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"Harry Potter and the On Going Struggle"

By SillyGillie

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Summary- Harry Potter's 6th year full of drama, mysteries, angst, and romance. Harry promises never to forget the people he's lost, the year goes on and more people are dying each day. Harry is trying to master his Occulmency along with NEWT classes, some interesting new classes, quidditch training, a new DADA teacher, DA still in progress, and the threat of the Prophecy grows closer each day. I hope you like it.

A/N– I am currently re-posting all of my first chapters, due to numerous grammar related errors! So, without further ado I present to you "Harry Potter and the On Going Struggle"....*cheers* So, er, the first couple of chapters are a bit short, because, well, I guess I updated regularly in the beginning so I only had a short amount of work...you'll see if you read on that the chapters are now much longer.

I started this story basically because I had read a lot of other people's stories and I wanted to try one out myself. I had previously written a L+J story, which I stopped because I wasn't enjoying it...this, rest assured, I will be finishing.

A note to all: I am rubbish at HTML codes, I've tried and not succeed, I also have Word Perfect, which kind of sucks because it doesn't work on here, so I post from notepad. Lucky me!

Also some of my retardedness, I kind of wrote some of this chapter first person and didn't want to change it because I liked what I wrote, so the rest is in third person...sorry.

Disclaimer- I do not in any way own Harry Potter, I think we should all know this by now.

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Without further ado...."The Beginning" *smiles*

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The day was drawing to a close as all days do. Today had been a relatively warm day, defiantly not the hottest day of the year, but what a real summer should be like. Privet Drive was full of noise as were all streets, filled with the sounds of hoses running and sprinklers going, the drought warning as you can guess was no longer in session.

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Harry Potter lay underneath a tree in the Dursley's front yard his favorite spot on Privet Drive. To an onlooker the boy would have looked trapped, trapped in his own thoughts, battling inner battles with himself, to Harry Potter he would have just seen himself. All his life he has been fighting battles why should this day be any different from the others?

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'My thoughts are dark, I suspect that's all my thoughts will consist of ever since that . . . that day. I don't know what I was thinking, panicking I guess, I saw Si-him being tortured and I recognized the room as the one in the unspeakables wing the only thought that came to my head was 'save Sirius' what a bloody brilliant job I did.'

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'Come on Harry you deserve a big pat on the back I mean especially since he's now dead. Brilliant, bloody brilliant. It's my fault; no one can try and tell me otherwise. Ron and Hermione have tried to tell me it isn't, but there not the ones who had the dream, who had the chance to stop such dreams.

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'I should've listened to Dumbledore, Remus, Sir-him, and Hermione and gone back to Occlumency lessons but no I'm to bloody proud to go crawling to Snape and beg him to teach me, to of helped save Sirius' life, too proud. Everyone told me to go I'm just to bloody curious.

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'I have to know what's happening everywhere, discover what things are. As the saying goes "Curiosity killed the cat" well that sure keeps happening to people around me. I just had to know what was behind that door in the passage.

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'Every action has an equal and opposite reaction I guess even Muggle physics can apply to this case. I suppose I should start to say his name but I just can't make myself; his death is still too new. It shouldn't have happened, my fault, my entire fault.

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'If I didn't break into the ministry and try to save him he would have never come, Remus said he was too cooped up, anyone in trouble would have had him come running to save them, even Snape. Snape, I hate Snape, the bastard, rubbing it in his face that he couldn't do anything to help in the Order.

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'When he was left alone that's probably all he thought about. I sadly admit I didn't know my godfather for long but all the times I met him I enjoyed his company, I enjoyed having a parental figure in my life once more even though I can't remember how it was the first time. That's my greatest fear forgetting I'll always remember how could I forget?'

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'Come on, you could do better than that!' Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he soared backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arc . . .

'Sirius! Sirius!' Harry heard himself yell, stuck in his torturous daydreams.

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"Harry?" Ms. Figg questioned loudly looking about the garden area rising Harry from his continuos day mares that threatened to consume him every chance they got.

