CHAPTER 1 Leaving the Dursley's for the Last Time
Harry's feet slammed into the ground. He looked around as his leg gave way and he fell to the ground. He and Cedric were in a dark and overgrown graveyard. Feeling confused, Cedric and Harry pulled out their wands, not knowing what was coming.
Then through the darkness, they watched a figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Neither Harry nor Cedric could make out the face, but by the way it was walking they could tell it was carrying something.
The figure was now getting closer to the two boys. Harry could make out the thing in the person's arms was a small, ugly baby. Or was it?
The figure stopped six feet away from Cedric and Harry where a towering marble headstone laid. Harry, Cedric, and the short figure just stood there for a second, looking at one another.
Then suddenly, Harry's scar exploded with immense pain. It was far worse than it had ever been his entire life. He dropped his wand and put his hands to his head. Harry dropped to the ground and closed his eyes. His head felt as if it was going to be split open.
Above his head, Harry heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare!"
A green blast shot through Harry's eyelids. Something heavy had fallen next to him. Harry opened his eyes to see what it was.
Cedric Diggory was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.
But as Harry looked at the motionless body, he tried to wake but he couldn't. The graveyard was fading away and he was whisked away into a dimly lit and rectangular room.
Throughout the room, Death Eaters and Order members stared at the new person who had entered the room. Albus Dumbledore.
Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Sirius Black and Bellatix Lestrange. Sirius ducked Bellatrix's jet of red light. He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled.
But a second just of light him square on 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 sank backward through the ragged veil handing from the arch in the center of the room.
Harry's godfather fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil. He could hear Bellatrix's triumphant scream but knew it meant nothing. Harry just waited for Sirius to reappear from the other side any second now.
But Sirius didn't come back.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!"
Harry would run to the curtain and he would pull Sirius back. But as he attempted to reach it, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"
"Get him, save him; he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry-"
"We can still reach him-"
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go….
"There's nothing you can do, Harry…..nothing…….He's gone."
The room began to fade. Darkness surrounded Harry with stars the only light revealing the scene in front of him.
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of a defenseless Dumbledore with his wand raised. But Dumbledore was not shocked or afraid. He was as calm as a cucumber.
Harry had tried desperately to move from his uncomfortable position on the wall, but he could not move any part of his body. Dumbledore had silently placed a Freezing Charm on the sixteen year old boy. He had put the charm on Harry so that he could not get hurt, but he didn't have the time to put a Freezing Charm on Harry and then defend himself from Draco. So while Dumbledore stood wandless in front of Draco, Harry could do nothing but watch.
Suddenly, footsteps were pounding up the stairs, and a second later four people in black robes had bust through the door. Harry gazed in terror upon the four strangers. It seemed the Death Eaters had won the fight below.
The strangers and Dumbledore began to have meaningless small talk. But Harry was too nervous to pay attention. He wanted to yell at them to look at him and distract them from his professor. Harry wanted to put all of the hexes he could think of on them, especially Malfoy. How he would like to get his hands on Malfoy this minute.
But one line caught Harry's attention.
"We've got a problem, Snape," said the lumpy Death Eater," the boy doesn't seem able-"
"Severus…" pleaded Dumbledore.
This frightened Harry beyond anything he had ever experienced all evening. The greatest sorcerer in the world was pleading to Snape. The greasy-haired git who never had a life and the only reason he was not in Azkaban was because of the man standing in front of him, pleading for his life.
Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy out of the way. He gazed at Dumbledore for a moment. Hatred was etched in the hard lines of his face.
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
A jet of green light shot from the end of the wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry tried to scream but nothing came out. He was forced to watch the headmaster blast into the air. For a split second, Dumbledore seemed to hang suspended in the air, and then he fell slowly backward over the battlements and out of sight.
Harry woke up with a start. He was covered in sweat from head to toe and his breathing was short and raspy. For the past two months or so, Harry had been having nightmares about the night on the Astronomy Tower but he had never had a dream like this; a nightmare of all nightmares.
The death of his former Headmaster had defiantly taken a huge toll on him. Dumbledore and Harry had more than a student teacher relationship. In fact, they had a better relationship that most of the Order members had, excluding McGonagall of course.
Dumbledore was like a grandfather to Harry. He always treated Harry different from every other pupil in the school. He was the one of the very few adults Harry could trust. Dumbledore would do anything in his power to help Harry. No matter what Harry had done, Albus Dumbledore was always on his side.
But he couldn't be on his side any longer. And who was to blame? Snape. Malfoy. Voldemort. Harry didn't know, but no matter what his friends said, no matter what the Order said, Harry felt responsible. He could have saved his mentor by just simply dodging the curse that had been thrown at him. But not many people could dodge a curse thrown by the greatest sorcerer in the world.
But the one thing that bothered Harry the most was the fact that Dumbledore had died because of him. If Harry had found out what Malfoy was fixing than the mere wardrobe would have been destroyed. Or if he didn't go with him to the stupid cave for a fake locket than he wouldn't have had the need to use the last spell he would ever do protecting Harry instead of himself.
