30Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea of a story line! J.K.R. owns the rest.
Summary: Follows after HBP. Probably AU, since I don't know what the last book will be. LOL! Harry and Ginny are still on. He finds new knowledge and powers; unfortunately it is a super Harry. The dead speak, surprises abound, and all is not what it seams. Just read to find the rest.
Chapter 1: Reflections and BeginingIt was a dreary day at #4 Privet Drive. Dark clouds covered the sky and rain came down in sheets. It was as if the heavens were crying in pain. Sitting by his window, looking but not really seeing, outside was a rather ordinary looking boy. He had raven black, rather messy looking, hair, a slender build, glasses, and emerald green eyes. However, one look into those eyes, and one could see unimaginable pain, anguish, and a great amount of anger. That person had seen more pain and suffering than people twice his age.
Right now, the weather seemed to mirror his mood perfectly. You see that boy was none other than Harry Potter!
Harry lives with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley Dursley. To say these people disliked Harry would be a great understatement, they hated him. And to that point, they treated him worse than Malfoy's house elf. They were Muggles, non-magic folk, and detested any kind of 'Freakishness'. But this year they just, sort of, ignored him. This suited him just fine. "Maybe they are scared of me, since I will be 17 this year; and can do magic out side of school!" Harry thought. They didn't even have him slaving away around the house, like they usually did on his summer break. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. "At least if he was working, he wouldn't have as much time to brood on his problems." He mused.
The end of his 6th year had been extremely hard on Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry's friend and mentor, had been killed. This was a blow, not only to him, but the wizarding world, as well. Harry and Dumbledore had returned from their search, for one of Tom's horcruxes, to find the Dark Mark above Hogwarts. Even in his weakened state, Dumbledore and Harry rushed to the castle. Deatheaters, with the help of Draco Malfoy, Harry's arch-rival, had entered the castle. On the Astronomy tower, he watched from under his invisibility cloak: paralyzed by Dumbledore himself as, Draco disarmed Dumbledore and prepared to kill him. In the last, Draco seemed to falter; he couldn't kill the old man. Several things happen then and Severus Snape arrived. Dumbledore seemed to plea to him as he muttered, "Severus Please!" Then with seeming hatred the Potions Master blasted him from the tower. Harry felt the spell on him loosen and gave chase to the Professor. Across the lawns, he battled with Snape, however when the man could have killed Harry, he didn't. He told him, "Not until you can keep your mind closed and your mouth shut!" This was the one thing that Harry could not understand.
The man could have easily finished him, but instead seemed to be trying to still teach him something.
"Why!?" Harry asked. "Why does this always happen to me? Why must I always lose the ones I care about?" He had lost his parents, grandparents, godfather, a school-mate, and pushed away his girlfriend. The last was done in a valiant, if misguided attempt, to keep her safe. "This is just you trying to be honorable!" She had argued. "Well for your information, I am in no more danger with you, than I would be without you. At least with together we can have some happiness, even if the worst happens later!" With that she had flat-out refused to let him break up with her. "Reminder to self, try not to make Ginny mad." He noted somewhat to his chagrin. Apparently she, just like Ron and Hermione, would be sticking with him no matter what. He could only come back to "Why? All of this misery because of some dumb prophesy, made by a fraud of a seer?" He thought contemptuously.
"The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches…. Born to those who have thrice defied him…. Born as the seventh month dies…. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as an equal. But he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not… Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches…"
"Bloody old dingbat!" Harry spat.
Harry's time at Privet Drive had been plagued with sleepless nights and strange dreams.
These dreams were of things in the past. He would see the building of Hogwarts, the defeat of Grindelwald, even, on one night; he saw the construction of Camelot! These had all been more like memories than dreams. The latest was a dream, he had since 3rd year, was of his parents murder, however it was seen through the eyes of his mother and father.
Fearing this to be some plot of Voldemort's, he resolved to try once more and learn Occlumency. Snape had not been the best teacher on that subject; perhaps he could find some books on it in Diagon Alley. Then he would teach himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by…