War of Wills
Heather Order of the Phoenix
Pairings: H/Susan Bones
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Rating: PG-13 Parents Strongly Cautioned.
This story contains some material that many parents would find unsuitable for children under 13 years of age. Parents are strongly urged to exercise greater care in, and are cautioned against letting children under the age of 13 read this story unattended. This story contains one or more of the following: intense violence, intense sexual situations, strong coarse language, or intensely suggestive dialogue.
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Author's Notes: Some elements of HBP will be included, not the plot, just characters maybe a few other things.
His Will Be Done
"The first time I saw Sirius he was hidden in an alleyway watching me board the Knightbus. 'Course I didn't know it was him at the time, seeing as how he was a dog and all."
Harry Potter stood at the lectern, squeezing the sides of the level portion, trying in vain to muster enough courage to continue. His black dress robes hung on him rather uncomfortably in the summer heat. He tried to focus his eyes on the parchment that lay before him: notes, memories, things he wanted to say to those that knew Sirius Black best before the unfortunate event of mid-June.
His eyes, however, would not obey.
They sealed themselves shut in an intense burning as the messy-haired boy flashed back to the scene deep in the Ministry of Magic, the scene that haunted him relentlessly for the last four weeks. The sounds of magical firefight echoed in his ears. Flashes of red, green, and blue darted before his eyes. Then the sound of his own voice as he screamed for his godfather …
"Harry?" someone said.
His eyes snapped open and he blinked once to clear his vision.
"Erm … He saved my life -- Sirius did."
Something didn't sound right. Like he had forgotten a large amount of his pre-planned eulogy. He turned to look at the memorial that Dumbledore had erected in memory of those that had fallen since the beginning of the Second War of Voldemort. Bertha Jorkins, Cedric Diggory, and Sirius Black's images were etched in bronze at chest level on a placard secured on a white marble pyramid style monolith standing some ten feet in height.
Plenty of room for so many more …
"So did Cedric -- he saved me too."
Turning back around, Harry's face was paler than before and the early afternoon sun, high behind him, exaggerated the shadows hanging under his eyes. He would like to think at the end of it all, he and Cedric had become friends. And Harry knew he had a tendency to have people close to him die rather gruesomely.
Bile rose in Harry's throat and he swallowed reflexively.
"But I'm here to talk about Sirius -- the guy that laughed at Bellatrix Lestrange seconds before she …"
He swallowed again.
"Seconds before she …"
"Harry?" This time the voice came with a hand, a comforting hand that Harry jerked away from.
"Seconds before she killed him in front of my eyes," he spat with acid-like venom.
His vision blurred for another moment as he stared out into the small crowd of people mostly comprised of surviving members of the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore sat up front with a somber look upon his face. If possible Harry thought he looked even older than he did only a month ago when he wrought so much damage upon the Headmaster's office.
Molly Weasley was holding both her hands over her mouth in horror-filled shock at what he had just said. Ginny, sitting beside her had hard eyes emoting her own frustration and anger at what had happened.
Remus Lupin had flinched when Harry spoke his final word.
Hagrid sat in mournful silence clutching the hand of Madam Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy.
He eyed the rest of the Order in turn, cursing each and every one of them silently in his heart. Cursing them for not letting Sirus participate more in the goings-on within, for keeping himself in the dark all of last year in regard to his own participation in the war on Voldemort, for lying to him about the safety of his friends and himself at Hogwarts, for … for not letting him follow his godfather through to the other side.
"Sirius was the only one of you that believed in me enough to tell me the truth, or as much as you would allow him to tell me."
"Harry," the voice said accompanied again by the comforting hand.
He swung to the side. "Get off me, Hermione!"
She snapped backward at the force of Harry's voice and almost tripped before Ron Weasley grabbed her up. Harry paused, and the look of sorrow and apology rose to his eyes before he turned back to the small crowd.
"In memory of Sirius Black I will do what I am supposed to do. In the memory of my Godfather I will be there when Lestrange and Voldemort are captured or cornered. And in memory of the three people that have been murdered I will murder them in turn."
At that, Harry turned and left the dais and his parchment full of notes … full of empty platitudes, behind.
On a small branch that hung over the stunned crowd sat a small beetle with a distinct dotted pattern of circles around its eyes thought to itself, "Oh, now that is interesting!"
Sitting behind a desk at the Diagon Alley division of the Daily Prophet a woman in her mid-forties tickled the edge of her jaw line with an elaborately poofy pink quill as she contemplated her forthcoming byline.
"Potter Implodes!" she tested to her own ears. "No, too dramatic."
One side of her mouth crinkled up. "How about 'Potter Breaks Down'?"
Her heavily penciled brow creased. "Rita, you've lost your flair for the fun tagline."
"How about 'Potter Vows Revenge upon Cowardly Death Eaters'?" a familiar voice called from the door to her newly reinstated office.
Her eyes shot up to find the wizarding world's favorite topic of discussion leaning against the doorjamb. "Or maybe 'Potter tells How Six School Children Beat Voldemort's Best'? Is that catchy enough for your readers."
Sensing another tell-all interview Rita Skeeter almost leaped from her chair. "Harry! Come in. Come in. Have a seat." She swept around her desk, pulling a chair out for the person who single handedly returned her career to its former glory, as she conveniently set aside that it was one of his best friends that destroyed her career in the first place.
