death' yet. He heard a bell ring through the air. 'Ugg,'
he thought to himself time for another training session with Ariel. Training
sessions were always in the after noon and they took a lot out of Harry. With
Ariel he practiced all the muggle forms of fighting, swords, martial arts,
boxing, ect. He made his way to the training room wondering what it would
look like today. Everyday it was set up a different way, depending on the
training that they would be doing that day. Today, Harry was surprised to
see many sofas, chairs, and a roaring fire. Ariel was sitting in a large
armchair close to the fire, and was motioning for Harry to come sit in the
chair beside her. He and Ariel had become good friends in the last month.
Though she was instance in Harry's training she was always kind, and easy
to talk to.
"Today we are going to plan your return," she said smiling. Harry couldn't believe his ears. She wanted him to return, already? "But are you sure that I am ready?" Harry asked her worried.
"Of course I am! I wouldn't be having this conversation with you if I didn't know you were! I have never seen one of my students make as much progress as you have in the last month."
"So you think that I am the true heir? Not just another fake?" There had been many students who Ariel had thought were the real heir of Gryffindor. But now she knew that it was the Potter line all along that held the power of Gryffindor.
"And what about my father?" Harry asked.
"When he 'died' he gave all the power of your family to you. The power is stronger if only one person has it, not father and son. Also you have your emotions, which double your power."
Ariel had also taught Harry how to control his feelings and use them to help him. That of all the training had taken the most amount of time. "So this is how we are going to do it."
Sirius sat in his office completely miserable. It had been a month since his godson had died and he still couldn't get it through his head that Harry was gone.
He was still deep in thought when he heard a knock on his door. 'Why would someone come to my office after class?' He wondered to himself as he opened the door.
"James, what are you doing here?" He asked looking at the man in front of him. That same man burst out laughing. 'He has finally lost it,' Sirius thought as he led the man into his office.
"Sirius, really you would think after knowing the two of us for so long that you could at least tell us apart! Look at my eyes, do you really think that I am Prongs?"
Sirius eyes got wide, and then he fainted.
Harry sighed, "Enervate."
Sirius looked up at the godson he thought was dead.
"Harry what are you doing here? You are supposed to be dead!"
"Supposed to be, now come with me I need to tell Dumbledore but I didn't know the password."
Sirius numbly followed his godson. He was in so much shock that he couldn't say anything, just follow. They reached Dumbledore's office. "The boy who lived," Sirius said. Harry raised his eyebrows the password was him! When the reached the top of the staircase they heard voices inside it sounded like Ron and Hermione were in there talking to Professor Dumbledore. Harry held Sirius back for a second. He took down the wall that he had so carefully put up before. 'Ron! Are you making a move on my fiancé in there?'
Dumbledore and Hermione were quite shocked when Ron went rigid. They were about to ask him what was wrong, but then Harry came bursting into the office.
"HARRY!' Hermione cried out as she ran over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Dumbledore didn't say anything but pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
"Mr. Potter I am assuming, and please correct me if I am wrong, that you have a good reason for being here and alive." Dumbledore finally spoke after a awkward silence. "And I think it would be easier if you just told us all at once, so please write your parents, they will be quite eager to here from you."
Harry nodded but did not reach for the quill. He wanted to show off what he had learned. He simply picked up his wand muttered a few words and there before them was a letter written to his parents. The group looked at him in amazement. Harry grinned and gave the letter to Hedwig who always seem to know when Harry needed her.
James was sitting on the couch in the living room deep in thought. It
had been a month since Harry had died, but he just couldn't get over it! How
could such a caring, wonderful, talented boy have something so awful done
to him? James wished that he had gone after Voldemort instead then maybe
Harry would be alive now. Hedwig flew into the room. Hedwig had been
flying in and out of the house randomly since Harry's death. James saw that
she had a letter this time. Curiosity got the better of him as he opened the
envelope. He almost fainted right on the spot when he saw the writing. It
had to be a joke! But somewhere in his heart he wanted to believe that it
was true. He wanted his son to be alive and healthy. Making his decision
James pulled out his wand ready to apperate to Hogsmeade when Lily came
into the room.
"And where are you going?" She asked him, looking angry that he was going to leave without her.
