Harry Potter and the Trail of Stars

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.....IT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FIFTH BOOK. THIS STORY IS TOLD IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE IMPORTANT CHARACTERS, INCLUDING THE TRIO AND STAFF MEMBERS.

THE HIGHEST BEINGS

This was not the time to talk back to Uncle Vernon. No. No doubt about it. Harry rather thought that Uncle Vernon resembled one of Aunt Marge's dogs, and felt the urge to point that out. However, he restrained himself from doing so. His beet-faced Uncle threw him into the house and slammed the door shut, but not before looking outside making sure that no neighbors had seen him.

Harry made his way into the kitchen and found Aunt Petunia making breakfast. Harry looked down at the dining table. A bowl of mushy potatoes and string beans. Yuck. Harry strolled out of the room before his Aunt could say a word. Harry walked over to his cupboard, and stopped. There was a notice taped to the door. Harry took it off and read it.

DO IT OR ELSE BOY!

1) Your Aunt's garden must be tended to.

2) You must help our dear Dudley lose weight. The nurse at Smeltings said that if he doesn't lose enough weight this summer, they'll expel him. Don't you DARE work him too hard. There is a room next to your cupboard perfect for it. Your Aunt and I have set it up. If he doesn't lose weight by the end of this summer, it'll be the worse for you boy. You will train him everyday.

3) You will clean all the rooms in this house bit by bit. We have guests coming over next week. Your Aunt and I want this house spotless.

4) Under no circumstances, except for chores, will you go outside. Personally, I would love to have you out of the house, but your Aunt insists that you stay in and make no trouble.

5) You will clean and dry the dishes every mealtime.

6) You will obey everything your Aunt and I tell you to do.

7) By the way, Marge is coming to stay with us next week. She will be here for the remaining of the summer. Her house is going to be under construction. She will bring her dogs here, and you will care for them everyday. You will not tell her about your abnormality, and you will not do you-know-what to her. We don't want a repeat of last time. Marge may have no memory of the incident, but the memory of it is still crystal clear in my head!

8) Lastly, your Aunt and I will be gone until next week, the morning before Marge comes. We will leave this afternoon. To insure that you do not destroy the house, your Aunt's friend, Yvonne will watch over you and Dudley. She will make sure you do nothing out of the ordinary. Your abnormality has been explained to her. She will be sleeping in the Guest bedroom, and you will cook meals for them.

9) Do all of the above, or you'll wish you've never been born boy! We write this to you because we don't wish to speak to your face. Stay in your cupboard when you've done everything. We expect you to treat Yvonne and Dudley with the most utmost respect.

Harry groaned after he had finished reading. This would no doubt, be the worst summer he'll ever have.

He went over the list of facts. Now he could add to it, starting from numero uno.

One.....He was alone.

Two.....His owl was all locked up.

Three.....He was not allowed to send letters for weeks.

Four.....His young life was almost over.

Five.....He had no way of contacting his friends.

Six.....His scar was hurting non-stop. It was an awful feeling to feel Voldemort's emotions. Creepy.

Seven.....Voldemort's powers were now fully back and he was more powerful than ever.

Eight.....Azkaban was ready to be attacked. Just how long can the Order fight it? They definitely need more recruits.

Nine.....He was hearing voices from the sky, and voices in his head. Even in the Wizarding world, hearing voices in your head isn't a good thing, Harry remembered Ron saying in their second year.

Ten.....He was seeing things. The red sparks, he had noticed, was still raining down. Nobody else had noticed it, which mean one thing.

Eleven.....Harry knew he must be going crazy. He knew he would one day crack, and it has finally happened. He was on a fast-track way to being in St. Mungo's.

Twelve.....Voldemort was gleeful, meaning something horrible has happened to the Light side.

Thirteen.....Mrs. Figg would be leaving soon. He'd have no way of informing the Order of any more dreams.

Fourteen.....Aunt Marge was coming.

