Harry Potter and the Final Destiny

Harry Potter and the Final Destiny

Chapter One- Letters from everyone

"Can you leave me here alone now?
I don't wanna hear you say,

That you know me,
that I should be always doing what you say.
Cause I'm trying to get through today,
And there's one thing I know,

I don't wanna think about you or think about me,
Don't wanna figure this out.
I don't wanna think about you or think about nothing,
don't wanna talk this one out.
I won't let you bring me down,
Cause I know, don't wanna think about you,
Don't wanna think about you,

When I wake up here tomorrow,
Things will never be the same,
Cause I won't wait,
Cause you won't change,
And you'll always be this way,
Now I'm gonna get through today,
And there's one thing I know,

I don't wanna think about you or think about me,
Don't wanna figure this out,
I don't wanna think about you or think about nothing,
Don't wanna talk this one out,
This time I won't let you bring me down,
Won't let you shut me out,
This time I know, don't wanna think about you,

Run away, run away,
Running as fast as I can,
Run Away, run away,
I'll never come back again,
Run away, run away,

I don't wanna think about you or think about me,
Don't wanna figure this out,
Don't wanna think about you or think about me,
Don't wanna talk this one out,

I don't wanna think about you or think about me,
Don't wanna figure this out,
I don't wanna think about you or think about nothing,
Don't wanna talk this one out,
This time I won't let you bring me down,
Won't let you shut me out,
This time I know, I don't wanna think about you,

Run away, Run Away,
Don't wanna think about you,
Run away, run away,
Don't wanna think about you,
Run away, run awa,y
Don't wanna think about you,
Run away, run away."

-"Don't wanna think about you" by Simple Plan

Harry Potter was lying awake in his bed, staring out the window at the cloudless night, wondering when it would happen. When would the time come when the Prophecy would be fulfilled? When at last would he learn if he was destined to die by Lord Voldemort's wand or Voldemort by his? Why did this have to happen to him? Neville's parents defied Voldemort also, why didn't he choose Neville? It was eleven at night, almost tomorrow.

But what was there to look forward to tomorrow? It was just another day to be ignored by the Dursleys, to be wishing it was tomorrow. However it was one day closer to going back to his real home, Hogwarts. If Hogwarts was his home, then who was his family? Certainly not Ron and Hermione, as they hadn't even made contact with him since they left school. There was Hagrid, but he hadn't either. The teachers weren't family, not even Dumbledore, because even if he tried to talk to them they were still distant, so far away. He had no family, none at all. The one person he had finally gotten close to died almost two years ago.

Why should he even go back to Hogwarts? Draco Malfoy, whose father Harry put in Azkaban, was always threatening Harry and cursing him. He nearly killed Harry several times. But why should he be afraid of a seventeen year old? He fought Lord Voldemort and lived six times. Why should Malfoy be the slightest bit intimidating?

Ron and Hermione had new friends, friends who didn't like him. Half of the people in the school thought he was a hero and always went out of their way to help him and get on his good side. The other half pitied him and always tried to help him too, as if picking up a dropped quill would only add to his stress. The teachers always treated him differently than everyone else. Snape took away points for every tiny little mistake Harry made. Everyone made an example of him. It was always, "Don't be like Harry," or "You should be more like Mr. Potter."

Last year was awful. The last month of school was constantly playing through his mind, torturing him. It was as vivid as if it happened yesterday. He attacked them while they were on a date in Hogsmeade. He killed. He tortured. Lord Voldemort had most definitely risen again, more powerful then he had ever been before. He had more Death Eaters, but he also had goblins and giants. They destroyed Hogsmeade. Everyone in their way died. Harry wasn't fast enough. They tortured Cho, they nearly killed her. But he did save her, or at least her body. Her mind was destroyed, just like Neville's parents' were.

He was sick of thinking about that though. He was sick of remembering how he was just a second too late. If he hadn't have been so worried about Ron and Hermione he could have saved her, she could still be just fine. No one he loved was safe and he would not let himself forget that. He was sick of seeing Cho's face completely void of emotion as she fell to the ground. He was sick of hearing her blood curdling screams. No matter how much he loved Cho, he could not stand her anymore, or at least his last memory of her.

