The world of Harry Potter is the sole property of JK Rowling. I am only borrowing it for enjoyment. I have read many other fanfics and have gotten some of my ideas from them. I am not intentionally stealing anyone else's ideas and if I do accidentally use one please remember that it was not done so intentionally or maliciously, and take it as a compliment that I liked the idea enough to run with it. Please also remember that many stories have been written and the chance of reusing an idea is probably pretty good. I hope that you enjoy my take on the Harry Potter universe. Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think.

J. Nick

Harry Potter and the New Beginning

Chapter 1 – New Hope

"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled as a jet of light hit him squarely in the chest causing him to fall in a graceful arc through the veil hanging from the arch.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"

"There's nothing you can do, Harry," said a voice behind him, "He's gone."

The scene in front of Harry quickly changed. He was now in a graveyard with someone beside him.

"Kill the spare," said a high cold voice. Harry heard a swishing noise and a flash of green light followed by a heavy thud. He now looked into Cedric Diggory's open unmistakably dead eyes.

The scene changed again back to the Department of Mysteries. There was a Death Eater lying on his stomach who made a slashing movement with his wand emitting a streak of purple flame. It passed right across Hermione's chest and she crumpled to the floor where she lay motionless.

The scene changed again, this time to a dark room. Harry looked around to see a sobbing Mrs. Weasley on the floor looking at an unmistakably dead Ron. "Riddikulus!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed causing Ron to change into Bill, then to Mr. Weasley, then to the twins, then to Percy, then to Harry.

The scene changed back to the Death Chamber and Sirius falling through the veil. "There's nothing you can do, Harry. He's gone." A high cold laugh could be heard in the background.

Harry bolted strait up in bed and looked around trying to get his bearings, just as he had done every night for the last week. The memories from that fateful night were still fresh in his mind and the images still haunted his dreams. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had come to rescue Harry and his friends from the Department of Mysteries just a few short weeks ago and ended up dying himself, killed by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes from both sadness and anger.

"It's all my fault," he thought. "If I had only tried harder to learn to block out the visions I could have prevented this!"

"It's not your fault," said a voice in his head, "so stop trying to blame yourself."

Harry was starting to learn that these arguments with himself were pointless, no mater how much he argued he just couldn't shake the guilt he felt. He knew that he would not be going back to sleep any time soon, the fear of another dream was just too much, so he just decided to get up and try to find a way to clear his head. He looked at the clock, it was 3:00, well he had slept a half hour longer than last night, and he supposed that was a positive thing. He continued to look around his room. There at the foot of his bed sat his trunk holding the majority of his personal belongings, he had not yet gotten the energy to unpack since he had returned to his aunt and uncle's house for the summer holiday. After the greeting his relatives, the Dursley's, had gotten as he got off of the train last weekend, they no longer had any desire to try to make his life uncomfortable for fear that more wizards would show up on their doorstep to give them trouble. The looks of sheer terror on Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and his cousin Dudley's faces were priceless, leaving no doubt in Harry's mind that they would gladly leave him alone rather than chance a visit from someone of his kind.

Other than the trunk, the only other sign of anything out of the ordinary was the empty owl cage sitting by the open window. Hedwig, his snowy owl, was off on her nightly flight. Harry got up and went over to the window to gaze about the neighborhood and get some fresh air, recalling the car ride back to Number Four Privet Drive. They had just begun to drive away from King's Cross when Uncle Vernon tried to start in on him.

"How dare you send your freak friends over to threaten me boy. I ought to just chuck you out on the street right now and be done with you."

"You would just be putting yourself in more danger if you did," deadpanned Harry.

"What do you mean? How much more danger can there be than what happened last year?"

"It's not that there is any more danger from the dementors, but it is the fact that the thing that keeps me safe while I am at your house keeps you safe there as well. Voldemort knows where you live and knows that as long as I return here at least once a year that he can not touch me here, so if I don't return here every summer for a little while then that protection would be gone and everyone here would be in danger."

The looks of fear mixed with anger and hatred from the Dursley's were all Harry needed to know that they would definitely leave him alone. The rest of the ride back to Privet Drive was quiet and uneventful allowing Harry to dwell on what had happened over the course of the previous year.

