This is a rewritten version of my story Harry Potter and his very Black plan. Hope this one is better written than the last version. Thank you for those that gave me some writing and grammar tips. I have added some things and changed a few other things here and there. Still, English is not my first language and I'm self-taught at that.
So please excuse me for any mistake made or politely mention it in a review so I can learn from it.
But I have one question, would you like the pairing to stay the same as in the original story or would you rather it be a Hermione/Harry endgame? There's a poll on my profile in which you may chose your preferred pairing for Harry.
Winner: Harry/Hermione!
Chapter one:
Harry sat down on his bed in the smallest bedroom of Number 4, Privet Drive. He was angry, sad and so much more that he could barely stop himself from either punching the wall or start crying. Not that either option would be a good idea in this house. The Dursleys wouldn't take kindly to their freak nephew making a nuisance of himself.
But Harry was almost past caring. Almost. Whatever others may say, Harry did have some sense of self-preservation. But Sirius, his last chance to get away from the Dursleys, for a family, was dead. Murdered by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange while trying to help him, Harry bloody Potter. He shouldn't have gone to the Ministry. He should have know better. Why hadn't he known better? Sirius was truly gone now.
He grieved for Sirius.
Harry knew that Sirius wouldn't have blamed him but he blamed himself. He should have known better than to trust his dreams, Kreacher and even Dumbledore who had let him down time and time again.
Just look at his life. Dumbledore's track record really wasn't all that good. Placing him with his aunt and his first five years at Hogwarts should be more than enough evidence that it wasn't wise to trust other people. Adults, mostly really. Harry knew he could trust his friends with most things.
Hermione and Neville were his two best friend and he could trust them with everything. Neville was his brother in all but blood and Hermione, well Hermione meant the world to him. She was everything to Harry. His loyal best friend.
The only adult who was willing to put him first was dead and Harry didn't know what to do anymore. Sirius had meant so much to Harry. The only true connection to his parents, his only chance to escape the Aunt and Uncle's house and perhaps a father. Either way, Sirius was family and Harry did not have much of those. Not family that he wanted anyway.
His friends barely sent him any letters while he was back at the Dursleys. Harry got some letters from Hermione and Neville and a short note from Ron but once again it seemed like they were forbidden from putting any important information in their letters. He missed his friends. He really could have used some cheering up.
He had made some new friends in his last few school years which had been nice. Like Luna and Neville, they were a few of the good ones. They were very brave for coming with him to save Sirius and for fighting so hard against the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic.
As was Ginny, she was a fierce one and Harry now got why her brothers were kinda afraid of her. He was glad that they were becoming friends now and that her crush seemed to be gone. That crush was uncomfortable for the both of them, really. That poor butter dish...
Still, no one seemed to understand how much he needed some positive contact after the disaster of a year he had. Like he had needed last year after witnessing Cedric's murder. They, Professor Dumbledore and the other adults just didn't seem to learn anything from their previous mistakes. Sirius had tried his best last year, but he had been out of the country, on the run for his own safety.
Sirius had understood him. Harry missed him so much he didn't know what to do with himself. He was back in a house where he wasn't wanted and worst of all- Voldemort was back in the open in all his snake-like glory. Magical Britain was pro Boy-Who-Lived again in their usual sickening way and Dumbledore expected him to kill Voldemort because a drunk almost-teacher made a prophecy that both the Headmaster and Dark Lord believed in.
And really, why hadn't he heard the damn thing before now? Why would anyone think that that was a good moment to tell him? Just after he lost the last person to love him as family?
Harry didn't want to kill anyone. Not even the monster that had killed his parents and ruined his life. Voldemort should never have been his problem to deal with to begin with. What was Fate thinking?
Why did the adults seem to expect him to always fix everything for them? Harry really wondered what the Ministry could have done if they had been actually competent. Perhaps they could have sent some Dementors after Voldemort. They did it to him after all when he was only fifteen years old. Harry really didn't think that someone as dark as Voldermort could cast a Patronus to protect himself. So much suffering could have been avoided if only the adults had done something.
Anything really.
And Harry didn't mean his parents. They were so young when they had died. Barely any older than Harry was now. Where were the adults in their own lives? Even now it seemed that the cycle continued. People barely out of Hogwarts joined the Order and often died for it. Which was brave of course and Harry wished he could join them too but no, Dumbledore had different plans for him. Or really the same plans as usual even though Voldemort is out is the open and truly starting his plans for the Wizarding World.
Meanwhile Harry is living with his magic hating relatives without a plan on how he's gonna survive his teens.
He didn't know what he could do against two adult wizards who have had decades of experience while he wasn't even finished with school but the one thing he did know, he won't be able to defeat Voldemort with 'the power of love' as Dumbledore had told him. Really, was he supposed to hug Voldemort to death? Maybe it was some kind of a euphemism for strangling the Dark Lord if he wanted to think about a more extreme way of getting rid of that bastard? No, knowing Professor Dumbledore he meant actual love.
Harry respected the Headmaster very much but he truly was a bit barmy.
He needed a plan of action and he needed it yesterday. But how could he do anything while he was stuck at the Dursley's? Dumbledore said it was the safest here for him and Dumbledore always knew best. You only have to look at Harry's last years in Hogwarts to know that.
Wait a minute...
Dumbledore knows best? Since when? Why does Harry have to stay with people who hated him while there was a house in his name that was way safer for Harry?
Sirius had made him his Heir and so Harry was now the owner of all what the Black family owned. He could go the the Black town house! While the Fidelius has fallen, the Black wards should still be strong. Sirius would want him to get away from his relatives. To be free like Sirius never got to be again in his life.
Perhaps there he could practise some spells and just train his arse of as much as possible. If he could use his wand at least. That was an important detail. He wouldn't want to stand trial again this summer for underage magic.
It would be perfect. He would have access to one of the biggest private family libraries in the country and perhaps could he even do magic there if he could find a wand without a trace! Now how could he get there without the Order stopping him and sending him back?
The Dursleys could not know what he was planning. They might not want him here but they would stop him from running away. If only out of fear for what the rest of the 'freaks' would do to them for losing him. And he should definitely avoid the Order. It was time to do something he hadn't done in a long time.
Looking over at where Hedwig was perched, he told her, "It's time to make a change, don't you think girl?"
Hedwig hooted back approvingly.
Make a plan.
Hermione would be so proud of him.