Here is some Harry Potter fan fiction I wrote a long time ago... It is funny, but I like the little tale and I think I got the characters pretty good.
Cheers,
Will
Remembering Never
1
It was a hard rain that night in October as Harry sat with his homework in front of him. The Griffendor common room was quite alive with the stir of people excited about going to hogsmead for the weekend, while others were lying in front of the warm fire talking about the coming pro quiditch season. On one side of the room a boy named Nevil, who was always misplacing things, had lost his notes causing his sneekerscope to glow red as he searched his books in a mad panic. The fire was casting a nice warm glow on those doing homework as they sat mostly quiet and working on rolls of parchment for arithmency, divination, and of course potions. Harry could remember hearing Snapes last words as they were leaving his class Friday, "I want two rolls of parchment on the use and dangers of heely grass on my desk first thing Monday morning. And no half rolls this time Mr. Weasley do i make myself clear?" Snape was always giving homework as they walked out the door. You were lucky if you hadn't left too soon and missed the assignment all together, that was a sure deduction from your grade and your house.
Harry was working on his potions essay barely thinking about heely grass at all. His mind was on, as always, Serious Black. The man who harry had found out was his godfather, and who gave his life to save him only two years ago. Serious had been Harry's fathers best friend who lost many years of his life in azkaban prison due to being framed with the death of James and Lily Potter nearly 12 years ago. Serious who had died fighting to save Harry, was the closest thing Harry had had to a family, next to the Wesley's, in his whole life. "Awful isn't it Harry. I cant believe we have to learn this stuff." Ron came over and sat down beside him, pulling out his divination's book "the future now, until forever" by Deloris Humbdungery. Harry just sat there in a daze, his eyes focused on the fire as he watched Serious fall behind the curtain over and over in his head. "Harry! You all right?" Ron said loudly into Harry's hear. "Whaa, oh yea, its awful." Harry said in a shaky voice as if he'd just been scared out of his mind. "I was just thinking that's all. Just had some things on my, uhhh, mind, yea."
The two boys sat side by side, each working on their tentative homework and saying very few words as the night went on. Ron had learned that when harry was in his "thinking" mode it was best to just let him think it out and not push the issue. "Want to go get something to eat?" Ron asked, this being the only thing he'd said in an hour. "Ummm no, i think ill stay here...Not that hungry you know. Thanks though." Harry said in a very disorganized voice, his eyes still glazed over the notes on heely grass in front of him and his parchment barely written on. "Okay, well I'm gonna go meet Hermione then, see you later mate!" and Ron went off towards the portrait door and out of site.
It was getting late and Harry still hadn't finished his work, he was still too busy thinking about serious, and was still trying to figure out how to handle loosing the only person in his life that had come close to becoming his father. Harry knew that no one knew how much he was hurting inside, and just how much he hated Voldemort for what he had done. He hated him, and he wanted revenge!
With that thought Harry took out a brand new piece of parchment and began to write.
2
The List
Harry sat with his head in his hands trying to get hold of the anger he was feeling. it was like a searing pain across his forehead every time he though of how he had lost another father and would never be able to see him again. he was holding his scar when a hand touched his shoulder. Shocked and scared he turned fast to see who it was, and much to his surprise it was professor Dumbeldor standing in all his height looking down on the distressed boy. "I see you are making a list here Harry." He said reaching down and picking up the parchment with the words "How to kill Lord Voldemort." written across the top. He began to read.
Learn the unforgivable curses
Master Parcel Tongue
Find and kill Peter Pedigrew
Doby
Professor Dumbeldor sat the parchment down and took a stern look at Harry. His big eyes behind his moon shaped glasses gave Harry a strong feeling of ice running all over his body. He knew he had gone a step too far. He knew he had done something very wrong. "Do you really want to learn the unforgivable curses Harry?" Dumbeldor said in a toned voice. "Are you aware that if you were to learn them, and use them, that no matter who was on your side you would be going to azkaban prison for the rest of your life." Harry just looked up at him with anger strewing his face and said "It doesn't matter, as long as he pays for what he has done!" harry turned back to his parchment and put his head down, while a tear dropped causing the ink to wash out the word Doby
When he had gone harry could only think to himself how right he was. Had he been too blinded by his hatred for Voldemort to see that if he was discovered planning to kill him people would begin to suspect that he had a darker side himself. but no. "How could they think that?" he thought "after all I've done for this place, and all Ive lost. How could they think id ever go to the dark side?" Harry sat back in his nice red armchair and sunk deep into the cushions once again lost in thought about how much his life had changed so fast, and still picturing himself killing voldemort one last time.
3
The Dream
Harry sat up in his chair as if he had been startled by something. He looked around the common room to see if anyone was around, but there was no one. He was still in his chair, his papers still where he had left them, but something was different. It seemed as if he was there, but not really there at all. He stood up and walked over to his table to look at the notes he had been working on, to see if he could summon the energy to finish his essay for Snape when all of a sudden he looked down and saw that his papers where not the same at all. They were all different, with different handwriting on them and everything. He bent down and picked up the piece of parchment that had held his essay a moment before and began to read.
