Harry Potter and the Power of the Past
Disclaimer: All JKR's, not mine.
Summary: This is a complete AU- Harry Potter is a 21-year-old wizard, who's on top of the world. He's rich, in love, and loved by all, but his life is turned upside down as a spiral of events leads to the ultimate battle between good and evil. Can Harry lead the fight for the light, but yet manage to keep his life together?
A/N: I know, I know, another choppy chapter, but I had a lot written before I started it back up, so the first couple of chapters will be like this. So enjoy, and trust in me that it will get better. Oh, and review! Thank you for all the kind reviews from last chapter.
S/N: Here's a little background info- Tonks is twenty-six, Harry is twenty-one, Remus and Sirius are around forty-two/three. And at the bottom of the chapter, you'll see one of the many changes in my story. I'll explain it more next chapter in an author's note, because I don't want to spoil it now.
Chapter 2: Finding out about you
He arrived in an empty office, completely devoid of any furniture or windows. Remus and Harry were in the middle of the room talking, whispering amongst themselves. When Sirius arrived Remus had his wand on him in a matter of seconds. "Harry why would you bring this murderer with you!" the enraged lycan screamed.
"Remus, he's innocent, let him talk." at Harry's words the werewolf lowered his wand and looked pointedly at Black. After conveying his story, and showing the picture to Remus, they embraced each other like long lost brothers; both apologizing for thinking the worst of one another.
"Don't worry Sirius, we'll get him." Sirius nodded, and voiced a question that's been bugging him for quite a time.
"Harry, what is your form? I'm dying to know." Harry smiled and with a pop changed into a white Bengal tiger. Sirius marveled him; he was at a loss for words. The tiger was as white as the snow, with black and brown streaks scattered about. His brilliant green eyes, which stayed the same in either form Harry was in, contrasted against his white fur beautifully. His legs and body structure were ripe with muscles, and his paws were long and big, ending in curved claws. Overall, the form showed a majesty that not many animal species could muster. Harry changed back and laughed at the face of his godfather. "Harry, your form is..."
Remus slapped his friend on the back and finished the sentence for him. "Gorgeous?" Sirius grinned and nodded. Remus looked at his watch and then instinctively knew it was time. Harry took one of the vials out of his pocket and tossed it to the werewolf, who downed it, while the animagi turned into their respective animal. When the wolf was out, it immediately attacked the black dog. If Sirius wasn't in Azkaban for twenty years he could have held his own, but Harry had to detain the beast before he ripped the dog apart. It was a long night for all of them, and after Remus went to sleep, they both stayed by the side of his bed, curled up in their forms.
When Remus woke up the next morning, he noticed a large black dog, and a magnificent white tiger sleeping on the floor. They both awoke with a start and transformed back, as if they sensed Remus was up. Harry yawned reached into his pocket, took out a vial, and tossed it to the werewolf. With another yawn, he said goodbye to Remus, invited him over for dinner that night, and flooed home. Sirius bid his friend goodbye and followed his godson.
He stepped out of the fireplace and walked over to where Harry was sitting, nodding off into dreamland. Harry rose to his feet tiredly and beckoned Sirius to follow. When they arrived at a door, he opened it and showed his godfather a medium sized bedroom. "I hope this room's alright. There are some clothes in the drawers, and towels in the closet. I'm going to sleep, though, goodnight." With that Harry walked across the hall to his room, before he closed the door, however, he heard his godfather say thank you. With a nod, he shut himself in his room, and went to sleep.
Sirius awoke a few hours later feeling slightly refreshed. It was the first time in twenty years that he had gotten some sleep without a nightmare. After taking a nice long shower, and putting on some clothes, he walked out into the common room. Looking around, he couldn't find Harry, but saw the cabinet door opened. He peeked inside, and was startled that it was actually a room. Knocking on the outside, he heard a muffled come in. He strolled in on Harry leaning over a cauldron with a book open on his side, chucking an ingredient into the pot. He said nothing, not wanting to disturb his godson. "Hey Sirius, how are you?" Harry asked, still working on the potion.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, I didn't know where you were." Sirius replied while taking a good look around the room. He could tell it wasn't actually a room. The cabinet must be charmed on the inside or some sort, he thought to himself. One wall was lined with books about everything, ranging from transfiguration to arithmancy. On the other side rested potion ingredients, cauldrons, and magical artifacts. He was thrown out of his gazing when Harry called his name.
