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This is the ninth part of my fan-fiction. Harry finds out about the past from Professor Trelawney. Dumbledore gives him the much awaited "talk". Arabella Figg makes an appearance. Lupin discloses his true identity. Harry steps into the past.

This story is my view on the 5th book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling. Harry and his friends are older now and are dealing with different things. This is about Harry's inner struggle. It is purely my imagination and I have no idea what is in store for the adoring fans of HP like me.

This particular situation is of my creation. May I remind you that Harry Potter is NOT. If it were, I would be a very happy, and not to mention wealthy person.

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Hicked-on-Phawnics

Harry Potter

It had been several days since Hagrid's death and the halls were as quiet as they had ever been.

Harry was sitting in Divininations. Professor Trelawney had announced that she canceled class for the day and they were to sit quietly.

She then came over to Harry and pulled him out into the hall.

"My dear boy."

He looked up at her. Sickness swooped through him as he wasn't prepared for what she might say.

"My dear boy, the death of a friend can eat one's soul to the core; but only if one lets it."

She placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "I can only begin to imagine your daily strife and this tragedy only adding more."

Gripping his shoulder even tighter now, she said, "I saw it. I saw it even before you were born."

In a hoarse voice he asked, "Saw what?"

"The collision of Tom Marvolo Riddle's future and yours."

"Voldemort?"

She nodded.

"Your destiny's the same. Both great. Both heirs."

Harry shook his head in protest.

"I'm in Gryffindor, not Slytherin. And he's not great. He murdered my parents; he's only a murderer."

"Ah, yes, you are in Gryffindor. And just as he is the Heir of Slytherin you are the Heir of Gryffindor. Because of this he killed your mother only to murder you."

Harry wanted to say something but no voice would come out.

"I saw it Harry. I do wish you can forgive me."

"But it was Petigrew…"

"Who betrayed your parents. But I told Voldemort about you."

She looked into his eyes and said, "I read his palm. It was plain as day that you would rise to be a great wizard, an equal to him. Therefore he needed to get rid of you; get you out of the picture."

"But, I'm just Harry."

"No, you're Harry Potter. The youngest player on the quidditch team. The true winner of the Tri-Wizard Cup. The Heir of Gryffindor. The boy who lived."

"Only because my mother protected me."

"Yes, that she did."

"See, there's nothing spectacular about me, nothing."

"You are destined for greatness Mr. Potter. And there's no doubt there."

"Voldemort came to Godric's Hollow that night with one intention only, to kill you and your father."

"But why?"

"Those where uncertain times, my dear. No one could be trusted."

"But it's uncertain now."

"Yes, but we have the Order of the Phoenix."

"What exactly is that?"

"The Heir of Gryffindor leads the Order of the Phoenix. Godric Gryffindor's Animagus was a phoenix. Once his Animagus is seen by the Heir of Gryffindor the Order of the phoenix will rise up against the Heir of Slytherin in times of distress."

Harry's wide-eyed stare made her continue, "You see, you will lead the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort tried to kill you to prevent his own downfall. But because of your mother's love, he failed."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"My only hope is that you can understand all of this."

Harry then heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Professor, I'd like a word with the boy."

He automatically recognized the voice as Dumbledore's.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. I would like a word with you in my office."

"Yes, Professor."

Harry followed closely behind Dumbledore for a ways until he said, "Harry, I don't know how to prepare you for this. Usually, I have some kind of answer for almost anything. But, I am afraid now is not that time."

Harry quickened his step and walked beside Dumbledore.

"Harry, I believe you are aware that you are the Heir of Gryffindor. Perhaps you could have known five years ago.. But in an urgent matter such as this it was necessary that you knew of it. Sirius, Remus, Arabella, and Mundungus have all seen Godric's Animagus. I very much regret that you were forced into this."

After saying this, they walked towards Dumbledore's office in silence.

"Lemon Drop."

Harry followed Dumbledore in.

Harry noticed Lupin sitting in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

He looked over in the corner of the office and saw a familiar woman. She appeared to be the Mrs. Figg that babysat for him on Privet Drive. The Mrs. Figg who loved cats and whose house smelled of cabbage.

"Ah, Arabella. I believe you know her as Mrs. Figg, Harry. I sent her to watch over you for those years at 4 Privet Drive. I would never leave you alone. I'd never leave those who are loyal to me, as you well know. After all, I promised your father."

Harry looked over at Fawkes who was bowing his head at him.

