I do not own Harry Potter and please read the rest of the Note from Chapter 1
Frequency Queen...- You will find out in this chapter.
Evergreen Sceptre...- It was Moony, who stopped him. The Wolf is more active within Remus now, thanks to Alexandre. Harry, as a phoenix along with Fawkes was still able to calm him down, by song because after all. Music soothes the savage beast.
As to laws and stuff...Harry despite everything is still technically dead. What can he do?
Shikamaru the Nerd, Tgobg...- whistles
Fibinaci...- I think Harry would stay together to be honest despite everything now. He has people whom he knows he can trust to back him up. He has people who believe in Harry for Harry and not for being the Boy who lived twice now.
Chapter 38
Memory
Albus was startled as the sensors for Magic against others went off loudly within Hogwarts. Recently added to let the teachers know what was happening during these troubled times, he immediately rushed out prepared to battle if necessary. The last few times it had gone off, Death Eaters had somehow managed to get into the school.
At the moment, he was glad that students were away as it was a holiday weekend. Means he and the other teachers would not have to worry about those who could get hurt.
Approaching where the alarms were coming from, the elderly wizard is stunned to find both Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely with dazed expressions on their features. Minerva having just caught up that time along with Madame Pomphrey ran diagnostic charms over both of them and frowned.
"What is it?"
"They've both been obliviated Albus." Poppy replied. "It is an exceptionally strong one to. I can try to restore the memories that were lost, but more then likely it would only hurt them even more." The nurse said reluctantly. "I'm sorry Albus, with an Obliviate spell this strong; there is nothing I can do to help them."
"Except to allow it to wear off in time, and hope that they still remember."
Nodding her head in agreement with his comment, the nurse gently guides his former students to the medical wing of Hogwarts. With Minerva beside her, they moved Ron and Hermione, who were starting to come around. The confusion on their faces evident, they proceeded with the standard questions when a person is cursed with a memory spell.
Walking back towards his office, Albus finds Severus waiting for him. The potions master was waiting for him with a tired and yet anxious expression on his features.
"Severus?"
"Tomorrow, Diagon Alley again, but this time he intends to kill." The potions master implied. "He is getting angrier by the day that he has not shown himself. He believes that in doing what he plans tomorrow it will force Potter out."
Giving a small sigh, he and Severus heads into his office, where he summons the order. Eventually as people start showing up to headquarters, Dumbledore finds himself startled as Remus appears once more. His phoenix on his shoulder now, the old headmaster reaches out tentatively, only to find a growl and a pulling away as his only response.
Visibly hurt by this once favored student's withdrawal, Dumbledore turned to the task at hand. As the other members greeted Remus, and looked at his newfound friend with admiration. The phoenix once again glittering with bright plumage, it's feathers burning slightly with a warm caressing fire alongside the wolf.
Something tells Albus, that despite the strength that Remus displayed before in driving him out. That the phoenix was now there, so that his former student and his beast would not have to... For once the old headmaster was ashamed of something he had done to someone he learned to value again.
Quiet in thought now, as more and more order members arrive at Hogwarts. Albus begins to recall when the small organization had begun to grow steadily...
People had flocked to the Order, because like the Potters as well as Sirius and the others had done. They knew that in what was to come, the Ministry and all their rules would be inefficient and sometimes downright too late to stop Voldemort from accomplishing what he set out the do.
It was why they had grown earlier.
Nowadays though, many joined and simply because they believed that the Order could protect them better then the Ministry. They had come and offered their simple services and spells to the best of their abilities. Even squibs had come and although they could not do any magic, for some it had made them ideal handlers for those who could not come as easily, when called.
With no magical aura to speak of to detect, many of the more basic and common wards did not react to their presence. So therefore many of the squibs were able to work as groundskeepers for the Death Eaters and their families. They were vital as to keeping track of where many of them came and went.
It was their only way since Harry's death...
"Albus?"
Confused for a moment as he is pulled away from his thoughts, the elderly man looks up to find Molly Weasely looking at him with concern. Her husband behind her, Albus smiles gently as this kind hearted woman had suffered more then most of the others here knew.