Harry stepped away from the window and turned to his desk upon which sat several pieces of parchment, letters from his friends. They had taken it upon themselves to write to Harry everyday trying to keep his spirits up. They knew that he was probably blaming himself for everything that happened and brooding over that fact and they knew it was just eating him up inside. They also knew that there was more going on than Harry was letting on, something had happened between Harry and Professor Dumbledore but neither was willing to talk to them about it. That was something that Harry just couldn't bring himself to tell them about. Harry had found out about a prophecy that was made about him putting the survival of the wizarding world on his shoulders, that in the end it would come down to either him or Voldemort. No, this was something that he could not tell his friends about yet. He had a hard enough time dealing with the thought himself. Could he really kill someone? He had wanted to once before and he couldn't bring himself to do it, would the same thing happen again? He had been unable to finish off Sirius Black at the end of his third year before finding out that his parents' other friend Peter Pettigrew was the cause of their deaths. Then he spared Peter from being killed by Sirius and Remus Lupin, only to allow him to escape to help Voldemort return to his body. He had even tried to use an unforgivable curse on Bellatrix Lestrange in the Department of mysteries to no avail. Would he really be able to kill Voldemort when the time came? This was what worried him the most; he just didn't know how he was supposed to fulfill the prophecy.

Harry lay back down on his bed and continued to ponder this dilemma for several hours. After awhile, he began to notice that it was getting considerably brighter outside and decided that he might as well get cleaned up and try to start his day. He showered and got dressed. Then he headed downstairs to get some breakfast. He just made himself some toast and a glass of juice seeing as how he wasn't really that hungry and he was hoping to finish quickly so he wouldn't have to endure his relatives. He was just finishing cleaning up his dishes when he heard someone knock at the door. It was still early on a weekend, why would anyone be calling at this hour. Deciding not to take any chances, he grasped his wand in his right hand and headed for the front door holding the wand behind him but ready to use it if necessary. He peered through the peephole in the door and was surprised to see a shabbily dressed man with graying hair. Was this really Remus Lupin standing on the front step?

Cautiously opening the door he asked, "what are you doing here Professor Lupin?'

"I came to visit with you for a while Harry," the slightly horse voice replied, "Can I come in?"

How could he be sure that this was really his old professor? "Who are Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?"

"That would be me, your father James, your godfather Sirius, and a rat I would rather forget named Peter."

That was a stupid question to ask, Harry thought, since Wormtail was a death eater he would have known that information, what else could he ask? "What form does my boggart take?"

Remus smiled at this, "Ah, a much better question. Your boggart is a dementor. Now may I come in?"

"Sorry Professor, I just needed to be sure it was really you, come on in."

Harry opened the door and Remus stepped inside. Harry led him up to his room and closed the door behind them. Harry sat on his bed looking at Remus, who was sitting in the chair by his desk. Harry realized that Remus looked even older than he did mere days ago. Looking at this man made him feel even guiltier about the last few weeks. Not only had Harry lost his godfather; this man had lost his last friend from school, because of Harry's foolishness. Harry found it very difficult to look this man in the eyes.

"How are you doing Harry?" Remus asked.

"Fine" Harry replied untruthfully. "The Dursley's have left me alone, which is a major improvement if you ask me. Why are you really here? If you wanted to know how I'm doing you could have simply written me a letter."

"That is true, but your letters haven't had a whole lot of information in them. It seems like you are leaving a lot out. You know that your friends care about you a great deal don't you? They are very worried about your well-being. Is there anything that you would like to talk about?"

"I know they do. I'm just not ready to talk to them yet."

"You know talking to someone really helps you to feel better and allows you to move on. I know that Sirius would want you to be able to move on."

Harry just stared at Remus. How could he say that? How could he be so cold and heartless? This was supposed to be one of his best friends and he just wants to move on. What kind of crap was this?

"Move on? How can you say that? He was your best friend. How can you just move on? I thought that you of all people would understand how I feel, I mean you knew him longer than I did and are probably the only person who was closer to him than I was. How can you be so cold about this?" The anger was starting to build up in Harry.

Remus was slightly stunned by this comment. "Harry, I'm not being cold, and yes I did care about Sirius very deeply, but that doesn't mean I can't try to move on. Just because we move on doesn't mean we forget about someone. It means that we accept what has happened and try to keep going. I will miss Sirius incredibly, but I know that I cannot sit and dwell on what I lost. That would be a disgrace to his memory. Sirius was a man who loved life and cared very deeply for those people around him and I know for a fact that he would not want his friends to dwell on the loss, rather to celebrate his life. I also know that he would not want you to feel guilty about his loss, it was not your fault." From the dumfounded look on Harry's face Remus could tell he had hit the nail on the head.

"If I had just tried to learn to block him out, it never would have happened. How can you sit there and tell me it's not my fault? Because of my stupidity, the last of your best friends is gone forever, how can you stand to look at me? I can't even stand to look at me. How am I supposed to move on if I can't stand myself?" Harry's despair was starting to overwhelm him. "Every time I close my eyes I see death. Sirius, Cedric, mum and dad, how many more people are going to have to die because of me? Mad Eye Moody spent almost a whole year in a trunk because of me. MY BEST FRIENDS ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF ME!" With this last comment, Harry broke down and started to cry in earnest.

Remus quickly moved over to Harry and pulled him into a very fatherly hug. Harry tried to push away but was too weak and racked with guilt to have much effect. Remus just sat there holding him and trying to comfort him when the door opened.

