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Fate's Guide On How to Kill Tom Riddle	By : OrgyXIIIBike Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 33280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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My Lord, finally you have come. Fate gives you paths to choose from. We know the ends to each path and we will help you choose the right one. Your destiny is yours to choose my Lord.

The leader of the so-called light hides things from everyone. You can save your godfather. Look for his wand. Demand a trial. Cure Remus Lupin. Find his sire. Demand freedom. Demand re-election. Find all the horocuxes. Kill Tom Riddle.

“You see Harry?” A scaly voice called across the battlegrounds, “I always choose the place.”

Harry smirked. “Who said that it was your choice?” Harry’s deep voice rang out, “don’t you believe in Fate, Tom?”

“Don’t call me that filthy muggle name!” Voldemort demanded.

“Aw, does little icky-wicky Tommie hate his name?” Harry taunted.

“Avada…” Voldemort started, before a shocked look appeared on his face as he began to choke and gasp for air.

“Did Tommie not check his food before he ate?” Harry asked, with a smirk on his face. “Constant vigilance!” Harry laughed as he watched Voldemort claw at his throat.

The dream faded to black before filling with an image of body-filled charred grounds.

”So this is the end?” Harry asked as Voldemort’s wand trained on his neck. He shifted his eyes to his right, looking wistfully at his wand that was just beyond his reach.

For miles around him, laid his friends, classmates, allies and foes alike. Out of thousands, only he and the creature before him lived. He knew that all too soon, the creature would slay him and become the only living thing alive for miles. The killing words were spoken so softly that Harry never had the chance to arrange his face to show the horror he felt. A bright green gleam of light filled the night air, killing them both. All that was left that green beam of light mixing with the cold dawn.

"With this dream, you’ll find your way and you will save the world. If your loved ones stay strong and true, they will be saved. The betrayers will be struck down, for we do not tolerate betrayal to our Lord. To succeed, you must find your Lady. Clever and wise is she. A gem so rare, you will fall in love, so fast. She’ll know when it has happened. You’ll be bonded forever."

”You’re what?” Two red heads yelled in unison.

“I’m married, Ginny,” Harry said, “to Hermione. I’ve told you that, and I’ve told you that we would never be.”

-----HP-----

“Harry, my boy,” Remus said, hugging him, “greetings on this fine, beautiful night.”

“Greetings to you,” Harry replied.

“The first full moon, I’ve seen and been glad to see for thirty-odd years,” Remus told him, “I cannot begin to express to you how happy I am. I’m in your debt.”

“Nonsense, Remus.” Harry said, “It was Fate.”

“Indeed.”

-----HP----

“Avada Kedavra.”

A flash of green light.

Darkness.

Crying and talking.

The light, it is so blinding.

“My Lord, it’s nearly time for you to return to the living.”

”Mummy, mummy!” A girl with curly black hair and green eyes cried out.

A woman with similar curly but brown hair swept the girl up.

“Sophronia, I’ve missed you,” the woman said.

“I’ve missed you too, mummy,” Sophronia replied.

“What about me?” a deep musical voice asked.

“Harry!” the woman exclaimed, she set down her daughter and swiftly moved towards Harry.

He swept her around in a circle before hugging her closely.

“How is my dearest Hermione?” he asked.

“Better now that I’m home,” she replied, “Where are Nadia and Devin?”

“So mote it be.”

“My Lord, it is time to wake up. When we meet again, you’ll understand.”

The boy woke up sharply. Scrambling to put his glasses on, he had to blink a few times to realize that he no longer needed them. Setting his glasses back on the bedside table, the boy rushed downstairs when he heard his name being called.

“BOY!” a deep, pathetic voice rang out, “get your freaky butt down here. NOW!”

“Coming, Uncle Vernon,” Harry called our as he ran down the stairs, pulling his shirt on as he did so.

“Where’s your glasses, boy?” Vernon said, foaming at his mouth, “I thought I said none of that freaky stuff in my house.”

“I don’t know Uncle Vernon,” Harry told him, “I woke up this morning and realized that I could see without them. Don’t you believe in miracles?”

“No freakiness!” Vernon cried out, “None!”

Harry turned towards the kitchen to hide the rolling of his eyes. “Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Harry said.

As Harry went about making his breakfast, his thoughts turned to the weird dream he had. Since he had succeeded in Occlumency, he knew that it wasn’t Voldemort. When Professor Snape had died in his fourth year, Harry vowed to continue to practice his Occlumency in hopes of becoming a Master in it as the professor was. Harry recalled the panic in the professor’s eyes when it became public knowledge, in his third year that Voldemort was indeed back. Over the Easter holidays, Harry could hear the professor demanding the Headmaster to teach Harry Occlumency. He had shocked himself by stopping by Snape’s office and telling him what he had heard. When he could smell the slight burnt of his breakfast, he shook his head and sat down to eat.

