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A/N: This is a new attempt to rewrite my truly terrible Sorcery, UNITed, Independence, Space, which was one of my first stories. I'm deleting the chapters of it and replacing it with this.
This story is at its core still the same story, I've just trimmed away everything that was a lot of rambling. Horcruxes now exist in this version, but that's the only part of HBP that I've included in the story. This is still a post-Order of the Phoenix story.
"My name is Harry James Potter, and this" Harry paused to breathe, he had been forcing himself to do this over the past few hours. He knew he was on the verge of carbon dioxide poisoning. He had to push a button every so often to engage the C02 scrubbers. The interference from the horcruxes and Voldemort's body within the box he lying beside prevented most of the systems, despite what his new associates knew about magic, from working efficiently.
"Deep breath Harry, not too deep, breathe." He said to himself.
He was used to talking to himself, the long times spent in the cupboard, forced in by his relatives made him speak long to himself, to the spiders. In fact to anyone who might provide him with conversation, because the people who lived beside him every day, certainly would not, would never engage him in conversation. Orders perhaps, insults yes, though never conversation. Sometimes sympathy, he had seen that on occasion from his aunt.
"This is where I die, or maybe where I live." He chuckled.
In the beginning…
Sirius was dead. Harry thought to himself for the thousandth time and he was to blame for it.
Harry stared at the ceiling, the cool air of the outside coming into his room, he'd left the window open; Hedwig was out hunting. At least one of them could get out of the room, his relatives possibly under instructions from Professor Dumbledore had not allowed him to leave the house.
Harry closed his eyes again, hoping for sleep, or some distraction, even the pain of Voldemort attempting to enter his mind would at least be a distraction from his thoughts at the moment.
"Hello Harry." Said a voice in the gloom. Harry blinked and reached up to his face to remove his glasses, but found them not to be there. He had several dreams like this, usually when he'd been younger, when Dudley thought it was hilarious to steal his glasses and then lead him to the cooker where he'd burn his hands or other things. Though those burns were nothing compared to the quill he'd been forced to use by Umbridge, that pain had cut through him, more than he liked to admit.
"S…Sirius." Harry stared at the ghostly figure, translucent against the black void that he was standing in.
"You're…you're not dead?" Harry said looking to the man who he thought might one day take him away from the pain and hurt that was his life.
"No. You saw Bella shoot me, I fell into the veil. There's no escape from that."
"The what?" Harry asked, there were, once again tears in his eyes.
"I'm an after-image, left in your mind, an impression, from all the times we spent together, something to help you work this through." The mirage of Sirius said.
"So, you're not real, I'm just talking to myself." Harry surmised to himself and the image or Sirius.
"Everyone talks to themselves Harry. But this" he gestured the void that had now become a study with a silently crackling fire "is where you can work stuff out, stuff that's been going on this past year, these past years, things you already know yourself, you just need to work it through. Think of me as a foil, bounce ideas off."
Harry thought about this for a moment, he knew that magic was part of him, that it was part of the world, could this be magic? Or was it just his subconscious working the events through.
"You've already started to think about it. See, I'm a bit of both, maybe I'm one or the other, it shouldn't matter, just work the ideas through it'll all work out. So what's troubling you?" Sirius, or whatever he was sat down into the chair by the fire as though he'd been here before.
"Was it my fault you died?" Harry said staring with newly formed tears in his eyes, he wanted to be sure.
"You already know the answer to that one, but let me tell you what you've already been thinking. Dumbledore said you should learn occlumency, to protect you from Voldemort." Sirius paused waiting for Harry.
"And he got the one person, the one person who has hated me from the get go, him; Snape to teach me."
"Yes, and whilst you tried with him he pushed and never helped. Dumbledore didn't either, he didn't stop Umbridge or Snape. Why?" Sirius looked into Harry's eyes waiting for him to answer.
"Why indeed." Harry started to ponder this, why didn't Dumbledore help? He was the Supreme Mugwump after all.
"Why didn't he help you initially, Why did Dumbeldore disappear for so much of last year, Why wasn't he there during the Philosopher's Stone incident, why was it me and Ron that went down into the Chamber of Secrets in what was supposedly the safest school in Great Britain?" Sirius nodded at Harry. Harry could feel the gears in his head shift into gear, looking back on the events that had shaped that past few years, Dumbledore was always there, never when he needed him most but always to put the right hand on his shoulder, always ready to say the right things to him, to push him to make him put his trust in Dumbeldore.
"I can almost hear the gears in your head shifting." Sirius reached forward to and poked the fire with the metal stake it crackled making noise for the first time.
"Oh my god. Sirius, he was there every way, all the times, guiding me pushing me." Harry felt sick now that he was working it all out.
"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…" Harry whispered the prophecy to himself. Thinking back over the trials he had faced, summoning Godric's sword, killing the Basilisk, showing the ultimate mercy to his parent's betrayer, defeating Quirrell;. Even the DA, becoming a leader, believing in people, fighting Voldemort all of the time…
"Yes Harry…" Sirius said looking away from the fire to him once more.
