Summary: It's Harry's fifth year and the war between Good and Evil is starting. Voldemort is on the rise and is trying to tip the balance to the side of Evil. Harry discovers new powers not even the Gods could dream about and learns some interesting facts after he is thrown into Azkaban by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. What Fudge doesn't know is that he just triggered the series of events that will lead to the greatest battle the history of muggles as well as the history of wizards have ever seen.
Warning: swearing, angst and tragedy.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's note this is my first attempt at fanfiction so don't expect too much and enjoy reading this fic.
Harry potter and the betrayal of trust
Home sweet home
He was weeding the garden under the hot July sun on number 4 Privet Drive while he was thinking over the events of his last year at Hogwarts. He thought that this must have been his worst year of all.
After he got true the maze in the final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament he had convinced Cedric Diggory to share the cup with him. But the moment they took hold of it, it became a portkey to a cemetery where Lord Voldemort was waiting for him with his servant Wormtail who immediately killed Cedric and tied him up to a gravestone. "Kill the spare." "Kill the spare." "Kill the spare."
That line repeated itself over and over in his mind. Cedric was killed in cold blood just because they needed his blood. His blood that now runs in Voldemort's veins. The thought alone made him feel sick.
Encountering Voldemort the first time was terrifying, but seeing the biggest bastard of the last century rise again from the dead was way beyond terrifying. A fellow schoolmate was killed right before his eyes and he was needed for his blood to help raise lord Voldemort again. Being back "home" at Privet Drive was no walk in the park.
Even the basilisk in his second year wasn't that scary.
He knew there wasn't going to be an easy road up ahead, little did he now what kind of unwanted surprise was lurking around the corner.
He was only back for four days at Privet Drive and already he was starting to lose weight because of the diet his aunt was putting the whole family trough just because his cousin was almost too big for the doors to fit trough in the house and to heavy for the stairs to carry. His uncle hadn't let him have half an hour of time for himself while the sun was up, he had been giving him every single chore that came to his mind (which was now probably doing overtime) just so he would make himself "useful for repaying all their kindness".
So he only got breakfast if he was up before his uncle. His breakfast was usual just a bowl of cereal and wasn't very nutritious, he didn't see any lunch because he didn't have a watch, his aunt would just let him work so he always missed it and dinner was just a little bit of meat and some vegetables for the diet of "little" Duddykins.
He didn't get much sleep now that Voldemort has returned His scar had been throbbing a lot and he always woke up after a few hours of sleep haunted by nightmares and vision of Voldemort trying to get his strength back up and beyond its original level when he was still alive. Then he would get a shower as quiet as possible and Hedwig would keep him company for the rest of the night while he was thinking over what would happen this year at Hogwarts, Voldemort was already gathering up his forces. Harry knew it, he could feel it.
There wasn't much else to do, his uncle had locked up his possessions in the cupboard under the stairs so he couldn't do his homework or read some books, he couldn't even look in his parents' photo-album and his godfather was still on the run from the government so he couldn't live with him. His summers would have been much better if he could, he knew that for sure.
If he would have just let Sirius and Remus kill the little rat it would've been done but he couldn't let his godfather commit the murder for what he was sentenced for in the first place.
He couldn't let his godfather become a murderer. Besides, Wormtail had to be alive to clear Sirius' name.
He had just woken up after a particularly painful jolt from his scar and was again bathing in sweat. He made his way to the bathroom very quiet so he wouldn't wake uncle Vernon up or he would probably start throttling him for sneaking around the house. After he had his shower he snuck back to his room and Hedwig fluttered over to his lap and he stroked her while he was lost in thought. But this time he wasn't thinking about Voldemort but about Hermione and the kiss she gave him on the platform 9³/4. It was the first time he thought back about that kiss and he was wondering what it meant. Was it just a kiss for support or was there more about that kiss when suddenly he saw that it was almost 6.30 and his uncle would get up in just 15 minutes so he should hurry and get some breakfast.
