Harry Potter and the Eye of Knowledge

A/N: Ahh, my second foray into HP. This is my take on Harry's sixth year. Please give me reviews because I love them and I'll love you if you review. Though not if you flame.

Summary: Harry lies in depression at Privet Drive as the Shadow of Lord Voldemort and looms over Harry's sixth year he must ready himself to face his enemy. He must discover the true intentions of those around him and find new allies in his fight. But will he be too late? And will those he love pay the ultimate price...

'Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :

'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war...

All should cry, beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes and floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the Milk of Paradise.'

Kubla Khanor A vision in a dream, a fragment...

By S. T. Coleridge 1792


Rain splattered against the street and buildings in a constant drumming. Soaking any unlucky enough to be caught outside during the summer storm. Down the darkened streets moved dark shadows. The shadows seemed to hover or float along the deserted streets, sending a mind-numbing chill over those within the buildings and causing ice to form in her hair. She pushed herself further back into the shadows, pressing her back into the cold wall. The creature's paused in their hunt, waiting just an instant before moving on searching for their quarry in the cold rain. They moved away down another street. From a doorway moved a slight shadow, stepping forwards into the faint glow of a faraway street lamp. She ran swiftly down the street and then down a side street as quickly as possible.

Her feet splashed in puddles soaking her legs and cloak as more water ran rivulets down her spine adding to her fear charged dash. She hurried down another street ahead she saw an open road, she paused a moment to glance around and then charged down the road. Against her chest she could feel the circle of silver that pressed against her skin, the only patch of warmth. She paused, shivering and leant against a corner. She frowned, the temperature was falling again. Swiftly she pressed herself into the shadows, pulling herself down inside herself. Trying to hide as a Dementor came closer. It passed by, never even glancing at the patch of darkness where she was hiding. There have been too many close shaves tonight, she thought to herself as she set off again. She pushed herself to run again.

She knew she could not run for much longer, knew the Dementors would find her soon, they would corner her and if they were allowed to do that she was lost. She slowed as the tall gates of Hogwarts appeared. She paused and considered seeking help at the school, but suspected it would most likely been empty over the summer, and ringing the bell would bring the searchers down upon her. She shivered as the wind picked up and blew at her fiercely. It was growing colder, the noise of the wind dropped away, the rain seemed to be clearing from her vision, far away she could make out the castle.

She slipped one numb hand inside the pocket of her robes.

'Oh no.' The words barely escaped her numb lips. She turned, three Dementors were closing in on her, their tattered robes trailing behind them, unimpeded by the soaking rain. She stumbled backwards, her wand gripped tightly in her hand. They closed in coming ever closer, she heard screams, children screaming, people running. Then she watched helpless as young boy fell twitching beneath the Crucatius curse.

'Expec-expecto-' She shook her head reaching for a happy memory, Christmas with her Guardian's, happy laughter and the warm feeling of being home filled her, driving back the cold just a little. Gripping it firmly, seeing it as clearly as she could, feeling the emotions she spoke again, more firmly this time.

'Expecto Patronum!' a thick cloud of silver exploded before her, blocking the Dementors approach. Suddenly she was falling backwards through the gates, she struck the gravel and lay there, dazed and shaking as two figures rushed too her aid, they appeared above her just as darkness closed in around her.