Fifteen.....AND she's bringing ALL her dogs with her.

Sixteen.....HE would be the one caring for the killer dogs.

Seventeen.....He had to spend time with Dudley everyday.

Eighteen.....Yvonne was going to be the babysitter. She HATED him, and now she knows about him being a wizard.

Nineteen.....Those chores.

Twenty.....The list would just go on.....

Wondering how he was going to survive this summer, Harry lay down on the floor. Surprisingly, he did not feel anger towards any of his friends or members of the Order. He did not feel anger towards Professor Dumbledore. Harry understood his reasons for keeping Harry here. He understood that he was far safer here than anywhere else. Harry understood that whatever he was going through here was a better alternative than being trapped by Voldemort.

Voldemort.....Tom Riddle.....Harry almost laughed out loud when he remembered Uncle Vernon refer to Lord Voldemort as 'the Voldy-thing,' and also Fudge referring to Lord Voldemort as 'the Lord-Thingy.' Voldemort surely would not be pleased by the way Fudge and Uncle Vernon was referring to him. Harry amused himself for a moment, by mentally picturing Voldemort.....the Lord Voldemort blushing in embarrassment of being called 'Lord Voldy-thing' and 'Lord-Thingy.' The result was quite satisfying.

Harry glanced at his watch. It was almost 8:00 A.M. As if on cue, Aunt Petunia shrieked that breakfast was ready. Harry immediately heard the loud thumping of Dudley's footsteps coming down the stairs. The house shook from Dudley's weight. Harry made his way into the kitchen, which was not so gleaming anymore. Harry ate his breakfast in one gulp. Dudley ate slowly, as though trying to make the food last a lifetime. Harry turned to leave.

"You boy!" called Uncle Vernon. "You've.....um.....read the note?"

"Yes....." answered Harry, slowly, facing his Uncle.

"Well good. Then, you will start those chords first thing in the afternoon. And Dudley!" shouted Uncle Vernon, now looking at Dudley.

"Yeah?" replied Dudley, looking confused.

"Now. We've talked it over before. Your mother and I. And.....er.....the Smeltings nurse has sent another letter. She had requested that you lose more weight this summer; otherwise you'll be kicked outta the school. Now then.....er.....Harry will be your new trainer. He will make sure to help you lose the weight. You will do exactly as he tells you when it comes to losing weight," said Uncle Vernon, looking nervously at Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Dudley, however said nothing, but glared at Harry and Uncle Vernon. Aunt Petunia made no indication that she heard anything. She went on chewing her tongue. Uncle Vernon went on, both eyes twitching on every alternate beat.

"Your Aunt Marge will be coming next week. Your mother and I will be leaving this afternoon, and Yvonne will be coming to watch over you two. We will be back the morning before Aunt Marge arrives," said Uncle Vernon.

Harry looked at the three of them. The tension in the room was unbearable. Harry knew what was coming on next. One of Dudley's infamous tantrums. It was only to be expected.....Harry quickly walked out of the room and ran to his cupboard, not wanting to witness his dear cousin's tantrum. It was too much for Harry. As Harry closed the door behind him, he would hear Dudley's wails and screams, and pounding. The tantrum went on for a couple of hours, as Harry heard the breaking of dishes and china. He didn't like to think of the state of the house after Dudley's tantrum. HE would be the one to clean it up. This must have been one of the biggest. Harry's head hurt now from all the racket his dear cousin was making.

It was about 2:00 in the afternoon. Harry's stomach was growling. 'They didn't even bother to wake me up for lunch' thought Harry gloomily. He got up off the floor. It was hard and uncomfortable. Harry's ribs ached from laying flat on his stomach. It was a miracle he didn't suffocate from the lack of oxygen.

