Find Horcrux, destroy
Horcrux, defeat evil bad guy and get your friends out alive. Sound easy enough?
Nope. Well, if things couldn't get anymore difficult, a trip to Godric’s Hollow
reveal many secrets of the past making Harry wonder why he ever had to stay
with the Dursleys. Purges through parts unknown show the invisible answers (and
many more questions) about not only Horcruxes but Harry himself. And to add to
the confusion, Voldemort left a
series of challenges to overcome in order to get to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's
Horcruxes. These require a
little help from Sirius. In the end, many things are worth fighting for and
things are not always as they seem. Prepare for a world of adventure, action,
and of course some things unexpected. Rated PG-13.
of these characters are mine they belong to JK Rowling; I am simply borrowing
them. Special thanks to my
beta Pirate Queen. Another great beta-reading job well done!
Essence of Chivalry
Chapter 1: The Dog Star
Quote: “You gain strength, courage and confidence
by each experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are
able to say to yourself, “I have lived through this horror. I can take the next
thing that comes along.”- Eleanor Roosevelt
The Dog Star constellation
always shines brightly in the night even when it is not seen, whether hidden by
clouds, turrets of great castles, buildings, or where one is distracted by the
city lights. But nevertheless, it is always there.
Harry shivered and
pulled the cloak tighter around him defying the chilly winds of the late June
Looking up into the
sky, his eyes naturally traveled the stars; one in particular.
Sirius, the glowing
wonder that is the Dog Star, twinkled and winked down at the sleeping earth
from its post high in the firmament. The gossamer mist of clouds floated lazily
over sky and swirled around the waning moon.
The wedding had
been beautiful enough; Fleur had worn an elaborate dress and attracted more
attention than necessary; Bill’s quickly-healing face lit up with the first
genuine smile it had seen in a few months, most people laughed, drank and ate, making
ridiculously long toasts to the happy couple that became more and more random
and general as all the good ones were taken. Everyone had seemed at least
relatively happy. Only when the Pastor wished Mr. and Mrs. Bill Weasley a very
happy and long life together did Mrs. Arthur Weasley’s face twist into a slight
grimace, but that was only for a second.
Fred and George had
spiked the pumpkin juice at the last minute (which could have been the reason
Gabrielle stood on the table singing I’m a happy elf you’re a happy elf),
earning them about an hour’s worth of yelling from Mrs. Weasley and roars of
laughter from everyone else; even Fleur’s mouth twitched dangerously.
Harry joined in
with the others, but more than once he found his mind wandering off to familiar
territory as he remembered.
For the first
couple of weeks after Dumbledore’s death, when they had still been in school,
it was particularly hard to avoid the subject. People were always crying,
clinging to others out of fear and grief. Some students had been drawn out of
classes to be taken home by their parents; they would never be coming back to
Hogwarts. Some had even been inclined to ask Harry how it happened; he never
answered directly, usually too lost in his own thoughts. Finally, they got the
message and left, passing word to their friends that he didn’t want to talk
When Harry had
gotten back to the Dursleys’, he had locked himself in his room to think for
the best part of a week, until he turned 17 years of age.
Although he thought
frequently of Dumbledore, he also had other things to think about and ideas on
which to search his heart.
One thing he had
learned over the years, in particular to the months after Sirius’ death, was
that it doesn’t do to sit around in misery for prolonged periods of time just
waiting for nothing. Instead, he thought about the future, and how he was going
manage the search for the Horcruxes without Dumbledore’s guidance.
His mind buzzed
through sunlit days and doleful nights, making plans and then changing them
back again. Who was he going to take? Where were they going first? How would
they get there? Did they know enough? I can’t take them, what if they die? I
should go alone. No, Hermione and Ron would never allow that, they are of age.
In the end, it was the
time he spent thinking, owling and talking to his friends, that helped him form
the plan that he now had.
He, Ron, and Hermione
would leave exactly at 5:00 a.m. on August 10th for the search for the
last Horcruxes, and to go to Godric’s Hollow to visit Harry’s parents’ graves.
If there was time, they would go back to school for their last year, after
Voldemort was gone.
Right now, he was
waiting for his friends in the garden; he hoped neither of them had fallen
asleep. For the sake of safety, as much theirs as everyone else’s at the
Burrow, they had to leave at a very late hour (or early, depending on how you
look at it).
feeling the return of ‘frequent visitor’ guilt, deep in his gut. It had taken a
lot to convince Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, to let the three young teens go out to find
and destroy the Horcruxes without the help of the adults. The trio had argued
that they had come of age and were allowed to use magic outside of school, and
that they had fought Voldemort several times and lived without serious injury;
but that didn’t seem to be enough.
Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley knew Harry had already faced Voldemort and he knew what was in store
for himself. This was his fight, his own personal war he had to win. They knew Hermione
was brilliant; it had been said on more than one occasion that she was “the
brightest witch of her age”. Possibly, she had more intelligence than some of
the professors at Hogwarts, and they knew that Ron would do anything to see the
end of this War; he would defend them until the end and go down fighting if he
Most importantly, they
knew that all three friends would protect each other at all costs, or die
In the end, it was
one major argument that won them Mr. and Mrs. Weasleys
It had been a
sensitive topic since the funeral, but in the end it had just kind of come out.
He would have
wanted this, knowing him; his dying wish was for the War to end, and, every
child, mother, father, sibling, aunt, uncle to be together again.
That would never
happen if Voldemort didn’t die, and he couldn’t die if Harry couldn’t kill him.
they had seemed a bit more hesitant, especially Mrs. Weasley, but in the end,
it had been decided that it was for the best.
The sound of a twig
pricked up at the sound, his hand going instinctively into his pocket to grasp
his wand. From inside the bushes, he could hear ragged breathing.
“Who is there?”
Harry demanded aiming his wand at the thicket. “Come out now before I hex you
A figure stepped
out a mere ten feet away from him.
“Well, if you did
that, knowing my family, I’d say you’d be lucky to get out of the hospital
within the next month or two.” Ginny Weasley said, stepping out into the waning
skipped a beat.
“What are you doing
here?” was all he could think of to say.
Ginny raised a
flame colored eyebrow. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed,” she said waving a
hand behind her. “I live here.”
“In the bushes?”
Harry said, a smile rising in his voice. Ginny rolled her eyes.
“How did you know I
was out here?”
“It’s called listening
through the grate in the wall,” Ginny smirked. “You do talk rather
loudly, Harry, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Harry feigned hurt
as his eyes traveled to the knapsack on her shoulder. Realization struck him.
“You aren’t coming,”
He stated simply looking her squarely in the eye. Ginny stared at him.
“You can’t stop me,”
She replied, her ginger eyes flaming up. “I am of age.”
“No you aren’t, and
besides, your parents wouldn’t allow it.”
“They don’t have to
”Ginny, I know you have a big family, but I don’t think your parents will
mistake Gred or Forge for you, but nice try,” Harry said trying to make a joke,
but it just seemed to make Ginny madder.
“They can’t stop me
“They are your
parents; they can make you do anything!”
“I am coming with
you and no one can stop me!” she responded angrily, her eyes sparkling.
“Ginny, this is a very
“So I am safer at
Hogwarts? Dumbledore is dead, Harry, no one is safe anymore!”
“It is safer there
than with me.”
“Oh I see,” Ginny
said angrily, tossing her long, red hair over her shoulder. “This is one of
your noble acts, right? In case you haven’t noticed, Harry Potter, I am
not a little; I can take care of myself!”
“I know you aren’t
a little girl!” Harry responded hotly, “But since when is it wrong to care whether
something happens to you?”
“I am coming!”
“No you aren’t!”
“Yes I am!”
“NO YOU BLOODY WELL
AREN’T AND THAT IS FINAL!” Harry yelled but immediately regretted it. Her eyes
bored into him, sparkling with un-fallen tears. There was a long sickening
silence, that Harry had wanted to fill but he was afraid would just make it
face shifted from hurt to rage.
“Fine,” she said, turning
on her heel. “You don’t want me there, I won’t come.”
began. “It isn’t like that, it‘s just that--.”
“Have a nice life
Harry; just stay away from anything shiny or an enemy wand for my family’s and
Hermione’s sake,” Ginny said her voice shaky. She turned on her heel and strode
to the Burrow, her flaming hair twirling in the wind.
He was about to
call out to her, but a second disturbance in the bushes made him freeze in mid-move,
his wand raised slightly in his hand.
“Harry?” Remus said
stepping out into the clearing, shining his wand light on Harry.
“Remus?” he said,
lowering his wand slightly. “Wait—er, what is your rabbit’s name?”
“Moony; and what is
Dudley’s real name?”
“The Lard of Geese,”
Harry said, glancing back in the direction Ginny had disappeared.
Harry?” Remus asked. Harry shook his head.
“Ah, a dangerous
“So what are you
doing out so late?” Harry said, returning his wand to the holster on his belt
loop. Remus looked up at the sky, looking carefully at the stars.
“I am seeing you three
off,” he said, scuffing his boot toe on the ground, kicking a pebble a few
feet. Harry was pretty sure that that wasn’t all he had to say.
“Oh.” was all Harry
could think of in reply.
There was an
uncomfortable silence before Remus broke it, his voice a little strained. “Are
you sure you know what you are doing?”
Harry, caught off
guard for only a second, pondered this.
“No,” he answered
truthfully, “Not really, but I reckon I already know all I can. Besides …” Harry
picked a leaf off a bush and began tearing it apart. Really, there was no
‘besides’; this was just something he needed to do.
