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Chapter Two
De(ath)stiny

"Time Flies and draws us with it.
The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me"

- Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux -

When Harry next knew - really knew - what was happening he was standing in the Forbidden Forest surrounded by three gray Ghost like beings. It seemed as if the last moments since he had went out of Privet Drive Number 4 - whenever that had been - had been on autopilot. More or less, for he really could not remember anything. At all. As he realized that he was stared at, he blinked confused and looked at these ghosts more accurate. One he recognized immediately.

His formerly sparse hair was now thick and darker than before, actually he looked a few years younger and far happier than Harry remembered him too. It was Remus. Moony. But why was he dead? What had happened? Harry tried to remember anything, but there only was the sad memory of the lycanthrope blaming himself for the death of his godfather. Had he jumped after the old mud? If so, why was he an actual silhouette and not like Sirius who had to possess a drawing to actually appear to his godson?

The second shape he recognized looked exactly like him. He was as tall as Harry and his dark hair was ruffled wildly on top of his head. Meanwhile his eyes, which were not Harry's, twinkled happy behind a pair of glasses not much unlike his sons. Truly, in front of the confused teen stood his diseased father James Potter. As he realized this his brain was catching up with his surroundings, telling him who this beautiful being right in front of him, in between his father and the old wolf, was.

She looked young, far younger than he had seen her in pictures, but at the same time she still held the same age. Her once ruby red hair reached her collarbone and rested softly on top of her slender shoulders, almost like caressing clouds. Her once Emerald eyes seemed to glow brightly, even while in this ghostly form. Lily Potter. Beholding his mothers beauty a while longer he finally began to wondered where his diseased godfather was.

Had their plan worked?

And if so did the Goblins truly seal his godfather inside his hand?

Had they even been to the Goblins? He did not know.

So the young man did the only reasonable thing and took a look at his right hand, only to be even more confused by the tiny shiny black orb inside it. He did a double take at that, for the stone in his hand was actually inside his hand. It slowly but steadily got sucked into his pale hand, encircled by pitch blackness.

As gross as it looked it did not hurt, thankfully. Harry kept starring as the black stone, the Resurrection Stone - however he actually knew of that - sank deeper and deeper into his flesh until it finally vanished. The black circle still stayed, growing with every passing second until first his whole hand and later the whole of his arm was swallowed up in pitch black.

Then, only few seconds later, a black mist began to emanate around his arm, seemingly pulling the black color out whilst reforming into a ghost like being right next to the still confused boy. First were the legs, clad in the same suit as before his fall, then the torso, the arms and finally the head with a encouraging grin on the pale but handsome features. Sirius finally stood there, looking young and fit, just as Harry had imagined him to have looked like in his mid-twenties. Without Azkaban happening, of course. So it had worked, his godfather had been bounded into his wand-hand. Alas Harry could not remember beyond walking out of the home of his Aunt and Uncle.

So what had happened? Surely the old dog had to have an idea.

"You are so courageous."

Ripping him out of his thoughts was the beautiful voice of his mother. He could not speak in that moment. All he could do was stare at her form, drinking in her peaceful appearance and he could not help but think that he should stand there all day and stare at her and that would be enough. *

"You are near the goal", said James while a smile - proud but sad - graced his handsome features. His next words adding to the effect this had on the young man. "We are so very proud of you, son." Harry could have sworn that his heart swelled the triple amount it had when Sirius had told him the same. Tears were swelling in his eyes, but he would deny it all the same. To finally hear his very own parents tell him that they were proud of him was far better and far more touching than any of the words Mrs. Weasley had ever told him. No matter how much he had liked the women, nothing could compare to his own parents love. Nothing could have made him luckier.

"Now, if you could stop getting all touchy-feely for just a second I would like to explain a few things." The anticlimactic words of his godfather got his overflying thoughts to a crashing halt. Sadly the possessing ghost was right, Harry actually wanted to know what had happened in however long it had been since he had left for Gringotts, for he had a feeling it was far longer than he thought. Especially if he took into account that his height had increased by at least eight inches, which was not really possible to happen in the time he thought had passed. Which kind of was at least til September first, for he recognized his surroundings as the Forbidden Forest.

"Sirius!" Scolded Lily with a scowl on her face. Which, Harry thought, looked terrifying much like his own. But the old dog just grinned cheekily at her and brushed it of. Somehow Harry knew that, if Padfoot was to ever cross over to the other side she would be ready for vengeance. Terrifying Vengeance. The boy-who-lived shuddered slightly, gaining a knowing look from his father.

