The Night of Mystery

 The Night Of Mystery Ch. 1/?

Lily Potter was sitting on a soft comfy couch in her and her husband’s home in Godric’s Hollow. As she hummed a little melody that her one-year-old son Harry has grown to love, James was pacing up and down the hallway, muttering to himself. Ever since the Potters had found out about the ancient prophecy that was forever adapted in the Potter’s bloodline, James had done nothing but worry.

Lily looked back at her small son, who was trying to get a hold of her copper-colored hair. She smiled and tickled his feet, which caused him to gurgle with laughter.

“Lily love?” whispered James has he encircled his arms around her stomach. “You won’t ever leave me will you? Because of that damn Prophecy?”

The young mother turned back to her husband, and took his hand in hers. “No, never in a million years shall I leave you. You are everything I am, everything I have, and everything I need.” James smiled, the first time in weeks. He put his head onto her shoulder and sighed. This was a happy sigh, full of content, love, and peace. Though everything seemed perfect in that little room, the Potters did not see a pare of sparkling green eyes looking at them from a distance, a pare that looked exactly like Lily’s own.

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Harry sighed again as he watched his parents from the rose bush that he hid in. They had no idea what’s to come, and when they do, it’ll already be too late. He averted his eyes and pulled his whole concentration on the Prophecy in his hands. Harry just couldn’t get the last phrase. What in the name of Merlin was:

“Die Dunkelheit verbläßt, während das Licht stirbt”

Harry rolled his eyes skyward. Great. The last line just HAD to be in another language.

Harry drummed his fingertips on his forehead, trying to stop his thoughts from drifting away into that room full of warmth. Dumbledore had sent Harry on this mission so that he could save his parents, in order to do that, he must figure out what this Prophecy means.

Harry let out an irritated sigh and stuffed the damn prophecy away, he couldn’t concentrate, all he could think about was his parents. “God, why must I be the one to do this?”

“Do what?”

Harry nearly jumped a foot into the air when he heard that voice. He spun around quickly, and his eyes landed on a much healthier and better-looking Sirius Black. So this was how Sirius looked before he was thrown into Azkaban mussed Harry. Definitely better-looking and much more healthier than I ever saw him

“So, who are you mate? And what are you doing in this kind of weather?” Sirius asked the ‘Stranger’.

He did have a point thought Harry. Even though it was still Fall, the chilly winds and rain can still soak you to the bone.

“Um…I was just…just going. Yes! I was just going, good day to you sir!”

Harry hurriedly collected himself and strode down the weather-prone pathway, out of Godric’s Hollow.

“But wait! It’s one in the morning! And the forests are dangerous in this time of night, or should I say day. Come to my friend’s house, the one all the way down the path. I’m sure he’ll let you to stay for the night. It’s a rather large manor if I do say so myself.”

Harry stopped walking. Sirius was right he’d never make it out of the woods in this condition. I'm sure that one night wouldn’t be so terrible. But you’re forgetting something Harry, said the annoying voice in his head. What if you let something slip? What if they find out, I'm mean, you were suppose to save without them knowing that it was you. And…the fact that you look so much like your father, it’s uncanny.

Harry thought for a moment to himself. Yes, there is a possibility that they can find out, but how am I to save them if I'm eating alive by a wild beast in the Dark Woods?

“Alright then.” Harry sighed in defeat as he walked numbly back toward Sirius, who was watching him with a dopey grin on his handsome face.

“That’s a good man. Come on, let’s get you fixed up, your soaking wet you are!”

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James was just playing “Tickle” with Harry when someone knocked on the door. He stood up and walked carefully and silently towards the window closest to the front doors. Leaned in, and pulled the curtains back a bit so he could see who it was.  James sighed in relief when he saw Sirius outside. Thank god it wasn’t Voldemort.

“Sirius mate! What are you doing here? At one in the morning?” asked James as pulled the door wide open. Enveloping his best friend in a hug, James raised an eyebrow at what was behind Sirius. The person must have been 5’9” with unruly black hair like his own. He didn’t look much older than 16.

“Um…Sirius? Who is this?”

Harry looked up at the sound of his father’s voice. So long since Harry had wanted to hear that voice up close, to actually interact with his father.

James gasped at what he saw, the boy, or teenager, looked almost exactly like James, with the exception of a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and green eyes instead of chocolate brown ones. Just then Lily came into the room, carrying a tray of cookies and tea. When she saw Harry, her mouth formed a small ‘O’. No way, this is impossible! No one can be that similar!

Sirius just looked like he was having the time of his life, grabbing a cookie off the tray and bouncing a gurgling Harry on his knee.

Harry shifted nervously under his parents’ stares, as though he was see-through. He raised his head again and managed to form a weak smile.

“Siri….Sirius? Who…who is this?” Lily was the first to speak.

“Oh, I found him wondering around here just now, heard him saying about doing something. And since it’s so late, and being the kind hearted person I am, I invited him here. I mean, who would be THAT crazy to wonder out in the woods alone?”

James and Lily looked at each other, both with the same thought. What if this boy is a Death Eater?

“I can assure you that I'm no Death Eater Mr. And Mrs. Potter.” Lily and James’ attention snapped back to Harry quicker than you can say ‘Voldemort’s wearing a pink bunny slipper.’

“How…how did you know?” James sputtered out.

Harry smiled sadly. “Sometimes a gift is more like a curse.”

“Do you mean that…that you can read minds?” said Lily is an awed voice. “But…that can not be! No one is able to do that! Not since Rowena Ravenclaw herself!”

