Disclaimer: Nothings mine, its all Rowling's.Chapter 1 – Revelations
As his uncle's car pulled away from the curb Harry Potter looked out the rear window watching sadly as Kings Cross Station disappeared in the distance along with his friends. When the station was out of sight he turned forward and leaned against the door. With nothing else to do Harry lost himself in his thoughts as he watched the scenery go by on his way back to Number Four Private Drive.
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts had ended in disaster with the death of his godfather and Harry couldn't help but feel that it was entirely his fault. Well not entirely, no doubt Bellatrix Lestrange was to blame for casting the curse that sent him to his death behind the veil but Sirius should never have been there to begin with and that was definitely his fault. Lost in his thoughts Harry failed to notice the looks of concern he was receiving from his cousin Dudley and his aunt Petunia though his aunt seemed torn between her concern for his emotional state and her intense dislike of the young wizard.
It wasn't long before the car came to a stop in the driveway of number four. Vernon exited the vehicle and made his way inside without a single comment or glance towards Harry, ignoring him completely as if he had never existed. Petunia followed not far behind though Harry noticed she looked at him several times on her way to the front door. The expression on her face was one that Harry found impossible to describe and with an internal shrug let it go.
Walking to the back of the car he was surprised to find Dudley waiting for him.
"Dudley?" he asked as he eyed his cousin curiously.
Dudley had trouble meeting his eyes and seemed almost nervous to be talking to Harry. "I um well I just thought you might want a hand with your trunk and stuff."
"Ok." Harry said slowly slightly suspicious of what his motives might be.
Harry carried Hedwig's empty cage while his much larger cousin carried his trunk. When they reached Harry's room Dudley deposited the trunk at the foot of the bed and waited for Harry to put the cage in its spot on top of the dresser.
After setting down the cage, Harry turned towards his cousin. "What's going on Dud? Why are you helping me?"
Dudley took a deep breath. "I wanted to thank you for saving me from those things last summer. It took a while but I finally got mum to tell me what they were and I know what they would have done to me if you weren't there so thanks."
Harry gave his cousin a small nod. "Don't worry about it, they were sent after me in the first place so it's kind of my fault they were here at all."
Dudley nodded in return. "Well anyway those things are kind of a shock to the system you know? I thought about that night the rest of the summer and all year while I was away at school and well I know I've never really been that nice to you but I was hoping maybe we could start over and maybe be friends or if not then I at least want you to know I won't mess with you anymore."
Harry was a bit shocked. A newer kinder Dudley was something he had not been expecting when he returned from school. "Alright Dud." he replied a bit confused about how to deal with the new Dudley.
Smiling slightly as he left the room Dudley waved to his cousin, "Later Harry."
As the door closed behind Dudley leaving Harry alone in his room his thoughts of being a party to Sirius murder returned full force. Slumping into the seat at his desk Harry placed his head in his hands. His shoulders began to shake and tears streaked down his cheeks as the grief he had been experiencing since his godfathers death took hold.
Harry raised his head wiping the tears from his face as he turned to see who was calling him. He jumped up from his seat and backed quickly away his eyes open wide at the sight of the ghostly apparition that was floating before him.
"S… S… Sirius?" he managed to stutter out. His heart pounded wildly as he took in the sight of the ghost praying he was really here but not daring to believe it might be true.
"Hey Kiddo." was the reply from the grinning ghost.
"Is it really you?" Harry said his voice barely above a whisper as he asked the only question on his mind at the moment.
"Of course it's me. You don't think I'd leave you behind to deal with the load of crap that gets sent your way on your own do ya? Not a chance! Now come over here and give your favorite godfather a hug." Sirius said holding his arms open wide.
Not thinking about anything but the fact that his godfather was in the room with him Harry ran forward towards the embrace. He closed his eyes as he reached Sirius open arms but instead of being pulled into a hug Harry felt a wave of cold flow through him before landing unceremoniously in a heap on the bed Sirius had been floating in front of. As he shook off the chill and looked up he was greeted by the sight of a ghost doubled over in laughter.