"What the blazes are you on about…?" Uncle Vernon began only to freeze upon the sight of the older wizard in the room. "Sorry I didn't realize that the boy had company."

Remus said nothing to Vernon Dursley but just glared at him until he closed the door again and left them alone. He took a couple of deep breathes and began once again to talk to Harry.

"Yes, Harry, I will admit that those things happened because of you, but they are not your fault. The only person who is truly at fault for those things is Voldemort. He is the one who is doing these things. Yes, perhaps if you had practiced occlumency more you would have been able to block him out, but what would have happened if you had blocked him out at Christmas? You would not have seen the attack on Mr. Weasley and he most likely would have died. Would you blame yourself for that too? Don't you see that these are things that you could not control? It does not do to punish yourself like this when no one else feels that it is your fault. We love you Harry."

Harry continued to cry on the werewolf's shoulder for what seemed like an eternity, letting out all of the emotion that had been building up for weeks. How could this man seem to forgive him so easily? It didn't make any sense to him. How could no one fault him? After some time Harry's sobs began to fade.

"I wanted Dumbledore to just kill me."

This comment shocked Remus. "What do you mean?"

"In the Ministry of Magic, when Voldemort possessed me I just wanted Dumbledore to end it all for me so I could be with Sirius and my parents. I didn't want to feel the pain anymore and I didn't want to endanger my friends anymore. I just wanted to die." Harry got quieter as he spoke.

Now Remus began to feel tears in his eyes, it hurt so much that this young boy would wish to die. This was supposed to be a happy time in a person's life yet this young boy had already had more tragedy to deal with than most adults do ever.

"Harry, do you have any idea how many people would miss you if you would have died? You have had an impact on so many people's lives and I know that I would definitely not be able to deal with losing you."

"You know Harry; it just won't due to keep you her any longer. Remaining in the care of these people is not going to help you heal. We need to get you among people who love you and want you around."

Remus looked up to see Hedwig had returned and was watching the two of them on the bed. He got up, went over to the desk, took out some parchment, and began to write a note. He seemed to be thinking very hard about something. Almost as if, he was contemplating doing something rash. "Yes, it is time to get you among friends," and with that he wrote furiously and attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent her on her way. He then turned to Harry and said, "Pack up your stuff, it's time to leave."

Harry wasn't sure if he heard correctly, did he just say they were leaving? "Um, professor, I thought you were just here to check up on me. You didn't say anything about getting me out of here earlier."

"That is because when I first got here I did not plan on taking you anywhere, but now I know that you must leave this house and be amongst people who care about you. It will just not do for you to not realize how much you mean to people. Now come on, up you get, we are leaving."

Harry hesitantly got up and began to pack up his things with Remus's help. Since Harry hadn't really unpacked at all, packing didn't take long. Once they finished, Remus took out his wand and proceeded to shrink Harry's trunk so it would fit in his pocket then led Harry down stairs. They went to the front door and opened it to find Albus Dumbledore standing on the front step.

"Good morning," said the old wizard as he stepped inside and closed the front door. "What do you think you are doing Remus? You know that Harry needs to remain in this house. His safety and well-being depends on it."

"Remaining here may keep him physically safe but it does nothing for his emotional well-being!" Remus snapped. "These people do not care about Harry! He needs to be around people who care about him!"

Dumbledore looked taken aback. He didn't expect Remus to snap at him. "He must be kept safe Remus. The blood protection provided by his aunt is necessary to keep him safe."

"What good is his safety if he doesn't have people around him to care for and comfort him? He has no one to talk to about his feelings and the things that have happened over the last year. He needs help to get through this and that is not going to happen while he is here! Just look at what happened last year, he was left alone and cut off from contact with anyone who cared for him mere days after a very trying ordeal, just like this year, and when he returned to be among friends he was continually angry. Did you learn nothing from that experience? What good is it to keep him physically safe if he is an emotional wreck?"

Dumbledore looked at Remus for a few minutes in silence pondering what he said. After some time he sighed, "What do you have in mind?"

"Headquarters is safe and I am sure that you already know that I have written to the Weasleys to inform them of my plans to remove Harry from this house." Dumbledore nodded at this. "I am sure that they will be joining us there soon, but I will not leave Harry here one moment longer."

Dumbledore looked from Remus to Harry and back for another moment. He seemed to be weighing his options. Keep Harry in this house safe but emotionally unstable where his anger could continue to grow, or allow him to leave that safety to get some emotional help from his friends. Slowly he contemplated the choice before him. "Very well, let's go to Arabella's. We can decide how we are going to go about getting Harry to headquarters from there." With that, they stepped out the door and walked away from the Dursleys for another year, hoping this was a good omen of things to come.