"He's been sculpting me, leading me in the right direction, making sure I was for the light all the way, ready to go just outside the lines when he wanted. He wanted to see how strong he was. He kept you locked up knowing you'd come. I…think…I'm…going…to…bed…sick" Harry said slowly.
"Yes I would too if I were in your position. I guess I am in many ways."
Why would he do this?
"Why…?" Harry whispered into the fire, not trusting his voice,
"You know, you've heard the prophecy. Come on think it through, what does Dumbledore like?" Sirius stood up next to Harry staring at the dancing flames.
"Sweets?" Harry asked.
Sirius chuckled. "Deeper, what does he do, both officially and unofficially?"
"He's the headmaster, and he's the head of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry stared back into the fire not thinking.
"And what do those two things give him?"
What, what? What did those two things give him, the ability to be odd, deranged, slightly mad at the best of times. He did defeat Grindelwald…but what…
"You're getting there."
"Why can't you tell me?" Harry looked irritably at Sirius, he looked back arching his eye brow.
"Yes I know, just a foil. What does that give him? He already has a reputation…." Harry stared off thinking about all the events "Control, he has ultimate control, over what we learn, he's also the head of the Order, that means he's got power, power over the school and his own little militia for this war."
But that's not it, why me….
"I'm the power, he wants to control me…"
"But, I'm distressed, I smashed up his office, I'm all alone now, he's been there all along, but right now I'm outside his control. What…he's going to want me in his control…" Harry was getting into the idea, not in a good way.
"So he's going to do something for you, something you wanted from when you learnt about it."
"He's going to offer me something…something prestigious…something he thinks I've wanted all along…" Harry chuckled pulling himself out of the chair. "He's going to induct me into the Order of the Phoenix." It dawned on him, Harry Potter member of the Order of the Phoenix, a sign to all in the wizarding world that Albus Dumbledore had Harry Potter on his side.
"But…" His psyche or Sirius or whatever prompted.
"But, he doesn't just need me, he needs to know what's going on with Tom… Why did that come into my head?" Harry said looking at Sirius.
"Your's thinking now, pulling all these ideas together like string, you start to make connections. What connects Dumbledore, and Tom, besides your good self." Harry walked back to his chair but continued to stare into the void behind Sirius.
"Snape. Snape taught me occlumency. Snape is Dumbledore's most trusted spy. Snape is obviously good at what he does or Tom would have spotted him ages ago. Snape was asked by Dumbledore to teach me occulmency. Snape told me to clear my mind opening it…." It was like a huge set of doors slammed open as Harry understood it all.
"Oh… Dumbledore wanted some way to see into what Tom is doing, Snape doesn't see everything, he wants a conduit, someone to see through his eyes." Harry was breathing hard. "It wasn't to protect me it was to open me up to whatever he sent down the link, Dumbles would be there to comfort me and I'd feel like a member of the Order giving information. I'd be controlled, sculpted by him ready as a final weapon." Harry sat down with a thump. He could hear a tapping, he assumed it was the fire.
"So I worked it out." Harry said to himself.
"On your own."
"Sirius, you're not really here, you're dead." Harry looked up, sadness in his eyes, but no longer upset or angry with himself.
"Yes you know it. And now you're thinking where do you go now…"
"Yes." There was a tapping again, Harry still ignored it.
"Think about it." Prompted the dream-Sirius.
"He's going to give me time, though not too much, he wouldn't want me to figure it out, but I can't do anything."
Yes I can, what did Hermione say 'there's loads of old books that aren't even in the restricted section in the Black library'.
"Funny thing memory, you remember things that you weren't even paying attention to." Sirius got up and started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Harry ran to catch up with Sirius as they walked further into the void. There was louder tapping.
"I'm always here, I am you, just think about everything that happened, you need to get around the fences that they put up before you can explore the forest."
"And I thought Dumbledore was cryptic, now I'm doing it to myself." .Tap.
"What is that noise?" Harry said suddenly.
"An owl." Sirius said and disappeared into the void.
"An owl, who could…."
Harry nearly fell out of his bed he rose so quickly, all the information he had worked out still in his head. He went to brush tears away as had become the norm after his dreams of Sirius, but found that there were none. Hedwig gave a mournful hoot, and looked to the window which had closed itself enough not to let owls in, despite that Hedwig was inside.
Harry followed her line of sight and saw a brown school owl frantically tapping on the window, he didn't let it in, but took the letter nonetheless.
While Sirius's death must still lie heavily on you I must ask you to listen.
There are things that you now know that no one should even have the possibility of finding out, as such the Order will be bringing you to Grimmauld Place in 2 weeks. I believe this is the best course of action.
Disregard any mail from anyone besides myself, the owls are not safe, burn any letters your receive.
It is essential you do not communicate with anyone.
Do not leave the house, it is not safe in the current climate.
Harry glared at the letter before opening the window letting the owl out.
Things were going to change, but first Harry needed to work out a plan for himself.
Mostly this is a rewrite with stuff removed from the original chapter 1. Significantly there's a new intro into the chapter which ties into the end of this story