He did not want to sleep. His dreams were all the same. He was sick of seeing Sirius fall through the Veil or Cedric dying. He was sick of seeing Cho tortured. He was sick of hearing Voldemort's cruel laugh taunting him as he slept.

Come to think of it, he didn't want to go back to Hogwarts. He glanced over at the clock, it was twelve o'clock. Happy tomorrow! He looked at his calendar; it was July thirty-first, his birthday. He was finally seventeen. Maybe tomorrow he would take the Apparating test. Maybe...

~*~*~*~

He was awoken later that morning to an insistent owl nipping at his finger.

"Why do you have to come so early?" Harry asked the owl, but it just pecked his finger again. He put five Knuts in the pouch and the owl flew away. "What's new today?"

On the front page of the paper were the mug shots of Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Antonin Dolohov, and Augustus Rookwood. It read:

Azkaban's Safety Questioned!

More Death Eaters have escaped from Azkaban: Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Dolohov, and Rookwood. With all of these recent breakouts, some wonder whether the Dementors have aligned with the enemy. Are the Dementors still doing their job? An anonymous source in the Ministry of Magic states: "The Dementors can no longer be trusted. What we feared has come at last; they have aligned with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." This same conclusion was made two years ago just after the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but no action was taken. We have been told that the Dementors are being "exterminated" and will be replaced. With what they will be replaced by, we have not been told.

Note: ANYONE who sees one of these Death Eaters should alert the Ministry of Magic immediately and lock your doors.

"Yes such a great suggestion!" Harry complained, "Like locking your doors is going to keep out Death Eaters." Just then he heard the wind blow through his curtains.

"BOO!"

"AHHHHH!"

"Wow Potter!" said a familiar, drawling voice, "You've finally learned how to read! So what do you think? Aren't you happy for me?"

"How did you get here, Malfoy?" Harry spun around to see Draco Malfoy standing by his open window.

"I'm really glad you aren't stupid Potter, or this would be frustrating," Draco said as he strode over to Harry's wardrobe, "Now let's think. What can a seventeen year old wizard take a test to do?" He paused, putting a finger on his chin.

"I get it Malfoy, you Apparated. Now why are you here?" As Harry said this, Draco opened the wardrobe. "Get out of there!"

"Ooh, this is a nice picture of Granger. She actually looks pretty normal."

"Get OUT of my wardrobe!"

"Sorry Potter."

"Why are you here?"

"Just wanted to make sure you heard the great news about my dad. Obviously you have. It's not as if you couldn't see the pictures, even if you couldn't read the words, or have you gone blind too?"

"No I'm not blind and yes I've heard. So can you leave now?"

"Oh I see! Baby Hawwy is afwaid of his Auntie and Uncew!"

"Who's up there, boy?" boomed the obnoxiously loud voice of Harry's uncle.

"The most powerful Dark Wizard you will ever meet!" Draco screamed down.

"WHAT!?" Uncle Vernon's roar was almost drowned out by the sound of Aunt Petunia dropping one of her best china plates.

"I said-" at this Harry put his hand over Draco's mouth to silence him. Suddenly, Draco Disapparated with a whip-like crack. Harry turned around to see where he had went, but he was nowhere to be found.

"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon came waddling up the stairs, madder than Harry had ever seen him. Having one magical person in his house was one thing, but having one who called himself a "dark wizard" AND was uninvited, this he could not stand for. "Who's up there?"

"Um, no one."

"WHO?"

"Um, my friend Draco from school."

"Where did he go?"

"He Disapparated."

"Now don't think I'm stupid! I know that you can't use ma- m- IT outside of that freak place you call a school!"

"Once you're seventeen you can!" As Harry said this he realized all of the things he could do to the Dursleys now. Then just to torture his uncle he said, "I think I'll take the test tomorrow!"

"What test?"

"The test that allows me to be able to Apparate, legally."

"You will NOT be doing that inside my house!"

"I will if I want to!" As he said this, an owl flew into the window.

"Not again!" Uncle Vernon said as he ran out of the room, remembering the last time all of the owls came.

Harry untied the package and the letter from the owl's leg. He ripped open the envelope. It was from Hermione. He eagerly read it:

Happy birthday Harry!

I hope you are enjoying your summer. I sure am! I have been visiting relatives in America. I have completely re-written all of my essays using things I found out about the Salem witch trials and other things. Tomorrow I am off to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Do you think you could come? Not necessarily tomorrow, of course, but soon?

