Harry Potter and The Frozen Heart

Title: Harry Potter and the Frozen Heart
Chapter Title: I forgot my birthday . . .
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/OC
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers from book 5, bad language, sexual situations, and more . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potted I d I do not make any money from these stories.
Synopsis: During his summer before his 6th year, Harry decides he no longer cares about the wizarding worlds needs and decides to face Voldemort on his own terms. But, he meets someone who then begins to unlock his inner feelings in way he never knew possible, but what happens when this person shows up at Hogwarts? Not to mention the new threat Voldemort has in store . . . Will Harry be able to stop him? And if so, at what cost?


July was at its end as time passed too quickly. In the mornings and late into the night Harry would work on his magic. Harry suspected it was the Occlumency and legilimancy, but for whatever the reason he seemed to be grasping on to things faster and faster. Now, he could read faster then ever before, and understand what he read. He had managed to read almost his entire library and all the books he had gotten from Diagon and Knockturn Alley. More startling was the fact that he had mastered his animagus form, whatever it was, and found he could somehow breathe fire like a dragon as well as ice.

His potions closet was now full of a variety of potions, which ranged from dream-less sleeping draughts to veritaserum. Without Snape there to sabotage his work, he found he loved the art of potion making, and was extremely good at it. But the strange happenings didn’t stop there. The more time he spent with Keeva, the more he could sense her emotions. A strange empathic connection was made between them and it was obvious she had chosen Harry to be her master. He based this on a wonderful discovery he made when he went swimming with her in his pool and found that he could now breathe underwater.

Along with magic he worked on his paintings which he also found to be very good at. Even without magic charms his paintings looked as if they were about to come to life. He still had a lot of work to do for the one painting he wanted to do but he was up to the challenge. His note book was now filled with many poems and Harry was forced to add more pages to the book just in case he would need them soon. Inside of the pages were poems of pain, loss, hatred, love friendship, desire, hope, and more. Each one of them flowed out of him like water, out of his heart, through the pen and into the pages of the book, and Harry wondered if it felt the same for his mother.

Many things seemed to be changing and expanding for Harry, and not just on the magical side of his life. He and Alex grew closer and closer, despite there mutual lack of knowledge of each other. Harry tried to read Alex with his knew legilimency skills but somehow could never break into Alex’s mind. It was obvious he was hiding something but Harry also knew he was safeh hih him. Like him, Alex seemed to have a painful past and whenever the topic got too close to home for either of them, they were both only too eager to change the subject.

The weapons training and kung fu were growing more and more intense everyday. Sometimes Alex would bring a stereo and they would fight to the music, as well as dance. One moment it would be gothic music filling Harry’s ears, another it would be the meringue or salsa music. His favorite weapon was the sword but the whip came to a very close second. The more he practiced the deadlie bee became with the blade and the more he practiced with the whip, the more precise became his attacks. Alex was forced to stay on his toes as Harry progressed faster and faster in their time together, and even though he could still beat Harry, he now had to work harder to beat him.

Their workouts at the gym were also more intense, and every other day they even joined Lisa for a yoga class. Since the gym was almost always empty, their time in the steam room would turn into long snogging sessions. Harry dreaded knowing he was going to leave soon and most likely never see Alex again. Every time the thought came into his head, all he wanted to do was snap his wand and runaway. For the first time in a long time, Harry felt alive and complete, and realized that he would rather be Zane Black than Harry Potter.

At night Harry and Alex would dance the night away at Mayhem, sometimes dancing with the ladies or with each other. Harry would lose himself in the music and alcohol, dancing along side of Alex. He felt himself being reborn with each dance as well as each kiss with Alex. Every time Harry would kiss Alex, it felt like he flying on his Firebolt, above the clouds and over the moon. The more Harry spent time with him, the more he wanted to tell him his real name and everything about himself. But the more he thought about it the harder it was to define where Zane ended and Harry began.

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“I only have two weeks left here.”

“I wish you could stay longer” Alex said as he kissed Harry once again.

They were in Alex’s car saying goodnight.

“If only things were different” Harry said.

“Maybe, but if they can’t be we might as well take every advantage every moment we have together.”

“I know . . .” Harry affirmed as he leaned into Alex, kissing him passionately.

After another minute or two they said goodnight and Harry walked the rest of the way home, noticing that Moody was following him. The Order was still watching him and Harry sometimes wondered how much of his activities with Alex they were discussing. Truthfully he didn’t care but he still wished he had some privacy.

When he climbed down to his trunk he was shocked to see a peck of owls waiting for him on his bed along with Fawkes. Going to Errol first he untied the parcel on his leg. Errol was just about to collapse and Harry gathered him up and put him into Hedwig’s cage. He hooted appreciatively and drank some water. Pig was jumping about wildly on his bed, excited he had made the delivery. When Harry finally managed to untied his parcel, Pig zoomed all over the room. Harry then untied a few more parcels from the other owls and they flew out of his trunk. Fawkes seemed to be rather taken with Keeva and seemed to be in no rush to leave, so Harry decided to take care of him later.

