(I'm going to try this again. I'm going to try and put the stories back up here... since looking up on my other site is apparently to much hassle. And just so we're clear, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! ALL COPYRIGHT BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING!)
Prologue: Discovering the Legend
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Remus Lupin was walking along one of the many corridors of Hogwarts castle. He had just finished telling Dumbledore that the prophecy was still safe and how things have been quiet ever since Christmas.
He was going to head straight back to Grimmauld Place to see Sirius. He had been worrying about his friend lately; he was starting to drink a lot and was spending all his time shut up with Buckbeak. Remus was hoping that some company would cheer him up, if only a little bit. He was worried that Sirius was going to go mad trapped in that house any longer… but Dumbledore's orders were still orders.
He remembered the last time that his best friend and the old Headmaster confronted each other.
It was just after the attack on Mr. Weasley did Sirius met Dumbledore head-on. "Sirius?" began Dumbledore patiently. "What is it?"
"It's Harry," said Sirius firmly.
"Ah," said Dumbledore. He readjusted his half-moon spectacles on the end of his crooked nose and waited for him to continue.
Remus should have been able to guess that this was about Harry; either that or about Sirius wanting to do more for the Order. Remus had also begun to worry about Harry also. The teen seemed to have been going out of his way to avoid everyone ever since they came back from visiting Arthur at St. Mungos. Remus had thought he looked extremely pale, if not a little ill.
"Is Harry all right?" Dumbledore asked then, looking Sirius in the eye.
"No, and you can't tell me that you honestly think he should be," Sirius informed him. "He's in a bad way Dumbledore."
"How bad is he?"
The small crease behind those half-moon spectacles and between the bushy white eyebrows told Remus that the old wizard cared about, and was anxious about Harry's welfare, a great deal more than he would reveal to Sirius and perhaps even to Harry himself.
He supposed that on one hand, Dumbledore was expected to treat Harry as one of his hundreds of students—but on the other, the headmaster had come to favor the boy who, from being a baby, had been under his watchful eyes, and who had proven again and again to be even more remarkable, courageous and good-hearted than his father. Remus had to admit, Harry did have such an effect on people. After all he had been through and done, he was an unbelievably selfless and determined person. It was difficult not to both like and respect James' only son.
"Sirius, please," Remus said gently. "You know as well as I do that Harry would be remarkable if he wasn't run down with everything that's happened."
Sirius just waved him aside, "Look, why don't we just come right out and tell him about the prophecy?" he begged. "He doesn't know about it, and that's why he doesn't realize how much danger he's in."
"Sirius," Dumbledore said gently. "I'm sorry, but I told you before that this is something that Harry doesn't need to know right now."
"Come off it!" Sirius yelled. "You can't tell me that it's normal for a fifteen-year-old teenager to have the entire world think you're crazy."
"But Harry is not a normal teenager," Dumbledore reminded him. "Terrible things have happened to him and…"
"How can you just not care that he's suffering like this?" said Sirius angrily through gritted teeth.
"Sirius," Remus warned.
Dumbledore folded his arms across his chest and long beard and frowned.
"I do care about Harry," he said quite quietly, "More perhaps than I can say. But there is little we can do for him besides offering continued care and support."
"Can't you at least talk to him?" Sirius demanded, meeting the wise wizard's eyes squarely. "I know he's bothered that you continue to ignore him like you have done."
"For which you know the reason as well as I do, Sirius."
Remus detected a hint of sadness from Dumbledore, not in his voice, but behind those familiar glasses as he looked unwaveringly at Sirius.
"I would never wish to place Harry in more danger," he continued gravely. "And my presence is a danger to him, proof by the feelings he experienced before Christmas about wishing to harm me. It is my wish that we do everything possible to keep Lord Voldemort at bay, and not in Harry's mind."
"But how is he supposed to understand the kind of danger he's in if we don't tell him?" Sirius demanded.
"I have my reasons for not telling him Sirius," Dumbledore interrupted quietly, "I do not wish Lord Voldemort to be tempted to try to enter Harry's mind."
"So you really think Voldemort is getting into Harry's mind?" Sirius questioned, but his tone had changed; it was not skeptical but grave.