I hope to see you soon,

Hermione

P.S. Next week we're going to take the Apparating test; will you take it too?

Then Harry opened the package. It was a box of America's Sweetest Candy. He took a green piece out assuming it was either lime or sour apple, both of his favorite flavors. When he out the piece into his mouth at first it tasted like strawberry, or was it grape? Lemon? Cherry? Whatever flavor it was supposed to be it tasted good. Also, she sent him a new broomstick kit with more things to use to take care of his broom.

He went to his wardrobe to get out his broom when he noticed the picture of Hermione was missing. Did Malfoy take it? But he hated Hermione, she was Muggleborn! And she didn't look that good. She was his friend and all, but he didn't think she was that pretty. Plus Malfoy already had one, two, maybe even three girlfriends. As he thought about this an owl flew in the window. It was Pig. Harry opened the letter. It said:

Harry!

Happy birthday! How is your summer? Mine's been unusually quiet. With Fred and George finally gone it's creepy how quiet it gets. Which reminds me, Hermione's coming to my house tomorrow; do you think you could too? It'd be great! You could have your own room and everything! Also check out the Daily Prophet again, on the front page in the bottom left corner.

Harry picked up the Daily Prophet and looked where Ron said. There were two articles there: "How to Get Those Unsightly Boils Off Quickly" and "New Minister of Magic." He figured the Minister of Magic one was what Ron wanted him to see.

Fudge Ousted!

Former Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge is to be replaced! He was voted too stupid to be Minister by hundreds of voters this weekend. Percy Ignatius Weasley, former Junior Undersecretary for the Minister will take over until the elections are over. Though still young, at the age of 21, he was Head Boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and has been working for the Ministry for four years. He says that while he will only be in office for a short while he would like to secure neighborhoods and schools and to also make Azkaban a higher security prison. He also comments, "I am appalled by the way the Ministry has simply overlooked these escapes." He did not mention what actions he would take to prevent them though.

Harry went back to the letter.

Isn't it great? Mum and Dad can't stop talking about him though; it's really annoying. Of course, Percy apologized to them about what he said. Nice, happy, touchy, feely moment. YUCK! I shudder when I remember all of the hugging and crying. On top of that, he announced that he's getting married! To that girl, um, I think her name was Penelope. Well that doesn't matter, soon she's going to be Mrs. Percy Weasley. Oh that sounds so awful. Well happy birthday again,

Ron

Harry opened the package that was on his bed. It was a box of jokes from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and some Honeydukes chocolate. He took a bite; it was delicious. He couldn't believe this was the first time he had heard from them all summer. How could they have left him out again? Did he mean that little to them? He understood Hermione was busy visiting relatives, but what excuse did Ron have? He never went anywhere or did anything important.

As he was thinking two more owls flew in. One, Harry recognized was the owl Hagrid used, the other he realized was Hermes, Percy's owl. He untied the letter from both owls and decided to open Percy's first to get it over with.

Dearest Harry,

"Wait! This is from Percy Weasley! Since when did he call me 'Dearest Harry'?" Confused, he decided to go back to the letter, which was written in large loopy handwriting.

I'm not sure you remember me, I'm Penelope Clearwater. I was Head Girl when you were in your third year at Hogwarts. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, though I couldn't send a present because Percy just told me this morning. I would also like to invite you to our wedding. I'm sure Ron has already told you and Percy thought me writing was a waste of time, but I thought that you should be invited officially. The wedding will be on August fifteenth at two o'clock.

R.S.V.P. A.S.A.P,

Penelope Clearwater

There was also another letter in the envelope, from Percy, Harry assumed. "Do I really want to read this? Well, why not."

Harry,

I would like to apologize for my abominable behavior towards you over the past few years. I was very misguided by the lies that Cornelius Fudge was telling me. I now realize I was wrong, and beg for your forgiveness.

Sincerely,

Percy Weasley

"Okay, that was extremely short and really weird. He expects me to forgive him just like that? He's a pompous, ass hole!" Still very confused and slightly angry, he opened Hagrid's letter.

Happy Birthday Harry,

I hope yer aunt and uncle aren't givin yeh a hard time. Are yeh taking the Apparating test? I really hope so. See you at school.