"Mrs. Figg, or whatever her real name is, was probably gone by now,' thought Harry. He sat back down on the floor, facing the window, which seemed to have moved a foot to the right. It was now all the way on the corner. The sun rays shone in the room. 'Those red sparks look absolutely brilliant against the sunshine,' thought Harry. He had never seen such a beautiful thing, except for the spark show last night. He still didn't know what it was, or if it was an evil or good thing that spurred the red sparks. 'Probably something good. Dunno if Voldemort has enough artist ability to create the spark show.' Harry thought back to the event from last night. In his excitement and rush, he had forgotten to tell Mrs. Figg about what had happened to him. To Harry, it seemed that Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy's big secret revolved around that. Harry thought back to the dream, and heard the part clearly in his head again. "The Nine has truly Awakened....."

'What did that mean?' Harry thought to himself. He remembered the trail of stars from last time in that weird triangle formation. With a shudder, he had pictured the stars brightly in his head again. Opening his eyes, he had just realized that there were nine stars, and three different colors in the three different points. The gold one had gone to him. The silver and blue one had gone somewhere else. The Muggles could not see it. Voldemort has. Mrs. Figg knew something about it. Dumbledore was informed. That did not seem enough to satisfy Harry. What if they didn't stop the invasion of Azkaban? What if the Dementors had fully joined Voldemort's side? What if all the Azkaban prisoners had broken out? What if some else that Harry knew had died tonight? Harry still remembered the shocked look on Sirius' face right before he had died. What if-? So many What-Ifs. Harry knew he had too many thoughts cramped inside his head. A Pensieve was exactly what he needed in a time like this. He shuddered to think how much a Pensieve would cost. Albus Dumbledore was the only one Harry knew of who had possession of a Pensieve. What about Professor Snape? Didn't Harry fall into Snape's thoughts? No.....That wasn't Snape's Pensieve. It was Dumbledore's. Harry had recognized it. It had the carvings A.P.W.B.D. Before, Harry didn't know what that stood for, but after Harry's hearing, which Dumbledore had almost taken control over, he knew what those initials stood for. Why so many names?

Harry tried to clear his thoughts, trying the Occlumency thing. It was sort of like meditating, to Harry, who has once read about it in book. Harry tried to stop thinking, as Snape had once instructed him. 'When is the attack going to start?' wondered Harry, and quickly stopping himself. 'Must not think about anything. I must empty my thoughts.'

BOOM! Harry looked up. The door was kicked open. It was Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, and they were staring at him all weird. Harry blushed. He knew that he must have looked strange in this form. He was sitting Indian Style, and was trying to look like those people that you see on the television meditating. There was a slightly awkward moment, and then Uncle Vernon began to speak.

"Boy! I don't know what tricks you've got up yer ruddy sleeve! That had better not have been you-know-what! What kind of freak show were you putting on there? Don't answer me back. It is 2:30 now. Our limo has arrived. Dudley is in his room on his computer. I expect you to go to him and start training him. Yvonne will be coming tomorrow morning at about 8:00 in the morning. You'd better be up before then. Dudley can have a lie in cause he'll be so tired from his training. We're off. That is, your Aunt and I. If I find that you've been giving Yvonne a hard time, it'll be the worse for you. We expect to come back to a gleaming house. Nothing had better be destroyed! And clean up the mess in the kitchen!" yelled Uncle Vernon. He then walked away, following Aunt Petunia, muttering "Carrot food. I'll give the nurse carrot food.....don't know what the hell she thinks she's doing....."

Harry heard the front door slam. He checked his list of chores. Tending to Aunt Petunia's garden.....He closed his eyes, and he remembered Mrs. Figg's voice telling him not to go outside no matter what. Tomorrow, Harry would be able to go outside. Tomorrow, the defense system would be set up. Harry had promised. It was for his own safety. It was for the Wizarding world's safety. Eyebrows raised so high, he felt like a tool. Did everyone expect him to defeat Voldemort? Did everyone only care about him because he was their 'hope?' Was he only a tool in the eyes of the Wizarding world? Putting all frustration aside, Harry looked at the list again. He would just have to put off doing the garden. It's not like the competition comes next week or something.