"Certainly, he did, when Harry witnessed Arthur Weasley's attack," said Dumbledore serenely. "Whether he is aware of this connection, I am unsure, but it is only a matter of time. I dread to think of what he would implant in Harry's mind, knowing it is easy to access, manipulate and even control. I do not wish to take such a risk, for Harry's sake."
Sirius sighed heavily.
"Harry told me—that he felt he was sensing Lord Voldemort inside him. That he perhaps sees what Voldemort sees in his sleep."
"Did he describe these dreams?" Dumbledore asked sternly, but seemed unsurprised.
Sirius shook his head. "He didn't give specifics; he just said that he saw things from Voldemort's point of view."
"Of course, they may merely be dreams," said Dumbledore softly, nodding, "but it is also quite possible he is glimpsing Lord Voldemort's thoughts. But it is the other way around that concerns me. I have plans to help Harry block these thoughts and visions from his mind once he is back at school."
"How?" Remus frowned. "Occlumency?"
"Precisely," said Dumbledore. "In the meantime, I am afraid that there isn't anything else I can do for him."
Remus looked sideways at Sirius. He could tell Sirius was furious, but also understood the greater debate between himself and Dumbledore.
"Well it can't help that he's locked up in this place!" Sirius sounded like he was close to exploding. "If he could go out, get some fresh air…"
Remus looked down to his feet as he pondered whether Sirius was really talking about Harry or relating some of his own feelings about being trapped in Grimmauld Place.
"Enough," said Dumbledore. "Harry's safety is our greatest priority. His friends are here, you are here. He is not alone, Sirius, and it is a matter of a couple of weeks before he returns to school."
His face red, Sirius glared at Dumbledore for a moment. Then he stood swiftly and took long strides across the kitchen, and slammed the door behind him. The noise rang in Remus' ears.
"Sometimes he is no different to the trouble-making, hot-tempered teenager that was sent to my office countless times," mused Dumbledore, then sighed and looked to Remus. "Of course, he has also changed in many ways since then.
"I doubt he means to lay blame on you. He's frustrated in himself, Albus. And he does truly care about Harry."
"Alas, I try to keep them both safe but it seems to be causing more harm than good. Sometimes I do wonder if I am making the right choices," Dumbledore admitted.
"If you sent Sirius to do work for the Order," said Remus, "you know it would be disastrous. He is an excellent wizard, but not a careful one."
Dumbledore nodded but looked worried.
"However," Remus went on, "If you would allow him to go out now and again—I think it might be a good idea. He isn't the kind of man who can stand being trapped in a place for too long. After all those years in Azkaban, he feels like nothing has changed."
"I agree," Dumbledore said heavily. "But I did not intend have him imprison here when I agreed to use this house for headquarters. I can only hope that this will not end badly."
"What about Harry?"
"Keep an eye on him, will you, Remus?" Dumbledore answered. "Keep his mind off things until he returns to Hogwarts. There is presently little I can do for him besides ask this of you and Sirius."
"We will," agreed Remus.
Dumbledore nodded and smiled, and then he swept from the room without another word.
*End of Flashback*
Remus sighed as he rubbed his shadowed eyes. He really needed to get a good night sleep tonight; he'd been done guard duty 3 nights this week and was exhausted. He had just turned around a corner when he suddenly stopped dead. A tall door was just standing there opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet.
Remus knew every nook and cranny of Hogwarts but he couldn't remember ever seeing a door there before. Just as he was about to investigate, the door opened and a group of 5th year Ravenclaw students suddenly emerged. Soon after that, a group of Hufflepuffs followed by an even larger cluster of Gryffindor students.
Wondering what on earth was going on; he waited until he was sure that the last three students came out. Of course, they were the very students that he knew so well.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were carefully looking around before they too left the room. Remus, who knew that he wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone, quickly hid behind a suit of armor as they came his way.
"I still can't believe that you forgotten to bring the map, Ron," Hermione said in a scolding tone.
"It's Harry's map! Why lecture me?" Ron snapped back.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "But you said that you wanted to borrow it so that you could sneak into the kitchens for some food. So YOU were supposed to bring it."
"I was hungry!" Ron said trying to justify himself.
"You're always hungry, Ron," Hermione said. "Anyway that was a great lesson Harry."
'Lesson?' thought Remus confused for a moment before he remembered. 'Oh, they must be talking about that secret defense group that Mundungus overheard them talking about in the Hog's Head.'