"Um, Dumbledore wanted to talk to me so I am going to Hogwarts!" James said thinking quickly. He didn't want to get Lily's hopes up just to have them crushed again. But Lily brightened. "I'll go with you! I haven't been to Hogwarts in awhile!"
James sighed. He couldn't tell Lily that she could not come or why he was really going.
"Ok then, let's go," he said wondering how he could shake his wife off when they got up to the castle.
When they had finally finished walking up the hill from Hogsmeade, James realized that it was lunch. "Lily, dear why don't you go ahead and eat lunch? You look famished! I will be right down to join you soon!"
Lily knew that James was up to something, but she also knew that he
wouldn't be telling her this unless it was important for him to go to
Dumbledore alone so she went into the great hall. James sighed with relief
and walked to the Headmasters office. However, before he could start
guessing the password Harry stepped out into the hallway. James couldn't
remember a time he was more happy to see his son. Even with all the times
he had been kidnapped, they had known that he might be alive. James had
truly thought that he had lost his son forever and here he was standing
before him beaming.
"Hey Dad, Snape doesn't know that I am alive yet, I am going to play a little trick on him in the dungeons, wanna come?" Harry asked with his normal look of happiness.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!!!! You just came back from the dead and you are already thinking of pranks to pull? Where the hell have you been? Everyone thought that you were dead and then all of a sudden you pop up from no where as if NOTHING has happened!"
Harry was taken aback, his father had barely ever yelled at him! He hung his head. "I'm sorry dad. I keep forgetting that everyone thought that I was dead for the last month. I have only been socializing with house-elves and one person for the last month, I wanted to do something fun!"
Though he was puzzled James smiled. "You really are my son then aren't you?"
"No, Sirius had a secret affair with mum," Harry said sarcastically. James rolled his eyes. After a minute off silence James finally said, "So are you going down to the dungeons or not?"
Harry grinned, "Of course!" Father and son walked together imagining the
face of Snape when they got down to the dungeon. When they arrived they
were pleased to see that there was a first year class of Slythrines entering
the room from lunch. (Many more parents were sending their children to
Hogwarts for schooling because they thought it would be safer, so the first
year classes were huge!) Harry whispered something into James' ear, James
laughed, nodded, and pulled out his wand. After a few, well chosen words,
Harry 'floated' into the dungeon. Snape looked up annoyed from his desk to
see who had bothered him and nearly fainted at the sight of Harry. James
had put the ghosting charm on Harry. It made him appear to be a ghost for
a half an hour. That half an hour would be spent getting payback on Snape.
Harry was slowly advancing on Snape, acting like a zombie. Snape was
backing away slowing from the Harry. All the first years in the room ran as
quickly as they could out of the room. Harry was having so much fun
taunting and making Snape regret every mean word he had ever said.
Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end. Albus Dumbledore
happened to be walking past the dungeons, when he heard James laughing
his head off. Being a naturally curious person Dumbledore found Harry and
Snape in the classroom, though James had tried to stop him.
"Mr. Potter! That is hardly what I think you should be doing right now!
There will be several people who wish to talk to you. 10 points from
Gryffindor, try more harmless pranks next time."
Harry hung his head. There was nothing worse then to have Dumbledore
disappointed in you. As he left the room he slowly turned back into his
normal self. This shocked Snape even more, and he fainted.
Harry was standing in the same room that he had been called into during the
Tri-wizard Tournament. But this time he was even more nervous. This time
he would be seeing his mother again. According to his father and Sirius,
Harry knew that his mother had not taken his 'death' well. He wondered how
she was going to take his 'rebirth'. What seemed like hours (though really
only a minute or so) Harry paced back and forth in the room. It was like a
prison that he could not escape. Finally, there was a knock on the door.
Harry stopped pacing croaked, "come in," and waited. The door seemed to
be taking it's time to open. His mother appeared in the doorway. When she
saw Harry she ran over to him and pulled him into a hug. She let go and
stared him hard in the face as though she was making sure that it really was
her son. But she did not ask him where he had been or why he had come
back. She simply took him over to a sofa by the fire and held him in her
eyes as though he was still a baby, crying. To anyone who happened to be
looking it would have seemed strange to see a woman trying to hold a
seventeen year old like a child, but to Harry it seemed the one thing that had
always been missing in his life until now.