HAGRID

The present was a book called Apparating for Idiots by KT Bell. "Okay, so now Hagrid thinks I'm an idiot, great," Harry thought as he fell backwards onto his bed.

He thought about asking Uncle Vernon if he could go to the Burrow. He figured if he was going to ask, he might as well do it soon, before Malfoy came back. Slowly he trudged down the stairs and went to find Uncle Vernon. He was in the kitchen, since it was only 7:22 in the morning. Dudley was there, stuffing his face as usual.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked, trying to sound like nothing had happened that morning.

"What Potter?" Uncle Vernon said, not even looking up from the morning paper.

"Would it be okay if I went to a friend's house for the rest of the summer?"

"I don't want you near those people, I mean I don't want you coming back next year doing the 'm' word and hurting my family!"

"I am only coming back here for a little while next summer. Believe me; I want to get out of here more than you want me out."

"So where are you planning on going next summer?"

"I am going to buy a house."

"With what money, might I ask? Because if you think you will get even a cent of mine-"

"I have money."

"Fine, you can stay here for one month next summer, and then I never want to see you again!"

"Okay then."

"Go!" Vernon said with a tone of finality.

"Where?"

"To your friend's house!"

"Now?"

"Yes, now!"

"You act like I can just walk there!" Harry yelled, frustrated at his uncle's stupidity.

"Well then Diaperate or whatever!"

"I can't! I haven't taken the test yet! Besides, I don't even know how to get there!"

"Then how do you expect me to get you there?"

"Um, can you drive me?"

"You just said you don't know where it is!"

"Oh, well can you take me to London then?"

"Fine," Vernon said, happy to do anything to get rid of Harry. Upon hearing this, Dudley stopped feeding his face.

"Where are you taking Harry, Dad?"

"I'm going to London genius, haven't you been listening?" Harry said sarcastically.

"Can I go?"

"No," Vernon said, getting worried about what this conversation might lead to.

"Why not?" Dudley asked, while giving a failed attempt to make his face look pouty.

"Wow, that's pathetic Dudders. Anyways, the trip has to do with mag-" Harry started to say and then was interrupted by Uncle Vernon's yelling.

"DO NOT SAY THAT WORD IN MY HOUSEHOLD! AGAIN!"

Harry went up to his room to pack. He pulled his trunk out from underneath his bed and opened it. On top was his photo album. In the front of the album there were pictures from his first year. Most of the pictures had smiling and laughing faces. He wished those happy days would come back. They couldn't though; Voldemort killed them, just like he killed everything else.

As he flipped through the pages the pictures became fewer and fewer and the faces became less and less happy. There were quite a few pictures of people looking completely depressed. There were some candid shots of people, such as Catherine Vance , the daughter of Emmeline Vance (a member of the Order of Phoenix), and a picture of Draco Malfoy falling off his broom. Harry laughed with grim satisfaction when he saw that picture. No one saw it happen but him, some blackmail until he got something better. The last picture in the book was one of Cho Chang. Not wanting to see her face or deal with the grief it caused him he slammed the book shut and started shoving socks into his trunk.

He pulled out an odd looking pair of socks, which he recognized as the ones Dobby had made him. He had forgotten he even had them. They were the most hideous socks he had ever seen, but he figured he should bring them, just incase he might need them, which he doubted he would. He carefully folded them and placed them at the bottom of the trunk. He shoved an assortment of Muggle clothes and wizard robes into his trunk and stacked all his books neatly and shoved them in too. He slammed his trunk closed, but it popped right open. He sat on it for a while, got up, slammed it again, sat on it, got up, and finally it stayed closed.

He picked up his new Firebolt XL, and admired it for a while. Across it his name was written in gold letters. He had given his Firebolt to Ginny, who still had to use a school broom. He ran his hand across the smooth wood and then tapped it with his wand. It instantly shrunk to almost bite-size. He put it in his pocket.

"Potter, hurry up!" Uncle Vernon's voice yelled from down stairs, "I don't have all day!"

"I'm coming!" he said as he picked up his trunk, Hedwig's cage, and his cauldron and hauled them downstairs. He shoved them in the car and as he got in he remembered who else was in London. He had to visit her, but he wondered if she would even remember him. Could she even speak? How he missed her, how he loved her. His one, his only...