Opening Errol’s package first he found a box full of mince pies and home made treats with a note from Mrs. Weasley.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! I wish you were here so we could have a party for you, but I understand you not wanting to come back here yet. Everyone keeps asking for you but none of us told them anything. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but no matter what Arthur and I will be here for you Harry. If you want to talk or need anything, just send a message with Hedwig.

Love always,

Molly Weasley

Harry was grateful for everything she had said and decided to write her before he went to bed, and then opened the next package.

Harry,

Happy birthday mate! Mom says you won’t be coming here until just before term so I hope those muggles are treating you alright. I want to tell you something but I hope you don’t get mad. This summer I and Hermione got together, and we’re dating now. I hope you’re not mad Harry. It just sort of happened one night; she and I were talking and the next thing I know I kissed her! Anyway, I’ve been working with Ginny at Fred and George’s joke shop. Their making lots and lots of galleons by the day and are thinking about opening up another shop in Hogsmead if they ever save enough. I used some of the money I made to buy you this, I hope you like it.

-Ron

PS

I got an O in Defense Against the Dark Art thanks to yate!ate!

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he set the letter aside and opened the small box it came with. Inside the very small box was a golden snitch. His happiness faded a bit at the memory of his father playing with one by the lake the day in Snape’s memory. Shaking it off Harry just opened the next letter.

Dear Harry,

I know you are going through a hard time right now, but that’s no excuse to ignore us Harry Potter! We are your friends and we care about you! I’m sick of your letters saying nothing but ‘I’m fine’, cause I know your not. So please let us be there for you, because weather you like it or not we are all going to be there for you every step of the way. I don’t want to make you angry, but I’m really upset with you. I keep trying to ask Mrs. Weasley why you’re not coming back here and she, like everyone else, won’t tell me anything. Please write to us and let us know what’s going on.

A lot of things have been happening here. Since you gave Mrs. Weasley the key to one of your storage vaults we’ve been redecorating the place. You wouldn’t recognize the place now, it looks so wonderful. The only thing is we can’t get rid of the portrait of Snuffles mother. Ron and I are dating now and I hope you’re alright with that. Were still your best friends and this doesn’t change how much we care about you. I’ll tell you more when I see you. Happy birthday! I hope you like what I got you.

Your friend,
Hermione

Harry thought it was strange she didn’t mention her OWL results but knew they must have been fantastic. He then opened her gift to find a very large and thick book with the title ‘Dueling Darkness’. Inside were very detailed diagrams and information on dark spells, how to perform them as well as how to counter them. Wondering how Hermione got the book he put it aside for later went for the next item.

Hey Harry,

Happy birthday! Business is booming and it’s all thanks to you. We heard about how you came to Diagon Alley and then disappeared the next day after that. Obviously we couldn’t be prouder of you. You’ll make a great prankster and now that we’re no longer students, Hogwarts is going to need someone to fill in the gap we left behind. So in closed you will find some of our best products, we know you will do us justice.

-Fred and George

Once again Harry opened the box that came with the letter, only this time he found a large assortmef skf skiving-snack boxes, canary creams, Whizbangs and much more in the large box.

Dear Harry,

I know you want to be alone for a while which is why I didn’t deliver this personally. There is nothing I can say to make everything that happened this year alright, which makes it even worse. No matter how much I try, I always seemed to keep failing the people I love. The last thing I ever want to do is fail you Harry. If you ever need me I’ll be there for you. After Lily and James were killed I managed to hold on to a few things of theirs. This is where Lily wrote many of her lullabies and poems. She loved you very much and wanted to give you this to you so you could sing to your own children someday.

Sincerely,

Remus ‘Moony’ Lupin

Ignoring the tears in his eyes Harry opened Lupin’s present to find a dragon hide book with a drawing of a water lily on the cover, floating in a body of water under a shining rainbow. Inside of it were lots of poems and lullabies that she used to sing to him as well as the one he heard in Sirius’s memory. Putting it aside he opened his next package.

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is my honor to inform you that your quidditch ban has been lifted and that you are re-instated to the position of Seeker. In closed you will find your broomstick, use it well.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

The Firebolt was in the parcel, looking brand new and recently polished. Harry put it in his closet in a special holder on the wall for broomsticks and then went back to the letters on his bed to reply to them all.

Dear Mrs. Weasley,

Thank you for the wonderful treats, I always love your cooking. I appreciate the thought of wanting to have a party for me. I’m sorry I can’t be there, and I’m glad you understand why. Also, I want to thank you for not telling anyone what’s going in respect to me. With Dumbledore having all of you follow me everywhere I have no privacy. I’ll tell Ron and Hermione a little of what’s going on but I’ll explain the rest when I come home.