"Sorry Harry I couldn't resist. I guess it's the marauder in Me." he said laughing.
Sirius laughter was infectious and soon Harry found himself laughing as hard as Sirius at the thought of his own stupidity.
"Thanks Sirius, I needed that." he said. As the laughter began to die down it didn't take Harry long to realize that though Sirius was in his room with him he was a ghost and he was a ghost because Harry had gotten him killed.
The tears returned to Harry's eyes as the mirth from Sirius prank vanished. "I'm so sorry Sirius. I didn't mean to get you killed, honestly."
"Hey, it's not your fault Kiddo. I know what happened and why you were there and I should be thanking you for trying to save me."
"But if I'd used the mirror, or listened to Herm…." Harry's self deprecating list was cutoff by Sirius before he could continue.
"No buts! Harry my death was in no way your fault. There's a lot you don't know about what's been going on. I was murdered that day in the Department of Mysteries but not by you. Hell, it wasn't really even Bellatrix that did it."
The comment about Bellatrix got Harry's full attention. "What do you mean? I was there. I saw Bellatrix hit you with the curse that sent you through the veil."
"Yes you were there, and yes you saw Bella hit me with the curse that sent me through the veil but there's a lot more going on than you know. Listen Harry, I'll tell you everything but first I need to know, do you trust me?"
"Of course." Harry quickly replied without a second thought.
"Do you believe me when I say that I will only tell you the truth?" Sirius then asked.
"Yes." Harry said wondering where he was going with this.
"Then the first thing I need you to know and to believe is that you are not the one who is responsible for my death. It's not your fault that I'm a ghost now." Sirius had moved to a position in front of Harry and was kneeling a few inches off the ground so that they were eye to eye. He watched as Harry nodded but he could see in his godson's eyes that he didn't quite believe it.
"Harry I promise you it's not your fault." Sirius reiterated softly and evenly the tone of his voice relaying the truth of his words. He could see the struggle within Harry, he wanted so badly to believe he wasn't the one responsible but he couldn't quite find it within himself to do so. Sirius hoped that by the time he was done explaining everything Harry would understand and stop blaming himself.
"Sirius, why are you here? I talked to Sir Nicholas at school and he said only magical people scared of death became ghosts. He said you wouldn't stay behind."
Sirius grinned as the focus of the conversation began to shift. "I had unfinished business Harry and I get to stay here until it's done."
"When's that?" Harry asked worried that Sirius was going to leave him again.
"My business is looking out for you, so I'll be around as long as you are." he replied giving Harry a large smile.
Harry's happiness was almost palpable in the room. He had Sirius back and he would never leave him.
"Anyway, you need to know what's going on kid. What do you know about why your parent's died?"
Harry quickly sobered at the thought of the Halloween night long ago that had cost him a happy life with his parents. "It was because of the Prophecy, because Voldemort came after me. Dumbledore told it to me the night I came back from the Ministry."
"Yeah, I bet he did." grumbled Sirius.
A look of confusion passed over Harry's face. "What?"
"Oh, never mind. Let me take a guess at what he told you. It was probably… 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies'… Does that sound about right?"
"Yes, that's it exactly. He told me no one else knew about it, how did you know it?"
Sirius was shaking his head, his eyes clearly showing the anger he felt towards Dumbledore. "That's not important, what's important is that it's not the real prophecy."
"It's not? But why would Dumbledore tell it to me if it wasn't real?" asked Harry now thoroughly confused.
"Because he created it to hide the person the real prophecy spoke of and he's still using it for that. Listen Harry, here's the way it really goes… 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to a line which has always defied him, born to the line of the lion. Hidden from the Dark Lord at the cost of the innocent, he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the second month dies.'"
Harry took in the words of the new prophecy trying to work out its meaning and connect all the little dots with the information Sirius was giving him.
After giving Harry a few minutes to absorb the new prophecy Sirius continued. "The first lines obvious so lets start with the second. 'Born to a line which has always defied him, born to the line of the lion.' Do you know anything about Dumbledore's family Harry?"
"Not really, I guess I never even thought he had a family."