"Sorry, sorry." Was the murmured but still smiling reply, alas that smile was soon replaced with a serious expression. Turning to the young man he held dear Sirius focused his mind on the stuff that had been going on and replayed them with a grim scowl on his face before his inner eye. It would be awful to relay all of this to his godson, plus he had just under an hour to actually do it. So he began the tale, his gray eyes burning furious, which were soon matched by Lily's, James' and Remus' death glares.

"You remember how I came to you, possessing the picture you had drawn of me, planning to go to Gringotts and get me bounded into your hand. Probably cant remember anything after that, right?" A affirmative nod was all he needed.

"Well, after we left that horrid place and walked down a few streets you called the Knight Bus. Which I can not remember because I was out like a light at that time - but you told be afterward. We drove to the Leaky Cauldron, sneaked through with your cloak and went straight to Gringotts. There I finally awoke. You were already seated in one important looking office with one important looking Goblin at a desk in front of you. To make a long and unnecessary detailed story short: We got what we came for, I got bounded into your hand. Alas that was not the only surprise, for they had not been aware that you had never been mailed your monthly bills. So they went, took a look into all their notes of what was yours and came back, just to tell us that you had been robbed by the very people that should be your most trusted allies. Ron, Ginny, practically the whole Weasley Family, Hermione, Half your class, Dumbledore, The Order, the people in the Order, the Dursleys and many others had been paid by Dumbledore - out of your Family Vaults - to befriend you and 'take care' of you since your first year." Sirius could see the fuming Family of his godchild and that said teen was shocked, again.

"Luckily not all of them took the bait, like Hermione, Remus and the Weasley Twins. So they were... subdued to take it by the old roasted chicken himself, as the Goblins found out. They were furious too, promised to help you in every regard. So we left, fuming, plotting, marauding. Sadly there had been a shift in the positioned Guards and so we were caught by Mad-Eye himself. Luckily the bounding was not plot able, as the Goblins had helped - yes we did take the gray Ritual, not the light one, for my Family Magic could sadly not take that. Sadly I could not contact you until now, as this bond requires both of us to be aware of the other. Luckily I was able to intervene a few times. So what happened next... Practically in your sixth year Draco Malfoy was forced by old Moldy-Shorts to find a way to kill off Dumbledore - good part on them, they actually made that work thanks to Snivellus."

At the comical expressions on his friends faces he nodded sagely and affirmed their questioning gaze. "Yup, the ol' Bat actually Avadaed the old goat right out of the Astronomy Tower. Had hoped there would be much more blood, but the ancient chicken looked quiet peaceful squashed flat to the surface of earth."

The Animagus had a bloodthirsty grin on his face, not caring if his friends thought him mad. He was pissed at the old bastard for what he did to Harry, himself and enough other people so he could no longer count them on fingers and toes combined.

"You were up there because the goat wanted to hunt down a piece of forbidden dark magic with you, nearly succeeded too if it had not been for my blessed brother Regulus. He had been to that old cave with the Inferi inside, died there too. I saw his body, nearly unrecognizable after all this time."

After a few months of shock he had come to terms with that and had made his own conclusions about his late brother, which later got confirmed by the Golden Trio in their search for more Horcruxes. He sighed and got back on track, there was less and less time to tell his godchild about his final destination.

"Alas, that was not the last. That whole farce was through the whole of your sixth School Year. I shall tell you more once we have enough time. So Dumbles died, Snape left Hogwarts. Then was the Summer. Battle of the Seven Potters. Bill and Fleur's Wedding. Ministry Overtaken. Burrow under attack. You escaping. Then you were forced to go hunting for Horcruxes of Voldemort" - something in Harry's mind clicked and he knew what and where they were - "all under a spell to create a mindless pupped like Hermione, Remus and a lot of others. Sadly there was a spell, a backup plan so to speak, placed upon those who had successfully fought off the first spell. The Puppeteers Sonata, if I remember correctly. Ancient piece of Musical Magic, very powerful and nearly unbreakable if not for a strong mind, will and magic. Yes. Some had fought the spell off. Remus per example, with the help of his Werewolf."

- A confirming nod from the shape was a response to that -

"Sadly that backup spell rendered that useless and so many of us - me included - sought out the next best danger recklessly and got ourselves killed. Effectively got ourselves killed. Fred, Moony, Tonks, even Snivellus if you believe it. The others were not so lucky, they still are under the Sonata - even Ronald, for he too saw the errors of his ways some days after I got myself killed. Sadly they shall stay so, for somehow old Bumble-Whore found a way to make that damn song nearly permanent."