Again Harry smiled. “Yes, that’s true, but sometimes the heir…ummm accidentally gets the same powers as his or hers ancestors you see.”  This time even Sirius stared at wonder at this strange but familiar boy. One who knows way too much for someone of his age. You can tell it by his eyes, those shimmering emeralds held his secrets. If you try hard enough, you might just see something.

Harry knew immediately that he had let something slip. Damn it! He told his brain. Oh now they’ll want to question me…this is not good…not good at all.

Not many people knew what Harry was, because then Harry would be in mortal danger…as if Harry isn’t already. The things Harry are, is both very rare and dangerous. Though Harry often lives in danger, does he not? Even Harry sometimes cannot control his new powers, just like when he read his parent’s minds. He needed practice but Dumbledore said that the best way for Harry to gain experience is for him to actually be in action.

Harry inwardly sighed. Just when things were looking good for once, Voldemort had to strike. Tears stung Harry’s eyes as he remembered what occurred that day.

~Flashback~

Everyone was running. Everyone was screaming. There was chaos everywhere! Blood…so much blood…and the screaming. Please make it stop! Harry ran, heart pounding towards Dumbledore’s office. Just when he reached his destination, he heard an incantation that made his blood run cold.

“Avada Kedavra!” And yet again Harry saw the green beam of light flash towards someone. It was Dumbledore himself!

No! His brain screams, he shall not fail Dumbledore like he failed Cedric. Fast as lightning Harry lurched forward toward Dumbledore, who was battling some Death Eaters and did not notice that a deadly curse was flying his way. Just in time Harry pushes Dumbledore out of the way, getting himself hit instead.

A black mass of clouds covers Harry’s vision as he thinks to himself. /This must be death…feels kinda weird if you ask me/ He closes his eyes, ready to be swallowed by darkness. Then quite suddenly he felt himself being shaken…and slowly, tirelessly, opens his eyes. When his vision cleared, he felt himself staring into those baby-blue eyes of the Headmaster who was crouching next to him.

Harry raised his head a bit and saw mostly everyone crowded around them. He felt so weak, as if all the power was sucked out of his body with a drainpipe. Dumbledore spoke something to the others but he barely heard them. As if being sung a lullaby, Harry closed his eyes and slept.

*~A week later~*

“Oh! Professor! I think he’s waking up!”

That was the first sound Harry heard when he awoke about a week later in the Hospital Wing. After being fussed over by Madam Pomfrey, and getting dressed. He was aloud to get out of bed.

“Ah Harry, I see that your alive and well.”

A smile broke out on Dumbledore’s ancient face when Harry rushed over to hug him. To Dumbledore, he was like the grandchild the Headmaster never had.

“How are you feeling my boy? I hope that Madam Pomfrey has checked you over?”

“Yes sir, she did, like every other year.”

Dumbledore laughed, and his bright eyes twinkled beneath his half moon spectacles. Then they grew serious once again as he led Harry back to his bed.

“I want you to stay in bed a little while longer, to regain your strength. Then we will talk.”

Harry was tired immensely and when he felt the softness of the pillow underneath his head, he fell asleep.

The next day when Harry awoke, Dumbledore was once again leaning over him. Harry smiled at the Headmaster of Hogwarts, whom was currently eating a Chocolate Frog.

“Harry, so glad that you woke up. Now we can talk.”

Harry made a move to sit up, but Dumbledore push him back down, smiling but shaking his head. The usual twinkling that shown in Dumbledore’s eyes were alight, and it gave Harry a sense of happiness.

“So Harry, I'm sure that you have many questions that you want to ask, but I must tell you something first.” The Headmaster looked preoccupied for a second, but then focused his attention back on the eagerly awaiting Harry.

“It will come to a surprise to you Harry, that you are the Heir of Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and, Helga Hufflepuff.”

There was complete silence for a minute, but then a burst of laughter could be heard. Dumbledore looked unmoved by this show of action. Slowly, trying to control himself, Harry faced Dumbledore again.

“Oh professor, that was a good one! Did Sirius tell you to use it?”

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. “No, unfortunately, he did not.” Harry sobered up once more. “I know that this is difficult for you Harry, especially after the death of Mr. Ronald Weasley, but the Wizarding World needs you Harry, we all do.” Harry did not respond for a short time, but when he did, he’s voice cracked and it was full of remorse.

“Why is it always me professor? What did I ever do to deserve this?! I'm Goddamned FIFTEEN not a FUCKING superhero like everyone thinks! Why am I the one to defeat him? Why can’t someone else do it?! I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HOW DOES EVERYONE EXPECT ME TO DEFEAT HIM WHEN I CAN’T EVEN DEFEND MYSELF AGAIN DEATH EATERS?”

Dumbledore let Harry rant on for a bit. The old Headmaster sighed, “Oh Harry dear boy, no one wanted this on you, but this couldn’t be stopped, the Potter and Evans bloodline goes as far as Merlin himself. I am sorry Harry, about the things that you’ve been through, the things you’ve seen and experienced. And you’ll be able to defend yourself soon, for I have created a program for you especially. You are to train with the world’s best wizards and witches. After you’re training, I will send you on a mission. When you’ve completed that young Harry, is the time when you can truly defeat Lord Voldemort.”

So that's how it went, Harry trained with the best of the best for one whole year. When Harry reentered the world, No one could possibly relate him to the skinny and weak boy he once was.

~End Flash Back~

So that’s what had happened, Harry was sent on this “mission” Dumbledore so called it. But how is this suppose to help me kill Voldemort? Harry snapped back to reality however, when Lily tapped him gingerly on the back.

 They didn’t get to say what they wanted to, because the next second, the front doors to Potter Manor was blown open.