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"HARRY!" Ms. Figg called out again a little louder this time, "Confounded relatives told me he would be in the garden area" Ms. Figg grumbled to herself causing Harry to crack a tiny grin though it did not meet his eyes.

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"HARRY!" Ms. Figg called again more shrilly this time

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"Yes Ms. Figg, I'm here, sorry" Harry said

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"About time boy" Ms. Figg snapped at him.

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"What was it you wanted?" Harry asked a little coolly

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"Oh, ah yes, here it is" Ms. Figg said, handing Harry a bundle of envelopes, due to the fact that Harry wasn't allowed to receive or send any owl post since the beginning of summer. His friends wrote to him often, probably every other day, Harry wrote back every week.

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"Thanks" Harry said, taking them from her.

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"A letter from Dumbledore in there, asked me to deliver it to you right away, said it was important." Ms. Figg said looking at him expectedley.

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"Oh, well thanks" Harry said looking at her curiously.

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"Well boy what are you waiting for?!" She snapped at him as he quickly fumbled with his envelopes from Ron, and Hermione, and various other people till finally he pulled out an envelope that was easily the biggest. The envelope was so large, it sort of reminded him of a manila folder that he had used in Primary school.

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Dear Harry,



I expect Ms. Figg will be currently badgering you to open this. However, I wish for you to open it in private. If she doesn't believe you, please, feel free to hand over this letter and it will change to a message I wrote especially for her. Also not to worry, I have replaced everything in my office that had any value to me.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

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"Well boy must I ask you everything?" Ms. Figg's voice brought Harry out of his frowning 'Was Dumbledore mocking Sirius' death?'

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"BOY" Ms. Figg roared

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"I have a name you know" Harry said exasperated starting to lose his temper.

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"You know very well that I know your name Harry James Potter" Ms. Figg cried, "you have no reason to lose your temper over a small question that was asked of you" Ms. Figg reprimanded him.

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"Dumbledore said that I should open it by myself" Harry replied not caring how rude he came off as sounding 'Nosey, bloody cat lady' Harry found himself thinking

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"Give it here" She said her hand held out expectantly.

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"Fine" Harry muttered resigned to give it to her. She quickly read through it and Harry swore he saw her cheeks become flushed but as soon as it came, it went.

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"All right," She muttered to herself handing the letter back to Harry starting to walk down the sidewalk.

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"I could care less what he has to say any way," She said to herself though Harry overheard her, to him she sounded much like a jealous schoolgirl and he grinned slightly.

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"Goodbye Harry" Ms. Figg called to him over her shoulder, swinging her clanking string shopping bag along side her.

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"Goodbye" Harry said so only he heard giving a small wave of his hand. He then put the letter back into the envelope and grabbed the other letters and walked into the Dursley's home with his destination in mind, to get up to his room without being noticed.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter, "Loads of Letters" creative chapter title, no? LoL, right, so I hope you continue! And I hope you liked this last chapter, I received many compliments on Mrs. Figg, tell me what you think!

Thanks so much for reading this chapter! *hugs to all*

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Oh! I also have a poem written by my friend Regina Hayes based on the fifth book... So here goes

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"Standing Alone" by Regina Hayes

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Standing alone as Harry's sole guide

Defending and advising him with love and pride

Standing still Sirius fought with his wand at hand

Perched at his front without fright or a plan

Holding back fear with a grin so keen

While fending off wizards in a threatening scene.

Shouting spells in defense of Harry's turn

Not once ever knowing what harry'd soon yearn,

Wistfully fighting with no pain at all

Not ever knowing that that day he'd fall,

In one move of her lips

He'd slip away

Without saying good-bye

Or seeing another day.

Beyond a curtain his body not be found

For Sirius himself was no longer around,

Because Sirius fell into a black cartel

That shan't be uncovered

And would never be able.

So gently and slowly he drifted in an abyss

Acknowledging to Harry a person he'd surely miss

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Btw- Please don't steal it, that would be mean. Have a conscience ladies and gentlemen!

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Au revoir