Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they are the property of JK Rowling
Summary: Harry is a mage, a very powerful kind of wizard…also Hermione is one, and Dumbledore trains them…Voldemort is a sorcerer, an evil mage…and trains two people of his own…who are those people? Will Harry be able to destroy Voldemort?
A/N: This is my first fic, so please R/R!!
Chapter One
"Thoughts"
As the Hogwarts Express left Hogsmeade station, full of students returning home, an old wizard stood on the platform. He was lost in his thoughts.
"Albus…let's return to the castle…"
He nodded, and slowly started to move. He was Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The woman with him was Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor in the school.
Dumbledore continued to think about one student, while returning to the castle: Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived…the boy who defeated Voldemort, the strongest Dark Wizard of the century, at the age of one. The only person who had survived the Killing Curse.
In the last few years, Harry had faced Voldemort many times, in every form: a soul in Professor Quirrel's body in his first year or a memory who used a basilisk against him in his second year. He had duelled with the Dark Lord himself, in his fourth year, after having won the Triwizard Tournament. Only few days ago, in the Department of Mysteries, he faced with five other students a group of Death Eaters, until the Order of the Phoenix arrived to help them.
Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had been killed in the battle. This was a terrible shock for Harry. The poor boy already had many burdens on his shoulders, and now the death of Sirius and the revelation of the prophecy about how he must kill or be killed, were added to his charge.
Dumbledore knew that what he was doing was wrong, that he should have told him another truth, that night in his office, immediately after Sirius death. But he, even being the most powerful wizard alive, had still a great flaw: his great heart. He didn't wanted to make the poor boy worry with another sudden revelation, even more terrifying: Harry Potter was a mage…one of the very few who remained, led by the same Dumbledore.
The Headmaster was the first to see this quality in him, and he wanted to train the boy, giving him the chance to reach the top of his skills. But not now - it was still too early.
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Harry Potter was also lost in thought on the train. He continued to relive that bloody night in his head, and nobody, not even his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were able to distract him.
Well, this wasn't totally true. Hermione was able to cheer up him a little. Many times he wondered what he would have done in his life without her, without his rock in the worst moments. This time she was doing her best, but it was very hard to help him, as he was very depressed, convinced that it was his fault if Sirius was dead.
Finally, the train arrived in the station, and they went down, to collect their trunks. Harry walked toward the only family that remained for him - the Dursleys. They hated everything that wasn't normal and a wizard nephew was the worst disgrace they could imagine. He had stopped caring about how they treated him when he discovered he was a wizard.
Hermione, seeing the Dursleys, and having noticed how depressed he was on the train, went to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she whispered:
"Don't worry, Harry…you know you can always trust me, don't you? Well, I promise we'll get you out of this very soon."
Harry nodded feebly, too distressed to notice the kiss. However, when he was in his uncle's car, he began to think about it. It was the second time she kissed him on the cheek. A little smile appeared on his lips, as he thought how Ron would have been jealous of him, seeing the scene. Ron had a massive crush on Hermione since their fourth year, after the Yule Ball, and deep in his heart, Harry thought that she also felt something for their tall, red haired friend. Suddenly, at this thought, the smile vanished.
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At the same moment, Hermione was in her parents' car, barely aware that her mum was speaking to her. She only said: "Yes" or "No" every few minutes. All she could think of was Harry - she wanted so much to hug him and tell him that all would turn out well, but she couldn't do this. He trusted her, and she couldn't be sure that all would turn out well. The only thing she knew was that her heart was broken, seeing him so depressed and discouraged. She had to be strong for him.
Ron, on the other hand, was at the Burrow, with his siblings, Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie; only Percy wasn't there, as he had left the house last year after disagreeing with his father about the return of Voldemort. Even after the night in the Ministry, he wasn't sorry for having doubted his father's judgement.
Ron, too, was thinking deeply. He wanted so much to help Harry, but he didn't know how. He had tried to cheer him up on the train, but for the first time, he failed totally and this worried him a lot, but then Hermione had been unsuccessful too, and in his heart a strange thought started to born: maybe, if Harry next year would try to distance them, he could have his chance to be with Hermione.
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That night, Harry lay on his bed, wide awake. Although tears trickled down his face, he couldn't help thinking that Sirius would not want him to cry. He would have said: "Harry, we are at war…it is normal that someone has to die"; True…but why was it always the people he cared about that got in trouble?
His parents died, protecting him. Ginny was possessed to get to him. Hermione was petrified trying to help him. Ron had his leg broken, when they discovered the truth about Sirius. Cedric was killed only for having shared with him the Triwizard Cup. And now Sirius, his godfather, the only father figure he ever had, was gone.
He didn't know that very soon, an event was coming which would have changed his life.