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. Thanks for the reviews everybody. Oh, and review again!
S/N: Okay, so onto Quirrell- I thought long and hard about a way to possibly get the back-story into the story, but I couldn't think of anyway that would allow it to be intergraded smoothly. So, instead, I'm just going to tell you now. As you can see from the last chapter, he didn't die. Harry had nothing to do with the Sorcerer's stone, instead Dumbledore came back from the Ministry, realizing it was a hoax of a letter, and confronted Quirrell; not before Voldemort dispossessed Quirrell, however. Quirrell didn't go down without a fight (plus he wanted to give getaway time for Voldemort), and he started throwing killing curses at Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers who came down to assist, and ended up being caught and thrown into Azkaban for life. Any more questions on the matter, feel free to ask.
Chapter 3: Friends and not
Just then there was a knock on the front door; Harry smirked, and went to answer it. After a few minutes, Remus and Sirius strolled out of the kitchen, and took a seat on one of the couches in the living room. Sirius watched intently as the four men conversed at the door in hushed tones. Their eyes were flicking over to Sirius every so often, which clearly meant they were talking about him. They were all very tall, he noted. For the first time since meeting his godson, Sirius took a good look at Harry.
He was a tall man—a little taller than Sirius himself was—with creamy white skin, and shoulder length jet-black hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He had piercing emerald green eyes that were just like his mother, Lily's. The lightning bolt-shaped scar, which Sirius had seen etched into his forehead before he went after Pettigrew, was a milky white color, blended into his natural skin tone almost unnoticeably. He wore glasses just like his father, which were small and thin. As good looking as James had ever been, Harry had a regal swagger, which called out for everyone to respect him.
Finally, the three men looked over at Sirius and nodded. Sirius let out a breath he was holding, and after grabbing a few glasses and a bottle of mead, they made their way over to the living room. Sirius stood up to introduce himself. "Hello, I guess you know who I am, the infamous Black of Azkaban." He said with a small smile.
The men laughed and shook his hand. The first was a tall, very good-looking, brown haired man, with gray eyes. This man reminded him of Remus; or, rather, the Remus of their group. "I'm Cedric Diggory, nice to meet you Sirius."
The next man was not as good-looking as Cedric, yet held himself as if he were. That wasn't to say he was ugly, he just had a more rugged look to himself. He had dark hair, thick eyebrows, and a hooked long nose. "Victor Krum" he said with thick Bulgarian accent.
The last man was tall, and just as good-looking as Cedric and Harry. He had short black hair, and hazel eyes. "Roger Davies, pleasure's all mine."
After the introductions all the men sat down and had a glass of mead. Remus told stories about how the girls all swooned after Roger, Cedric, and Harry. These three reminded Sirius of Remus, James, and himself so much, that it was uncanny. They were good looking, young, and the best of friends. The conversation soon expanded and moved into Harry's plan to turn the building into an all wizarding complex.
"The building has not a single muggle in it as of right now. It over looks Diagon Alley, its perfect." All the men nodded and agreed. "So any one of you wants in?"
Cedric thought about it and agreed he'd help buy the building. Sirius instantly knew these men were well off. By no means were they scraping money up to live. They all wore the best of robes, and fine jewelry. Thinking back to what Remus told him '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 understood that all these men ventured into the business world.
There was a pause in conversation, as each lost themselves in their own thoughts. That was, until, Victor was the one to break the silence with a question that had been on everyone's but Sirius' mind. "So Harry, ven are you going to ask her?"
Harry grinned. "I'm going over to her parents house for dinner tomorrow night. I'm going to ask permission from her father, and then I'll ask her on Sunday. Here take a look at this." He took out his wand and gave it a flick. A few seconds passed by then a wooden box came sailing to him. He hissed a password to open the box.
Sirius was shocked to hear him speak parseltongue. "You're a bloody Parselmouth?" He gasped, his eyes wide.
Harry nodded and everyone laughed at his godfather's face. "This is the ring I'm going to give her." He showed it to everyone. It was a beautiful golden ring with an emerald rock set in it. The stone had a shield with a P in the middle of it, symbolizing the Potter name. Everyone gazed at it, clearly impressed with its beauty. "Cost quite a bundle of gold but it was worth it."
Roger drew his attention away from the ring, and asked, "So when do we get to see the manor?"
Harry rolled his eyes, having heard this question a hundred times before. "On my wedding day. It's beautiful though; all of you will like it. Four years of my hard work, only with Zeali for help. It better be beautiful." He scoffed, not wanting to let himself down.
The flames erupted in green again, and out came a tall, bald black man, with a hoop earring. He looked around at everyone's faces, smiling. When he came upon Black's face, however, he scowled, and had his wand out before anyone knew it. "Harry, what in Merlin's name are you doing? This is Black, and you're sitting down with him having a glass of mead like he's an everyday person!"