"That's because their names were changed during the war with Grindelwald to protect them. They were hidden away so they couldn't be used against him and the name was never changed back later. His line continued through his son eventually coming to a man named Brian Goldman who apparently holds a power similar to Albus Dumbledore's. The Dumbledores are descended from Godric Gryffindor. The second line of the prophecy identifies Godric's line as being the one the savior would be born into which is Dumbledore's line."
Sirius waited a minute making sure Harry was following along before continuing. "That brings us to the third line, 'Hidden from the Dark Lord at the cost of the innocent, he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.'"
Harry slumped sadly realizing what it must mean as he listened to Sirius repeating it. "Me and my parents, we're the innocent."
Sirius nodded. "And Me." he added.
Harry looked up. "Why you?" he asked only to be waived off.
"We'll get to that in a little bit. The rest goes 'And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the second month dies'. The important part of this is 'born as the second month dies'. Brian Goldman was born on February 28th."
"So the real prophecy says that Dumbledore's grandson or whatever is the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord and my family was used to hide that?" Harry asked becoming angry as the pieces started coming together.
"Right in one Harry, Dumbledore modified the first two lines of the prophecy and leaked them to the Dark Lord to hide the fact that it was his family that it was about. Voldemort went after you thinking you were the only one who could defeat him. What Dumbledore didn't know was that when you went into hiding with your parents your mum and dad put a spell on you protecting you with their love. When they died protecting you it sealed the spell and Voldemort's killing curse rebounded on him leaving you with a scar and a weak magical connection to what remained of him. Dumbledore showed up expecting you to be dead. His plan was for Voldemort to think the prophecy had been fulfilled so he wouldn't even think to look for the real one or his grandson but instead you lived and Voldemort was reduced. Apparently he found the magical connection between you two which is how he knew Voldemort was still alive. Knowing he would return someday Dumbledore used magic to tie the connection to your scar and made the scar permanent. If he hadn't the connection would have faded away a long time ago and Madam Pomphrey could have easily removed the scar. He wanted to keep you in place and under his thumb for when Voldemort returned so he sent you here spouting a load of crap about blood protection instead of giving you to me like your parents had specified in their will."
Harry didn't know what to think on one hand he was crying inside over the needless loss of his parents and the life he ended up with. On the other hand he felt a boiling rage welling up inside him over what Dumbledore had done to his family.
"The blood protection isn't real?"
"Yes and no, it's real in that you're blood protects you because of your parents spell and sacrifice but the blood ward crap that Dumbledore's been touting is a load of garbage. You're safe here because of the wards Dumbledore has in place but they're nothing special, you'd actually be safer at Grimmauld Place because of the ancient wards and the Fidilius charm that are on it."
Harry was fuming. Sirius could see his godson clenching his fists and decided he needed to get Harry to calm down a bit before continuing.
"Easy Harry, there's lots more. You need to calm down a bit, think about pretty red heads or bushy haired brunettes, whichever you prefer for a minute." Harry shook his head and a small smile graced his lips at Sirius comments.
"Both?" Sirius asked with a grin.
Not knowing how to respond Harry looked like a stag caught in the headlights and just stuttered trying to come up with a response.
"Oh, so it's smart bushy haired girls then." Harry's godfather stated as though it was a matter of fact.
"Ha! I knew it! You Potter's and your red headed women."
Sirius laughed out loud at the look on Harrys face, he wasn't surprised when Harry didn't deny it even though he didn't admit to it either. Mainly Sirius was just glad he was able to distract Harry for a bit with a normal teenage problem and get him to calm down.
"Anyway getting back to the matter at hand, after Dumbledore put you here he rewrote the rest of the prophecy to fit you and what happened that night and placed it in a globe in the Hall of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries. Like I said, he wanted you in place for when Old Voldy returned."
"What about the memory of Trelawny he showed me with his pensieve?"
"He's a master Occulmens isn't he?" Sirius asked though he clearly wasn't looking for a response to his question. "If you had been taught the art like you were supposed to be you would have learned how to create and feed false memories to someone using Legilimancy on you. That's all he really did was modify his memory of Trelawny giving him the real prophecy to her giving the one he made up and stuck it in a pensieve for you to view."
