Harry Potter and The Sword Of The Phoenix

Title: Harry Potter and the Sword of the Phoenix
Chapter Title: A Bittersweet Day
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Lemon Spoilers from book 5, and Sap . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5. Please leave a review.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “For it May Come True.”




Harry’s mind was racing through everything that had happened since last year as he sat in Dumbledore’s office. If someone had once told him that he and Draco Malfoy would fall in love, and that his future self would travel through time to save not only Draco from death but Harry as well, he would have laughed aloud. But now, after everything, for the first time Harry felt as if he was truly ready for whatever was ahead of him. Realizing this, Harry chuckled lightly to himself when suddenly a burst of green flame from the fire place announced Dumbledore return, but he was not alone.

Before Harry knew what to say he was crushed in a very strong bear hug by Mrs. Longbottom. Dumbledore laughed lightly with a hearty smile when Mrs. Longbottom finally let Harry go.

“I could never thank you enough for what you’ve done!” she declared with a tear now sliding down her right cheek.

For a moment all Harry could do was blush as he looked into their grateful faces, until he finally spoke:

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m just glad Neville has his whole family back. After the past few years and with everything that’s happening now, happiness and family is something we will all need.”

“Truer words were never spoken!” Dumbledore announced with a twinkle in his eye.

“Well, all the same thank you Harry” Mr. Longbottom finally spoke up as he reached out his hand to Harry’s.

“You’re very welcome,” Harry responded shaking Mr. Longbottom’s hand.

“You look just like James!” Mrs. Longbottoms declared as she looked Harry over.

“Except his eyes, he has his mother’s eyes,” Mr. Longbottom commented.

Again, Harry blushed lightly and thanked them for their kind words. They talked for another minute or two expressing more gratitude until they both asked where Neville was.

“He’s by the lake with Draco and my two best friends, Hermione and Ron.”

“Draco . . . you don’t mean Malfoy’s son do you?” Mrs. LongBottom asked, clearly worried.

“Yes, but don’t worry, he’s nothing like his family. Draco’s actually my boyfriend” Harry tried assured them although it clearly had the opposite effect.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Malfoy has proven himself a good young man and has earned my trust” Dumbledore chimed in.

This seemed to calm them a bit but they were clearly still a bit shaken by Harry’s revelation. The Longbottoms then left Dumbledore’s office to find there son by the lake. Harry was about to join them when Dumbledore told him to stay and have a seat.

“I’m very happy to see the Longbottoms well again, you did a wonderful thing for them Harry.”

“I’m glad they are alright, but it wasn’t really me who cured them, it was my future self” Harry corrected.

“True but I am sure you would have done the same thing.”

“I just hope they take advantage of the time they have now together” Harry responded.

“As well as anyone should Harry. But, I’m afraid I have quite a few things to discuss with you now, other than the Longbottoms. I meant to talk to you about them after you and Draco arrived but I’m afraid things didn’t go according to plan obviously.”

“No they didn’t” Harry confirmed with a sad smile.

“Now that you are of legal age there are some things I must talk to you about. First of all, I am sure by now you have noticed what horrible luck we have had with finding professors for our Defense Against the Dark Arts class.”

“True, but Tonks did a great job last year.”

“That she did. But I’m afraid Dolores Umbridge’s year of teaching here or lack there of, has seriously fragmented the education of the students. And with the expected number of classes Tonks must teach now, because so many more students are taking the class now that Voldermort has returned; now it is more than she can handle. I have decided that the only way to correct the problem is to hire another professor to teach the 1st, 2nd and 3rd year students, while Tonks teaches the rest of the students” Dumbledore stated.

“Sounds like a good plan, so who is the new pssorssor going to be, another Auror?” Harry asked excitedly.

“I have chosen you for the position, actually” Dumbledore answered with a large smile.

Harry was clearly taken aback by this, and found he was unable to speak for a moment.

“But . . . I’m . . . I’m just a student!” Harry stammered, as if this would explain everything. “How can I possibly be a teacher?”

“You already proved you have the ability in your 5th year, except this time you will have to teach the Slytherins as well.”

“But, the D.A. was different; Hermione thought it up so students would learn how to defend themselves, not to mention pass their O.W.L.S.”

“That may be so, but every student you taught received an “O” in DADA. . .” Dumbledore chuckled.

“Well . . . yeah but . . . but students can’t really teach classes can they?” Harry asked.

“I’m afraid they cannot but, that is why if you will take the position I am offering you, I will make certain arrangements. I can make it so that you will take your N.E.W.T.S. in two weeks time, and until then you will receive very concentrated classes in each of your class subjects, as well as your secret training with order members, which I believe you and I need to talk about later.”

“But, that means I’ll have to study for, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, DADA, and Herbology. Is it really possible for me to take all of that in with such a short period of time?”

“Over past few months that we have all watched you, I have seen you studying far more than in your past years. If I didn’t know any better I would say you and Hermione could rival each other equally now. I know from past experiences that you have the determination to do this. You have gone through far many more things that even most grown wizards have, and with all your experience I know you will make an excellent teacher.” Dumbledore declared, beaming at Harry.

“You really think I can do it?”

“I have no doubts in your ability Harry, but in the end it’s your choice.”

