Harry Potter and the Trelawney Prophesy

AN: obviously, this didn't get posted because of Fiction Alley being closed for OotP. I will not go on a rant about it presently because I know you'd all like to see this chapter but I will state that I definitely nailed Harry's temper and his closeness with Sirius. Not to mention how no one bothered to tell him anything. I also think that JK prophesy is a little confusing but... Anyway, I said I wouldn't rant.

This chapter (which is merged with the next because it was too short to satisfy you guys) is dedicated to everyone who guessed that Wormtail had to die. I'm trying to get this up, so I don't have time to go back and look because my notes crashed with the other computer. But I think Brenna, Amarantha, Luver, El and I think a couple others guessed correctly. If I missed your name, please feel free to scream it on the review board.

Any one who was confused over Voldemort's scene with "the other Harrys" I think Brenna explained it very well.

Quote from BrennaSH

"That section where there were different Harrys was where Voldie went back in time by kissing Harry's scar and lived though his other two choices of what to do with Harry.

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>The 1st was to adopt Harry and raise him as his son. This Harry turned out to be a prat rather like the nasty Draco. The bit you read was Snape punishing him for Voldie for being naughty. Voldie didn't like this Harry and so he kissed his forhead where the scar should have been and Voldie got a chance to pick his path again.

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>The 2nd Harry was where Voldie left him with his dead parents and walked away without cursing him with the killing curse so Harry became The Boy That Got Away instead of The Boy That Lived. This Harry didn't go though defending the stone or the Chamber of secrets, so didn't grow stronger in personality. This Harry when he finally was caught again by Voldie didn't stand up to him and Voldie didn't want that Harry either, so he kissed Harry's forehead again where the scar should have been and was back to face his choice again.

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>His 3rd choice was to cast the killing curse which righted the world and put everything back the way it has been.

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I hope Brenna doesn't mind me using her words.

Obviously, I'm no long on canon in all aspects of the story but oh well. I hope you all still enjoy it.

Chapter 18

The Choice

Ron and Harry laughed as they waited for their tea leaves to settle.

"Got your inner eye warmed up, Harry?" said Ron.

"Of course," said Harry. Harry hadn't dared tell Ron that he had actually had the dream similar to the one he had made up the beginning of term. Ron would have freaked.

Ron looked into his own cup. "Doesn't look any different than it usually does," said Ron.

Harry smiled and picked up his cup. He glanced into it then moved to hand it to Ron but quickly pulled it back.

It had to be a trick of the eye due to Trelawney's faulty lighting.

Harry looked back into it and turned it.

No. It can't be!

But there was no mistaking the shape that sat in Harry's cup. The Dark Mark.

"What is it, Harry?" said Ron.

"Problem, Mr. Potter," said Trelawney as she approached their table. "Let me see."

"No," said Harry quickly and he magically shattered the cup in his hand.

"What did you see, my dear?" said Trelawney.

"Nothing," said Harry. "I-I've got to go." He pulled his stuff together.

"Mr. Potter."

"I really have to go," said Harry, heading for the trap door. When he reached it, it opened from the out side.

Professor McGonagall appeared.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Sybil" said McGonagall. "But the Headmaster wants to see Mr. Potter immediately."

"Of course, Minerva," said Trelawney.

Harry felt the blood draining from his face and glanced at Ron, who looked suddenly terrified.

"Why?" said Harry.

"He will tell you. Run along now," said McGonagall. "I'm sorry."

The apology made Harry's heart stop. He was compelled to look at Trelawney.

Trelawney sent him a sad sort of knowing look.

"Go on, dear," she said.

Without another word, Harry moved through the school to Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle wasn't blocking the entrance.

"Come in, Harry," called Dumbledore. "Sit down."

Harry went into the inner office and sat down in the chair he was very familiar with. The seriousness on Dumbledore's face was troubling.

Dumbledore searched Harry's expression. "There's no way to lighten this, Harry. I'm sorry," said Dumbledore.

"What is it?" said Harry.

"Sirius has been arrested," said Dumbledore.

That was so far out of the blue, Harry stood up. "Arrested?" said Harry. "For what?"

"For being one of Voldemort's supporters," said Dumbledore.

Harry almost laughed but Dumbledore looked far too serious. "You're kidding?" said Harry. "This is a joke, right?"