Cleaning the house. There was no need to do that yet. The house wasn't dirty, just the kitchen. Harry walked into the kitchen, and started cleaning everything up. It wasn't so bad, not as bad as Filch's detentions. It took him awhile to gather up all the bits of glass and pieces of places, and put them into the garbage can.

Sighing, Harry knew the only thing left for him to do was train Dudley. Harry silently walked up the stairs, while thinking up the best way to approach his cousin. He started thinking up possible sentences.....

Coming up with absolutely nothing, Harry knocked on Dudley's door. No reply. Harry tapped open the door, and walked inside.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was Dudley.....and his boxing mitts on. 'Beat still my beating heart' thought Harry, as he foresaw the next scene. "Oh my lord....." muttered Harry, as he realized death was near.

Quick as a flash, Dudley had sprung himself on Harry and giving him punches in the stomach, face, and chest. Harry could not breathe. It was from the punching, but it was mainly from the fact that Dudley's jump had knocked the wind out of Harry. Gasping for breath, Harry stood up, and started to run for the stairs, careful not to trip. His glasses were broken. Dudley had stepped on them when it had fallen off. As lightning would have had it, Dudley had used his massive hand (with the mitts) and punched Harry again, making him lose his balance, and toppling over the stairs, and falling all the way down.

Dudley watched as Harry fell down the stairs, not moving. Panic arose in Dudley.

'Oh no! I killed the freak!' thought Dudley, as he ran down the stairs (as fast as his fat legs would carry him). He relaxed as he saw Harry get up and sit against the nearest wall.

Harry suddenly laughed. Dudley. The killer whale, instead of letting Harry train him, had beaten up Harry instead. Everything seemed funny. The fact that his life was almost over seemed funny too. The fact that he was bruised all over seemed funny also. The fact that he felt a couple of ribs crack was another funny thing. The Dursleys were funny. Lord-Thingy was funny too. Even Dumbledore was a funny man. The fact that Harry had no life was funny. Harry giggled, uncontrollably. Dudley saw his cousin sitting on the floor in the hallways laughing his head off.

'Must be a side effect of being a Wizard,' thought Dudley. "Hmph!..." came Dudley, as he turned to walk back up the stairs. "Freak....." he muttered.

Harry had heard this, which made him laugh harder than ever. Life was great! He thought back to everything that had happened to him, all the way from his earliest memory.....His parent's death.....

The binding flash of green light. James Potter telling his wife to go take Harry. Voldemort laughing his cruel, cold laugh as he told Lily to step aside. The flash of green light hitting his mother. And somewhere from his early dreams, there was a motorcycle.....

Being beaten up by Dudley and his gang all the way through childhood and his toddler years. Been mistreated by his Uncle and Aunt. Not having a proper family that cares for him.....

Hagrid arriving, telling Harry that he belonged in the Wizarding world, not with the Dursleys. Harry's first happy memory.....

Arriving at Hogwarts, and being sorted into Gryffindor, in front of all the eyes of the students. Harry, getting the loudest cheer, and Hagrid winking at him.....

Harry making friends with Ronald Weasley on the train, his first friend ever, who had turned out to be his best friend.....

Harry and Ron defeating the Troll, saving Hermione Granger, which led to her being their friend, their best friend. They were the Golden Trio.....

Ron and Hermione by his side, working through mysteries, sharing all their secrets, going for the Sorcerer's Stone. Ron sacrificing himself in the giant chess set to get Hermione and Harry through. Hermione working her cleverness and logic to get Harry through the fire to the final destination.....The Mirror of Erised.....

Facing Voldemort and Quirrell, giving them everything he's got, holding it off, doing everything he possibly could to keep the stone from them.....he had nearly died.....

Harry's second year at Hogwarts. Dobby the house elf trying to save Harry's life.....

Hermione's petrified state as she found clues to the creature inside the hidden Chamber.....the deadly basilisk.....asking Aragog and Moaning Myrtle.....working on the Polyjuice Potion.....