Besides this isn't the first person who died because of Harry. His parents died because they wanted him to live. Sirius died because he was trying to save Harry who was trying to save Sirius who actually wasn't in trouble. Then of course Cedric died because he was transported with Harry to the graveyard and the only reason why he was in the graveyard in the first place was because Harry had to be his humble self and told them the should share the glory.
A tear rolled down Harry's face. Since he had come home all he seemed to do was grieve and cry. He knew he had to be strong for his sake and the sake of the Wizarding World. They needed him to bring them out of the darkness.
But when did Harry get his chance to rely on someone? The world gave him very little and even when he got something precious, it was taken away from him quickly. If Harry had even gotten close to relying on someone who was older than him, the world would just take it back, as if it was a horrible gift that needed to be returned.
Harry felt childish for thinking that. He had plenty of people who loved him and would help him through anything, and he was taking advantage of it. Harry was being selfish. It was time he grew up and know that you can't have everything you want. But did he?
Just then a knock on Harry's window brought him out of his small daze. He stood up and glanced at the clock on his bedside. It was 6:30. His nightmare had been longer than he had thought. Of course reliving your three worst memories was not that quick.
Harry opened the window and three owls flew in. Two of the owls he didn't know but the smallest one he recognized as Pig. The largest owl of the three was carrying some sort of package. The last of the three owls was carrying the Daily Prophet.
Harry untied the newspaper and paid the owl. The owl immediately took flight after the money was secure. The owl with the package hooted impatiently for him to take it. After the package was off his leg, the owl also left quickly into the sunrise.
Pig was tired but stuck out his leg like a good owl. Harry untied the letter and brought the small owl over to Hedwig's empty cage. She was still out hunting. Pig drank from her water bowl and fell asleep on the perch.
Harry decided to look at package first. It was small and square. Who would send him a package? It wasn't his birthday yet.
He opened the letter that laid on top of the package.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased with your purchase of item 234324654. If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to owl us.
John Michaels C.E.O. of Jewels and Gems
Harry knew what the package was right away. He had ordered it a couple of days before the Death Eater attack. Harry put the package into his trunk and turned his attention toward the letter Pig had brought.
How are you doing mate? I hope the Muggles are treating you alright. I don't know when exactly but the Order is going to pick you up sometime before your birthday. My dad said make sure your trunk is packed.
Harry was thrilled about the news. Finally, someone was going to take him away from this place he called 'home' for the last time. He wouldn't have to come back here as long as he lived. He didn't have to spend another summer with the people who hate him more than life itself.
Harry put the thoughts about his unbearable relatives aside and grabbed the newspaper that was in front of him. He scanned through the contents and noticed the usually news that was happening lately; Muggle deaths, wizard tortures, and Ministry workers deaths.
Basically, Voldemort was causing the same amount of havoc he did in the First War. Something needed to be done and needed to be done quick. Harry needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Harry's stomach began to growl. He'd just have to wait defeating the greatest Dark Lord for a spot of breakfast.
He exited his small bedroom and walked down the stairs two at a time. Harry was grateful his hateful relatives had basically left him alone this summer. They had not asked him to do any of the house chores or lawn work. It had been one of the 'best', if you could say that, summers with them.
His aunt was busy cutting up grapefruits. While she was still as skinny as a rail, her other family members were not. Dudley was still needed on his diet and couldn't get knickerbockers big enough for him.
Her husband was also not doing to well. A few months previous, he had been diagnosed with various heart complications, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol. The doctor had basically stated that Vernon needed to put off some weight or die.
His uncle was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and taking an occasionally sip of his coffee. Vernon's six chins were dangling above his empty plate as he stomach growled. He did not like his diet one bit. As the man of the house, Vernon tried to stop this cruel diet, but gave when Petunia began to cry. He made a promise to himself that he would try to do his best.
Dudley was watching the small television in the kitchen. While most of his body was still pure fat, he had gained some muscle over the past few months from the wrestling. Even though Dudley was too terrified to, he desperately wanted to pulverize his cousin to pulp. But not wanting a pig tail again, he kept his fists to himself.
When Harry entered the room, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at him. Harry sat at the table and looked at his uncle. "People will be coming to pick me up sometime soon," said Harry. He was careful not to say wizards as he knew what would happen if he did.
His uncle's face turned a dark purple and stared at Harry with anger. "Oh no! I'm not having more of your kind destroying my fireplace," shout Uncle Vernon as he put his paper down.
"They fixed it, didn't they?" retorted Harry. His uncle was perplexed and shut his mouth. Aunt Petunia had brought over the fruit shortly after and they all began to eat.
"So you will be leaving for the last time?" asked his uncle as he took a small bite of the fresh fruit. "Didn't think I'd remember what that Dublebore person said last year, did you?"
Harry looked up. His anger started to bubble up inside of him. How dare he speak about Dumbledore in that matter. If he wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school, Harry would have cursed his uncle so badly his sister would feel it.