He watched as the man vialed the potion he was making, and allowed the rest to simmer. He then proceeded to walk out, with Sirius right on his heels, and closed the cabinet. Reopening the top part, the wizard placed all of the vials, except for one, in it.
Sirius gasped, impressed by the charm work done on the cabinet. Harry smiled and told him about it. "If I only open the top half of the doors, its just a regular muggle cabinet. I place all my finished potion vials, daggers, wand holsters, and wands in this part. If I open the whole door, it becomes a room in which I keep all my magic books, and the like in there. Keep your eyes open while in this flat, there are hidden rooms all over." He finished with a wink.
Harry then handed a vial of blue potion—which he had just made—to a curious Sirius. Noticing his godfather's curiosity, Harry explained what the potion was. "A nutritional potion of my own design. Drink it now, and then when you go to sleep tonight, your body will not wake up for thirty-six hours. You'll be as good as new when you do wake up, though."
Sirius guzzled the potion down, and then went to the kitchen to help Harry with dinner. While cooking, Sirius learned a lot about his godson. "Before Hogwarts, I lived with my mother's sister. She locked me in a cupboard, made me cook for them, and treated me like a bloody slave. After my first year, Ravenclaw, by the way, I never went back there. I used the gold in my vault, and rented out a room at the Leaky Cauldron for the summer holidays." Just then the fireplace roared with green flames, and out stumbled Remus, carrying a bottle of mead.
After pouring three glasses, Sirius asked for Harry to continue. "Well, in the beginning of the summer between my second and third year, I learned about the English quidditch team's tryouts. I went to tryout, not expecting to actually make it, but I surprised everyone there. I ended up making it as the reserve seeker, I guess, since I was young, they wanted to groom me to one-day take over. So I practiced, and the following summer, I caught a break. In the first match of the World Cup, the seeker, Henry Mason, was hit with a bludger. I had to substitute for him, and actually ended up catching the snitch rather quickly."
Remus entered the conversation at this point. "This, of course, was unheard of. I mean having a fourth year on the team was a miracle, but having that fourth year catching the snitch before a grown wizard was lunacy. I remember watching, Harry proved to be one of the best, only meeting his match in Viktor Krum."
Harry smiled thinking about his friend. "We made it all the way to the semifinals, and met Bulgaria. Viktor Krum, their seeker, was amazing that match. You know what Sirius, follow me."
Sirius followed Remus and Harry into what he thought was a small broom closet. He wasn't far off the truth, either. The closet was enlarged, and had quidditch posters of Harry, broomsticks, uniforms, and books all over the place. He was startled out his stupor by Harry's voice. "This, my dear godfather, is my quidditch room, or broom closet if you will." Harry said with a smile. "Come here, see the match with your own eyes." Sirius was soon led into a pensieve, and watched as a 14-year-old Harry flew around on a broom.
A half hour later, an amazed Sirius stepped out of the pensieve. To say he was shocked at what his godson could do on a broom would be an understatement. The feints Harry did were breathtaking. "After that match, Viktor and I became the best of friends. He ended up coming to Hogwarts a month later to compete in the Tri-wizard Tournament. He came in second, behind another best friend of mine, Cedric Diggory. They, along with Roger, are coming over tonight for a nightcap." After sniffing the air, Harry rushed out of the room mumbling something about burnt food, not noticing Sirius's face.
At Sirius hesitant expression, Remus spoke up. "Don't worry, my friend, those four are like brothers. If Harry trusts you, they'll believe you also." Sirius let out a breath he was holding. "Harry was the best man at Viktor's wedding a little over a year ago. He married Hermione Granger, a muggle born Gryffindor in Harry's year. Viktor in turn was the best man at Roger Davies' wedding. He married a Ravenclaw, also in Harry's year, named Lisa Turpin. They have a year old daughter named Harmony. Those four are so close, that since Harry was neither the godfather of Harmony which is Cedric, nor was he his best-man, Roger named her after him."
Sirius nodded at the information, but was bugged by a thought. "Remus, he was in Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor?"