Their first dueling class, and Harry's second conversation with a snake. Harry, a Parseltongue.....

Their shock of Ginny's news.....Ron and Harry going inside the hidden chamber to save Ginny.....

Harry battling the deadly Basilisk along with Fawkes and Gryffindor's Sword. Tom Riddle's figure fading, as Ginny's figure becoming clearer.....

Harry's third year. His first crush.....Cho Chang.....

Harry's favorite defense teacher, Professor Lupin, who was one of his dad's best friends.....

Harry's new Firebolt, and Hermione telling McGonagall about it because she cared for Harry's safety.....

The Golden Trio's stupid grudge because of a rat and a cat.....

The Hogwarts Quidditch Cup.....the Gryffindor team so emotional, as they flew down to the ground together, as a team.....

The fatal night of Buckbeak, and finding out about Harry's Godfather.....

Hermione and Harry using the Time-Tuner to change fate, and saving two innocent lives.....

Harry's fourth year.....The Triwizard Tournament.....Harry being one of the school's champions.....The news and people everywhere thinking he was trying to win the fame and glory.....

Even Ron not talking to Harry because of the spotlight......Only Hermione and Hagrid in his school, had been on his side.....

Hermione helping Harry with the summoning charm.....helping Harry with the Tournament.....Ron and Hermione researching endlessly with him.....Ron being the practice dummy.....

The portkey to the graveyard.....where Voldemort's father resided. Cedric's body lying on the ground, never ever to be seen moving again.....

Voldemort's skeletal thin body rising from the cauldron.....the red scarlet eyes with the nose slits.....Their wands connecting.....Harry's parents.....Cedric....

Moody, the impostor, trying to kill Harry.....The magnificence of Dumbledore's power.....Relieving his memories of it to Dumbledore and Sirius.....

The Grimmauld Place, the most noble and ancient house of Black.....the irritable house elf.....

Harry's fifth year.....dealing with the prejudice and ridicules from the Wizarding world.....

His first kiss with Cho.....The D.A.....

Professor Umbridge.....that horrible old woman.....headmistress.....

Dumbledore escaping from his office, telling Harry to practice Occlumency.....

The twins' escape.....flying off with their brooms and Peeves.....bless that old Poltergeist.....

Harry's dreams leading to him thinking Sirius was captured.....Neville, Luna, Hermione, Ron, Ginny.....

The Death Eaters waiting for him.....the prophecy about him.....

Voldemort appearing.....and Dumbledore coming to the rescue. The statues coming alive.....

Sirius Black killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, his cousin. Cries of 'SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED SIRIUS! I'LL KILL HER!' Harry had meant it.....revenge for his Godfather....Harry felt the tears welled up inside him now as he thought on.....

Harry's tantrums at Dumbledore, in his office.....Dumbledore telling Harry about the prophecy.....and how either Voldemort or Harry was supposed to die.....

Harry's recent dreams.....Torturing a woman.....Professor Snape's honorful death.....Wormtail, the cause of Sirius' unhappiness......

Mrs. Figg risking her life so that Harry won't be in danger.....

His last memory: Dudley beating him up, and Harry losing his balance, tumbling down the stairs.....

It was then that Harry thought.....that maybe this was all meant to be.....written in the stars.....he realized all his good times and his bad times, and Harry realized.....that you can't have the sweet unless if you take the bitter.....

All of a sudden, a bright white glow filled the room. Harry blinked. What was happening? In the middle of the glow, appeared a beautiful woman. She was glowing with pride and power. She was dazzling. She was dressed in white.....she seemed like a Goddess to Harry. Harry stared at the woman, who smiled at him.

"You are maturing Harry," she said with a smile. "You're wondering who I am, and how I know who you are."

Harry nodded. It was at this point where Dudley came back downstairs, and saw her radiance glow filling up the room.