Remus nodded, he
seemed to understand. “Er…” he stuttered. He fumbled in his pocket. Withdrawing
a small box, he impatiently pushed his silvery hair out of his eyes.
“It was his.” Was
all he said, handing the box to Harry. He didn’t need to say more; one glance
at the box and he knew who ‘he’ was.
The box was small,
and rectangular, a deep midnight blue, dotted occasionally with white pin
points of light. He held it up so its surface caught the rays of the moon; it
was as if someone had cut a piece of the sky out and pasted it onto the box.
“What is it?” Harry
said quietly, Ginny momentarily pushed out of his mind.
“A Coded Box. It
only opens when you give the password,” Remus said.
“What is the
password?” Harry asked, tearing his eyes away from the trinket that had once
belonged to his godfather.
Remus hesitated. “I
am unsure about that part,” he admitted, a bit embarrassed. “I found in his
room at Grimmauld Place, along with this.” He reached once more into his robe
pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Harry took it, his hands
“Don’t open it here”
Remus said looking around. “I didn’t read it, but if there is something in it that
could be confidential, maybe that he knew about the prophecy, or how your
parents died …” he trailed off quietly. “It just wouldn’t be good,” he said
slipping the box into his inside robe pocket.
A few yards away,
Harry heard the sound of footsteps.
“Nox,” Remus whispered quietly, and once again, the
pair stood in the darkness of near midnight (save the ever-glowing light of the
A girl with bushy
brown hair and a boy with a shock of red hair tripped out onto the path.
“Bloody hell, we
need to pick better meeting places,” Ron said, picking a twig out of his hair.
“Harry, if that is your real name, what did I give you for your birthday in fourth
“A Sneakoscope. What
was going to be your name if you were a girl?”
said, wincing slightly.
color ink did Lockhart use to sign the release form to get into the Restricted
Section back in second year?”
“Now, what kind of
question is that? Anyone would know that,” Hermione said seriously.
“No, only you
would remember that.” Ron said eyeing her with disgust.
“You see?” Ron said
said turning to their old professor, “What is your rabbit’s name?”
“Can’t use that one,
’Mione.” Harry said, “I’ve already used that one.”
“Oh fine - what is
the most embarrassing record you ever owned?”
Wizard’s Songs for Eight-year-olds, when I was thirteen.” He shuddered. Bad
memories; a gift from his Great Uncle who had forgotten he had aged in the five
years between eight and thirteen.
Satisfied, Ron and
Hermione stepped up to the other two.
began, re-adjusting her pack on her shoulder.
“So,” Harry echoed.
There really was nothing to say; they were all about to embark on one of the
longest journeys of their lives, and even though none of them voiced it,
somewhere inside of them said that it may be their last adventure together as
Harry, Ron and Hermione. They might return as just Ron and Hermione, Hermione
and Ron, Harry and Ron or Harry and Hermione, but then again, it is possible
they would all make it together. Only time would tell.
“Well, you lot
better get going,” Remus said, checking his watch. “It is two minutes until five,
and the Anti-Apparition wards won’t stay down a second longer.” The teenagers
nodded in consent and understanding.
“At the same time
then?” Harry said. They nodded.
“I’ll count you
down from ten.” Remus said, steadying his wrist so he could read the tiny numerals.
around; Hermione was fidgeting nervously with the end of her robe sleeve.
Distantly, he heard
Remus counting down the seconds; how long would it be before he saw him again?
Ron had his hand in
Hermione’s; a simple sign of friendship or love, depending on how you look at
The fragrant smell
of blossoming lilies and roses dazzled with tiny dew drops floated through the
The sun was
starting to peek out from behind the hills, shining through the vast limbs of
nearby oak trees. The stars had already ebbed away, lost in the myriad of faint
colors that danced in the sky.
quickly up at the Burrow. Life had not yet begun to stir, but he could imagine
things returning to semi-normal; the hands of the clock always sitting firmly
on mortal peril, the scent of Mrs. Weasley’s legendary cooking wafting
through cracks under doors, waking some of the inhabitants - but Charlie’s
horrible singing in the shower waking most of them.
The happiness of
finally being taken seriously as not a teenager but an adult, and being able to
finally able to have a chance at getting rid of Voldemort, for the sake of
the Wizarding world as much as his own personal reasons.
inside told him that he was making a mistake, possibly destroying the only
thing close to a family he ever had. But, then again, something else whispered
he was doing the right thing, and he wouldn’t fail; this was the voice that had
encouraged him to get up in the mornings, since Dumbledore’s death.
Harry raised his
wand to his chest, closing his eyes in concentration.
The wards clicked
off for only a second but it was enough.
This was it, they
were really leaving, all of his dreams and nightmares coming true as they went
off to face fears and capture shadows.
Somewhere, tucked far
away in the sky, the Canis Major constellation sat. Hidden from the view of
Earth’s eyes by a curtain of colors, Sirius, the Dog Star shone brightest of
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I
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