He could see the shock in his godsons eyes turning into cold, burning anger and hate.

"Baddest news, Harry: You too were under the Sonata, but I fought it for the past two years so you slowly got to reclaim your body and mind as your own. Just like I promised I would. Just like I did at the Battle of the Seven Potters, where most of your nearest friends polyjuiced themselves as you. Alas, thanks to Hedwig - someone bless her soul for attacking that Death Eater - you were found out as the real Harry. Their boss attacked you directly, fired of an Avada Curse and you were not about to make a move, so I jumped in and took control of your wand-hand, where I resided and smashed an Expelliarmus into the Death Curse." He took a long, unnecessary breath, realizing he was bumbling.

"Sorry. Not much time left, better get moving."

He told the poor boy, floating forward while his front still faced his godson. So the young man followed him, just like the other silhouettes floated with the possessing specter. "The whole of your seventh Year was spent hunting the dark fragments connected to most old objects, like Salazar Slytherin's Locked. You acquired all of them, got all of them destroyed and then this right here happened. The Battle of Hogwarts, where the last fragment had resided for over thirty years. That one actually got destroyed by Crabbe and his Fiendfyre, which he had no control over. Sadly there were many mindless victims."

The next words of Sirius made Harry's Blood run cold.

"While others fought bravely, losing their lives you were subdued by that wretched song and made to search for Voldemort - or actually his snake Nagini, which is the newest Horcrux. You found them at the boat house by the lake. Snievellus was there too and he got killed by Moldy for the last part of the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand. Sadly his death was in vain, for he was not the one who held the allegiance of the wand. You are, Harry, for you beat the one who had beaten it's original holder. Dumbles was killed by Snape, but was disarmed by Draco Malfoy who in turn got disarmed by you at the Malfoy residence this year."

Sirius could see that his teenage charge had begun to remember his trance like time under the Sonata and thus everything else that had happened up to this point and was trying to connect the dots. Poor guy, his head was swarming with information, but he now knew that it was inevitable to leave for Voldemort, jut as the snake had asked.

As they crept forward, Sirius silent for the first time in minutes, Harry tried to sort his mind, his head and heart felt heavy with thoughts and emotion. It was a wonder he kept on walking. But he knew it was his decision, not only the influence of that life changing song.

"Will you stay with me?" He asked, almost child like, and they nodded, promising to stay till the very end. He did not feel the coldness of the Dementors as they were creeping by, the shapes were like Patronuses for him, protecting what was most precious. He realized he was still under the Invisibility Cloak of his Family and tugged it tighter around his frame.

Neither he, nor Sirius, knew exactly were the old snake was hiding, but at some point his dog-father smiled apologetic and fused back with his hand, leaving only pale skin to look at. But the young man knew his parental figure was still there, for he felt his presence all over him, surrounding him with goof, strength and protection. He and the others were the reason he could step forward and walk into his end until his body moved on it's own, with him as a passenger. Somehow he knew that this was the backup spell handling his body, steering it to his demise.

Until there was a dull blow and a noise, making his body stop in it's tracks as it would have done had he still held control. The shapes by his side too stood still.

"Someone is there", came a rough whisper from nearby, "He's got a invisibility cloak, could that be Potter?" Two forms crept nearer in the dark until their wand's flared with a silent Lumos. They were Yaxley and Dolohov, starring into the darkness where he, his parents and Remus stood. Luckily they could not see a thing. "Seriously, I heard something", whispered Yaxley, "an animal, maybe?" The answer was a low hissed insult to Hagrid and his love for animals from Dolohov. Then Yaxley took a look at his magical watch and grumbled out: "It's nearly time, Potter had an hour."

"The Dark Lord won't like it and he was sure the boy would come." Which came from the dark haired and bearded male.

"Let us head back and hear what our Lord has planned." Was the others offering, so they headed back to where they came from and Harry's body silently followed them, he knew they would lead him where he had to go. Just a few minutes later and they reached the clearing where the Acromantula Aragog had once resided. His descendants had been chased out by the Death Eaters to fight in the war. In the middle of said cobweb covered clearing blazed a fire, flickering with every breath of the wind, throwing dancing shadows on the recent occupants.