Harry nodded in understanding. "How do you know all this Sirius? Why didn't you tell me this before?"
Sirius sighed. "That actually brings us back to me being one of the 'innocents' mentioned in the prophecy. I overheard a conversation between Dumbledore and his grandson after an Order meeting at Grimmauld Place not long before the DOM thing. I didn't hear much just something about no one knowing about Brian being Dumbledore's grandson and Brian was saying something about wanting to kill Voldemort quickly to fulfill the prophecy before too many innocent people died. Dumbledore realized I was there and ended the conversation. After Brian left he confronted me wanting to know what I heard. I tried to play dumb but he knew. He threatened me to keep quite about their meeting and left. All kinds of red flags went up in my mind because the prophecy was supposed to be about you. I mean I only knew the first two lines of the false one at the time but it said you were the one with the power to kill the Dark Lord not Brian. Unfortunately before I could figure out what was going on and tell you about it I was sent through the veil."
"I still feel like I'm missing a piece of the story, how does Bellatrix cursing you through the veil make you one of the 'innocents'?" Harry asked.
"I've been doing some poking around since I came back to try and figure out the whole story and when I added everything up it didn't quite work out. Like you just said, there seemed to be a missing piece. So I finally decided to go see my cousin. Aside from you Bella is the only other person that knows I'm back here as a ghost. Did you catch any of the duel I was having with her while the fight was going on in the death chamber?"
"I saw a little bit of it." Harry replied
Sirius smiled at the thought of the duel with his cousin. "If you'd of been able to watch the whole thing you would have noticed she didn't use any unforgivables or dark arts."
Harry looked at Sirius with confusion etched all over his face. That doesn't make sense he thought.
The smile on Sirius face grew even bigger at the look of confusion his godson was giving him and he started nodding. "Yes," he said as he began to see understanding in his godsons eyes, "she wasn't trying to kill me or even hurt me very bad. Hell, we were having fun! The spells we were both using were all minor hexes and jinxes neither of us was casting anything stronger than a stunner. But towards the end it all changed she was hit with the imperious curse and told to use Avada Kedavra on me."
"What!" Harry exclaimed as he sat up straighter his eyes going wide.
"She fought the curse but wasn't able to completely throw its effects and ended up hitting me with a strong spell that threw me through the veil on accident. Like I said, it wasn't really her fault. In fact, she's in a pretty bad way right now too. We were each others favorite cousins when we were younger. We grew apart when Rodolphus dragged her in to the whole Death Eater thing. She never really meant to hurt me. She wants to meet so she can apologize to you Harry."
"Who cast the curse on her?" Harry asked though he suspected he already knew the answer.
Sirius sighed. "You already know but I'll tell you anyway. The voice she heard telling her what to do was Dumbledore's. We think he was in the room invisible when he cast the curse on her because he arrived to 'save the day' right after."
Harry was having trouble deciding weather to be sad or angry. Sirius moved from the chair he was hovering over to the floor in front of Harry. "Harry you need to understand that if I hadn't died that day in the Ministry it would have happened anyway. Dumbledore wanted, no needed me silenced. It's his fault I'm like this and no one else's, especially not yours."
Harry nodded and Sirius was happy to see that Harry now believed it. "So," Sirius said as he moved back to the chair with his trademark mischievous grin firmly in place, "now we just need to figure out what to do about all this. What do you want Harry?"
Harry grinned back at his godfather thrilled that he had been asked what he wanted rather than told what to do for once. "I want out. I want to be normal."
Sirius grin seemed to get impossibly larger. "Then that's what we'll do."
AN: There's the first chapter, I hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think of my story idea. I've worked out an outline and though it will probably change a bit as I go it's currently set to be 30 chapters.
I'm also still trying to figure out whom to pair Harry with. The options I'm considering right now are Hermione, Ginny, Bellatrix, Kaela Moore (an OC witch Harry's age you'll meet later) or none. Let me know what you'd like to see and why.
Again, thanks for reading and please review!