"Come on Harry," a voice muttered lightly. Harry's emerald green eyes slowly opened to see white around him. A familiar figure loomed over him. Something was handed to him, and he suddenly could see again.

"Kelsey? What-"He tried to say, his voice was scratchy and tired.

His friend leaned over and hugged him gently, brushing a hand thru his jet black locks.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry." She said, pulling him closer to him, trying to get comfort, as well as receive it. Harry gave her a confused look, and she sighed. "Think Harry, you know." And with that he was thrown back into his memories.

The sextuplets were 4 and half months old, and Harry had to leave them for the first time. Some stupid contract demanded that he come to Hogwarts to speak to the headmaster and prepare the rooms for his last year at Hogwarts. It was already mid January, so Harry had to cast low level notice-me-not charms on his stomach to keep anyone that didn't already know completely out of the loop.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." A voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw a strange man staring at him with something unfamiliar in his eyes. "I trust the trip was decent?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but who exactly are you?" Harry asked the man, barely suppressing a shiver that threatened to run down his spine.

"I am Lord De' Morte', the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Harry barely glanced back at the new professor after he quickly bid good bye to him. Something about that man wasn't right, and it was giving Harry the shivers.

He walked briskly u to Gryffindor tower and smiled at the familiar face of the fat lady.

"Harry, dear, you're back. Welcome home dear." The fat lady said with a smile, then frowned when she saw Harry's expression.

"I'll be back for my last year, but right now, I'm needed at home. I'm just here to pick up the last of the things I had hidden in the dorm." He said, his voice was quiet, as if trying to tell her that he couldn't talk freely to her right now. She subtly looked around saw a professor staring at Harry. She nodded to herself.

"Of course dear, go on in." She unlocked the door and watched as he only opened it enough for him to fit inside, before closing the door with a firm thud.

Harry repressed a smile at the familiar room in front of him. The ruby red chairs called to him, inviting him to sit in them and remember. He shook his head and tried to head up to the dorms, being extra careful not to trip up the way up the stairs.

As soon as his head peeked inside his old dorm room, he couldn't suppress a sigh of remembrance. His mind drifted to all the things that happened over the years in this specific room. He reached out and ran his hand over the dark wood and red hangings, before dropping to his knees and grabbing a small box that was hidden under his bed. He sat it on the floor and summoned his staff to him, before shrinking the box and sticking it in his pocket.

He briefly considered banishing the staff back to its place in his room, but decided against it as he felt his magic washing over him like a friend that keeps away the compulsion charms on the room that he was sure weren't here for anyone else.

Now that he had the box on him, he knew he had to find out what the idiot headmaster wanted with him. He slowly waddled to the statues of the gargoyles and smiled for them when they opened without a password.

"Headmaster." Harry said, lightly, repressing any feelings that he may have felt.

"Ah, my dear boy, so good to see you." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Next to him were Fred and George, looking guilty and Sirius and Remus looking dazed.

"What did you do?" Harry said slowly, trying to fight his anger from taking over.

"Not much, I'm afraid, my dear boy. Just a mild truth serum on a few people that I suspected knew where you were. I needed to be sure that you were safe, you see."

Harry tried to control his magic and forced it down, before re-summoning his staff that he had disillusioned and leaned against the outside of Dumbledore's office.

As soon as the staff touched his hand, he felt his power surge and give off a feeling of anger. A quick look from Fred and George calmed him down. It wasn't good for the babies if he was too angry.

"You will never touch my family again, Headmaster. I protect those important to me, so 'With my magic, I hereby swear, to be neutral in this war. I am not on the side of the darkness that may fail, or the side of the light that may prevail. I am on a side that will fight both sides if they threaten me, if not, I will not participate in this war. So it is said, so mote it be.'" And with that, Harry tapped his staff on the ground, breaking the effects of the potions in his friends and godparents. "I'm neutral, so I will come back next year, but if you try anything, I will not be afraid to get revenge, headmaster. Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, follow." And with that, he strode out of the room and castle quickly after.

He was so frustrated at the old goat, that if he even tried a spell, it would most likely hunt down the headmaster.

"Harry?" Fred questioned quietly. George nudged his twin in the arm. "We're fine Harry; he didn't get the location of the Manor, just that you lived in one, and a basic layout of the house. Relax ya?"

That just made Harry storm back inside the castle and cast an obliterate on the man, everything that had happened since he first questioned George, was wiped from his memories.

The problem, however, came when he was at the stairs, trying to get to the ground floor. Harry felt someone behind him, and suddenly, a pressure on his chest made him take a step back. He looked into dark blue eyes that were shining in delight, before falling. He tried to stop himself, and did the best he could to protect his children. So when he reached the bottom, it was all he could do to stay awake. Someone ran up to him, and lifted his head off the ground and onto his lap. Everything hurt. He turned to a flash of fiery red hair, before forcing out a few words. "Save them."

And with that, Harry Potter's, the Boy-Who-Lived, eyes closed and darkness descended on him.

The next time Harry woke up, it was forcibly done.

"Harry?" A voice called to him. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry."

And that was it, he faded back into the calming darkness again.

Harry forced himself up and was quickly pushed back down.

"What happened?" he asked. Kelsey looked into his eyes and he saw sadness. "No." he whispered.

Kelsey reached over and smoothed his hair out of his face.

"I'm so, so sorry Harry."