Potter's Vow: Duel to the Death
Well, dear readers, it seems Cassandra Trelawney's great-great-granddaughter isn't the fraud she's pretending to be these last sixteen years. According to Harry Potter she personally has recited five detailed prophecies that have all come true.
"She's not like she is when she's in class, all 'Look into the Great Beyond' and whatever prattle she spouting in the current week. When she telling a true prophecy her voice gets dark and hollow. She literally turns into a different person. Oh yeah, she's for real."
In a revealing interview with yours truly, Harry listed the details of the Battle at the Department of Mysteries that Minister Fudge has been trying to cover up, unsuccessfully, this past month.
"V (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named), was after a prophecy Professor Trelawney made before I was born. He knew it was true and it was why my parents were killed. It was why he came after me then and has come after me every year for the last six years."
When I asked what was so important about a prophecy sixteen years old and what it could possibly have to do with the re-rise of the Dark Lord, The-Boy-Who-Lived responded dryly, "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 the Dark Lord will die at the hand of the One for the One cannot truly live while the Dark Lord survives."
Needless to say, dear reader, your intrepid reporter was somewhat taken aback. It seems that, yes, Lily and James Potter had indeed defied Him three times, and Harry was born at the end of July (as the seventh month dies). We have all witnessed, at one time or another the Mark the Dark Lord has left behind, located so blatantly on Harry's forehead in the shape of a lightening bolt.
Harry went on to explain that there was one other boy who could have been suspect, but the Dark Lord met his match before he had the chance to face Neville, the son of legendary Auror's Alice and Frank Longbottom.
The very same Neville Longbottom who stood side by side with his closest friend Harry Potter as they alone faced the wrath of Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, Walden McNair, Phillip Mulciber, Imabig Nott, and Augustus Rookwood, while their friends lay injured in other portions of the Ministry.
"We had to lead them away so the others could escape and bring the Aurors. I had what they wanted, the prophecy, and Neville wouldn't leave me to battle them all alone."
After clearing what seemed to be a painful lump in his throat he continued. "Ginny's (Weasley) leg was broken, Luna (Lovegood) had been slammed into a wall and knocked unconscious, Ron (Weasley) had been attacked by some sort of brain thing with tentacles while he was suffering from a Intoxication Jinx that he had been hit with, and Hermione (Granger) was a victim of the Flaming Vex Hex.
"We had to give Ginny time to revive Luna and get help. It was the two of us against nine of V's best Death Eaters and they still couldn't beat us. Neville fought off the Cruciatus Curse and he still battled Bellatrix Lestrange moments after."
Dear reader, at this point if I hadn't seen with my own eyes the list of Death Eaters that was recited earlier in this article ushered out to Azkaban I would have tossed the Boy-Who-Lived out on his buttocks for spinning the most unbelievable tale of self-absorption worthy only of Cornelius Fudge. However Harry's tale was not over.
"She killed him … my Godfather, Sirius Black."
The very same Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban Prison and was accused of revealing the location of the Potter home to the Dark Lord resulting in the death's of Harry's parents. According to my sources deep within the Wizengamot Minister Fudge is under investigation for not opening an inquiry to the innocence of Black. (See previous article concerning the non-death of Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail)
"Bellatrix Lestrange killed him. That's why I'm here."
The meat of the matter had presented itself, dear reader.
"When Dumbledore had arrived and the majority of the Death Eaters had been rounded up, I chased after the only one who got away, Lestrange. I had her right where I wanted when V finally showed his snake face and saved her."
Harry went on to describe his battle with the Dark Lord to a standstill when Dumbledore show up to help out.
"He ran like the coward he is -- he and her both. Too cowardly to face a old man on his last years of life and a fifth-year Gryffindor with a useless DADA teacher who was a Ministry plant because Fudge wanted to control Hogwarts. We hadn't been taught anything last year. Fudge saw to that. So it was like I was a fourth-year. V was facing what amounted to a fourth year and he ran like a scared baby, crying that it wasn't fair."
The Boy-Who-Lived turned very serious as he sat straight up.
"I'm here to tell everyone what happened, but that's not all. I'm here to issue a warning to Bellatrix Lestrange and Lord Crybaby, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle born to a Pure-blooded witch and a Muggle father … which I believe makes him a Half-Blood. I'm coming for you. It's time I fulfilled the prophecy. I know what power I have that you 'know not' and I know how to use it so well. Now you know the Prophecy. Let's quit playing games, Riddle. You know how to contact me."
"Oh, Harry, this isn't good. This isn't good at all," Hermione Granger whispered as she laid aside the Daily Prophet and stared out her bedroom window.
Not too far away at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place at a current meeting of the Order of the Phoenix Headmaster Albus Dumbledore dropped the paper on the basement kitchen's only table. "Harry, what have you done?"
"Oh, wow," commented Neville Longbottom from the Longbottom Estate north of London.
"Well I looked like a complete twit, being attacked by a brain of all things." Ron Weasley commented right before his sister smacked him on the side of his head with the palm of her hand. "Oww! Well he could have made something up like … Oww! Quit hitting me!"