“Uncle?” Harry asked, “I was wondering if I could go on a trip today.”

“As long as I’m not driving you anywhere,” Vernon replied.

“Not at all,” he told him. Without waiting for a reply, Harry dumped his dishes into the sink.

“Hedwig, girl, I have a letter for you,” he said as soon as he got to his room. Hedwig stuck out her leg, allowing Harry to tie on his letter. “To Bill Weasley at Gringotts, thank you.”

Just as Hedwig flew out the window, another owl appeared on his windowsill.

“Hello there, Hermes,” Harry said, “Hermione sent me a letter, hmm?”

Hey Harry,

I’m just writing to see how you’re faring with your “relatives”? Also I had this weird dream last night. Like someone was calling me, My Lady and telling me that the final days are coming.

Oh, how I wish Professor Snape was still alive. He knows a lot about Fate. My books don’t even begin the depth of Fate. Do you think you can get some of his books from his rooms? I can’t believe that Professor Dumbledore keeps everything the same. It’s guilt; I know it is. Oh take all of his books, they are yours anyway.

I’m still upset with Professor Dumbledore; he could have ordered Professor Snape not to return to Voldemort. Oh Harry, I heard that saying Voldemort out loud will draw him to you. Be careful, Harry. I don’t know what I would do without you.

Anyway I got to go. I’ll see you when we can and write to me soon.

Yours,

Hermione.

Harry grinned as he finished reading the letter.

“Well, Hermes. I know there’s nothing more important than Hermione, but I have some errands in London that I must do. I’m sure that Hedwig won’t mind sharing with you,” Harry told the owl.

Harry grabbed his wand and stuck it in his hidden wrist holster. He slowly hummed to himself as he made his way downstairs and out the front door. Once he was at the curb, he looked left and right before snapping his wand out and calling the Knight Bus.

“To Diagon Alley,” Harry said as he gave Stan the correct amount of money.

As the bus jerked into action, Harry stumbled to a seat. After about 10 minutes, or so, of fast braking and jerking, Stan called out Diagon Alley.

“Thanks, Stan. See you around,” Harry called out.

Harry quickly walked through Diagon Alley towards Ollivander’s. The small bells above the door rang out as Harry pushed open the door.

“Back so soon, Mr. Potter?” Mr. Ollivander asked.

“My wand hasn’t been broken yet. Mr. Ollivander,” Harry replied, “just here to ask if a wizard or witch can find a missing wand of another wizard or witch.”

“They can,” Ollivander said, “most wands that are lost come back to me. Whose wand are you looking for?”

“Sirius Black’s, sir,” Harry told him.

“His?” Ollivander said looking unsettled for once.

“I have reasons to believe that he is innocent. 16 years in prison. Who knows what I could have learned from him. I could have defeated Vol… You-Know-Who by now.” Harry explained.

“I see…” was all that Ollivander said before disappearing to his backroom, “AH HA!” Ollivander came back out, “12 inches Mahogany wood with a Veela hair. It was a relative, I think, that donated his hair. Anyway, here you go, Mr. Potter.”

“How can we see what was last cast by the wand?” Harry asked.

“Prior Incantato,” Ollivander spoke while swishing his wand above Sirius’s. A golden light flashed out of the wand, briefly making a dome around the wand before fading. “You’re right, Mr. Potter. Since the gold was so deep that the only spell he had cast in those last 24 hours was Protego. Let’s go to the Ministry.”

“I have an appointment with Gringotts in a bit. Can we proceed to the Ministry in an hour, sir?” Harry asked.

“That is fine,” Mr. Ollivander answered.

Harry waved to Mr. Ollivander as he exited the shop. He slowly manoeuvred through the crowds to Gringotts, apologizing every so often for elbowing someone in the ribs. He only stood in the lobby of the bank for a goblin came up to greet him.

“Mr. Potter,” the goblin said, as he shook his hand, “Mr. Weasley has been excepting you, he told us that you may be coming. Gringotts is glad to help you in any way we can.”

“Thank you, Gornuk,” Harry said politely, “can you show me to Bill’s office please?”

“Certainly,” Gornuk said.

They walked down series of corridors before arriving at a door, with a name plate that said, William Weasley – Curse Breaker.

“Just one question, Gornuk, if I may?” Harry said, “Who has been taking care of my accounts?”

“I have been, Mr. Potter,” Gornuk replied.

“Can you help me and Bill with some questions that I have?” Harry asked.

“Of course, just let me get the files and I’ll be back soon,” the goblin replied bowing, “go right in, Mr. Weasley is waiting.”

