Harry Potter and the Coming of Judgement

Summary: Set after OotP, Harry disappears from Privet Drive the same night he arrives. The wizarding world believes him dead but when all hope is lost Judgement arrives.

Chapter One: Choices

The train ride to Kings Cross from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a depressing one. Harry, who had just lost his only father figure, was understandably the most depressed. No amount of effort from Ron or Hermione could lift his spirits, so Harry suitably ignored them. Upon Arrival at Kings Cross Harry bid his farewells to his friends and glumly made his way over to his 'relatives'.

"Boy, get a move on! Its bad enough we have to have you in our house, let alone have to pick you up from this damn station!" Vernon Dursley began, "Mark my words boy, when we get back you will be earning your keep in MY house!" The rage and promised pain was clear on Harry' Uncle's face. All Harry wanted was to be left alone so he could come to terms with the death of Sirius.

"Vernon Dursley I presume?" Came a gruff voice from over Harrys shoulder, without looking Harry immediately recognised the voice of Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody, "Think you can push Potter around huh? Well let's get one thing straight! If you in anyway use or abuse this young man then I personally guarantee you an eternal holiday 6ft under….Understand? Harry walk with me a moment."

Once Harry and Moody were out of earshot of the Dursley's Harrys began in a nervous and somewhat scared voice "You won't really…erm…kill them will you?"

"No lad, too much paperwork. Just an empty threat but I'd like to see him call my bluff." Moody replied, "Although I wouldn't be against the idea of transfiguring him into a whale and portkeyeing him to the Atlantic along with his fat excuse of a son. As for the woman who calls herself your Aunt, well I'm sure from her features, a stable would suit her perfectly"

The mental image Harry received from that rather unique view of his so called family was able to produce a smile on Harry's face. The first smile that had donned his face since the DoM fiasco. Taking his leave Harry re-joined his family and made it into the car and halfway home in silence before the inevitable happened.

"Think your freak friends scare me boy! Just you wait until we get back you ungrateful, unwanted little freak. You'd wish you had never been born when im through with you!"

Harry's life just took another turn for the worse. 'How can fate hate me so much? Was I like Voldemort in a previous life? Can I for once just get a break!'

A few hours later and Harry was scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life and that's saying something. What with staring down and escaping Voldemort several times, facing down a Hungarian Horntail, Killing a 60ft Basilisk, taking on a troll, and driving off 100 dementors, this kind of scared far outweighed those accomplishments.

When Harry and the Dursley's had arrived at Privet Drive, Vernon had dragged Harry to his room and had administered several blows upon Harry. Which had undoubtedly broke his nose, several ribs a broken leg and from Harry's look of confusion, a mild concussion. That's not what scared Harry though, what scared him was that he was now staring down the barrel of a shotgun, being held by his Uncle, who had a rather sadistic grin on his face.

"Finally we will be rid of you freak! We never should have taken you in in the first place, but we did out of the goodness of our hearts. Say goodbye freak for this is the last face you will ever see!"

Time seemed to slow for Harry, he could hear the muscles in Vernon's hand tightening, see his finger tense and start squeezing the trigger. Harry had one final thought before the inevitable. 'Mum, Dad, Sirius. I'm sorry you had to die for me, I wasn't worth it…."

BANG…..Harrys world went white. 'White?' thought Harry 'Okay I can still think… this must be the afterlife, Finally I get to see my parents and Sirius again' But the white started to dim and Harrys eyes began to focus.

Harry was in shock, lay across from him was his Uncle with an arrow through his heart. Blood trickling on to the floor. Surrounding Harry was now a golden glow, as if acting like a shield.

"Harry James Potter, Son of James and Lilly, we apologise for our late arrival, but are glad we could make it before the blow was delivered." A musical voice sounded from behind Harry. Clenching his teeth in pain Harry spun round to see two people who he could not find words to explain.

From what Harry could tell one was male and the other female, they were tall, elegant, graceful, confident everything Harry wished he could be. "Who are you? Why are you here!" Came Harry's weak voice.

"Forgive us child. I am Falathar" The male of the two spoke, "and my companion here is Enudriel. We are what muggle fairy tales and ancient wizard lore would call Elves. We are here to take you to our home Harry and train you for what is to come. This has been tasked to us for over a thousand years and we will fulfil that promise we made to your oh so great grandfather and his children. We have been watching you young Harry, and are proud of the man you are becoming. We want to help you become that man you were born to be."

"So just someone else who wants me as a weapon! That's all Dumbledore wants! Me to live by his rules and do as he says without question to end this god forsaken war! I won't do it, I can't do it! I have nothing to fight for!" Harry shouted at them.

"You misunderstand us child. We do not want you to be a weapon. We want you to be a man, we want you to live how you wish to live your life, we wish for your happiness, nothing more nothing less." The female spoke for the first time. "Yes there is a prophecy looming over you, but you do not have to fulfil it, you can disappear and forgot of this war and never hear from it again if you so choose. We can help you with that"

Harry sat there staring at the two. Could he leave everything behind? Could he leave Hermione? That last thought shocked Harry, he knew he always cared for her but for her to be the one he would think about the most out of everyone?

"No I can't do that. I have to fight this war, I have to make sure others don't grow up like me, so people do not suffer any more than they have to. As much as id like to disappear and just be normal I can't." Harry replied.

"And that Harry is why we are proud of you. You are so selfless, such a rare thing amongst humans today. Come with us Harry and we will teach you about your past, help you with your present and give you hope for the future. You will learn your legacy Harry, something that the whitebeard would hide from you. Come with us Harry James Potter, and be the man you were born to be. Do you so choose?" Falathar asked with hope burning in his eyes.

Harry sat stunned, these people, Elves, long thought dead, were offering him the chance to save lives, tell him of his family and make him prepared for this war. The decision was a no brainer.

"I do." And with those words a flash of light and Harry Potter was gone from Privet Drive. Number 4 exploding moments later from the amount of magical energy that was released from his disappearance.

A/N = Hey this is my first fanfic started out of boredom. Let me know if you think it should continue and if you have any ideas then let me know. I got some sort of plot line in my mind but im open to suggestions.

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Apollo