Author's Note: Hello again. I've got yet another story here. This one is coming along a bit better than my other one. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people, names, places, or creatures that go along with the Harry Potter Storries. I write simply for fun, and under no circumstances do I claim any such items to be my own
~*~ Chapter 1 - Reverie ~*~
Too much had happened. Too much pain and too much death had come into the life of young Harry Potter.
He sighed heavily and rolled over on to his back. It was a month until the beginning of this sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Harry, for once, was not looking forward to it at all.
As he lay wide awake in his bed at 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry had never been so miserable. Not even during the first 11 years of his life in which he lived with the Dursley's, the last remaining relatives he had, before he had been introduced to the Wizarding world.
For one thing, he was practically alone in the one house he had dreaded returning to. Granted, it was the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, so rarely was he ever truly alone. But it was also the house of his godfather, the late Sirius Black, who had been lost during that fateful battle at the Ministry of Magic just over a month ago.
The only person Harry felt could truly understand his feelings at the present time was gone on business for the Order. His former Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Remus Lupin, had been close friends with Sirius, as well as Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter, during his own years at Hogwarts, so Harry was sure he would be the one to talk to, after all Remus had been one of the Marauders along with Sirius, James and Peter Pettigrew, the traitorous rat Harry thought to himself.
It was Peter who betrayed Lily and James to Voldemort, it was Peter who got them killed. It was Peter who framed Sirius. It was Peter who sent Sirius to Azkaban for thirteen years. It was Peter who fled that night three years ago. It was Peter who aided Voldemort during his weakness. It was Peter who cast that spell two years ago. It was Peter who was stupid enough to cut off his own hand to aid Voldemort in returning to a physical body.
It's all thanks to Peter that Harry's family was stolen from him. It was thanks to Peter that Remus Lupin was all Harry had left of his parents. It wasn't that Harry disliked his former Professor, no that wasn't it at all. Harry respected Remus and admired him greatly. Harry just couldn't help but wonder who would be the next one to be snatched out of his life.
He worried about Remus, about his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley and the rest of the Weasley clan. He worried about the members of the Order. He just could not help but wonder who'd be next.
Would it be Tonks, the spunky, young auror with the bubble gum colored hair and the personality to match? Would it be the paranoid old Mad-Eye Moody? Would it be the wise old Albus Dumbledore, who always seemed to have that knowing twinkle in his eyes? Or maybe the strict Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall? Or the begrudged Potions Master, Severus Snape?
Harry couldn't help but wonder if it would be the clever, muggleborn witch, Hermione Granger, or one of the many redheads who were the Weasleys. Or would he lose the last one that was close to his parents, the former DADA Professor with a dark secret, Remus Lupin? He knew there would be more loses between the present time and the final battle, but he didn't want to imagine losing anyone else.
Harry sighed again as he glanced around the room he normally would have shared with Ron had he been there (The Weasley's where still at the Burrow). His gaze settled on the clock next to his bed. It read 12:35 with a dot in the corner that meant in was A.M.
He shook his head, he knew he wouldn't get to sleep for a while, there was too much on his mind. What about that Prophecy? What was it? Oh yes:
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 either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
Those words had haunted Harry since that day in the Headmaster's office. He had to either kill or be killed. What kind of choice is that? but he knew whether he liked it or not, it was a choice he had to make. Harry also knew that if he failed to kill Voldemort, the sacrifices that his parents, Sirius, Cedric Diggory, and all of Voldemorts other victims would have been made in vain. No...Failure is not an option.
Power the Dark Lord knows not? What does that mean? I'm a 15 year old, what power do I have that Voldemort and Dumbledore don't? Harry shook his head. He just didn't see how he was going to defeat Voldemort. Granted, he'd managed to succeed in stopping him three times before. But the first time he had been posessing the body of Professor Quirell, the DADA Professer during Harry's first year, and couldn't touch Harry because of the sacrifice Lily made at her death.
The second time, it was the memory of Tom Riddle that Harry had destroyed. He had to Ginny's life was the risk, but he had Fawks to thank for that. Then fourth year, he managed to keep Voldemort from killing him after the TriWizards Tournament. But not before Peter Pettigrew killed Cedric Diggory, and even that time he had the echo of Voldemort's victims to thank for his escape.
Then last year at the Ministry of Magic, he'd foolishly believed the dream that Voldemort had put in his mind. He had foolishly led Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna into danger. He'd almost gotten them all killed. Then when he and Neville were surrounded, he had to witness that wretched Lestrange woman use the Cruciatus Curse on Neville. When the members of the Order arrived, he had to witness Sirius's last battle, and his death at the hands of the same woman. Then when he was so close to getting his revenge on the woman, he found himself face to face with Voldemort. He had to be saved once again by Dumbledore. How would Harry be able to defeat him?
Harry sighed again and did his best to clear his mind as he'd told during term. After focusing himself to clear his mind, he forced himself to relax. Sleep finally took him in some time after 1 A.M.
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