Sincerely,
Harry

Dear Ron,

Finally! I thought you two would never get together. I’m really happy for you mate, and congrats on the O in DADA, I’m sure your mum must be really proud. I loved the snitch and I’m sure I’ll use it constantly since I’m afraid I’m out of practice. Don’t worry about the muggles; I made sure they won’t bother me anymore.

-Harry

Dear Hermione,

I don’t mean to ignore you or Ron, that’s not what any of this, is about. I’m just trying to figure something’s out for myself. Anytime I am alone I want to have you guys around, but whenever I’m around you guys I want to be alone. I don’t know if you can understand that but that’s how I feel. So I told Dumbledore I wasn’t coming back and that I would get Kings Cross on my own but Mrs. Weasley had her heart set on me coming home so I agreed to spend my last two weeks there. I’ve been doing a lot this summer and by now I have all my school books memorized! Along with that, I’ve been going through a lot of changes. I’ll tell you all about them when I see you. Also, I’m glad you and Ron are finally together. I’ve been wondering when you would wake up and realize you fancy one another.

Your friend,

Harry

Dear Fred and George,

Thanks for the gift, and trust me when I say these will come in handy. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop by the shop when I came to Diagon Alley but I thought the order members would be there waiting to catch me. I’ll stop by the shop before I go back to Hogwarts, since I really want to talk to you guys about some things.

-Harry

Dear Remus,

Please don’t blame yourself for what happened. That fact is that you never failed anyone. You always did what you could and then some. The reason I blame myself for Sirius’s death is because I know that I could have done something to prevent it from happening. And, I’m letting you know right now that there was nothing you could have done, you didn’t fail. But, if you’re anything like me I know you’re still going to blame yourself no matter what y. Wy. When I get back home, let’s have dinner and we can talk more about this in person.

I’ll see you soon,

Harry

Harry put down the pen and put the letters into their own envelopes. Keeva and Fawkes were still talking to each other on the perch he made for her. Keeva seemed to be rather taken with him, and Harry couldn’t suppress a smile as he watched them together. Fawkes gave Harry the large heavy box he was carrying and the letter attached to it.

Dear Harry,

I know you are very angry with me and you have every right to be. When you get back headquarters I want to talk to you about some things I know we need to talk about. For now I just want to say happy birthday. I was informed that you can now do magic without the ministry detecting you, so in closed you will find a very old and very large tome. I ask you to be careful with it since it is very old and fragile and one of the only copies in existence. Inside you will find many useful and powerful spells. Please be careful if you are going to try and perform them, as they can be very dangerous if not performed correctly.

Wishing you a happy birthday,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry set the letter aside and opened the package that came with it. Inside was the tome Dumbledore mentioned. The spells inside of it were staggering, and Harry even found the fire whip spell Dumbledore had used at the ministry along with different variations of it. He decided to put it away for later and write his response.

Dear Dumbledore,

First off I want to say thank you for the gift, I promise you I will treat it with care. I agree we have much to get out in the open. When I get back to headquarters I am planning on having a private dinner with Remus, if you want you can join us. We can talk then. Don’t misunderstand though, I am very angry with you, and I will no longer be your pawn! This past year I have felt completely neglected and betrayed by you. After what happened after the tournament you send me back here to my relatives who would be glad to see me die. I understand why I must be here which is why I am staying here now instead of running away and fighting Voldemort on my own. And the only reason I don’t throw you and the rest of the order out of the Black family house is because I know what chaos that would cause for you and that would only help Voldemort in the end.

You ordered my only friends not to tell me anything under the reason that letters may be intercepted. But, as you pointed out before, there are other more reliable and safer methods of communication. You claim to do all this because you care about me, and yet you abandon me, you say the truth is generally preferable to lies, and yet that is all you have ever told me, because even a lie by omission is still a lie. You claim to do all this for my protection, yet when I need you the most I am always protecting myself. Last summer my cousin and I almost had our souls taken away by those dementors. Had I been a second too late, my cousin would be an empty soulless shell if I had not saved him as well as myself. Haven’t you learned yet that the more you try and shield me from everything the more you are just ruining my life?

Ever since this all began I have felt completely alone and sometimes I wish I was dead, but I can’t even have that. After all if I die who will be left to save the world?

-Harry James Potter

Harry put dowe lee letter and noticed that both Keeva and Fawkes were watching him. Keeva had obviously felt Harry pain and was now eyeing him closely, letting him know she cared. Harry went over to her and kissed her lightly on the head.

“Since Hedwig is out hunting, do you want to take some letters for me?”

Keeva stuck out her leg, letting him know she would. Harry quickly altered the letter to Remus, letting him know Dumbledore would be coming also if he decided to come.

“Alright, just take these letters to the person they are addressed to on the envelopes ok?”

Keeva nodded her head to declare she understood and took the letters in her leg. In a thick watery vapor she disappeared quickly followed by Fawkes in a large ball of flame.