"Yes, I won't ever come back. The blood protection wares off when I turn seventeen and we won't ever have to see each other again." Harry jumped out of his chair and ran up the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door and lay down on the small bed.
"Only a few little while left," thought Harry.
As he laid down on the uncomfortable mattress, Harry thought about what he must do. He had to find out who R.A.B. is and see where he put the locket. He had to find the power that the Dark Lord knew not. He needed to know what the final horcrux was. But most importantly he needed to find the remaining horcruxes and kill Voldemort for once and for all.
After a battle with his mind, Harry had fell into another uneasy sleep.
The night was dark and cold. Harry's trunk was packed and Hedwig had flown to the Burrow with Pig that afternoon. It was nearly midnight now and some members of the Order were downstairs preparing to take Harry away from his aunt and uncle's house one last time. But even though he was packed, Harry didn't feel ready.
They had come to the house earlier in the evening, but Harry did not bother acknowledging their presences. He stayed up in his room and let the Order deal with his relatives. By the amount of voices he heard, there were quite a few members downstairs. Harry knew they would be coming up to get him soon but he spent the free time staring at space and be caught into his thoughts.
Harry started to think about Dumbledore, again. He knew it wasn't healthy to keep dwelling on the past, but he couldn't help it. It was just something that he couldn't stop thinking about, no matter how hard he tried.
Harry also knew that Dumbledore wouldn't want him to waste his time grieving on him while he could spend his valuable time working on destroying Voldemort. Besides, only time could tell how much longer Harry would actually be on this Earth.
Harry was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't even realize Tonks had entered the room. "You alright Harry?" she asked.
Harry jumped five feet into the air as Tonks gave a small giggle. She knew that he was too busy with his own thoughts and that he wouldn't notice her presence. It was an added bonus that she got to startle him.
"Fine," he lied.
"Are you sure? You look a bit off." Harry nodded.
Tonks knew he was lying but decided not to press it further. After all, it would be easier for him to tell his problems to his friends of seven years than an acquaintance he knew for a mere two years.
"Well, okay then. Let's get your stuff downstairs. It's about time to go."
Tonks levitated Harry's trunk to float beside her as Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage. The two exited the bedroom and headed down the stairs.
"What's going to happen to the Dursleys' after we leave?" Harry asked. He knew that they couldn't be too safe knowing that they are the only living relatives of the famous Harry Potter.
"There will be Aurors all over Privet Drive for awhile. But I highly doubt the Death Eaters would come," Tonks replied.
"It would be too obvious. There are Aurors and members from the Order all over the place. It would be too risky. Many of them would be caught before they even reached the house. They wouldn't dare come here until the a few months from now."
"But why are so many people here if Death Eaters won't come?"
"Well, you never want to underestimate your enemy, especially You-Know-Who. Plus you know Moody. When doesn't he add extra protection? Plus it's 'The Chosen One' we're taking care of." Harry chuckled. He hadn't have done that in a while and he missed it.
Harry and Tonks had finally entered the living room. Lupin, Moody, Mr. Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, and Hestia Jones were waiting for him. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were in their night things, sitting on one of the couches. They were not pleased that more of 'his kind' were in the house but kept their best to keep quiet.
Dudley tried to hide himself between his parents, but failed horribly. His father may have been gigantic but his mother's small size didn't help. Ever since his little encounter with Hagrid, he never felt safe around wizards, especially if they like Harry.
"Hi Harry!" wizards yelled as they saw him enter the room.
"Hi," he replied as Lupin walked toward him.
"Listen, Harry, we'll be apparating to the Burrow once you say your goodbyes," said Lupin. "You'll side apparate with me and Tonks, Moody, and Arthur will follow after us. The others will stay here and guard your relatives." Harry nodded and turned toward his relatives who all had dirty looks on their faces.
"Well, goodbye. I don't think we'll be seeing each other again. Thank you for taking care of me for all these years." Harry held back all the rude comments that had just entered his mind. How he wished he could tell them off, but he knew he mustn't.
Even though they were the people who stuffed the young child in a small cupboard and barely fed him, didn't mean he could say inappropriate comments to them. Harry knew he was never loved by them and he never loved them, but he still couldn't find it in himself to curse these horrid people into abomination. Harry was too nice of a guy for his own good.
"Bye," they grunted.
Harry grabbed onto Lupin's arm and he got that feeling of being sucked through a tube. He still wasn't use to it even though he had done it several times before. People said he would get used to it eventually, but when. Harry was starting to get sick and felt like he was going to throw up.
Finally, they were on a hill a little ways from the Burrow. It was like heaven.
"Let's wait for the others and then we'll head for the Burrow," said Lupin.
Harry was about to open his mouth when Lupin responded," The Weasley's had put a non-apparation charm on their house for extra protection. You never can be too careful these days."
Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Moody had finally arrived a few seconds later and the four of them headed toward the Burrow. If only Harry knew what lied ahead for the next year or so.
Sorry about the slow updates and I promise new ones soon. I've just been so busy. I know that's not an excuse but I'm almost done.