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"But it's-"

"It's true," said Dumbledore. "He didn't deny it. He has the Dark Mark."

"I don't believe it," said Harry. "He wouldn't-"

"I saw it myself, Harry."

Harry stared hard at Dumbledore. There was a grave look on his face. It was something Harry feared. That Sirius would do even that for Harry.

"He did it for me, didn't he?" said Harry softly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Love, Harry."

Harry sighed. "Choices, Professor," said Harry. Dumbledore nodded again. "Where is he?"

"Azkaban," said Dumbledore.

"I have to see him."

"I know, Harry," said Dumbledore. "But you must do it quickly."

There was and odd intense express on his face now.

"Why?" said Harry.

"He's to be executed tomorrow."

"WHAT?" shouted Harry outraged. "They didn't execute Wormtail."

"Sirius is much more powerful than Wormtail," said Dumbledore. "He's a bigger threat."

Harry's heart stopped then started racing. Sirius was going to be executed because of him. Rage towards the world flooded through his veins. He didn't feel like being the one who had to save it.

But he did know what he had to do to save Sirius.

Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"I won't let anyone else die for me," said Harry.

"I know, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry nodded and left.

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He walked through the barred gates until he reached Sirius' cell.

"Harry," said Sirius, rising from his cot. "You shouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't be here," said Harry.

"Harry-"

"Show me," said Harry.

"Harry-"

"Show me," insisted Harry.

Sirius pushed up the sleeve of his robe revealing the Dark Mark that had been burned onto the skin on his arm.

"When?" said Harry.

"After the trial," said Sirius.

That long ago? So Sirius was never in any real danger from the Death Eaters. "Why?" said Harry.

"I had to be able to come and go to the compound, Harry," said Sirius, his voice was deep with emotion. "It was the only way Voldemort would trust me. It was the only way I could stay with you."

But Sirius wasn't with Harry. First the Ministry and now, it seemed, Voldemort was keeping them apart. Harry felt so stupid. Voldemort always knew where Sirius was. And Sirius had even told Harry to go to Voldemort over the Christmas break.

It was only a matter of time before the Ministry found out. But now there was a way that he could be with Sirius. And he could protect him.

"I know, Sirius," said Harry. "But I'm not going to let you die for me."

"Harry-"

"NO," shouted Harry. "I won't let anyone else die for me."

Harry strode away from the cell hearing Sirius shouting after him. That last grain of sand had fallen through the hourglass.

It was time.

And Harry was ready - felt it - knew it.

He was seventeen and was tired of everyone making his decisions for him. He wouldn't be manipulated or controlled. He refused to helpless anymore.

You have the power to initiate great change.

Accept your destiny.

And so Harry would. All of it!

Draco.

Not now Harry. I'm in the middle of a test.

I'm out of time.

What are you talking about?

The choice, Draco. Remember. The choice.

What's happened?

Has Voldemort called you?

No. Harry, tell me what's happened.

The Ministry arrested Sirius. They're going to execute him.

Oh God. Why?

Did you know he was a Death Eater?

No.

If you knew, Draco, so help me-

Harry, I swear I didn't know. Don't you think I would have said something.

Draco.

Come on, Harry. Granger said you couldn't lie telepathically. You know I'm telling the truth.

All right, All right. I believe you.

So what are you going to do?

Harry heard the hesitance in Draco's question.

The only think I can do. I will not let anyone else die for me.

So, it's time?

Yes. Tell Ron and Hermione to be at the execution. Ron's father should be able to arrange it.

And me?

I'm sure you'll be there.

Harry - What are you going to do?

I'm going to make history again, Draco. I'm going to change the world and you guys are going to help me.

Great.

Once outside the gates of Azkaban, Harry apparated to the campfire. He stared at it for a moment.

Harry heard Severus' voice in his head. Well, famous Harry Potter, how brave do you feel?

He took a deep breath. "This time it's by choice," muttered Harry. Harry glanced around the compound. It was empty but he heard noises from the conference tent as Harry walked towards it. This would be the first time he would be in it. They were in for an interruption they'd never forget.

He stopped at the entrance when he heard Sirius' name.

"Can't be good."

"Master, what should we do?"

Harry took a step into the tent and was hit with such a head-rush it almost knocked him over.

Harry got a grip on it and looked around. The Death Eaters looked surprised as he stepped further into the large room. Harry located Voldemort sitting behind a large desk.

Voldemort slowly stood up. His expression was inscrutable.

"You felt that, didn't you, Harry," said Voldemort.

"What?" said Harry.

"That rush of power," said Voldemort.

"Is that what it was?" said Harry.

"Yes, Harry," said Voldemort. He turned to his Death Eaters, "Who else felt our power?"

Several Death Eaters voiced that they had felt the surge when Harry had entered. A couple of them dropped to their knees.

Voldemort looked at Harry. "I told you, Harry," said Voldemort. "I told you when you made your choice, the connection would be complete and we would both know it."

So that was it. Harry understood. He could still feel the tingling at the back of his neck. He walked to the front of Voldemort's desk. "I understand," said Harry.

"Do you?" said Voldemort as he settled back into his chair.

Harry leaned on the surface of the desk, staring down into Voldemort's eyes. "You know I do," said Harry.

"Say it, Harry," said Voldemort, the red eyes starting to glow again.

"I accept you," said Harry. "I choose to be with you. I am Lord Voldemort's son."

Voldemort reached out his hand toward Harry's face. Harry flinched.

"I had hoped when you accepted me, the pain would stop," said Voldemort.

"It's our connection," said Harry. "It won't just go away."

Voldemort nodded but he didn't appear as pleased as Harry would have thought.

Harry glanced around at the Death Eaters. "Leave us," said Harry. "I wish to confer with my father."

They left and Harry looked back at Voldemort who now was smiling with the satisfaction Harry had expected.

"Will you help me?" said Harry.

"Of course, Harry," said Voldemort. "Sirius needs to be with us."

Harry nodded and magically pulled a chair closer to Voldemort's desk.

"You already have a plan," said Harry. "Tell me."

Voldemort laughed as if all his dreams had just come true.

"Ah, Harry, how well you know me."

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Harry apparated in front of Sirius who was tied to a stake and looked around. When his gaze found the Minister of Magic nearby, he hailed him.

"I contest this execution," said Harry loudly.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Goodhue. "You can't."

Harry stepped toward him.

"Oh, but he can," said Voldemort who had apparated beside Sirius.

The crowd gasped.

"You know how fiercely Harry defends his family and friends," said Voldemort.

"Did you feel the power, Sirius?" Harry heard Voldemort say softly to Sirius.

"Yes," said Sirius. "What's going on?"

"This is Harry's show, Sirius," said Voldemort. "Just watch him."

Harry addressed the Minister. "Sirius' only crime is trying to protect me as I tried to protect him," said Harry. "I won't let you execute him."

"He has joined Lord Voldemort," said Goodhue. "You can't stop us."

"Can't I," said Harry. He raised a hand and Sirius was freed from the stake. Voldemort pulled him away from it.

Masked Death Eaters started apparating around the field. The crowd backed away in fear.

"You've joined him, then?" said Goodhue with surprise.

"No, Minister," said Harry. "He has joined me."

Voldemort chuckled. "Semantics, Harry?"

Harry ignored him. "You see, I will not be manipulated anymore. I won't be controlled. And I won't accept what the world throws at me. I am not be helpless anymore. You will not kill my godfather, who I love and who has done nothing but try to protect me."

Magical ropes encircled Harry controlled by at least four aurors.

Harry felt Voldemort's power and with a shrug broke out of them as if they were made of thread.

"I'm not the boy who lived anymore," said Harry.

"Does that mean we're going to Bulgaria now?"

Harry almost choked on a laugh and glanced around until he saw Ron and Hermione standing in the front of the crowd, close enough to hear.

"I have a couple of things to do first, Ron," said Harry.

"Let me know," said Ron. "We're ready."

They were with him. Harry was filled with a rush of gratitude and nodded to them.

"So you've chosen the Dark side," said Goodhue.

"No, Mr. Goodhue," said Harry. "I've chosen to be the balance of power."

"I don't understand."

"I know, Minister," said Harry. "But you will."

"Harry," said Voldemort.

"Yes, father?"

"Show them your conviction."

"What do you mean?" said Harry.

"Wormtail," said Voldemort.

Harry glanced around and found Peter Pettigrew in an enclosure nearby set up so that the convicted could see Sirius being made an example of.

"I won't kill for you," said Harry.

"I'm not asking you to kill for me, Harry," said Voldemort. "I'm telling you to kill for you."