Harry opened the door and stepped into the room. He looked in awe as he took in the high arched ceiling, the stone walls that weren’t covered with dangerous looking artifacts. In the back of the room, standing in front of a large bay window stood a dark wooden desk. Bill sat the corner of the desk, as he watched Harry look around the room.

“Hello, Harry. How are you today?” Bill asked.

“I am doing well,” he replied, “and you?”

“I am doing well also. I believe you have something to discuss?”

“I do. Gornuk will be here shortly with my files.”

“Deciding to take control of your account now?”

“It’s been neglected for too long.”

“It hasn’t, Mr. Potter,” Gornuk said, appearing in the middle of the room, “we have been sending you, letters and updates, things that need your approval.”

At the look of confusion on Harry’s face, Gornuk’s expression darkened. He snapped his fingers and a smaller goblin popped into the room. Gornuk and the other goblin engaged in a quiet conversation. Harry watched with more confusion as the other goblin nodded and disappeared.

“It appears that someone was intercepting your letters and withdrawing money in your account and putting it into theirs. It is being fixed right now.” Gornuk explained.

“Which account, Gornuk?” Bill asked.

“131,” was the reply.

At Bill’s sharp intake of breath, Harry jerked his head towards him.

“Whose account is that?” Harry asked.

“Professor Dumbledore.”

“What?!” Harry said quite loudly, “but why?”

“I do not know,” Bill told him, “but it might explain some things. The Dumbledores are an ancient family with not a lot of wealth. Suddenly Albus was wearing the finest robes and had the top defence objects against the Dark Arts.”

“What happens now?”

Dumbledore has to pay it back, with interest,” Gornuk said with a nasty smile on his face, “because it is a serious offense, we will not be notifying him that his account only has 10 galleons left in it. You, Mr. Potter, can choose to be emancipated or stay under Dumbledore’s control until your 17^th birthday, - oh wait, it says here until your 25^th birthday or married.”

“I would like to be emancipated please.”

“Excellent choice, Mr. Potter; now if you’ll sign here and here and Mr. Weasley, if you’ll sign here.” Gornuk said, “Great!” Gornuk signed a section of the parchment also. Harry watched as the parchments rolled up and disappeared. “They went to the Ministry, to be filed. Now you can do magic at home, apply for your apparition licence.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

“Yes, Mr. Potter you can.” Gornuk said, “Now here is a list of protected houses you can move in to.”

Harry took the list of houses, as he looked them over his eyes got wider and wider.

“7 places in the U.K? Two in France? One in Italy?” Harry said, “Does Dumbledore know of these?”

“He doesn’t,” Gornuk assured him, “We may have been stupid to let him take money from your account, but we aren’t stupid enough to let him into see your property.”

“You thought he was doing things within the law,” Harry said, “You cannot beat yourself up over something you didn’t have any knowledge about. He has been caught and dealt with, in what; I think is the most satisfying way imagined.”

“I am glad that you aren’t angry with us.” Gornuk told him.

“You aren’t at fault.” Harry reassured him.

“I must go and oversee the transferring of funds from vault 131 to vault 687. Good day, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley.” Gornuk said, disappearing before either could reply.

“I was going to go to the Ministry with Mr. Ollivander, Bill. Would you like to join us?” Harry asked.

“Why are you going to the Ministry?”

“Mr. Ollivander has Sirius Black’s wand. He casted Pr...Prior...Incantato and it was a golden light.”

Bill drew in his breathe sharply. “Protego”.

“It was.”

“Dumbledore lied,” Bill said angrily, “he said that Sirius was guilty.” Bill swore harshly before taking a few moments to calm down. “Gornuk?” Gornuk popped into the room and looked questioningly at Bill. “May I take the afternoon off? It seems that something important came up.”

“Of course, have a productive afternoon, Mr. Weasley.” Gornuk said before popping out again.

“Let me get Remus first, Harry,” Bill said before activating the floo.

At the Ministry

“Bill, Remus, Harry,” Arthur Weasley said, quite surprised, “and Mr. Ollivander. What brings you here?”

“Business,” Bill said roughly, “unfinished business.”

The four walked into an elevator leaving behind a troubled Arthur.

A few moments, a female voice rang out in the elevator, “Second level – Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

Bill elbowed someone in the ribs as they pushed their way off the elevators. They passed through the first huge oak doors entering the Auror Headquarters.

“Bill,” a tall black auror called out.

“Kingsley,” Bill said at they arrived at the man’s desk, “we are in need of your help. We have Sirius Black’s wand and all we got from Prior was a deep golden light. Mr. Ollivander cast it.”

“Oh dear,” Kingsley said, “We have been looking for this.”

“Can we get Sirius a trial?” Harry asked.

“Yes but don’t believe for a second that he is innocent.”

“Peter Pettigrew is alive,” Bill said.

“There were witnesses...”