She had accepted Harry into her home and treated him as one of her own. She alongside with her family had gone many times to pick the youth up from the Dursleys. And would often rant for days to either him or her husband about how thin and sickly the youth looked. It was always Molly, who had stuffed him full of food daily, and made sure that the teenager would drink the potions that Severus would make to restore anything he had lost.
The latter being of which she had demanded the potions master make despite his dislike of the youth, to this day his ears ring sometimes at the memories of that infamous row between the Weasely matriarch and the Potions master. Out of habit, he looked to a seat that was next to a normal but still dazed Ron and Hermione. One that remains empty as if waiting for the person it was meant to be for.
Catching his gaze, upon the seat by her son, Molly understood and squeezed Albus's hand within her own. She herself felt that she shamed her family when she stood behind the law and condemned a boy to a death he did not deserve deep in her heart. It was a mother's instinct that warned her not to believe what was being told or said about him.
But yet, everything was against him! How could she not?
So many things she had done and made with him and her kids in the house. She had destroyed them all in her grief and misery over his guilt. A guilt that she believed so much in, with all that evidence, she could not consciously see him as anything but guilty of the murders.
Only to find she had nothing left to remember a boy who had needed her so much...who was discovered innocent and very much dead a year later. Molly had never really forgiven herself. Since that day she has not only lost two of her children to death, Ginny has gone to the death eaters willingly much to the older woman's shame.
Ron has distanced himself from the girl whom he and his magic have chosen for his wife.
Her other children were solemn and miserable. Bill had lost Fleur, because she had tried to tell them that something was wrong with this evidence. Her magic tingling all the time as he spoke the now eldest Weasely had scoffed causing a bitter fight between the couple.
Since then Bill has been miserable, because Fleur had left him and had not spoken to him since.
Percy was scarred and still working for the ministry, but after all that had been revealed it was he alone who worked with the Minister in hopes of keeping what is left of it pure and whole. Because of what he had finally realized it had taken him some time, but he had come back to the fold.
As to the survivor of the twins, he still ran their once shared joke shop, but now in secret he also provided weapons among other things that he invented to those who seek protection in places where they could no longer guarantee it.
The Wizarding world had become such a dark and dreary place, that Molly rarely went out anymore.
And it was all because she failed to believe in that instinct as a Mother in protecting her children. Taking her seat beside her husband she failed to notice the sadness and the pain of the phoenix looking at her from Remus's shoulder. The one whose own memories of this kind woman from his past assaulted him now, of both good and bad.
Pain fills his heart once again, and the crystal glows for a moment to keep him from revealing his presence to the world and the order. Harry had a lot of good memories involving these men and women. Many of which had proved very important to him growing up, as they had shaped him into what he believed and whom he could trust.
But that trial and everything...
To have those he loved with all his heart and soul believe he can do something so vile. It destroyed that trust he held for them. That trust he had given so desperately, so needing their understanding of things he did not.
It still hurts even to this day.
So he resisted the urge to shift, resisted the urge to greet these people and scream the anger and the pain at their betrayal. Instead he thought of the pretty blonde waiting for him with her sister at his family home. Gabrielle was not Ginny, but she was someone whom had carefully gotten into his heart.
Where Ginny had been in trouble often enough during those years in Hogwarts to push them together, Gabrielle had not. She had simply come to him on her own. Talking and treating him like anyone else, she had not treated him special as Ginny did at first, before she realized he hated it. She did not constantly fawn over him as many did from his school days.
The blonde simply treated him like a normal guy. And for that the Veela girl had earned her place in his heart, with her beauty, her kindness, and her emotional bursts of temper. When she disagreed with something he said, or point blank just seemed to rude to her or anyone they knew.
It had even led to Tonks teasing him about turning into Gomez Addams much to his embarrassment. Gabrielle had been confused at first, but after having it explained by both Harry and Tonks as a muggle show, she had giggled.
To tease Harry a little bit, she had spoken some French that was soft and husky to his ears. And admittedly Harry, was definitely wondering what she had said, for he had the urge to kiss her senseless as she spoke.
In fact he did a second later as he couldn't resist her bribery to tell him what she said in English for the price of such a kiss.
Yep...he was becoming like Gomez Addams...oh well. He and Morticia were happy. So will he and Gabrielle be as well.
