Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot, and even that has had some external influences. JKR owns the lot, lucky woman...
Best to get this show on the road the really. So it begins.
Chapter 1
On the corner of Privet drive, a teenage boy just out of his 5th year of schooling was laying in the grass gazing up at the stars. Over the course of the summer, now approaching three weeks, this teenage boy had regularly taken up this past-time. It allowed him peace away from number four where his 'family', the Dursley's, drove him like a slave. Cleaning rooms, making dinner, landscaping the garden and even getting him to do their neighbors work as well.
However, this night in July wasn't the same as every other night that had passed (and slowly at that). This night brought with it a sticky heat like never before seen on privet drive. It made the boys hand-me-down clothes stick to his skin, which was quite a feat considering that they were previously owned by his killer whale look-a-like cousin, Dudley Dursley.
Harry Potter had a very bad feeling about this particular night, if it wasn't for the constant tingling on his forehead where his cursed scar was then he would have gone back to Privet drive quite awhile ago. It was well passed midnight, yet this odd, almost sickening feeling kept him up and alert. He didn't know how long he had been laying there for, but considering the amount of 'cracks' and 'pops' he heard from his 'guard' apparating and dissapparating, it must have been over two hours.
Just as one more pop was heard, signaling the departure of an order member, Harry must have heard what must have been a dozen cracks. Startling him, he cautiously got up from his cramped position and crouched low to the ground. Checking his surroundings that no-one was there, or at least visible, he slowly withdrew his holly and phoenix feather wand from his pocket.
'Death Eaters' was the only rational thought going through his mind.
Harry was still not of age which was seventeen in the wizarding world, so legally he couldn't do magic outside of Hogwarts. But, if his hunch was correct and death eaters were approaching number four where he was believed to be, then he wouldn't hesitate to use his wand. After, what could the ministry do if it was in self defense?
Being as stealthy as possible by keeping low to the ground, Harry slowly made his way to the rear of number one. Once he was out of view from the main street, Harry climbed over the very kept and tidy garden fence. Continuing this path until he reached number fours back garden, Harry made his way into the house through the back door that was left unlocked for Dudley, for when he returned from probably beating up an innocent child, no doubt Mark Evans was a victim again.
Passing through the kitchen and into the hallway, for once in his life Harry was pleased that he was so small and scrawny, it allowed him to make his way up to his bedroom without making a sound. Though to Harry, his heartbeat seemed to be so loud. It made him constantly worry that the Dursley's would wake up.
Once up the stairs and into his small bedroom, Harry grabbed the nearest piece of parchment, dipped his quill into and ink bottle, and started to write a note.
Dumbledore, or to whoever receives this note,
I think there are death eaters at Privet drive. Voldemort's anticipating something, I can feel it...
At that moment a huge bang was heard. Harry darted to the window, the wards around the house had collapsed, and a shimmering gold light fell like water to the ground.
Harry quickly finished his note and made a very quick check through to make sure it was clear.
Dumbledore, or to whoever receives this note,
I think there are death eaters at Privet drive. Voldemort's anticipating something, I can feel it. The wards have collapsed.
There here, hurry.
Harry
Attaching the note to Hedwig's leg, Harry opened the window. "Take this to Dumbledore Hedwig, and hurry!" With a soft hoot Hedwig darted out the window.
'God speed girl, fly like the wind' with that last thought, Harry (not giving a damn about the wizarding laws right now) packed all of his possessions, shrunk his trunk, broomstick and Hedwig's cage. Placing them in his pocket and casting a sticking charm to them, allowing him to fight and not have to worry about losing his treasured possessions, even if that did include potions books.
After one final check through of his room, including under the loose floorboard, Harry made his way slowly but surely down the stairs. As Harry turned a corner at the bottom of the stairs, he heard a commotion, noting that the high cackling voice belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. He distinctly heard two other voices that made him feel ill. Pettigrew and Malfoy Sr.
For all three of these death eaters, Harry had a different reason for them making his blood boil. Bellatrix was for what she had done to Sirius last year at the Department of Mysteries. Pettigrew a.k.a Wormtail (even though he doesn't deserve a nickname of a marauder) because he had led Voldemort to his parents, betraying them in the process. A fate which will soon be paid.