"Thanks. But you know now that I think about it," Harry said. "I don't think I've ever seen the Room of Requirement anywhere on the map."
'Room of Requirement?' Remus thought.
"The Room of Requirement is a room within Hogwarts that only appears when a person is in great need of it," Hermione said quickly. "So if you need the room to be Unplottable, it won't appear on the Marauder's Map. But…" she added more slowly, "It could also mean that perhaps Sirius and the others never found the room before."
'Oh, is that how it works?' thought Remus impressed. He truly had no idea that there was such a room here. He waited until he was sure that the trio were out of sight before he felt that it was safe to come out. He really wanted to speak with them, but if someone caught them then it would just give them more trouble from Dolores Umbridge.
He didn't want to give the miserable toad more reason to be breathing down their necks.
He probably should've just left after that. But his curiosity, burning in a way that he hadn't felt since he had been at school here, he walked up to the door, only to see that it had vanished. Wondering how to get in, he thought hard about what he wanted. He wanted to know more about what Harry, Ron, and Hermione were up to.
But nothing happened. No door appeared.
He started to pace the floor, wondering how to get in… did he need a password? He begun pacing back in forth trying to think of one and to his surprise the door just appeared. He looked down both sides of the corridor to make sure that no one was watching and he pulled the door open.
He didn't know what he was expecting… maybe the room that they were all studying in their secret Defense Against the Dark Arts group? Or something more exciting…
Instead, all he got was a large room with just one small table in the middle with a stack of books sitting on top.
"That's all?" Remus demanded. He had wanted to find out more about what the trio were up to; not sit down and read who-knows-what. Thinking that maybe he missed something, he searched the room… only to find that there wasn't anything else. Not even a crumb or a speck of dust on the floor.
Thinking that he just wasted his time, he was about to leave when he decided to get a closer look at the books. He was expecting some history books or even some textbooks… what he wasn't expecting was to see the top book had a picture of a boy on a broomstick… a boy that looked eerily familiar.
Curious, he picked it up so that he could read the cover. The title of the book read:
Year 1: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Remus's jaw dropped. He could only stare at the words, not knowing what to say or do. He stared at the picture on the cover and discovered that it was really Harry. Flying on a broom trying to catch a falling Snitch—the jet black hair, startling green eyes, round glasses, and there on his forehead—a lightening scar.
There was no doubt that it WAS him
Too stunned to speak, Remus looked down at the other books and saw that there were 3 more.
Year 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Year 3: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Year 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
For who knows how long, the he just stood there gaping at the books. Where did they come from? Was this some kind of joke? If he didn't know any better he might have thought so. But something was telling him that these books were the real deal.
He looked back down at the first one still in his hands, wondering what to do. After a few minutes, he scooped up all 4 books, stuffed them in his robes, and left the room. He traveled as fast as he could go without being seen to the front gates and disapperated straight to Grimmuald Place.
Sirius set the album down slowly. It was Remus's old photo album, filled with pictures of days when the Marauders were still at school… days with James and Lily. Unable to look at their smiling faces any longer, he got up and began to pace the kitchen for about the hundredth time today. If only Harry was still here, it would make staying in this hellhole bearable. He could handle being trapped here if only he could see his godson.
His godson, the one he should have raised instead of getting stuck in Azkaban for twelve years. But instead, was raised with the Dursleys, against Lily's wishes. And the little boy had grown into this battle hardened teenager that had never had a chance for a normal life. He had no idea what had happened to cause the teen to grow up so fast. He only had a vague idea because Dumbledore always changed the subject whenever he asked and Molly had just said something about a cursed diary once.
"I wish I knew more about him," Sirius said to himself running a tired hand through his unkempt hair. Just at that moment he heard the doorbell ring, which was his mother's portrait cue to start screaming.
Remus landed on the front step of Grimmuald Place, like he always did, before he knocked and waited for Sirius to answer. In his hurry, Remus started to ring the bell in impatience, until Sirius finally answered.
"What now?" Sirius growled. But immediately brightened when he saw who it was.
"Remus," Sirius said sounding pleased to see him. "You're early, you said that you wouldn't be here until—what's wrong?" Sirius had just noticed how white his friend was as he stood back and let him in. "Did something happen?"