As Dumbledore lowered himself into his chair, he heaved a sigh and said very solemnly, "Please sit down Harry. It is time for you to know the truth. You are going to learn everything."

Harry sat down next to Lupin who nodded to him.

"Harry, the old gang and I have decided to call a meeting. And Lupin expressed to me that he wished to tell you something."

Lupin turned toward Harry and said, "Harry, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Every word is important and I hope I can help you understand what really happened. I know how hard this will be especially at such a hard time. But I beg of you to listen."

Harry nodded, "Of, course."

"Before you were born times were dark. Innocent people were killed. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had become feared by every decent witch and wizard. I want you to understand that this was the only way. It was the only way."

Lupin looked over at Dumbledore.

"It's time Lupin. He must know."

Lupin looked into Harry's eyes. His look was penetrating. But however determined his stare was, there was a glint of desperation and suffering.

"It was the only way I could see you. I wanted to see my son grow up."

He brought his eyes down to the floor and then back at Harry.

"I'm your father, Harry."

Harry's bright eyes widened. He felt a pull inside, but numb on the outside. Surely there was no possible way these surreal words could be the troublesome reality that he was in.

"Lilly and I knew he would come. We were fearful for your life. Remus Lupin informed me that I needed to take action. I wanted to be there for you. Voldemort was after the one that would take him from power. I spoke with Dumbledore, Sirius, and Hagrid. I told them that if for whatever reason I could not come back, they were to take care of you. Lilly performed a switching spell on me and Remus. We switched bodies. I became Lupin and his werewolf Animagus. Lupin, inside my body, stayed at Godric's Hollow. When Voldemort did come, he thought he was killing me, but in fact he killed Lupin. I never thought Voldemort would kill Lilly."

Harry could now see tears streaming down his fathers cheek.

"But she died protecting you. I will always love her even more for that. Please Harry, don't ever forget your mother and what she did for you."

"I won't."

"I had no body to return to after that night. I had to remain as Lupin, and still do. I'm forced to change into a werewolf at night. But Harry, I did it for you."

Harry nodded, unable to say anything.

"When you saw my Animagus, Prongs, at the quidditch game you really saw a representation of my soul."

Harry bit at his lip. He was so overcome by shock.

"Harry I want you to know that I love you. And I'll always be here for you when you need me."

"Thank you," breathed Harry.

"I want you to know that I am very proud to have you as my son. Not only do you play a mean quidditch game, but you are a remarkable young man."

Harry stood up from his chair, approached his father and hugged him.

At that moment, blinding red and gold sparks came from Fawkes' direction. As Fawkes burst into flames, an airy phoenix lifted itself into the air out of the ashes. It flew around the circular room and nodded at Harry and dispersed into small tongues of smoky air.

Suddenly Harry could feel the room spinning around him. Everything was becoming blurred. This had happened to him before. He couldn't forget this feeling.

"The pensieve," he said.

Last year he had been taken to the trial of Barty Crouch Jr. He witnessed the merciless Mr. Crouch sentence his son to Azkaban.

But that wasn't what he was seeing now.

He was presently standing in a small hallway. His head was still spinning slightly. He could hear voices coming from another room. He slowly walked towards them.

"He's the Heir of Gryffindor, James. You must protect him."

Harry walked into the living room of the house.

There stood a younger Dumbledore, Hagrid, a friendly looking Sirius, Remus, and Arabella.

Harry looked over to see who all was talking.

One man appeared to be an older version of himself. He was medium height, wore glasses, and had black unkempt hair.

Harry whispered, "Dad?"

His eyes then wandered to the woman seated next to James. She was attractive with ginger colored hair and bright green eyes, like his own. In her arms was a small child wrapped in a blanket. She was looking down at him lovingly.

"Petunia's a squib, Albus, she won't want Harry," she said with tears streaming from her eyes.

Remus put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "It must be done."

Dumbledore spoke up, "Arabella will be there to watch over him. I promise you. And when it is safe again, Harry will be back home in your care."

Harry stood there, wanting to say something. He wanted to comfort his mother. But he knew she couldn't hear or see him. This was only a memory.

And then with a great lurch everything began spinning again and Harry found himself in Dumbledore's office once more.

Both James and Arabella were gone.

Dumbledore stood still while surveying Harry through his half-moon spectacles and said, "You know the truth now. You're going to have to choose between what is right, Harry, and what is easy. The choice is yours to make and only yours. You alone will make your future. No matter what happens, you must make your choice."