The next week was a terrible time in both the wizard and the muggle
worlds. Voldemort, it seemed no longer was trying to kidnap Harry. No, now
it seemed that he was trying to take over the world again. Everyday there
were more sightings of the Dark Mark. Muggles simply thought that it was a
cult of people who choose random victims and shot fire-works in the sky.
But the wizard world knew better. Things were as bad if not worse then they
had been fifteen years ago before Harry had defeated Voldemort. Before at
least people had some idea of whom Voldemort was targeting but now he
just killed whomever he felt like, without warning. Every ministry official was
called off of his/her department of work to set of defenses of the world.
Hogwarts, it seemed was the only safe place in all of England. The Order of
the Phoenix (both of them) were working full force. All lessons had been
cancelled except DADA that was now taught several hours a day by all of the
staff. When not having defense lessons members of the Order were meeting
trying to figure out how to stop the attacks. All the graduated members
were staying at Hogwarts and helping them. Houses no longer mattered.
Everyone knew where every common room was and what the password
was. There were absolutely no fights between the houses because it felt as
though the whole school was just one house. A lot of pressure was put on
Harry, Ron, and Hermione because they were the head boys and head girl.
Finally after a stressful meeting with his parents (who where staying in the
castle) Harry made his decision.
"Mum, Dad I am the only person who can stop him, I have to get rid of him or he will take over the world."
Lily and James looked shocked.
"Harry you can't go! You just came back to us I will not lose you again!" Lily cried.
"You are only seventeen, Harry. You are a child, for once let the adults take care of things," James pleaded with his son. Harry however was not going to give in.
"I am not a child and you know that Dad! I have seen more then most adults ever see and I am going. I am sorry, and I love you both." Harry left the room before they could hold him back. He went to Ron and Hermione. They looked up at him when he entered the room. "You're going aren't you?" Hermione asked, though she knew the answer.
"I have to. But I wanted to tell you in person before I left this time." Harry said.
"We're coming with you," Ron said indignantly. Harry had honestly not
expected this at all. "Did you really think that we would let you go through
this alone you great prat?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded, agreeing with
Ron. It was no use trying to stop them from coming. They would follow him
no matter what he did or said. So he simply nodded towards the door and
they stood up to follow him. The trio went down to Hogsmeade and
apperated. They stood in a forest clearing and there in front of them was
Lord Voldemort.
**Authors Note- I know the part with Lily and Harry was cheesy, but you know, at the time I thought it was a good idea. Thank you everyone for reviewing. By the way, I am grounded right now and am not supposed to be on the internet at all.but I guess I just can't get away, so with this and my two other fics that I am currently writing, I am not so sure how often I can post, bu I will post as often as I can! ( **
that Harry had written her a not. 'He is so sweet,' she thought to herself as
she opened the note. After she read it she dropped it in shock. No he
couldn't be gone. She would go to his room and see him there laughing with
Ron over this joke. When she reached his room she found all his belongings
and his trunk, this calmed her down. She went back to her room to get
dressed. Just as she was about ready to leave, there came a shriek from
Ron. She ran to find him staring at a note, like hers. When she saw the look
on Ron's face she knew that this wasn't a prank. Harry never pulled any
pranks without Ron. The two friends clasped on the floor, not speaking, in to
much disbelief to even cry. That is how Sirius found them. He too, it
seemed had gotten a note and was as white as parchment.
"Dumbledore," he said and they nodded. They numbly walked to the headmaster's office.
"Licorice Wands."
Dumbledore no longer got surprised with people bursting into his office at all hours.
"What's wrong with Harry?" He asked.
"How did you know it was Harry?" Ron asked.
"Well you are his best friends and godfather I would think that he would be with you. Now what is wrong?"
They said nothing and just handed him the notes they had gotten from Harry. Dumbledore's eyes seemed to get wider with each note. "He's gone after him."
He whispered.
"What do you mean Professor?" Hermione asked, looking scared.
"Harry must have gone after Voldemort."
No one could say anything. A large owl came swooping into the room. Dumbledore quickly read it and any sparkle that was left in his eyes was completely gone now.
