I don't own Harry Potter.
Language – Violence.
DZ2's The Golden Rebellion Challenge.
Plot: When the Ministry turned on Harry Potter and tried to crush his spirits, they forgot one thing; the Golden Trio are called such for a reason, and they're not going to take this sitting down.
Harry Potter yawned as he absently scratched at the back of his head, wincing at the feel of the growing egg hidden beneath his hair.
Flipping the bacon frying in the pan slowly, Harry scooped it out and onto the plate heating in the oven. As a thump sounded upstairs he faltered, turning his head to the side to listen carefully to what was obviously his fat Uncle finally getting up, most likely woken by the smell of the bacon Aunt Petunia was making Harry cook for them. Quickly returning his attention to the stove, Harry put more bacon in as he heard his Aunt moving around in the living room.
"Hurry up boy" Petunia snapped as she entered the kitchen, "Aren't you done yet?"
"Almost Aunt Petunia" Harry assured her politely, not wanting to piss his Aunt off when he had the promise of two weeks alone while his relatives went on holiday. "Would you like me to set the table as well?"
"Don't bother" Petunia scoffed, "I don't want you to ruin everything".
Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his Aunt's inability to come up with new insults, instead focusing his attention on not burning anything. He was just finishing up when Vernon and Dudley power-waddled into the kitchen with greedy expressions on their faces, the two obese males not hesitating to sit down on creaking chairs.
"Boy! Go to your room!" Vernon barked, Harry not stopping himself from rolling his eyes this time, "You can come down once we're gone".
"Yes Uncle Vernon" Harry agreed instantly, handing the cooking over to his Aunt and quickly leaving the room. Entering his room Harry allowed a smirk for form on his face as he reached up his shirt and pulled out the sealed plastic bag containing the sandwich he had made himself before Petunia had even woken up that morning.
Taking a bite, Harry glanced at the clock on the wall before opening the the window in anticipation for the Daily Prophet, settling himself behind his desk with a sigh as he pulled his half-done Transfiguration homework towards him. Picking up a pen in his other hand, Harry started reading over what he had done so far, quickly finishing his breakfast. Catching himself up and continuing where he had left off, Harry lost himself in his work, barely pausing when he heard his relatives stomping past his room to finish packing.
He had just finished the essay and set the pen down when an owl swooped in through the open window, causing him to reach out absently to grab the knut he had left on the corner of his desk and paid the owl. Opening the newspaper as he pushed his essay away from himself, Harry scowled as the first words that he saw on the Prophet were 'The Boy-Who-Lied!' Trying to ignore his growing desire to just throw in the towel and leave the Wizards to sort themselves out, Harry instead focused on skimming through the newspaper for any hint at Voldemort's actions.
As a growl rumbled up from his chest Harry twisted to his feet and threw the newspaper across the room, breathing quickly as he tried to stop himself from losing his temper. According to both Sirius and Remus he had his mother's temper, and according to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick when his mother got angry no one stood in her way, even Voldemort himself fled from her when she lost her temper…
Faltering as he heard the doorbell ring, Harry started pacing through his room, his mind drifting to it's favorite topic of the month. Would the Supreme American Society of Sorcerers (Which had the best acronym ever) accept his pleas for sanctuary if he gathered up everything he owned and all his gold and fled Britain? And would they accept Sirius and Remus if he dragged them along with him?
"BOY!" Vernon's voice screamed up the stairs making Harry sigh sadly, "GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Groaning as he realised he now had to sit through a lecture on how his Uncle expected to find the house in pristine condition when they returned, Harry left his room and started down the hallway, making it halfway down the stairs before he froze at the sight in front of him.
"Hello Harry" Hermione ground out as she glared at Vernon, her wand aimed directly between the sweating man's eyes, Ron standing behind her with his wand aimed at Petunia who was watching from the kitchen doorway. "Should we take this to your bedroom?" she asked slowly, "It's more private in there".
"What are you two doing here?" Harry blurted, trying to stop himself from sounding as bitter as he felt.
