Title: Deeds and their consequences

Author: GothVamp R for violence

Pairing: implied Ron/Hermione and eventually Sirius/Harry

Warnings: Angst, violence, dark stuff

Summary: Takes place during Harry's sixth year. OotP spoilers. Harry is broken after Sirius' death. He decides to bring him back, what ever it takes. But all actions have consequences and you really shouldn't mess with the Dark Arts…

DisclamerNot mine! If it was, Sirius would still be alive and probably would be the main character. Unfortunately I'm not so lucky.

AN: I normally don't start with multi-chapter fics, because I seldom finish them. So if you like the story, then please, please, please let me know, 'coz otherwise I'll probably won't finish it and that would be a shame, because I really like the idea. Anyway. Stopping rambling now. Go read, shoo

Chapter one: The-Boy-Who-Killed-Voldermort

After the night he died
I wept my tears until they dried
But the pain stayed the same
I didn't want him to die all in vain
I made a promise to revenge his soul in time
I'll make them bleed at my feet

(The Promise, Within Temptaion)

Harry was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Something he had been doing for the last four months, only getting up to go to the bathroom or to eat something. Most of the time people had to remind him that he still had to do those simple things like eating of washing or moving. Lately less and less people visited his room. For some it was too hard to see him in such a state, others he reminded too much of their own losses. Hermione was the only one who came to check on him every day. To make sure he ate, to make sure he showered, to try talking to him and, if she was particularly lucky, to take him out for a walk around Hogwarts.

He had stopped attending classes after the OWL's, that faithful day, when the last thing he lived for was taken away from him. Sirius. That day something inside him snapped. He had screamed and cried and tried to jump behind the veil after his godfather, had raved at Dumbledore and tried to reach Sirius every way he could think of. To no avail. By the time he returned to the Dursleys for the summer holidays all hope of seeing his godfather again had vanished and he became quiet and withdrawn. Coming down only to eat, never saying a word longer than one syllable and not going outside.

When the Weasleys came to pick him up at his birthday, he greeted them with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. At The Burrow he continued to seek solitude. When Hermione came over, a week before they had to go back to Hogwarts, she found him in the garden. He was walking in circles muttering under his breath. She managed to catch a couple of words, but they didn't make sense put together. Love. Death. Prophecy. Then Harry suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at her.

"I've finally figured it out. I know. I know what to do." He smiled sadly at her and didn't react when she asked him what he meant.

A week later they all said their goodbyes and got on the Hogwarts express. Harry was silent the whole trip and when they arrived at the school he disappeared.

He was found a week later by Hermione and Ron in the room of requirement after they had searched the whole castle and grounds. When Hermione was passing the corridors hoping heatedly she would find him, she noticed a door that hadn't been there a moment ago. She called Ron and together they walked inside.

Harry was standing in the center of it, completely still, surrounded by all sorts of flying objects. A chair smashed against the wall, an enormous block of granite disintegrated in mid air and a closet suddenly exploded. Hermione let out a small cry, when she understood that Harry was doing all of that with his mind, without touching his wand, without even moving his hand. Hearing the noise, Harry turned around and looked at them, not a trace of effort on his face, like it was nothing to make a table float with your mind. He smiled at his friends, but his eyes were cold and empty. Hermione just then noticed the aura-like shape around her friend. It was constantly changing colors and sending off little sparks in every direction. She immediately recognized it as pure, powerful magic. By that time Ron had also noticed that something was weird about his friend's behavior.

"Harry? Are you alright mate?"

Harry didn't answer. Instead he summoned a frog out of thin air, let it hover in front of him, then raised a hand and balled it into a fist. The frog dropped to the ground. Dead. Hermione let out another cry, but Harry didn't pay attention to it. He just said:

"I think I'm ready. Call the Order together."

When the Order was summoned Harry explained in as few words as was humanly possible that he intended to go after Voldermort the next day and everyone who wanted to come with him, should come, but that would be at their own risk. Some people wondered how the hell he intended to find the Dark Lord, but Harry dismissed that, simply telling them that he wanted to know it, so he knew. Harry's brilliant plan consisted of just walking up to Voldermort's hiding place and killing him and no matter what everyone said, he would not be swayed. He said that it was his destiny and there was no point in delaying it. He either would kill Voldermort or die.

Later that day he and some members of the Order of the Phoenix came to The Ministry Of Magic and Harry told his plan. Fudge called it suicide, but still allowed the Aurors who wanted to assist him to come along.

