The First Trial - Old Ties and Friendship

The first part of the trilogy The Three Trials. What if Harry hid dark secrets from everyone, What if higher forces were involved. What if there were much more sides in the war unlike to common knowledge.
Features powerful!Harry, greyness and lots of action.

Note: The story's original name was "A Part Of Me Who No One Knows" before it was changed for the sake of the plot.

DECLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, I WILL NOT EARN ANY MONEY WITH THIS FAN FICTION.

Prologue

Harry woke up suddenly sweating and panting, another session who went extreme, he hated these nights when it happened.

'It's Time' Harry thought. His failure in saving Moody was the last straw, especially since they were starting to get impatient, it was time to drop the pretence and return to the Alliance to start truly working against Voldemort and his army, Dumbledore's death was a major hit on the light side and it will need some outside help to triumph in the war.

'Dumbledore...' Harry heart clenched in the pain of guilt, "The old fool, our fight could have been avoided but he was too proud to share the leading role with his equal". Instead he preferred to be killed by his lapdog in front of a dozen death eaters, 'No matter, Snape will be useful' he thought with a slightly nasty smile.

'Well, no need to sink in depression because of another mistake that makes my life harder, I have plenty of those already and I can't fit 'depression' anywhere into my already overloaded schedule '.

Harry silently jumped off his bed but winced when it cracked anyway, 'Can't even be stealthy in this house' he thought irritably. When no one came to investigate he summoned his trunk and slowly made his way to the door, avoiding the empty chocolate frog's wrappers and other junk that decorated the bright orange room that seemed to be glowing in the dark, Harry dismissed it as his imagination playing tricks on him. When he reached the door he turned around and looked at the snoring Ron.

'I'm sorry old friend but this is a quest I need to do without you, I hope that someday we'll be able to meet without any façades' Harry thought sadly before creeping out of the room.

As he slowly descended the stairs he looked around the house where he spent almost all of his summers since he started attending Hogwarts. It had such a warm atmosphere that it overwhelmed Harry, he knew that it'll be most likely the last time he would set foot here. He sighed, he came to like the people he first believed to be naive imbeciles, he'll miss them, but he had duties that he couldn't ignore.

When Harry entered the living room he quickly set the pensieve and the memory he prepared for the people dear to him and the order, leaving them completely in the dark will accomplish nothing, they would act rashly if they thought that he was kidnapped.

Harry exited the house silently and looked last time at the Burrow, memories of the past flew in his head but he ignored them, Harry turned around and disappeared with a pop leaving trails of green fire behind him.