"I—no—well I…" Remus began. "I had just finished telling Dumbledore that the prophecy is still safe. But as I was leaving, I found Harry, Ron, and Hermione coming out of a secret room on the seventh floor."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "And what's the problem?"
"The problem?" Remus repeated as he led the way back into the living room. "The problem is they were coming out of the Room of Requirements."
"The what?" Sirius barked. "Remus no one knows that castle better than we do. And we never found any secret room on the seventh floor…"
But Remus surprised Sirius by interrupting him, "I saw them coming out of the room and overheard them talking about it. Apparently, it only appears to people who have real need of it."
"Well, that sounds handy," Sirius said, still not understanding what Remus was so upset about. "I wish that we found it… wait maybe we did. I remember me and James hiding in a broom closet on the seventh floor once from a teacher after we set off a stinkpillet in the girl's bathroom. But when we went back… it was gone. You think that maybe…"
"Sirius!" Remus interrupted again.
"Now, what's the matter with you?" Sirius demanded sounding annoyed.
"I went in there to try to find out a little more about what those three were up to… and… and I found…" Remus pulled out the first book and laid it on Sirius lap. "I found this."
Remus looked up at his best friend to see him staring a book with a shocked expression on his face.
He watched as Sirius turned it over to see the back and written there was:
Harry Potter has never played a sport while flying on a broomstick.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. Harry was the best flyer that he had ever seen; even better than James had been. It was hard to image that there was a time that Harry had never flown before.
He's never worn a cloak of invisibility,
That cloaked rightfully belonged to Harry. Sirius almost smiled at all the times that the Marauders used it to sneak out of the castle.
Befriended a giant, or helped hatch a dragon.
What dragon? Sirius paused staring at the words.
All Harry knows is a miserable life with the Dursleys, his horrible aunt and uncle, and the abominable son, Dudley. Harry's room is a tiny closet at the foot of the stairs.
Sirius nearly dropped the book at the words, his claw-like hands beginning to shake in rage. His godson slept in a closet? (Miles away the Dursleys felt a cold jolt enter their hearts as Sirius swore to get even with them.)
And he hasn't had a birthday party in eleven years.
Sirius eye twitched. His hands griping the book hard.
But all that is about to change when a mysterious letter arrives by owl messenger: a letter with an invitation to a wonderful place he never dreamed existed. There he finds not only friends, aerial sports, and magic around every corner, but a great destiny that's been waiting for him… if Harry can survive the encounter.
Sirius didn't like the sound of the last part. Why would Harry not survive the encounter? Nothing happened in his first two years that was dangerous… right? Right?
"It looks like there's more too." Remus said pulling the other 3 out of his bag. For once in his life, Sirius didn't know what to say.
"But how… why…?"
"I don't know! I just went in there and I found them sitting on a table. I brought them here… I thought that maybe you had any idea what this was all about."
"Don't look at me," Sirius whispered. He stared at the book, wondering what to believe. If these books were right… then these must tell everything that happened to Harry during his first 4 years at school.
"But where did these books come from?" Remus asked, more to himself than to Sirius.
"Something tells me that Harry doesn't know anything about these," Sirius said dryly. He loved his godson more than anybody but he also knew that Harry hated all the attention that he got from his title of being the-boy-who-lived.
Sirius knew that Harry would gladly give up that title and all the fame in a heartbeat if he could. Though these days it, the ministry has been calling him the boy-who-lies.
"They're of his past years at Hogwarts" Remus stated. "And the one you have must be of his first year."
"Yes, now we can find out what really happened to him during his first years of Hogwarts," Sirius said almost silently. "Dumbledore never gave me clear details about his time at school except that he fought Voldemort several times since he's been going there."
Both Remus and Sirius had been wondering what Harry's life had been like. They even asked Harry a few times about his past, but Harry always found a way to immediately change the subject.
"Remus, how do you think they got here?" Sirius asked.
Remus shrugged. "I don't have the slightest idea." He was quiet for a moment before he asked, "Do you think we should read them?"
Sirius thought for a moment before nodding. "Let's read the first few chapters. If we read them then we might have some idea how we can help Harry. I mean… his past can't be THAT bad right?"
Remus nodded as he took the first book from Sirius, opened the first page and read out loud, "Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived."