War

Chapter 1: Back in the cupboard

WAR: Sometimes it can make things fun, life is tedious without epic battles. I mean real stories arise from the battles won or lost. And heroes arise from their actions in times of strain.

Harry outlined these words in the fine layer of dust that had arisen on the shelves of his cupboard. When he came back to the Dursleys after his fifth year he had come down to this tiny enclosure a lot. It was in this space that life had been easier. Here he had never seen times of war, only dreamed about them to make his life more interesting. That was how he used to see war, not as a blessing or terrible curse but as a way to spice up life. His views had certainly changed since then. He was older, wiser, and even more tough now then he had been then, but seeing Sirius fall through that curtain had woken a new urge within him. The urge to be nobody again. To live in that little cupboard in number 4 Privet Drive and make Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon eggs every morning.

Harry was tired of being guarded without knowing it and having everyone in the wizarding world know his every move, he wanted to back to being "just Plain Harry" as he had said to Hagrid that night over four years ago when asked who he was.

Harry looked back over the words he had just written and was surprised at how profound they seemed, but one thing bugged him about them. He had written that heroes arise from their actions in times of war, be he the boy who lived, the famous Harry Potter was famous for doing nothing. He felt now more than ever that it was true, he was famous yes, infamous even but he had never really done anything. He had passed out fighting the dark Lord in his first year and was only saved by his mother's spell. In his second year he allowed himself to be bitten by the Basilisk and was saved because of Professor Dumbledore's wise actions. In year three he couldn't even catch Peter when he was right in front of him and in his fourth and fifth years he had stood by and watched Voldemort kill two people, one his age and the other his only hope of a family.

"DAMN IT" Harry yelled into the uneasy silence of the cupboard, "Why do I have to think about this all? Why can't I just let them go the good along with the bad and live life for the moment??" Harry, realizing talking to oneself was not a good sign even in the wizarding world stopped his outburst with a defeated sigh.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew that before summer was out he would have to do something to ease his building sorrow at the death of his godfather. The only thing was Harry was not alone.