"HARRY, LOOK OUT!" Sirius Black yelled as he pushed his godson out of the way of a red unforgivable curse. Sirius rolled off the boy who smiled and said "Thanks." Before jumping up and running towards the center of the battle. Sirius, too, stood and began battling with a cloaked and masked Death Eater. As he battled, he couldn't help but wonder if young Harry Potter was going to make it out of this. 'He's only just left school and he's battling the most feared man on this planet!' He thought angrily as he successfully stunned the man and put anti-apparation spells on him. Suddenly, the battlefield seemed to thin and the Death Eaters were either falling or apparating away. Sirius continued stunning the escaping hooded figures, his mind still on Harry.
Harry, on the other hand, was quite busy, his mind on trying to survive. He was standing, face to face with the Dark Lord Voldemort, trying his best to hide his fear as the evil man sent his third killing curse at him. Harry sent the "Rictosempra!" knowing it wouldn't stop him but might buy him a bit of time to do, something... Seeing Voldemort duck away from the curse he took this time to bring out his sword and run towards him. Voldemort turned just as Harry brought the sword down on his shoulder. He let out a howl of pain, and was about to throw a killing curse at him but Harry plunged the thin sword into his heart. Dark black blood became visible on his black robes, shimmering in the moon light (A/N not full moon) Voldemort screamed with pain as Harry began to use all his magical energy to get rid of the man. Voldemort was obviously close to death as he whispered, "Valmorra!" before letting death come over him. As soon as his eyes closed, a huge green light hit Harry, knocking him off his feet and making a large booming noise echo through out the Hogwarts grounds.
Sirius gasped as a strong gale hit him and the others, all of them being blown over. When the wind had settled, Sirius looked up and saw Remus struggling to stand up, his robes torn and battered. Sirius jumped up and pulled him to his feet.
"Where's Harry?" asked Remus, brushing off his shabby robes.
"I-I don't know..." Sirius stuttered, looking around the battlefield. He saw Hermione, Ginny, and the other Weasleys (minus Percy...) running towards them.
"Sirius," Ginny gasped out of breath. "Have you seen Harry?"
"No, we were just about to look for him."
And so they all began searching the grounds, and when Ginny's scream echoed through the grounds they knew she had found something. A bloody mass of robes lay on the ground, all that was left of Voldemort.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, almost on the verge of tears.
"Harry!" Sirius yelled making everyone turn to Sirius who was crouched down over none other then Harry Potter.
Harry groaned as the concerned face of Sirius swam into his range of vision.
"Harry!" he yelled, making several other blurry figures move towards him. "Harry, can you hear me?"
"Sirius..." Harry groaned, fighting hard to stay conscious but was loosing. Sirius grabbed Harry's hand, and held it tightly.
"It's going to be ok, Harry!" Sirius said anxiously, squeezing his hand tighter.
"Some one get some medi-wizards over here!" Sirius yelled, then turned back to Harry and gasped. Harry smiled as the warm sensation took over him, but frowned inwardly as Sirius suddenly grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him.
"Harry! Harry!" Sirius yelled at him. Harry moved his mouth but no words came out. Sirius's eyes were beginning to water as Harry began to glow brightly, trying desperately to find out what was happening to his godson. He began to shimmer and was soon becoming almost completely see-through.
"What's happening to him?" a wail next to him that he noticed at once as Ginny's cried.
"I don't know, Voldemort must have cast a spell on him!" Sirius said furiously, whispering words under his breath and waving his wand at Harry.
Harry took one deep breath and was able to mutter "Valmorra..." before completely disappearing and leaving a crying Ginny, a confused Weasley family, and two very sad and unsure Remus and Sirius.
Harry groaned again as he stood up and looked around. The blood red sun was rising in the sky making the morning dew drops glint and gleam. He looked down at himself and found that he was completely covered in blood. 'Well, this isn't the best way to enter Hogwarts.' Harry thought as he reached into his pocket had pulled out a black long cloak. Of course, he had recognized exactly where he was, he was on the Hogwarts grounds. He also noticed that the ground didn't look like the largest battle to date between wizards had taken place here, meaning, he wasn't at the Hogwarts he knew. Carefully concealing all of his blood stained golden with red trim cloak, he walked towards the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He pushed open the large oak doors to the great hall, causing everyone to freeze and look up. Seeing the mysterious man, Dumbledore had sprung to his feet and drew out his wand.
"No need to remove that wand from your pocket, friend." Harry said loudly so he could be sure that he had heard. He limped towards the teachers table, though not many noticed this. Dumbledore, being the ever observant person he was, noticed this and frowned.
"What are you doing here? If you call yourself a friend, then why cover yourself with that hood?" Harry stopped, halfway towards the teachers table, and raised his head.
"Well, I simply didn't think these students would want me to see me in this condition."
"What do you mean by that?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Well, I just got back from a, er, minor, er, skirmish."
"If you are speaking the truth, then please remove your cloak." Harry raised his arm and grabbed the hood.
"As you wish, I don't know how bad I look, haven't seen a mirror for a while." Everyone gasped as one as the man lowered his hood. An exact replica of James Potter stood there in bloodstained robes of gold and red. His face was covered in scratches and burns and bruises. A long thin scar ran down his forehead shaped like a bolt of lightning, and happened to be bleeding badly. As everyone gasped, Harry smiled.
"I look that bad, do I?"
"A minor skirmish?" shrieked a younger Madam Pomfrey, who had jumped from her seat and ran towards him.
"You like you could have walked out of the greatest battle of the wizarding world."
"You could say that." Harry said thoughtfully, before pushing the medi-witch away from him and turning back to Dumbledore.
"I am here to ask if there is a teaching position open."
Dumbledore's brow furrowed as he said, "The Defense Against the Darks Arts position is free."
"Great! My favorite subject!" Harry smiled and rubbed his hands together, "Mind if I speak to you about it in your office?"
"In your condition?" Dumbledore eyed him uneasily.
Harry looked himself up and down. "I've been worse." Harry said with a shrug.
"I have yet to know your name." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile. He was beginning to like this young man, acted just like James Potter.
"Harry er, Port!" Harry said happily following the headmaster out of the room.
'Well, this couldn't be going better, could it?' Harry thought happily as he climbed up the staircase, speaking to Dumbledore about the DADA position.
A/N Pretty short, I know, but I planning on updating if I get a grand total of five reviews! Preferably more, but anyway! If I get 5 reviews I'll try and post the next chapter by Saturday afternoon! Review plz!