"We should go to your room mate" Ron explained slowly, "Don't want these Muggles listening in".
Finding his jaw clenching again, Harry's hand slipped behind his back to his wand which was sticking out of his pocket. "Who did I think I saw in third year chasing away the Dementors?" Harry asked as he whipped it out and aimed it at his 'friends'.
"Your father" Hermione replied instantly, "But it turned out you had really seen yourself. What did I call Malfoy that morning?"
"A foul loathsome evil little cockroach" Harry mumbled before turning to Ron, "What was my first Chocolate Frog card?"
"Dumbledore. I had around six of him" Ron answered obediently, "Any chance of getting some food? I'm starving" he added sheepishly.
Lowering his wand Harry eyed them both before nodding, turning and heading back up the stairs as he heard them following him up. Entering his room Harry quickly pulled up the floorboard and brought out the cooler with the preservation charm on it, opening it and lifting it onto his bed as Ron and Hermione stepped into his room. "Help yourself" he offered waving his hand, and making Ron grin as he bounced over to the cooler and started ruffling through it, "What are you two doing here? You haven't answered any of my letters and now you show up in person?"
Hermione and Ron exchanged nervous looks before Hermione cleared her throat, "We haven't been given your letters Harry" she explained hesitantly, "Mrs Weasley confiscates them and gives them to Dumbledore. We've been ordered to keep no contact with you until you're brought to the Zoo".
"Brought where?" Harry echoed in confusion, his hands clenching into fists as he mentally declared Dumbledore as an enemy of his.
"The Zoo is under the fidelius Harry" Hermione confessed awkwardly, "I can't tell you about it"
"The Zoo is just a code name" Ron added through a mouthful of one of the muffins Mrs Weasley had sent him home with at King's Cross Station. "Cool eh?"
Harry stared at them both for a moment before letting his breath out in a sharp rush, "I can't really be angry at you for that can I?" he asked softly, "I mean if you had waited till I was brought to the uh… Zoo… then I would have been, but at least you found a way".
"Oh Harry" Hermione blurted before lunging at him, his arms coming straight up to respond to the back-breaking hug she was giving him. "I'm so sorry, we argued Dumbledore's orders, we really did, but he threatened to leave you in this dump if we kept pressing him" she babbled out.
"I believe you" Harry assured her quickly as he caught sight of the tears welling up in her eyes, "I believe you" he repeated glancing past Hermione's no longer bushy hair to Ron. "But why… why are you here? And how did you get here?" he asked curiously.
"Oh Dobby?" Ron called out with a grin, Harry watching in shock as the House Elf appeared with a tower of woolen hats on his head and a grin wider than Ron's.
"MASTER HARRY POTTER SIR!" Dobby exclaimed as he literally pushed Hermione out of the way and jumped into Harry's arms for a hug of his own, a shocked Harry just going with it as Hermione giggled. "Dobby be helping Master Harry Potter Sir in anyway he can!" Dobby declared with a nod as Harry set him down on the bed. As Harry opened his mouth to reply Dobby glanced around his room with a scandalised expression, "Master Harry Potter Sir cannot stay here! Dobby will clean!"
"Don't argue" Hermione suggested as Harry watched the happy House Elf bounce around his room with a feather duster, "He won't listen to you".
"SPEW" Harry deadpanned making his brunette friend blush.
"Dobby explained some things to her mate" Ron whispered, "She's more about treating them well and stopping their abuse than freeing them now".
"I had my eyes opened" Hermione sniffed, "And I've apologized to the House Elves at Hogwarts through Dobby. Anyway, back to your first question. We're here because of this" she clarified as she held up the copy of the Daily Prophet Harry had thrown, "And because Dumbledore and his Order believe that as children we're not part of this war and that we should be left ignorant and stupid".
"And if there's one thing Hermione Granger isn't, it's stupid" Harry murmured making Hermione smirk at him.
"Exactly" Hermione agreed simply, "Anyway, Ron and I were talking, and Ron actually came up with a brilliant idea".