And Malfoy, there were so many reasons for hating the senior Malfoy. He was the reason Ginny's first year at Hogwarts had been a nightmare. He was the reason Hagrid had been sent to Azkaban for a short period of time. And in the end, he was to blame for petrifying Hermione. He also hated the man because he was the reason Draco Malfoy was alive. The junior Malfoy was quite literally a mortal enemy. Everyone knew that Harry and Malfoy didn't see eye to eye. 'Understatement of the century' thought Harry.
Thinking back to the situation at hand, Harry realized he was outnumbered at least ten to one (a chance that not even Ludo Bagman would take). No way would he be able to save himself and at the same time protect the sleeping Dursley's. Harry would just have to keep on fighting until the order arrived, if they arrived at all.
Breathing out one last breath which he hadn't realized he was holding, Harry swung around the last corner directly facing the now non-existent front door. The white masks facing him glowed eerily by the glow of the moonlight and the street lamps.
Before anything could happen to Harry, he began to cast
"STUPEFY, PETRIFICUS TOTALUS, STUPEFY, GLACIAS!" The last spell surprised Harry when it worked to perfection, he had only read about it the previous night. A total of four death eaters slumped to the floor like planks, though quickly replaced by more.
"Ahh, ickle wee Potter has come out to play with the big boys and girls, how sweet" The voice owned to one Bellatrix Lestrange. It was her mocking baby voice she used when Sirius fell through the veil. If Harry thought his temper couldn't rise any more, he was sorely mistaken. His breathing became more ragged, his eyes concentrating on a small part of the floor.
If anyone had taken the time to notice, they would have realized that the boy's eyes were not his usual emerald green, but golden, emitting huge amounts of power, coming off of them in waves.
"Don't mock me Trixi, you're the one who ran away from that fight to kiss your half-blooded masters feet." Bellatrix's eyes widened after that statement, not only was she being mocked by a soon to be sixteen year old but had also been told she was following a half-blood, a hypocritical half-blood.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!" Bellatrix screamed.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry yelled.
The force at which the spell hit made her wand snap in two. She flew through the air. The power behind the spell made her fly out to the front garden. She landed roughly on one of the gardens front lawn picket fence posts, stabbing her through the spine instantly killing her. Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black wasn't going to be casting any more lethal spells ever again.
Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk in his office staring at one of the founder's artifacts: the sword of Gryffindor. It was still intriguing that a certain raven haired boy could pull that out of the Sorting Hat. Even after three years it baffled him. Harry Potter certainly was one of the most complicated students that had come to Hogwarts, that was for certain.
Thinking about the boy was one of the hardest things the professor had come across this past summer break. It reminded him of so much that had happened the previous school year: Sirius falling through the veil, Arthur Weasley's attack, but what hurt the headmaster the most wasn't the injuries, no, what hurt the most was the trust he had lost with Harry.
Without realizing it, the professor had become like the grandfather figure in Harry's life. A position not taken lightly, any wrong move and he could have been shunned. He had had chance after chance to help Harry, to tell him the prophecy, but every single time it wasn't 'right'. It would take a miracle to get the relationship he had with Harry back again. But as ever, Professor Dumbledore was a great believer in miracles.
From behind the headmaster, a soft whooshing noise was heard. Turning around, Dumbledore immediately went over to the silver ornament. To any normal teacher or student in his office, this would have been looked upon as an everyday artifact that was in the headmaster's office. Only Dumbledore truly knew of its purpose. It had been created almost fifteen years ago the night Harry was taken to Privet drive. It contained a single drop of Harry's blood and plenty of raw magic. Casting spells over and over on the ornament, Dumbledore realized it wasn't telling a lie. 'Harry's in trouble' thought Dumbledore before he went to his fireplace and sent urgent fire calls to Alastor Moody, Arabella Figg, Remus Lupin and Severus Snape all saying the same thing. "Get to Privet drive, now!"
Harry was struggling; he had been hit with various curses and hexes, most of them just grazing his skin due to his seeker-like reflexes. Harry knew he could take down death eaters, he proved that at the ministry, it was just the sheer number of them. From what he could tell, apart from Pettigrew and Malfoy, pretty much all of the others were new recruits or just brawn, which didn't really count much in a wizarding battle.
Time stopped whenever he was at the end of a curse, but the rest of the time it was as if he was in a lightning mode. On a couple of occasions he swore he saw his wand cast two spells at the same time. It seemed that at the tip if his wand, the spell was splitting. Putting it to the back of his mind, Harry peeped round the living room door.