Remus laughed at the confused expression of his best friend. "Harry's smarter than Lily, and more clever than James; Ravenclaw is the only house for him. Imagine if Lily and James combined: having James' natural talent, with Lily's will to apply herself, and that's what Harry is. In fact, Slytherin would have been my next guess of where he would have been put." At Sirius face he kept going. "Harry has a thirst for knowledge, for power. From third year and up, I had to teach him extra classes just to keep him occupied. During his Owls, Marchbanks fainted at some of the things he did. When she woke up, she told Dumbledore he did things with a wand she thought not possible. Dumbledore believes him to be the brightest student to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts."
Sirius stared at his werewolf friend in disbelieve. "He's that good, huh?"
Remus gave a shrug. "Got all out standings on his Owls and Newts. The summer before his seventh year he traveled across the world learning magic. He's good, but since he's still young he's no Dumbledore; if we were to duel him, we could give him a good fight. The only reason he works as a Hitwizard is because he only works one day a week, and gets paid a bundle. Harry's quite the businessman, you know, owns a few stores in Diagon Alley. The Potter fortune has tripled since he took it over."
"He lived alone at the Leaky Cauldron for the summer? That must have been rough." Sirius sighed, barking out the word rough, like it were 'ruff', as if he were in his animagus form.
"Yeah, but it wasn't too bad; Tom looked after him, and then in his later years I stopped by almost everyday." Remus shrugged, not even paying attention to Sirius' pun. Being friends with someone like Sirius for so long gets you used to things like that. "Dumbledore wasn't too thrilled with him living away from his aunt's house, but Harry knew about the Knight Bus, and threatened to run away if he had to go back to the Dursleys. Well, I guess Dumbledore would rather be on Harry's good side, because he allowed him to stay, but made sure there was always someone there looking out for him. I think that's actually why Harry's such a good wizard. He had all summer to work on his magic, unlike the other kids. And that's all he did; read books, worked on spells, and ate ice cream."
The two friends walked into the kitchen, and found Harry sitting at the table waiting for them. After apologizing, they both sat down, and started to eat. The conversation was light, until Sirius asked about the stores Harry owns.
"Well, I have a third ownership in Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George let me borrow the Marauder's map to learn the secret passages out of the castle into Hogsmeade, when I had no one to sign my permission slip. When they graduated I gave them a good amount of gold in gratitude. They ended up making me a partner. I also own Quality Quidditch Supplies with Viktor—funny story on how we got it, but that's for another time. Then I own a measly stake in the Owl Emporium with Cedric, Roger, and Viktor; but my share isn't even worth mentioning." Harry then looked around his flat, and to the window in the living room. "You know after I finish off my project, I'm thinking about turning this into an all wizarding loft complex. I mean there aren't any muggles living here as of now, and it overlooks Diagon alley."
Sirius looked confused for a second before asking Harry what his current project is. Remus was the one who answered. "Harry bought a piece of land after he graduated. Building a manor, the Potter Manor, all on his own. Refuses help from anyone. Says he wants a Potter's hand to build an ancestral home." Remus said while throwing Harry a dirty look.
Harry smiled. "You'll see it when Nymphadora and I get married."
"Nymphadora?" A curious Sirius asked.
"My girlfriend of three and a half years. I met her after we won the last world cup." He said happily. His face took on a serene look when that memory came to mind.
Remus and Harry were walking back to their campsite to get ready for the England's victory party. They, or rather Harry, had beaten Bulgaria 210-170. Harry had been moved to chaser, while Viktor was still seeker. Harry scored nine goals before Bulgaria had even scored one. By the time Viktor caught the snitch, they were too far behind to win.
He was just rounding a bend when he stumbled over a young woman. Remus started to laugh and continued on his way to the tent. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean too, please forgive me." The woman blustered out.
Harry waved it off, apologizing himself for being clumsy. After dusting off the dirt, he looked at the woman. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. She had spiky blood red hair, and royal blue eyes. Harry noticed her wearing an England jersey with Harry's number on it. When she finally noticed who it was she made fall, she squealed in excitement.
"You're Harry Potter!" She gushed, her eyes widening in amazement. "You were amazing tonight, big fan of yours, you're really cute." She blushed, and covered her mouth when she realized she said the last part out loud.