Death Eaters, as far as the eye could reach in this dimly lit place. Some of them still were hooded, while others showed off their faces. Harry made out two giants hovering in the distance, the Werewolf Fenrir Greyback and the Malfoys, who looked spooked and hollow. All of their gazes never left the snake faced Dark Lord, who stood with a inclined head and his hands holding the Elder Wand, as if in prayer. His snake Familiar, curled around herself, hovered behind him, protected by a magical cage which seemed oddly like a halo. The-boy-who-lived stood there, at the edge of the clearing, gaze sweeping over their heads, together with the ghost like beings that followed him.

As Dolohov and Yaxley joined their little cult, reporting to their Master. But Voldemort seemed to ignore them, for his red gaze raised upwards to look past them and Harry had the feeling as if the old snake knew where he was. As Bellatrix tried to speak - probably to reassure him that she was here and would bring the boy to her master like a good little dog - he lifted a cold, marble hand to bid her silence.

"You are mistaken." Was his cold reply, apparently he had actually listened to the two fools in front of him, but his eyes were still fixated on the spot where Harry stood. "The boy will show himself."

And, as if it had awaited that comment, his body moved on it's own. His hands lifted the cloak and stuffed it under his robes together with his wand. For an agonizing moment the two of them just starred at each other, while the shocked audience around them took their time to realize that there truly stood the boy-who-lived in their middle. Only when Hagrid, who was bound by magically enhanced chains to restrain him, began to bellow for Harry to run did the other occupants of the clearing react.

The two Giants, who threw large shadows across the gathered, roared as the Death Eaters raised from their positions to surround the young man, screams were heard, gasps and even laughter. Hagrid was silenced quickly by a man who Harry recognized as Rowle, as the other Death Eaters went silent once more, when the boy did not react to their cat-calling.

Meanwhile the boy himself stood there, he wanted to grab his wand, which he felt pressed against his chest, pulsing with its owners heart. Sadly his body was on autopilot again, not doing a thing against the thread in front of him. His parents and Remus still stood by his side, and if it had not been for that strange occurrence shortly before his godfather had appeared he was sure his body would have lost the Resurrection Stone by now.

"Harry Potter", was the thing that ripped him out of his thoughts, "the boy-who-lived."

Seemed to be quiet fascinating for the Dork Lard that Harry's body had decided to appear directly in front of him, only separated by the fire in their middle. A thought forced it's way into Harry's mind, it was Ginny Weasley, her brilliant red hair, her bright brown eyes, her lips on his...
A shudder ran down his spine and Harry knew how wrong this was. She was more like a younger sister to him, like a Quidditch buddy than a girl he could fancy. Sure, she was beautiful, but Hermione and Luna were beautiful too - so that was not saying anything. At the edge of his perception he observed Voldemort lifting his wand and he had the urge to draw his own and defend himself, alas his body would not move. The old snakes head was tilted to the right, almost like that of a curious kitten which had spotted something really interesting.

So, as Voldemort's lips moved to form a spell, Harry did catch his eye and stared defiantly back, his emerald eyes flashing with the light of the death curse as it shot up to him.

Then there was nothingness.

* If anyone has not noticed, my native tongue is not English, so I had to translate that part of Harry and his Mom from the seventh Book in my native tongue. I just thought it would be a great scene to put in here, as there might or might not be much interaction between those two.

Puppeteers Sonata: Yes. Yes, I actually did that. It is by the way slightly altered. Deal with it. (Zelda, The Wind Waker)

~ HP ~ OZ~

Óla Chikoritas,

I was tempted to call this chapter 'Da Fuge?' :3
As you can see: I didn't. Probably better this way, this is a sirius Fanfiction after all :D
Hope you liked this chapter and are eager for the next. So that's one shitload there happening to ikle little Harrykins.
Firstly your (near) usual Dumbledore, Weasley and other Bashing as well as gray or dark Harry Story plot: Stealing from the boy-who-lived 's Family and keeping him under ones (Dumbledore's) thumb. And, yes, Dumbles succeeded, and, yes, the following School Years happened as cannon up until the point written above. I will probably come up with shit tons of Nicknames for Ol' Moldy, his Companions and the Ol' Goat. (I can already see it: The Death Kittens :3 Does sound good, nee? Kitty-Mort and the Death Kittens. Almost sounds like a Band :D) You are welcome to join the Nickname making ;) They will be used on occasion, when someone is pissed or just wants to ridicule the dark army, or rather any enemy, for example.

I soon will have my hands full with learning and keeping as-good-as-possible grades :)

Chapters will come out 1st and 15th of each Month, as long as I can keep it up and my Muses keep comming back to me :3

yours,
Berry