"Explain," said Harry.

"He betrayed your parents and you saved his life," said Voldemort. "He betrayed you and you almost went to prison. His betrayal has now included Sirius. Wizarding honor is very specific, Harry."

Betrayal. Yes. Harry understood. The world needed to feel Harry betrayed them. Harry nodded.

"I understand, father," said Harry.

He raised his hand and Wormtail fell to his knees.

"No, Harry," cried Wormtail. "I beg you."

"Avada Kedavra!" said Harry.

Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed Harry's parents, stole Harry's blood, kidnapped Ron, turned on Harry and who was really responsible for Harry's entire nightmarish life, hit the ground dead.

"Very good, my son," said Voldemort with satisfaction.

"Take Sirius, Father, please," said Harry.

Draco, are you here?

Yes.

Go get Ron and Hermione.

I can't apparate with both of them.

Just tell them I need them and hold onto them. I will do the rest.

All right, Harry. What-

I have to talk to Ginger.

The rest of the Weasley family was across the clearing and Harry approached them. Mr. Weasley had a tight grip on his only daughter who looked like she wanted to run to him.

"I'm sorry, Ginger," said Harry.

"No, Harry," cried Ginger. "Take me with you."

"I can't."

"Please, Harry. I love you." Ginger was crying.

"You won't understand what I have to do," said Harry. He looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Take care of her."

"What have you done, Harry?" said Arthur Weasley.

"You'll see, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.

Looking back at Ginger, Harry reached out and gently touched her face.

"Harry." Her lips quivered.

"I'll do what I have to do, Ging," said Harry. "Depend on it."

"Are you ready, Harry?"

Harry turned, hearing Ginger's sobs behind him but he steeled his resolve.

"Yes, Father," said Harry.

Harry waved his arm over his head and all the Death Eaters there as well as anyone they had a grip on disapparated at once.

Within moments they were all beside the fire at the compound. Harry fell into his chair.

"Well that was weird," said Ron.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and looked up at Sirius.

"Nice rescue, Harry," said Sirius. "Thanks."

"I told you I wouldn't let them kill you," said Harry. He looked at Voldemort. He had never seen him looking so pleased. "So now what?"

Voldemort chuckled as he settled into his own chair. "You make your demands, Harry," said Voldemort. "At this very moment, you control the entire wizarding world."

"Me?" said Harry incredulously.

"Yes, Harry," said Voldemort. "Didn't you see their fear, their awe of the power they felt when we were together." He looked at Ron and Hermione. "Can you feel it?" he asked them.

"What that tingling?" said Ron.

"It feels like there's a loose electrical wire nearby," said Hermione.

"Yes," said Voldemort. "That is magical residue from the power Harry and I now share when we are together. Individually, we are both stronger than any other wizard alive but together our power is immeasurable."

"So what do we do with it?" said Harry, trying to fight that feeling of helplessness that was trying to sneak back.

"I told you, Harry," said Voldemort. "Tell them your demands."

"What are my demands?"

Voldemort chuckled. "Look to you council," said Voldemort.

Harry looked at Sirius, Draco, Ron and Hermione.

Sirius nodded. Ron shrugged. Draco fell into a chair looking concerned. Hermione was the only one who looked confident.

Harry looked back at Voldemort. "And you?"

"I will insure that your demands are carried out. The balance of power, Harry," said Voldemort.

Harry looked at Hermione. Everything was obvious to her. "So what are we doing?"

Hermione glanced at Voldemort. "If I read the prophecy correctly, you are restoring order."

"Meaning?" said Ron.

"Meaning," said Hermione. "Forcing them to restructure the Ministry - reorganize it."

"Very good, Hermione," said Voldemort.

"How?" said Harry.

"Just tell them what to do, Harry," said Hermione. "Everyone fears you and Lord Voldemort now. Tell them what to do and they will do it. If they believe in the prophecy then they know you will do the right thing."

Harry's head was starting to hurt again. He closed his eyes.

"Can't I just go to Bulgaria now," said Harry.

Draco and Ron laughed.

Harry felt the pain and opened his eyes as Voldemort took hold of his chin, leaning over him.

"We have work to do, Harry," said Voldemort. "There is no escaping it now. You aren't helpless anymore."