"The mayor of Hogsmeade has informed me that there was a bright green light coming from the Shrieking Shack this morning." The four looked at each other and then all ran to the door at the same time. They had to know. They approached the Whomping Willow, Sirius tapped the not and they headed down the secret passageway wondering what they would find at the end of the tunnel.
Lily screamed. She had been sitting down to breakfast thinking about writing Harry when Hedwig had come into the room. She had started the letter with a smile on her face and now she was screaming. Remus, who had just moved in because he couldn't afford to live anywhere else, came running into the room. James was with Arthur Weasley at the ministry of magic. Lily handed him the note and he went pale.
"We need to get this to James." They apperated to the office. James looked happy to see his wife.
"Hey Lils, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit to?"
She handed him the note. He let out a shout of astonishment. Everyone in
the room stared at him. But he was far from caring. He immediately
disaperated to Hogsmeade with Lily and Remus not far behind. They got up
to the castle just in time to see Ron disappear under the whomping willow.
The group followed the same route. About halfway to the shack they heard
a cry of anguish. They sprinted down to the entrance. The house was in a
wreck. They looked around and saw blood all over the place. There was a
definite sign of trouble all around. The floors were scratched up, the
furniture over turned, and the windows all broken. Hermione was on the
crumpled on the floor holding a broken pair of glasses, crying. Ron was
standing looking as though he didn't want to believe what was going on.
Sirius sank into a chair looking at the remains of his godson, feeling as
though he was going to throw up. Lily quickly turned away from the sight,
not wanting to see what was there she was leaning on James, who was
throwing up and crying. Remus silently cried for Harry. Dumbledore looked
around at the group of heart-broken people and swore to himself that he
would get revenge.
Harry stared up at the huge castle before him. Even bigger then Hogwarts! 'So this is Gryffindor Castle,' he thought to himself. Ariel popped up behind him. "I'll give you the grand tour," she said smiling. It took four and a half hours to show Harry the main parts of the castle. All through the halls the paintings welcomed him and the house-elves were beside themselves. It had been years since any humans had been in the castle other then Ariel. After they ate a fantastic dinner, made by the elves, Ariel glanced down at her watch and gasped.
"Harry I have to go, Sirius will be needing me for moral support!"
"Why?"
Ariel looked annoyed, "You died remember?"
"Oh yeah," it had just struck Harry that his friends and family thought he was dead.
"Now well I am gone I want you to go settled. Tomorrow we will begin our research and training." She was gone with a 'pop'.
Hermione was sitting in the head student's common room with Ron and
Sarah looking at her engagement ring. Well more then anything she was
glaring at it. The funeral for Harry was to be in a week. She felt a rush of
anger towards Harry. How could he go after Voldemort when they had been
so happy? They could have won the Quidditch World Cup! The end of the
year prank would have been hilarious and their wedding beautiful. Harry's
last words were repeated over and over again in her mind. 'Remember I will
never truly be gone, as long as you still love me in return.' These words
haunted her. What had he meant? Of course he was gone! She would
never see him again. But there was a tiny voice in her head the doubted it.
There were no remains of Harry, just blood. She should have felt something
when Harry died for Harry was her true love. Then it occurred to her, "Ron!"
Ron looked startled for a second at the sudden outburst from Hermione. She had barely spoken since they had left the shrieking shack.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Did you feel any pain this morning or last night? I mean not real pain, but mental pain? Like you did when Voldemort tortured Harry?"
Ron had a confused look on his face. "No, I didn't feel any thing! A couple days ago Harry stopped letting me feel his emotions." Ron's eyes got wide. "You don't think.no he can't be.I mean the shack was a mess.is he alive?"
"Ron if he was dead you should have felt his pain, even if he blocked out you out. You can't ever truly undo the spell the two of you preformed. No matter what you would still feel any major pain coming from Harry!"
James was looking around Harry's bedroom. There were the pictures of
Harry, smiling and having fun with his friends. It pained James that Harry
really hadn't had any friends before he was eleven! That was eleven years
without a single person that his son could rely on. It was amazing the way
he had made it through all that he had. Remus came into the room and
watched as his friend practically broke down in tears.