"It happens" Ron said with a casual shrug as Harry glanced at him. "I said that with the way the Ministry and the Order were reacting to the threat of Voldemort, that the only way the war would be ended is if Harry, that's you by the way, formed your own army to take him down" the redhead explained slowly.
"And you're here to help me form my own army?" Harry snorted, looking between the two in amusement, "Oh Merlin you're actually serious?"
"No that's your Godfather" Hermione corrected instantly before slapping her hands over her mouth as Ron barked out a laugh, "Ever mention that again and I'll castrate both of you" she threatened bluntly making both the smirking Harry and the chuckling Ron freeze and cover their groins.
"Seriously Hermione? I'm fifteen, I can't fight Voldemort let alone" he cut himself off as Dobby tugged at his sleeve.
"Master Harry Potter Sir has no lemon pledge" Dobby whispered making Harry blink at him in confusion.
"Can't you just use normal stuff?" Harry asked dumbly.
"No, no" Dobby exhaled slowly, shaking his head and making his ears flap around his face.
"Check downstairs, I think there's some in the cupboard beneath the stairs" Harry suggested making Dobby nod and vanish. Shaking his head he returned his attention back to the amused looking Ron and the almost catatonic Hermione who had tears of silent laughter streaming down her face, "Is something wrong?" he asked her nervously.
"No, no" Hermione gasped out, "No lemon pledge on Star Destroyer!"
"Right" Harry muttered, "Like I was saying, I can't fight Voldemort let alone form and army".
"That!" Hermione blurted before clearing her throat and wiping her face. "That" she repeated normally, "Is why we're going to start training ourselves to fight. I uh, borrowed, some of the books from the Zoo's library about offensive and defensive magics and we're going to study them together" she explained.
"Voldemort has decades of experience" Harry said bluntly.
"And you killed a Basilisk, chased off over a hundred Dementors with one spell, and fought him to a draw one and defeated him three other times before that" Ron countered. "If anyone can defeat him, you can. Once we get some training of course, stunning spells aren't going to do much".
"Wait, we?" Harry echoed, "No. If I do this then I do this alone. I'm not letting you two get hurt because of me" he refused stubbornly.
"I don't think he gets it yet" Ron stage-whispered to Hermione making Harry blink slowly.
"He is rather daft" Hermione agreed.
"I'm right here you know" Harry pointed out.
"Harry. Your father had the Marauders" Hermione said slowly.
"Yeah, and?" Harry asked expectantly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"And he, Sirius, and Pettigrew all learnt the animagus transformation just to be with Professor Lupin" Hermione explained. "There may only be three of us, but when one of us needs help, the other two stand with them. We're not called the 'Golden Trio' for nothing after all".
"Yeah that's at Hogwarts though" Harry argued, "This is war".
"Then I guess we better start training if we want to catch up" Ron confirmed making Harry frown.
"No we better not" Harry denied. "I'm not some werewolf you can learn the animagus training for. Voldemort is going to come after me, and he's going to go for you to make me suffer".
"I'm a Mudblood" Hermione snapped making both Harry and Ron flinch, "And Ron's a Blood-Traitor. He'd be going after us anyway, and since we're your friends it just means he'll be doing it sooner or later. If you want to keep us safe, you've got to help train us so that we can defend ourselves".
Harry stared at her for a moment before glancing at Ron who merely nodded at him, "Hermione's right mate, I turned my back on you last year and I regret it, I'm not going to do the same ever again. We're all in this together".
"Once we know that we are, we're all stars" Hermione finished making Harry and Ron exchange a confused look, "Never mind" she dismissed. "To the Golden Trio" she declared, striding forward to stick her hand out, "We fight for what's Right, as One".
Harry watched as Ron stood and moved over to join Hermione, sticking his large hand over hers, "To the Golden Trio" he declared, "We fight for each other, as One".
Eyeing the two of them Harry licked his lips nervously before joining them and placing his hand on top of Ron's.
"To the Golden Trio" he finished hesitantly, "We fight as One".