But yet his mind drifts back to a certain red head from his past... his heart aches in pain. Remembering his conversation with Gabrielle, and his worry over not able to give his heart fully to her, the blonde had placed her fingers to his lips in a silent entreaty. This was when he was really truly beginning to realize he liked her very much...maybe even loved her.
"Harry do you love us the same way?"
Startled by this question, the black haired man had shaken his head, causing the blonde to smile with warmth.
"Then I am happy. I know it is too soon for you to give me your full heart all the way yet Harry. But she is your first love and you never forget those...I hope to be your last though if you will allow me...Oui?"
...She hopes to be his last. And she was starting to get her wish. Lately he has not thought about Ginny at all since Gabrielle has said those words to him. The Veela girl was making him forget, with her warmth, her laughter and her French words.
Grinning as he was with delight, it was at that moment, which someone chose to talk to Harry. His own voice musical and chirping with pleasure at Harry's happiness, Fawkes had decided to speak.
Surprised he could understand the notes, which Fawkes was telling him...Harry listened in confusion.
Speak with Luna Lovegood.
A note of confusion from his notes in response to Fawkes' statement, it was at that moment said blonde woman danced in. The others giving small groans of irritation, as she had never truly changed despite everything, Luna had spied him and Remus and smiled. Coming towards him and his adoptive wolf father of sorts, Luna placed a soft hand on his feathers and glided them down in a way that made him croon with delight.
She might be unusual most of the time, but Luna sometimes had an insight to things that no one else can see. "Such a pretty bird, Nimue must be proud." The blonde said with a dreamy voice. Drifting to the seat beside them, Harry just looked at her in shock, as Remus struggled not to be surprised as well.
"Luna?" Remus asked curiously. "What do you mean?"
"Hmmm?" Was the only answer they had received. Her expression somewhat blank as she seemed to be listening to something else, the wolf and his 'bonded' turn back to the meeting. Alert to the warnings of a pending attack sometime in Diagon Alley, the two men both make notes to ask the women in their lives to be careful.
As the meeting continued, the two silently communicated with each other to make plans of their own. If Voldemort wanted Harry to come out of hiding, then so be it.
So as the meeting ended, and the order members started to leave, Remus approached Luna with Harry on phoenix form still on his shoulder. Watching as she nodded her head and seem to be smiling at something, the young woman just took a hold of his arm and apperated with Harry along for the ride.
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Appearing twenty minutes or so later, as Luna had apperated all over the place as if to discourage followers or something else, the young woman finally let go in the middle of a field of heather in Scotland.
Dancing once again, she looked towards Harry despite his bird form and held out her hand. "Come Harry we must speak."
Somehow, Harry trusts this odd woman and indeed does so. Leaping off of Remus he shifts and lands lightly on his feet, cloaked once more, he takes the hand that is offered as Luna turns back to Remus with a smile.
Offering her other one towards the werewolf, it is as he takes it that she speaks again. The prophecy clear in her mind, Harry hears the words of the true seer concerning his life and that of others.
Blessed by Nimue
One shall rise
Protected by the wolfen pride
Never a child but an adult first
Allowed to be a child again
And then an adult at last
Hope is the Phoenix that is and isn't
For Darkness shall fall before it
Startled by the words, the blonde is speaking in a voice much like Sybil Trelawney had years ago. Remus and Harry look at one another in astonishment as Luna comes out of her trance. Curiously looking at Harry and Remus she gives a small smile and twirls around.
"What did I say now?" The young woman replied in a dreamy like voice as she starts picking sprigs of heather as she hums a little tune. But before Harry or Remus could answer, the young woman continued speaking this time, it threw even the one watching for a loop because as she looked up...
He could swear she was staring right at him.
Like one trapped before
The Grim resides
Growth is the key to freedom from mine
Realization that all is not the same is the test all must pass
Freedom then for the Grim will come
But the price will be high
Death is the key
To survive for love to the blessed one
Must be given in exchange
To free he who is wanted by the Phoenix that isn't but is
A willing sacrifice must be made
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dances away
Cryptic but not to much I hope for you to figure out what that is alluding to. Had a fit with this chapter all week...not one of my better ones...oh well goes on the list of FIXIT LATERS!
TOODLES!