Ducking a purple stream of light, Harry rolled over to his right behind the couch in the living room. He knew he was cornering himself, but at the moment he figured best to stay alive, than be facing them full on. Checking in the glass cabinet to see if there were any reflections of death eaters, Harry spotted Pettigrew peeping round the door.
Taking action, Harry pivoted up and round, wand arm outstretched to meet Pettigrew.
"STUPEFY!" the balding man slumped to the floor, an expression of shock written all over his face. Taking his opportunity, Harry grasped Pettigrew's wand and snapped it in two after which he quickly retreated to his position behind the couch.
'Perhaps this isn't a bad spot after all; I've got cover, and an advantage of me seeing them, and them not seeing me. I just hope Hedwig has delivered her letter already'
As if on cue, Harry heard a very distinct 'expelliarmus' growled towards the death eaters outside. A growling voice of that kind could only be his 3rd year defense professor. All Harry had to do now was to survive, he'd made it this far.
Once again checking the cabinet, and seeing two death eaters forcing themselves into the room, something clicked in Harry's mind.
Muttering "Serpentsortia" and conjuring a fair sized boa snake, Harry ordered it to attack all those in black robes. A couple of seconds later, screams were heard, both male and female, yelling that a giant snake was trying to kill them. Suddenly those two voices stopped, the boa had strangled them to death.
The living room was once again empty, though only for a short while, a billowing cloak entered, tailing it a golden white stream of hair.
"You cannot hide Potter" Malfoy spat "Even your petty guard cannot help you now. AVADA KEDAVRA!" The emerald green light pierced the couch, obliterating it in the process. The green light struck Harry on the back of his neck. Instantly collapsing, his body slumped, and blood from his injuries surrounding him.
What Malfoy didn't expect next was for the 'giant' boa to wrap itself round his neck, constricting him, and plunging it's fangs into his open flesh. As soon as Malfoy touched the ground, silence ruled.
Minutes passed whilst Dumbledore and the others stunned the now awoken Dursley's. Honestly, you would have thought they would have woken up earlier from all the screaming and shouting. Now three bodies were back in their respective bedrooms, ready to be obliterated of all memories of Harry.
Severus Snape had taken a huge gamble tonight by revealing himself and fighting for the light. No more could he spy on Voldemort, his job had been completed, his promise to Lily to keep Harry safe complete. Now finished with dueling, Snape went round number four, checking on who had died, or had been stunned. One odd occasion, a middle aged man called Faragon had been frozen to death. Not once had he seen that done. Whoever had cast that spell must have had astronomical amounts of power. The only other recording of any side affect after unfreezing was a slight case of pneumonia.
Upon entering the living room, he found Malfoy, and a snake hissing at him. Some destruction must have occurred in this room, large piles of rubble everywhere.
"Evanesca Isis", the snake vanished into thin air, returning to where it had been before conjured.
'So Malfoy's dead, Draco's going to be a pain this year then.' Muttering a cleaning charm to get rid of all the rubble so the Dursley's wouldn't note a thing, Severus' face went from pale, to white. There, in a pool of blood was the Potter brat.
"ALBUS! POTTER…HE'S…ALBUS!" Dumbledore was instantly standing beside Severus, flagged by Mrs. Figg, Remus and Alastor.
Limping forward, Alastor scoped the boy up into his arms, "He's still breathing Albus, but barely, best get him to Poppy immediately.
Shocked into action, Dumbledore grabbed a china ornament, muttered "Portus", and almost instantaneously they were in Hogwart's hospital wing. Laying Harry down on the bed and yelling out for Poppy, Alastor turned to Dumbledore.
"Alastor, would you go back with Arabella to Privet drive to sort everything out, I no doubt that the Ministry officials will be there by now."
Grabbing hold of the ornament again, Mad-eye and Mrs. Figg were gone.
"Severus, I need you to brew the strongest healing potion you can concoct, Remus, go to the Weasley's, and tell them what happened. I'll assist Poppy."
Orders received, the remaining 'rescuers' left the hospital wing
'Yes, definitely a complicated student. I think it's time he truly knew.' Was the last thought before him and Poppy got to work.
So what did you fink, I was quite pleased, REVIEWS REVIEWS REVIEWS,
To next time,
Polymagus