Harry was still staring at her, when she coughed to get his attention. He blushed also, and finally spoke. "Yes, I am Harry Potter, and thank you. I'm just glad we won. You're beautiful, and I can tell you're a fan since it is my jersey you have on." He then smiled, reached into his bag, and took out his real jersey. "It's not clean or anything, but you can wear this one for now on." The girl smiled and threw the jersey on. Harry laughed and introduced himself. "Well, can I have your name miss?" He discretely asked for miss to see if she was married or not.
"Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks. But if you ever call me Nymphadora I'll hex you into next week." She replied with a smile.
Harry shuddered at the thought. "Hey listen, there's a party for the team, I was wondering if you would like to…?"
Tonks blushed and finished his sentence. "Be your date?" Harry only nodded in response. "My pleasure"
After getting cleaned up Remus, Tonks, and Harry were off to the party. When they arrived, Remus went off on his on while Harry and Tonks had a conversation, getting to know each other. "So you're a metamorphmagus, huh?" Harry asked while taking a drink of butter beer.
Tonks only nodded in response. Harry pulled her into another room, so they could be alone. "Tonks, I was wondering. Can you turn into…" Before he finished the sentence Tonks slapped him, staring at him with hate. "What did you do that for?" Harry asked while rubbing his cheek.
She had tears in her eyes when she answered. "You're just like all the other guys, wanting to change me into their perfect woman. Well, I wont. I thought you might be different Harry Potter, but I guess I was wrong." She went to leave but was stopped when he grabbed her wrist.
Harry wiped away the tears falling from her eyes, and spoke in a soft voice. "I would never make you change into something you're not, Nymphie." He smiled at the nickname he made up for her. "I was simply asking you to turn into your natural form for a second. I wanted to see who you really were; never change you into something you're not. I promise that was all I wanted."
She stopped crying, wiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled at the English Chaser. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought you would ask me to do that. It's just that guys, well, guys ask me to change into the perfect girl with them. I was hurt, because I know its sudden, but there's something about you. Nymphie, I like that name."
Harry nodded. "I know the feeling, that's why I was going to ask you to see your real form. But I understand if you don't want to show me."
Before his eyes, the short red haired, blue-eyed woman changed into someone else. She was medium height, had long brown hair, and blue gray eyes. Harry's jaw dropped at her true beauty. He was speechless for a few seconds. Tonks laughed, and changed back. "Well, I better be going, I have a long day tomorrow."
Harry frowned but nodded nonetheless. "Oh, okay, maybe would you like to, I don't know, go on a date with me?" Tonks smiled and told him to owl her. She kissed him on the cheek, and apparated away. Harry went back to the party, but for the rest of the night kept his mind Tonks. Never expecting of what was to come. Never expecting to fall head over heels in love with the feisty Metamorphmagus.
He shook out of his thoughts and continued. "In fact, she just happens to be your first cousin, once removed. She's the daughter of Andromeda and Ted Tonks."
Sirius smiled and hit his godson on the back. "Andromeda was always my favorite cousin." So she did have a kid, Sirius thought to himself. His eyes flicked up to Remus, who was looking at him quizzically. "So, Moony, what subject do you teach?"
"What?" Remus questioned, taking a sip of his drink. "Oh," He muttered, gathering his wits. "Defense Against the Dark Arts. Have been for, what, nine years now?" He replied, looking at Harry. "Since Harry was in his second year at Hogwarts."
"He took over after Quirrell tried to steal the Sorcerer's stone. Although, at the time, the students didn't know just what it was he tried to steal. They still don't know, actually. I only know because Dumbledore told me one time during our sessions in my seventh year. " Harry laughed, remembering the stuttering wizard who used to teach defense, even when he was scared of his own shadow.
"Quirrell?" Sirius gasped. "You mean he taught at Hogwarts? I remember when he was being thrown into Azkaban. He was, surprisingly, unnerving; all he did was look blankly around, as if he didn't care he was in there."
"Well, he was a fine wizard, so perhaps he thought he would be able to escape sooner or later." Remus mused out loud, thinking that Quirrell's actions in Azkaban were a far cry from what he had heard about the wizard. "You know those Death Eaters, always thinking they're better than what they really are."
Sirius sighed. "The ones in Azkaban are the best of them, though. At least the main ones, that is."