"Harry, there is no way to explain this other than to tell you right out.
This letter is a message from your father and mother, and me, Serious
We are all together now, here in your dreams, and we are all able to
contact you through them. This will be a place where we can continue
out lives together, and where you can see what it is like to have a family
again. Be sure to watch out for anything unusual happening around you.
You know that Voldemort is still at large, and still able to kill. So do us a
favor and be careful. You are all that we have to hold on to the real world
and if we loose you then we will all be lost. Remember that through our
love you will always be strong, and you will always know when we are with
you."
love,
James, Lilly, and Serious
Harry felt a tear rolling down his cheek and reached up to wipe it off when he heard the words of a woman behind him. "Harry please do not cry, this way is the best way for us all to live. This way we are all together as one, and no one can tear us apart again." It was Lilly, Harry's mother standing there in a glorious white glow. her long blond hair waving behind her, blowing in the cool dream air. "Please Harry, just remember that we all love you so much, and that our love combined with yours is a magic that can never be broken." With these words she bent down to a now quivering Harry and kissed him on his forehead. He felt his scar tingle as she kissed him, his heart felt as though it was going to burst. Harry looked up tears glazing his eyes and said "Mom, how can this be? How can you still be alive through me? Why, why did you have to die in the first place? His eyes began dropping tears down his face, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird, his scar still tingling from her kiss. "I will have all the time in the world to tell you soon my dear, but for now you must Wake up. WAKE UP!"
4
The glowing scar
Just then, the common room door opened and Hermione and Ron came in from their late night snack looking, well, there was no other way to put it, shocked at the site of Harry. Harry sat up in his chair and stared peculiarly at the two who were looking quite the same at him. "Uhhh Harry, is everything alright?" Ron said with a slight quiver in his voice. "Yea, are you okay Harry?" Harmonie chimed in. "Yea, of course I am." Harry replied with a strewn look on his face. "Why, what's gotten you two all shook up?" Then he noticed Ron's hand moving up and pointing to his forehead, much like he had done when they were turning back into themselves from Crab and Goyle, two years earlier. "Scar...ummm...Blue...Glowing...Harry." Ron let these words out as if he was being choked. But it was true, Harry's scar was glowing a bright blue casting a neon tint across his face and bangs. Harry hadn't noticed it at all while sitting eyes closed lost in thought. He had not noticed it until Ron said something. "What, my scar...whats it doing?" he said as he walked over to the mirror sitting on one of the reading tables of the common room, not really remembering what had just happened. There it was glowing bright blue, brighter than the candles illuminating the Gryffindor common room. "What does it mean?" Hermione said in a quite voice. "Have you seen him? Has he come back for you?" Ron asked, his arm still pointing at harry in a frozen position scared stiff. He had every right to be scared because every time Harry's scar had hurt before it meant that You Know Who was looking for him, or close enough to hurt Harry, Hermione, and himself. But this time his scar was not hurting at all, it was glowing, glowing a bright blue. "But it doesn't hurt at all" Harry said. "Its just glowing, and not hurting." He was talking and touching the mark on his forehead gently as if though not to damage what was happening. "Well, first off, we have to figure out what this means." Hermione had entered the conversation with a very logical tone, ready to get to the bottom of what was going on. "Were you doing anything that reminded you of You Know Who? Or were you having another dream about him? Anything like that?"
"Well" Harry began, "I was sitting in my chair trying to think of more things about heely grass when..." He then remembered the dream, his eyes got wider than Ron of Hermione had ever seen them and he gave a low "ohhhhh."
"What Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry stand still closing his eyes trying to remember more and more of the dream. "My parents" He said, "They were here" Harry looked up at his two friends with tears in his eyes, taking the piece of parchment that his essay was on and showing it to the two. Hermoine took the paper and began to read, "Heely Grass is a commonly used ingredient for use in potions of many kinds. It is often used to enhance the strength of dosage among certain mixtures, however..." She trailed off and said "what does this have to do with your parents Harry?" Harry grabbed the parchment, held it up and read the same thing, there was no note from serious, and his parents, just an old essay on Heely Grass. But he didn't care, he knew his parents had tried to reach him, He knew that his mom had kissed his scar and made it glow, he knew that they loved him and that was all he had ever wanted!
Harry turned to his friends with a wide grin, his hair messy as usual and his eyes glowing with happiness. "What man, don't keep us in suspense any longer, tell us what happened!" Ron said almost annoyed. "They came!" Harry said. "They came to tell me they loved me, and that if anything happened they would be there right beside me. My mom even kissed my scar, that's why it was glowing I know it. It must mean that they are watching over me." Harry was ecstatic, he had finally been able to know that his parents and serious were there and had been there all along. He was finally knew that he could not be harmed as long as they were there, and that no matter what Voldemort threw at him, he would be able to take it especially with the power of his parents and serious behind him.
The End
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