“He’s alive,” Mr. Ollivander spoke out, “all deaths are recorded in my shop too. So in case I get a lost wand I can check for death to see if I can return it or the owner will come in and pick it up themselves. Not once have I seen Peter’s name in the Book.”

“Oh shit,” Kingsley swore, he turned sharply and casted a message spell.

They waited for a few moments before a tall man with yellow eyes and wire-rimmed spectacles appeared.

“Yes, Auror Shacklebolt?” Rufus asked, as soon as he appeared.

“I have before me, evidence and witnesses to Sirius Black’s innocence.”

Rufus inhaled sharply before barking out order to two passing aurors. “You’ll bring Prisoner 3462325 here. Discreetly! Tell the guards that if this gets out, you all will be fired!”

“Yes Sir! Right away Sir!” they said in unison before disappearing through the doors.

“Messers Weasley, Potter, Lupin and Ollivander, I thank you for bringing in this evidence. What is it by the way?”

“His wand and testimony of Prior Incantato and of the fact that Peter Pettigrew is still alive and most likely serving You – Know – Who.”

“Oh Merlin.”

“Indeed.”

Later in the Interrogation Room

“State your name for record please.”

“Sirius Orion Black,” said a weary voice.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“No, I do not.”

“In the case of the betrayal of James Harold Potter and Lily Marie Potter nee Evans, how do you plead?”

“Not guilty.”

“In the case of the murders of 12 muggles and Peter Paul Pettigrew, how do you plead?”

“Not guilty, and that son of a bitch is still alive.”

A click echoed throughout the room.

“I know,” Remus spoke as he stepped out of the shadows.

“We know,” Bill corrected him as he and Harry appeared.

“So will the rest,” Rufus said as he and Kingsley walked through the doorway that just appeared.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re asking the questions that were never asked 16 years ago and your godson is quite smart.”

“Harry?” Sirius asked, looking up for the first time, “you look like James, with Lily’s eyes.” Harry looked right at him. “Oh how you’ve grown.”

"Sirius Orion Black,” Rufus spoke as another click rang throughout the room. “In the case of evidence 017765 Prior Incantato and evident T5996 and T7665, I, Rufus Scrimgeour, find you not guilty. You are free to go and we apologize for the last 16 years.” <i>Click<i> “and the fucking stupidity of Minister Fudge. May the bastard rot in hell when it’s his time!”

“Indeed,” Sirius intoned as he looked over his wand. “It’s in perfect condition.”

“I took care of it, kind of. It’s been sitting in the back room for quite a while.”

Sirius grinned as he flicked his wand to shoot out red and gold lights. Remus laughed and flicked his want to shoot out red and gold bolts.

“Sir?” An auror said after his head appeared through a small opening in the wall, “Professor Dumbledore is here for Mr. Potter.”

“Tell him we’re busy.”

“He insists, sir. He’s quite angry.”

“Mr. Potter has been emancipated and his godfather has been found innocent. You tell him that and then go for lunch.”

“Yes, sir,” the auror said before pulling his head out of the opening. A few moments later a huge yell was heard.

“Alright he is distracted. Let’s go gentlemen,” Rufus said as a doorway swiftly appeared by Remus. “This will take you to a street alley. It’s usually meant for emergencies only...” Another yell was heard followed by a loud resounding crash. “I think it counts as one. Gentlemen; have a good day.”

The five men stood in an empty alley, staring at the wall that just closed up behind them.

“Well gentlemen,” Mr. Ollivander said, “I’m needed at my shop. Good day.”

The others wished him a good day just as he disapparated.

“Ah, to be free again.” Sirius said, inhaling the smoggy air of London, “to the ....” Looking confused, he glanced at Remus.

“Your house is #13 Grimmauld Place.” Remus told him.

“Ah ha!” Sirius declared, “come along now. I must go taunt mother. Last Black standing and it’s a Gryffindor.”

“Narcissa is still alive.”

“She’s a Malfoy now.” They laughed. “Let’s go.”

The four apparated to the foyer of the Grimmauld Place.

“Hello, Mother.” Sirius greeted.

“YOU!” was the reply.

Sirius grinned at the portrait and then did a small jig.

“That was random, Padfoot.”

“I got what my mother didn’t want me to have.”

“Indeed.” Bill said, “Well I must be going. Fleur wanted me home for lunch and it’s close to 1. Have a good day.”

Bill walked over to the fireplace and scooped up some of the floo powder. Throwing the powder into the fire, he called out his destination. “My cottage, Wales.” He stepped into the green flames and disappeared.

“Want to go out and celebrate, Harry? Remus?” Sirius asked.

“Sure,” Harry replied, “Can I invite Hermione over here after lunch?”

“Absolutely, she can even stay for the summer.” Sirius said, “Remus, will you have to tell her the secret?”

“She already knows.”
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