"Come Dudley," she called to him, not even looking at him. Her voice was musical and deep. Every word she said felt important and soothing. Dudley made his way next to Harry, looked at him, as though asking him what was going on.

"Dudley. I must save you before you mature. Before this becomes you. As a blood relative of Harry's you should treat him well," she said, as Dudley nodded.

"You are not brought up to be what you are now. This is all wrong. There should have been a different future for you. However, since your mother failed half her part in this story, you are not who you should have become. Your father should not be who he has become. I have come to speak with Harry today, however, you may listen in. Part of this was meant for you. Dudley Dursley, I will right what has been wronged," said the deep and musical voice. She took out a wand, it was unusual, with a bright white star on the end. She set the star on Dudley's forehead. The flash of her wand, gave him some memories of Harry's, telling him just what kind of person his cousin was, a hero, an unselfish hero. Dudley's half formed tears swelled up in his eyes, as he glanced at Harry and the Woman.

"It is done Dudley. With these memories, a line has been righted. Please go now. I must speak alone with your cousin," requested the woman. Dudley continued staring at her. She smiled and with a blink of her eyes, sent Dudley away. Harry turned to look at the woman.

"Who are you?" he demanded, not meaning to sound so sharp.

"I will give you some answers. I am part of the Sai. You do not know what it is. Sometimes during the school year, I believe there will be a class that teaches about this. The Sai is also known as the Line of the Lyre. We do not exist in form anymore. Our time has been many millenniums ago. We are now the Essence of the Sai. We exist in the Elysium Clouds. It is a place of Heaven."

"So.....you're a God?" asked Harry, confused.

"No Harry. Our existence, you can sum it up as being Gods. You must know about the Greek Gods. You can think of us as that. The Greek Gods and the Sai have once been One. We have separated. Gods and Lyris are not the same. We are the Highest Beings. The Olympian Gods are the other line which cannot be restarted. The Olympian Gods are the brother line of ours. The Sai share the power of the Starlight. You have experienced something eventful and beautiful last night, have you not?" came the musical voice.

"Yes! But I don't understand. What was it?" asked Harry curiously.

"It is the Magus Forewarning. The Magus are powerful wizards. Every time the Nine Stars of the Heliomiste, an ancient animal, Constellation arrange themselves as you saw last night, three Magids are warned to be Awakened. I shall not give you the full details. It is not my place. Harry. You were one Magid that was forewarned. I will appear to you again. We only appear to earth when the need is strong. My name is Geldrelline. I shall not tell you more. I will not risk the overwriting of the future. Do not tell anyone else first of you being the Magid, the Lord Magus. There is danger for your power if the first to be informed of this is not your mentor. You will know who your mentor is. I shall go now. All shall be explained to you in due time. Harry, your parents say hello to you and they are very proud. They will see you again. They live just beyond the Elysium Clouds, in the Heaven of the Magik. There are four divisions, you will soon know. Those four divisions, can interfere with one another, the reason that I've talked with your parents. Please tell Millicent Bulstrode that I wish her well. Also, your powers will be awakened on the night after your birth time. You have already received some powers. You will soon learn the full potential of those powers. Those powers are your own. The New Powers are the Starlight's gift to you. Bare them well son of the Starlight.....Bare them well....." and with that, the woman had vanished, leaving behind a scent of roses.

Harry stared at the place where the woman had been. He felt as though his spirit was lifted up. Harry felt calmer than ever. 'Maybe it had something to do with her?' thought Harry. 'All will be explained to me in due time,' thought Harry, thinking back to her words. 'The first to know of me being a Magus will be my mentor. But who is he?' thought Harry, as he walked back to the cupboard. Giving no thought to his New Power, he looked at his watch, and gasped. It was 9:00 at night! The talk with the woman seemed for so short! It had taken so long! And why had she asked of Millicent Bulstrode? Exhausted, and still hurting from the fall, Harry lay down on the floor, and went to a peaceful dream.....