Harry nodded staring back at Voldemort. "I know," said Harry as Voldemort moved away. He returned to his chair and Harry looked at Hermione. "So how should we reconstruct the Ministry?"

Hermione magicked herself a table and chair then some parchment and ink. She picked up a quill.

"Well I think we should start with eliminating some of the more stupid departments," said Hermione. "We can start with that Disposal of Dangerous Magical Creatures Department. What kind of farce was that? We can create some sort of observation and control department and put Hagrid in charge of it."

Ron snorted. Harry had to smile.

Voldemort actually laughed. "Very good, Hermione," said Voldemort. "You are indeed a natural at this sort of thing." He turned to Harry. "I have said it many times Harry, you have chosen your friends wisely. They do you credit."

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And so with the help of everyone in the compound, they restructured the departments of the Ministry and called for formal elections, elections that included everyone. Everyone, over the age of 15, could vote and anyone could be elected, but it was their choice if they wanted to accept the position they were offered.

Once Harry delivered his requests (Harry preferred that terminology over demands - Harry guessed he was getting good at semantics too) to the Minister, Voldemort sent his Death Eaters out to observe the wizarding world.

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Harry left his tent and saw several Death Eaters dump someone at the foot of Voldemort's chair. Voldemort stood up which Harry took alarm at. The person must be important.

Harry approached the fire cautiously. He soon saw the wooden leg of the man on the ground. Moody?

"Pure evil," said Mad-Eye Moody. "You can rot if you think ole' Moody will conform to your stinking demands."

Voldemort chuckled looking down at him. Moody was magically bound and Harry doubted he could find leverage enough to pull himself to a standing position.

"Come now, Alastor," said Voldemort. "Harry's demands are quite reasonable."

"Harry?" said Moody. "Don't try to con me, Voldemort. I don't know what you did to the boy but there is no way that boy would turn. I know it. I felt it. Harry's as inherently good as you are evil."

"Precisely, Alastor," said Voldemort. "Don't you agree, Harry."

Voldemort had noticed Harry approaching.

Moody looked up at him and he felt that magic eye of his scour over him. "What's he done to you, boy?" said Moody. "I still sense nothing Dark from you."

Harry walked around his chair and raised his hand. All of Moody's restraints fell off him and Harry helped him up.

"There is nothing Dark in me, Mr. Moody," said Harry. "Well aside for some of the stuff I got from him," Harry said with a nod at Voldemort. Voldemort chuckled. "It's the balance of power," said Harry. "Can you understand it?"

Moody stared at him. "He's not forcing you, is he?" said Moody.

"No, sir," said Harry. "I am here by choice. The world needs to heal."

"See here-"

"Mr. Moody," Harry interrupted. "Go back to them. Tell them to do as I tell them or Lord Voldemort will make them. I don't want it to come to that."

Moody stammered a minute.

"Please," said Harry. "There need not be any death." Harry raised his hand to Moody's face. Like pulling a tissue out of a box, Harry drew Voldemort's strength. Moody hit the ground. "Our power is that strong, Mr. Moody," said Harry seriously. "You don't want to make my father angry. He is very possessive over me and what displeases me, displeases him. Tell them to do as I say," said Harry.

Moody looked up at Harry with astonishment. Harry wasn't sure if it was because of the power he'd just demonstrated or that Harry was being so forceful. It didn't matter to Harry. Harry just didn't want any killing.

"Avery," said Harry to the Death Eater who had dragged Moody in. "Take Mr. Moody back to the Ministry."

The Death Eaters didn't question Harry anymore, nor did they look to Voldemort for permission.

"Yes, Master Harry," said Avery as he pulled Moody away.

"Harry," said Voldemort.

Harry turned to him. He had settled back into his chair. Harry fell into his own. "Yes?"

"You never cease to amaze me," said Voldemort.

"What have I done now?" said Harry.

"You've shown compassion and conviction at the same time," said Voldemort. "You can inspire fear and assurance at the same time."

"So," said Harry.

Voldemort chuckled. "There's that modesty," said Voldemort. "It is a rare gift, Harry. You are a born leader."

Harry sighed. "I am what the world - what you have made me," said Harry. "Feel free to gloat."

Voldemort laughed. "Always the cynic, my Harry," said Voldemort. "But you are wrong. You are what the world needs."

"No, Voldemort," said Harry. "WE are what the world needs."

"Ah, Harry, I have taught you well."