Harry got up and stepped in front of the man's wand, pushing it away. "You're late, what took you so long?" He questioned, hoping to break the tension. "He's innocent Shack. Put the wand down, and have a glass with us like you were going to."
Shacklebolt sighed, and pocketed his wand. They both sat and Sirius explained his story to the auror, relaying all that had happened. After finding out the details and Harry's nod of approval, he finally let down his guard. "No one can lie to you, Harry, so the infamous Black is Innocent?" At Sirius nod, he smiled somberly. "I'm sorry, losing years of your life to Azkaban is hard to live with. So what have you prats been talking about?"
After telling Kingsley all that had happened, the man asked the million galleon question. "So who's going to be your best man?"
Everyone was at the edge of the seats when Harry answered. "I love you all like brothers, you know that, right?" He said, diplomatically. He knew they wouldn't be too hurt if he didn't pick them, but still, they were his friends and he didn't want to sound too rude.
Remus laughed at that. "Coward! Just come out with it already."
Harry smiled and answered. "Cedric."
"I named my first born after you! And you can't even have me as your best man?" Roger scowled playfully at Harry.
They all laughed. "Get off of it, Roger. Harmony is the name of Lisa's grandmother. That's the reason you named her that." Cedric corrected, not letting Roger talk Harry out it.
In unison, they all threw a bag of galleons at Remus. The werewolf looked at the bags and grinned madly. "Ah, the beauty of gambling."
"You had a bet?" Sirius asked, confusedly. He needed to learn more about these people because, as it was, he was lost in almost everything they said. He would have time, he knew, since Harry was a hitwizard and Shacklebolt an auror, and they were both in charge of the hunt for him, they could throw the ministry off for an indefinite amount of time.
"Sure did," Kingsley answered. "We each took a name of who we thought would be best man. I took Roger, Roger took Victor, Victor took Remus, Remus took Cedric, and Cedric took me. Twenty-five galleons each to whoever was right. Well, as you just saw, Remus was right."
"Do you guys do this often?" Sirius questioned, glancing at them.
"Meet like this you mean?" Remus inquired, raising an eyebrow. Seeing Sirius' nod, he said, "Yeah, around once a week. We see each other more than that, but this is a tradition."
Sirius nodded, and rose from his seat tiredly, as the potion he had taken earlier in the afternoon began to take its effects. He yawned and bid everyone a goodnight; heading towards the room Harry had given him. Harry waited until he was out of earshot before he spoke. "I gave him a potion that will restore his powers, looks, and body to what it should be. I also laced it with a sleeping draught that will knock him out for thirty-six hours. I need him out of my hair for tomorrow."
"What's going on tomorrow?" Remus questioned, noticing the change of demeanor in Harry. For as long as the werewolf knew the wizard, Harry Potter had been a complex individual. He could mask his thoughts and feelings with the best of them, but sometimes it just became too much, and he showed them on his sleeve.
Harry had a gleam of fury in his eyes when he answered. "I'm going after the rat." He spat with contempt. "Kingsley, just make sure the Wizengamot is in by midday, understand?" Harry said, his hitwizard side coming out.
Hitwizards were, for all intents and purposes, the muscle of the Department of Magical Law enforcement, with the Aurors being the brains. During their training period, they intensively focused on defensive spells, attack spells and charms, and tracking; in comparison, training for aurors focused on stealth, concealment and disguise, as well as what hitwizards trained for—just not as indepthly. Aurors were the ones who found out who were the wizards that were breaking the law, and hitwizards tracked them and brought them in. In order for a hitwizard to pass their final training exam, they had to be able to face and fight off two or three aurors at once. An almost impossible task, it was the reason why there were so few hitwizards. In that aspect, hitwizards were more like soldiers, while aurors were policemen.
His auror partner just nodded in understanding. He asked if he had a plan but only got a smirk in reply. When they finished the bottle of mead, they all departed to their respective homes, leaving Harry alone in his living room, thinking about how to go about the capture of Peter Pettigrew.
Upon waking up in the morning, Harry put on royal blue robes, and grabbed his wand. He made himself a quick breakfast, and took a seat at the table, pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice. Hearing a tap on the window, he jogged over to it, allowed the prophet owl in, and paid for the paper. He walked back over to his breakfast, and opened up the front page. In big, black lettering was "Sirius Black's escape: Still no information". He gave out a hollow laugh, knowing that they would never find him as long as he was with Harry, especially now that Shacklebolt was feeding the Ministry false information. Like they'd ever think about looking in the great Harry Potter's house, he thought to himself with a grin. Cleaning up his dishes, and cracking his neck, he apparated out of his loft, and to the burrow, the Weasley house located in south Scotland.