Just as he put the bowl back in the cabinet after washing it he could hear his uncle come down the stairs. "Ah, there you are boy, go out and wash my car before I leave for work". The car was spotless as was the habit in all the houses on Privet Drive. He knew for sure his uncle went to the carwash every morning and every evening but he just wanted to let Harry work from first thing in the morning.
After an hour he went up to his room. His uncle had already left and his aunt and cousin where still asleep, it was unusual for his aunt to be sleeping this late. "Must be a little sick", he thought: "she didn't look very well last night". It was strange, after all the years of abuse he still cared for them. Not uncle Vernon, he was just a pig. But his aunt was still his mothers' sister and Dudley only hated Harry because his father did. "Monkey see, monkey do.", he smirked. When he entered his room pigwidgeon, Ron's little hyperactive owl, was flying around in his room carrying two scrolls off parchment. "This owl has a lot of energy, he's carrying a lot for his standards and still he's hyperactive." he thought. Harry used his seeker reflexes to snatch the little owl out of the air.
The first letter was from Ron.
Harry mate,
How is everything going. Not to much trouble with the muggles I hope or else I'm sure Fred and George would send some Ton Tongue Toffees to remind them not to mess with wizards. To bad you're not of age yet e mate. But you probably wouldn't be there if you were. Things are being pretty strange with Fred and George (and that's saying something). They won' let mom in their bedroom and they even bought me and Ginny new dress robes. I just hope there won't be another Yule Ball this year. Anyway mum asked Dumbledore if you could come to the Burrow and he said you could for your birthday but only for a day or two with you-know-who back and all so see you then. O yes, Ginny told me to say hi.
Ron
The second letter was from Mrs. Weasley
Dear Harry,
I hope those muggles are treating you and feeding you a bit better. I just wanted to tell you that I asked Albus if you could stay and he said yes but for just a few days I'm afraid. We will pick you up on your birthday. I will come over alone just to make sure the twins don't do anything to your family that would scare them and Arthur won't come due to the little accident last year and he gets overexcited around muggles. We will leave by portkey to the Burrow. See you then. I just hope your ok dear.
Molly Weasley
Harry couldn't be happier or angrier at the same time. He was just ecstatic knowing he would be visiting the Burrow again and be with his favourite family. But he was literally pissed that Dumbledore would just let him stay two days and then just send him back to this rat hole where a stain on the kitchen floor was more wanted than him.
He stood up and looked in the mirror on the closet. "Just look at me," he thought "me, Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived wearing cast-off clothes from Dudley where Hermione, Ron and I could fit in at once. As thin as a straw with no muscles at all". This wasn't what the wizarding world was imagining how HE lived, that's for sure.
But still Dumbledore put him here every summer for his own "protection". He was barely alive with what they fed him here, every day he woke up thinking the last five years where a dream until he saw Hedwig. He walked downstairs with his mood changing every second and started painting the garden shed like his uncle told him to.
After he finished that and then organized the garden material he had missed lunch once again so he just started weeding the garden some more, it just couldn't be done enough times according to aunt Petunia.
At dinner all four inhabitants sat down at the kitchen table eating a meal that mice couldn't even live on but still Dudley didn't seem to be losing any weight. Then the doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon got up and walked to the door while muttering what kind of insolent fool disturbed someone's dinner.
The moment he opened the door all hell broke loose.
Author notes: While writing my fic it will occur that some things that were only mentioned until the Order of the Phoenix will still be in my story. If it was there before my fic started like the Order of the phoenix itself it will also be in my fic, I won't change that. Well, maybe I'll change some things like Grimmauld place. I started writing this story because I think the last book wasn't what it was supposed to be. I mean she killed Sirius for Christ sake. So what happened in the book won't happen in my fic, well maybe some things but the rest will change. Wait till you see what surprising events will occur. Reviews are welcome and I will reply to every question I can unless you ask what the events will be. I plan on updating every week or at least every two weeks unless there is a very big exception. I don't like it either if you have to wait so long for a new chapter.