The next day they left in the early morning, using a portkey as far as it allowed them to come and walking a great part. Voldermort's hideout turned out to be a shabby looking house in a grim muggle neighborhood. Not really a Dark Lord worthy place. Harry told everyone to be on guard and indeed, a minute later they were attacked by Dementors who were guarding the house, which they drove away with patronus charms. Harry was concentrating hard on something and only lazily shielded himself from the curses that were flung at him by the Death Eaters who had figured out that something was wrong and stormed outside. It looked as though he didn't even have to block all the curses, because some of them seemed to rebound off him. An attack in the middle of the day had really surprised the Death Eaters, but Voldermort wasn't worried at all. He saw this as a perfect opportunity. The object of his irritation just walked into his room. He would kill the Boy-Who-Lived without even getting up from his chair.

"Well, well, Potter what did I do to deserve the pleasure of your company?" He seemed relaxed, but his wand was already drawn out and he was getting to his feet.

Harry didn't answer, but dropped the sword he was holding in his left hand, still holding his wand in his right and pointing it at Voldermort.

"Dropping your sword? Are your hands trembling so hard boy? Then I think I'll make it easier on you and just put you out of your misery. Avada …" But before he could finish the curse, Harry had already jelled 'Protego' and shielded himself. At the same time he lifted his left hand and Voldermort seemed to sway on his feet and stepped back.

"What? Don't you want me to touch you? Scared?"

Red reptilian eyes widened and the snake-like face screw up in rage. "You stupid, insolent boy! Don't you remember? Your blood runs in my veins now. Your mother's stupid sacrifice doesn't work any more."

Harry moved even closer and held up his hand as if to examine it. There were green sparks flying off it.

"Yes, It's true. My mother's love can't hurt you any more." He paused and stepped even closer to his nemesis. " But this is MY love. And this is Sirius' DEATH!" Screaming the last word he slammed his hand hard on Voldermort's chest. The Dark Lord let out a wail and tried to curse the boy causing him pain, but Harry was still shielding himself from the attack. Things were starting to fly around them as sparks of pure energy flew in all directions. The Aurors, Order members and the Death Eaters had all stopped fighting and were looking at the fight in the centre of the room. The green energy had started to swirl around them, obscuring the sight of the onlookers. They were standing it the eye of a twister, or so it seemed, but neither had the time to acknowledge that. Harry had managed to push Voldemort to his knees and was now inch by inch turning his wand to point at the Dark Lord. Staring into blood-red eyes he started to recite words he had heard only once ago, but which were printed permanently in his brain:

" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives." With the last word Harry finally managed to break Voldermort's defence and shouted 'Avada Kedavra' with all his power. The red eyes grew wide an fearful look in them for the first time and then they went blank. The reptilian body slumped, only held up by the place where it connected with Harry's left hand.

"Accio sword!" And the sword flew from the ground into his right hand. He swung and with one swift movement Voldermort's head fell to the ground. He took away his hand, which was trembling violently, and the headless body fell to the ground. Then Harry bedded the sword into the late Dark Lord's chest.

All around him was total silence, people were still trying to take in what had just happened. Some were gasping, some Death Eaters started to scream and some just stared into nothingness, not willing to understand what had happened. The Aurors were the first to gain back their senses and cast disarming and bounding charms on the Death Eaters that were still lose.

But Harry didn't seem to be done yet. He kneeled next to the body on the ground and took away the ring that bore the Dark Mark on it and let it slip into his pocket. Then he took out a small glass vial and sprinkled it's contents over the remains of Voldermort. Next he drew a circle around it all with his wand that emitted a purple glow. Everyone was looking transfixed at what was happening in the centre of the room. Harry by now was muttering some kind of spell under his breath over and over again. Suddenly there was an unearthly sound coming from the centre of the circle and a white smoke started to rise from there. Harry's chants became louder and louder until it was blocking out the sound that had swelled into a scream. The smoke resembled a face now, an ugly face screwed up in anger. Then the smoke burst into blue flames and disappeared.

For a long time no one dared to move or speak, until Tonks broke the silence, asking the question that was on everyone's mind: "Harry, what exactly happened just yet?"

Harry stood up, pointed his wand at the ashes in the circle and muttered 'Evanesco'. All evidence that the Dark Lord had ever existed vanished from the room.

"I've destroyed his soul. He can't come back anymore. His soul is trapped somewhere that's neither this world nor the next. It's just, well, gone."

The statement took some time to sink in, but when it did, the Aurors and the Order members broke out in loud cheers, which only subdued a little when Harry raised his hand and then spoke.

"Can someone get me to The Ministry of Magic? I have some unfinished business there. Oh, and could the Aurors please take this lot to Azkaban?" he made a dismissive gesture to the restrained Death Eaters.

Everyone who could apparate went directly to the Ministry. This wasn't over yet and they would be mad to miss what else Harry was planning to do.