He had been here only once before to finish off the deal with Fred and George, and that was five years ago, although he did know the area due to Cedric's parents living so close. Knocking on the tattered front door, his plan ran through his mind again: get in, get him, get out; it was simple. A surprised Ginny was the one who answered the door; she smiled at the sight of Harry Potter. "Hello Harry, what do we owe this visit for?" She asked, sweetly. She had had a crush on him for the longest time, but nothing ever came about, as he never noticed her in Hogwarts.
"Hey Ginny, can I talk to Ron for a second?" She nodded and invited him in. He walked into the shabby home, and shivered as he saw Ron sitting at the table with egg hanging out of his mouth.
"Potter, come here to congratulate me on captaincy? Or maybe ask me for a position?" An overly proud Ron Weasley asked, stuffing more eggs into his mouth.
"Congratulations Ron," Harry said, inwardly rolling his eyes. Even after all this time, for Harry had not seen Ron since their time in Hogwarts four years ago, he was exactly the same. "But I was wondering if I could take a look at that rat of yours?" Harry asked, trying to be as truthful as he could. He knew it would sound weird, wanting to see a rat and all, but he felt it was the best option.
Ron furrowed his brow in thought. "Scabbers? Why would you want to see him?"
"Please Ron," Harry sighed. He couldn't tell Ron why, since the rat might hear and run away. "I'll tell you after I take a look at him."
Ron was confused but abided non-the less. He came down the stairs a few moments later with a squirming brown rat in his hands. "He's been getting awfully thin lately, loosing hair, too." Ron said, handing the rat over to Harry. The rat squirmed even more in his hands, biting and scratching, trying to get free.
The idiot is still here, Harry laughed in his mind. There was a small part of him that had thought Pettigrew would have ran the second Sirius' escape was announced. Luckily, however, the rat thought he was safe for the time being, for there he was, in Harry's hands. Harry examined him for a few moments then smiled as he saw one of his fingers missing. He took out his wand and muttered stupefy, watching as the red light hit the rat, and it went limp. "Hey, what did you do that for?" Ron sneered, furiously.
Harry scowled at Ron but did not answer, instead focusing his attention on the rat. He pointed his wand at Pettigrew and muttered an unknown spell, and as a result, a flash of blue-white light erupted from Harry's wand. For a moment the rat was frozen in mid-air, dangling above the floor. Ron was too shocked to even move, let along defend his rat, so he just stood there, stupidly. It was like watching a speeded film of a growing tree. Limbs were sprouting, and a head was shooting upwards. Harry heard Ginny and Ron gasp at the sight of a fat, bald, mangled wizard.
Looking over at the two red heads, Harry elaborated. "This thing," He sneered pointing at the wizard. "Is Peter Pettigrew: the man who betrayed my parents to Lord Voldemort. Sirius Black is innocent of all crimes, and all blame rests solely on Pettigrew. Now I'm sorry Ron, but your rat is gone, and heading to Azkaban." He flicked his wand at the wizard and watched as the unconscious man rose in the air. He walked with the levitated man to the door, but paused and gazed back to the Weasleys. "Make sure to give my greetings to your parents." Harry said before exiting the house. "That was easier than I thought it would be," he mumbled to himself. Once he was outside he picked up a stone, turned it into a portkey, and went to the ministry.
Kingsley Shackelbolt arrived in at work that same morning and immediately called an emergency Wizengamot meeting. Being the head Auror, he alone had this privilege. He had all the confidence in the world that Harry would find Pettigrew in time for the meeting. After all, when it came to getting things down, Harry rarely took his time to dilly dally; he was lazy to be blunt, and he would rather get what he needed to do done quickly, so he could relax for the rest of the day.
The trained auror waited in courtroom ten as all members of the Wizengamot started to arrive, each muttering to their friends. The clock was just turning eleven a.m., which was the time in which he called the meeting. The only member's who had not arrived yet were the Chief Warlock, Albus Dumbledore, and the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones.
The rest of the attendants though, were not making Kingsley's life easy. The wizards and witches grew weary and impatient. "What is this all about Auror Kingsley? We have better things to do then be babysat by you." A toad like woman spat at Kingsley. Shackelbolt turned his back and rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with that wretched witch. He knew all the hassle he suffered would be worth it in the end, however. Finally, as if he needed saving, Bones and Dumbledore strolled in, completing the Wizengamot.
After taking their respective seats, Dumbledore called the session into order. "Auror Shackelbolt, you have called the Wizengamot into session. What is the reason for this?"
Just as the Auror was about to answer, the doors of the courtroom busted open, forcing them all to turn their attention to the back of the room. The court was shocked when they saw a smirking Harry Potter walk through the doors, all the while levitating an unconscious fat, balding wizard. There were gasps throughout the Wizengamot by the ones who recognized Peter Pettigrew. As the gaze of the Wizengamot rested on the traitorous wizard, Harry knew Sirius would be free.