"James," he said softly, "the funeral will be in an hour." James simply
nodded and left the room to get ready. Remus sighed. James had not
cracked a single smile since the day Harry had died. Nor had he pulled any
pranks, laughed, or even look as though he was about to laugh. James' life
was entirely centered around the death of his son. Lily wasn't doing much
better. She was in complete denial. You could often hear her going on about
how well Harry was doing in school and how much fun they would have when
he came home. Remus looked around the room, sighed and left to go to the
funeral.
There was an amazing amount of people at the funeral. Everyone wanted to
pay their respects to the Boy Who Lived. There were a lot of speeches. Lily,
James, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Dumbledore, and then Ron.
"Harry Potter was my best friend. When I first met him he had nothing but gold in a Gringotts bank. Even though he had no love or friendship growing up he was always generous and gave whatever he could to the good of others. Harry also was brave. We had many adventures together at Hogwarts and whenever any of his friends were in trouble he was their right away to save us. Harry Potter was a true friend and a true Gryffindor."
At this point Ron's voice broke and he could say no more. The rest of the
service pasted with a blur. Everyone was crying at the great tragedy.
Hermione, who was supposed to make a speech couldn't even get herself to
stand up and walk up to the podium. Afterwards, sitting the empty
Gryffindor common room Hermione was thinking over Ron's words.
"Harry was a true friend and a true Gryffindor." That was it! That is why
Harry had to leave, why everybody had to think that he was dead! Harry
was the heir of Gryffindor.
Harry was sitting in the massive library at Gryffindor Castle, studying. He
couldn't help but think about how much Hermione would love this library.
There were tons of books! He missed his friends and family a lot over the
last month at the castle. He wondered if they had forgotten him, or if they
had gotten over his 'death' yet. He heard a bell ring through the air. 'Ugg,'
he thought to himself time for another training session with Ariel. Training
sessions were always in the after noon and they took a lot out of Harry. With
Ariel he practiced all the muggle forms of fighting, swords, martial arts,
boxing, ect. He made his way to the training room wondering what it would
look like today. Everyday it was set up a different way, depending on the
training that they would be doing that day. Today, Harry was surprised to
see many sofas, chairs, and a roaring fire. Ariel was sitting in a large
armchair close to the fire, and was motioning for Harry to come sit in the
chair beside her. He and Ariel had become good friends in the last month.
Though she was instance in Harry's training she was always kind, and easy
to talk to.
"Today we are going to plan your return," she said smiling. Harry couldn't believe his ears. She wanted him to return, already? "But are you sure that I am ready?" Harry asked her worried.
"Of course I am! I wouldn't be having this conversation with you if I didn't know you were! I have never seen one of my students make as much progress as you have in the last month."
"So you think that I am the true heir? Not just another fake?" There had been many students who Ariel had thought were the real heir of Gryffindor. But now she knew that it was the Potter line all along that held the power of Gryffindor.
"And what about my father?" Harry asked.
"When he 'died' he gave all the power of your family to you. The power is stronger if only one person has it, not father and son. Also you have your emotions, which double your power."
Ariel had also taught Harry how to control his feelings and use them to help him. That of all the training had taken the most amount of time. "So this is how we are going to do it."
Sirius sat in his office completely miserable. It had been a month since his godson had died and he still couldn't get it through his head that Harry was gone.
He was still deep in thought when he heard a knock on his door. 'Why would someone come to my office after class?' He wondered to himself as he opened the door.
"James, what are you doing here?" He asked looking at the man in front of him. That same man burst out laughing. 'He has finally lost it,' Sirius thought as he led the man into his office.
"Sirius, really you would think after knowing the two of us for so long that you could at least tell us apart! Look at my eyes, do you really think that I am Prongs?"
Sirius eyes got wide, and then he fainted.
Harry sighed, "Enervate."
Sirius looked up at the godson he thought was dead.
"Harry what are you doing here? You are supposed to be dead!"
"Supposed to be, now come with me I need to tell Dumbledore but I didn't know the password."
Sirius numbly followed his godson. He was in so much shock that he couldn't say anything, just follow. They reached Dumbledore's office. "The boy who lived," Sirius said. Harry raised his eyebrows the password was him! When the reached the top of the staircase they heard voices inside it sounded like Ron and Hermione were in there talking to Professor Dumbledore. Harry held Sirius back for a second. He took down the wall that he had so carefully put up before. 'Ron! Are you making a move on my fiancé in there?'
Dumbledore and Hermione were quite shocked when Ron went rigid. They were about to ask him what was wrong, but then Harry came bursting into the office.
"HARRY!' Hermione cried out as she ran over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Dumbledore didn't say anything but pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
"Mr. Potter I am assuming, and please correct me if I am wrong, that you have a good reason for being here and alive." Dumbledore finally spoke after a awkward silence. "And I think it would be easier if you just told us all at once, so please write your parents, they will be quite eager to here from you."
Harry nodded but did not reach for the quill. He wanted to show off what he had learned. He simply picked up his wand muttered a few words and there before them was a letter written to his parents. The group looked at him in amazement. Harry grinned and gave the letter to Hedwig who always seem to know when Harry needed her.
James was sitting on the couch in the living room deep in thought. It
had been a month since Harry had died, but he just couldn't get over it! How
could such a caring, wonderful, talented boy have something so awful done
to him? James wished that he had gone after Voldemort instead then maybe
Harry would be alive now. Hedwig flew into the room. Hedwig had been
flying in and out of the house randomly since Harry's death. James saw that
she had a letter this time. Curiosity got the better of him as he opened the
envelope. He almost fainted right on the spot when he saw the writing. It
had to be a joke! But somewhere in his heart he wanted to believe that it
was true. He wanted his son to be alive and healthy. Making his decision
James pulled out his wand ready to apperate to Hogsmeade when Lily came
into the room.
"And where are you going?" She asked him, looking angry that he was going to leave without her.
"Um, Dumbledore wanted to talk to me so I am going to Hogwarts!" James said thinking quickly. He didn't want to get Lily's hopes up just to have them crushed again. But Lily brightened. "I'll go with you! I haven't been to Hogwarts in awhile!"
James sighed. He couldn't tell Lily that she could not come or why he was really going.
"Ok then, let's go," he said wondering how he could shake his wife off when they got up to the castle.
When they had finally finished walking up the hill from Hogsmeade, James realized that it was lunch. "Lily, dear why don't you go ahead and eat lunch? You look famished! I will be right down to join you soon!"
Lily knew that James was up to something, but she also knew that he
wouldn't be telling her this unless it was important for him to go to
Dumbledore alone so she went into the great hall. James sighed with relief
and walked to the Headmasters office. However, before he could start
guessing the password Harry stepped out into the hallway. James couldn't
remember a time he was more happy to see his son. Even with all the times
he had been kidnapped, they had known that he might be alive. James had
truly thought that he had lost his son forever and here he was standing
before him beaming.
"Hey Dad, Snape doesn't know that I am alive yet, I am going to play a little trick on him in the dungeons, wanna come?" Harry asked with his normal look of happiness.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!!!! You just came back from the dead and you are already thinking of pranks to pull? Where the hell have you been? Everyone thought that you were dead and then all of a sudden you pop up from no where as if NOTHING has happened!"
Harry was taken aback, his father had barely ever yelled at him! He hung his head. "I'm sorry dad. I keep forgetting that everyone thought that I was dead for the last month. I have only been socializing with house-elves and one person for the last month, I wanted to do something fun!"
Though he was puzzled James smiled. "You really are my son then aren't you?"
"No, Sirius had a secret affair with mum," Harry said sarcastically. James rolled his eyes. After a minute off silence James finally said, "So are you going down to the dungeons or not?"
Harry grinned, "Of course!" Father and son walked together imagining the
face of Snape when they got down to the dungeon. When they arrived they
were pleased to see that there was a first year class of Slythrines entering
the room from lunch. (Many more parents were sending their children to
Hogwarts for schooling because they thought it would be safer, so the first
year classes were huge!) Harry whispered something into James' ear, James
laughed, nodded, and pulled out his wand. After a few, well chosen words,
Harry 'floated' into the dungeon. Snape looked up annoyed from his desk to
see who had bothered him and nearly fainted at the sight of Harry. James
had put the ghosting charm on Harry. It made him appear to be a ghost for
a half an hour. That half an hour would be spent getting payback on Snape.
Harry was slowly advancing on Snape, acting like a zombie. Snape was
backing away slowing from the Harry. All the first years in the room ran as
quickly as they could out of the room. Harry was having so much fun
taunting and making Snape regret every mean word he had ever said.
Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end. Albus Dumbledore
happened to be walking past the dungeons, when he heard James laughing
his head off. Being a naturally curious person Dumbledore found Harry and
Snape in the classroom, though James had tried to stop him.
"Mr. Potter! That is hardly what I think you should be doing right now!
There will be several people who wish to talk to you. 10 points from
Gryffindor, try more harmless pranks next time."
Harry hung his head. There was nothing worse then to have Dumbledore
disappointed in you. As he left the room he slowly turned back into his
normal self. This shocked Snape even more, and he fainted.
Harry was standing in the same room that he had been called into during the
Tri-wizard Tournament. But this time he was even more nervous. This time
he would be seeing his mother again. According to his father and Sirius,
Harry knew that his mother had not taken his 'death' well. He wondered how
she was going to take his 'rebirth'. What seemed like hours (though really
only a minute or so) Harry paced back and forth in the room. It was like a
prison that he could not escape. Finally, there was a knock on the door.
Harry stopped pacing croaked, "come in," and waited. The door seemed to
be taking it's time to open. His mother appeared in the doorway. When she
saw Harry she ran over to him and pulled him into a hug. She let go and
stared him hard in the face as though she was making sure that it really was
her son. But she did not ask him where he had been or why he had come
back. She simply took him over to a sofa by the fire and held him in her
eyes as though he was still a baby, crying. To anyone who happened to be
looking it would have seemed strange to see a woman trying to hold a
seventeen year old like a child, but to Harry it seemed the one thing that had
always been missing in his life until now.
The next week was a terrible time in both the wizard and the muggle
worlds. Voldemort, it seemed no longer was trying to kidnap Harry. No, now
it seemed that he was trying to take over the world again. Everyday there
were more sightings of the Dark Mark. Muggles simply thought that it was a
cult of people who choose random victims and shot fire-works in the sky.
But the wizard world knew better. Things were as bad if not worse then they
had been fifteen years ago before Harry had defeated Voldemort. Before at
least people had some idea of whom Voldemort was targeting but now he
just killed whomever he felt like, without warning. Every ministry official was
called off of his/her department of work to set of defenses of the world.
Hogwarts, it seemed was the only safe place in all of England. The Order of
the Phoenix (both of them) were working full force. All lessons had been
cancelled except DADA that was now taught several hours a day by all of the
staff. When not having defense lessons members of the Order were meeting
trying to figure out how to stop the attacks. All the graduated members
were staying at Hogwarts and helping them. Houses no longer mattered.
Everyone knew where every common room was and what the password
was. There were absolutely no fights between the houses because it felt as
though the whole school was just one house. A lot of pressure was put on
Harry, Ron, and Hermione because they were the head boys and head girl.
Finally after a stressful meeting with his parents (who where staying in the
castle) Harry made his decision.
"Mum, Dad I am the only person who can stop him, I have to get rid of him or he will take over the world."
Lily and James looked shocked.
"Harry you can't go! You just came back to us I will not lose you again!" Lily cried.
"You are only seventeen, Harry. You are a child, for once let the adults take care of things," James pleaded with his son. Harry however was not going to give in.
"I am not a child and you know that Dad! I have seen more then most adults ever see and I am going. I am sorry, and I love you both." Harry left the room before they could hold him back. He went to Ron and Hermione. They looked up at him when he entered the room. "You're going aren't you?" Hermione asked, though she knew the answer.
"I have to. But I wanted to tell you in person before I left this time." Harry said.
"We're coming with you," Ron said indignantly. Harry had honestly not
expected this at all. "Did you really think that we would let you go through
this alone you great prat?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded, agreeing with
Ron. It was no use trying to stop them from coming. They would follow him
no matter what he did or said. So he simply nodded towards the door and
they stood up to follow him. The trio went down to Hogsmeade and
apperated. They stood in a forest clearing and there in front of them was
Lord Voldemort.
**Authors Note- I know the part with Lily and Harry was cheesy, but you know, at the time I thought it was a good idea. Thank you everyone for reviewing. By the way, I am grounded right now and am not supposed to be on the internet at all.but I guess I just can't get away, so with this and my two other fics that I am currently writing, I am not so sure how often I can post, bu I will post as often as I can! ( **