For a moment Harry ran the idea over in his head. Could he really be a teacher? And what about becoming an Auror? Everything just spun around in his head as he continued to think.

“Ok, I’ll do it!” Harry finally declared.

“Wonderful, I’ll make the necessary arrangements immediately.” Dumbledore beamed even brighter.

“So what else did you want to talk to me about?”

Suddenly, Dumbledore’s smile turned into a sad frown. The light in his eyes dimmed, and Harry suddenly became afraid of what was coming.

“I’m afraid it’s about Sirius.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Harry, this whole time since your third year, I have been working to try and clear the charges against him, and last week I was finally able to do so, and now his will has been legally processed.”

Harry just nodded for the headmaster to go on . . . not knowing what to say . . .

“In his will, Sirius left me ¼ of the Black family fortune, to use for the Order, to help our cause. Everything else in his estate, the property, the money, everything has been left to you, Harry.”

Once again, Harry found himself speechless, and Dumbledore used this as a means to keep explaining.

“The total amount in the Black’s vault is totaled at 46 million galleons” Dumbledore stated, “and added to the money your father left in the Potter vault, I dare say you are now one of the most richest wizards in the world!”

“I’d gladly give every galleon back if I could have Sirius back even for just one more day!” Harry declared as a tear ran down his face.

“I know Harry, I know you would, but nothing can change what happened, and I’m afraid it gets a bit more complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

“Now that you are the sole heir to the black estate, that means you also own Kreacher.”

“WHAT!?!” Harry shouted as he stood up, almost knocking his chair over.

“We have kept him locked up in his room, ever since the night Sirius fell beyond the veil. He knows too much about the Order for us to let him go, but now that you are his master, his fate is in your hands.”

“I would be lying to you if I said I didn’t wish harm upon him for what he has done” Harry answered bitterly.

“The choice of what to do with him is yours, but whatever you decide, I urge you to try and see this matter clearly. Kreacher is only what he has been made by wizard kind, and whatever he is now, is what we have made.”

“So, what do you want me to do then?” Harry asked.

“Like I saiforefore, you must decided” Dumbledore answered, rather cryptically. “Perhaps this will help you decided.”

Dumbledore reached into his robes and pulled out an envelope, and handed it to Harry.

“Sirius left this attached to his will for you, I’ll leave you alone so that you may read it in private. But, before I go, now that you are the owner of Grimmauld Place, may the Order continue to use it?

“Of coarse you can. . .” Harry answered with a weak smile.

With a kind word of thanks, Dumbledore turned on his heel and left Harry alone in his office to read the letter in his hands:


Dear Harry,


If your reading this now, I have must be dead. I hope that if I am dead, I died in battle. I don’t want you to blame yourself for anything that has happened, because the one at fault is Voldermort! I know what it feels like to lose someone you love, after all, I lost James and Lily, and for 13 years I lost you as well.

I can still remember the day after you were born, when James and Lily asked if I would be your godfather, when they brought you home. That day was the first time I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes, and instantly I fell in love with you. James and I would play with for hours at a time, since you never seemed to want to sleep, and Lily would always tell us not to encourage you. The three of us would always laugh when she would say that and finally put you in your crib. But, unfortunately those times were short lived. They were soon forced into hiding, and of coarse you know what happened after that.

But, before James and Lily took you into hiding, James made me promise that if anything ever happened to them, that I would always take care of you. Naturally, I agreed, after all, James was my brother. Perhaps not by blood, but by something even deeper, our hearts. I swore to him I would take care of you, and that was the last time I ever spoke to him. The entire time I was imprisoned, all I could think of was how I failed my brother, as well as my godson.

Ever since I became free I have tried to make up for all the years I wasn’t there for you, and tried to be the father I know you deserve. But, of coarse if your reading this, like I said before, it means I am no longer there. I’m truly sorry I won’t be there for you anymore, but I know Dumbledore will do his best for you. There is no one else I trust more, and I know you will be alright. You have your father’s courage, and your mother’s sense of justice. Always let your heart guide you, it is your greatest strength, I have seen this after watching you these three years. And I know for a fact that if your mother and father were alive right now, they would tell you that they are proud of you. And if you are wondering how I know that, it’s because I am proud of you too. . .


I am with you always,

Sirius “Padfoot” Black.


Harry didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. The only thing he did know was that Sirius was gone, and no matter how responsible he was for it, it was also Voldemort’s fault. He had taken away, his parents, his childhood, his godfather, and almost succeeded in taking Draco away. And now, after everything that Harry had lived through, Voldemort was not going to take anything else away!

As Harry stood up to find Dumbledore, as if on queue, Dumbledore walked in.

“Well Harry, I have finished making all the arrangements for you to take your N.E.W.T.S, and all of your teachers will begin teaching you, bright and early tomorrow morning. During the day you will have your normal classes to prepare you for you tests, and at night I myself will teach you how to duel and occluemency. Kingsley will be here teaching you in martial arts and training you how to fight with many different weapons. Along with that, Minerva will also be giving you animagus training.”

Harry was ecstatic! He was going to be an animagus, just like Sirius and his father.

“That’s great, but I thought becoming an animagus was very dangerous?”

“Indeed it is which is why I will also be there to supervise the class. While I am not an animagus myself, it us much safer to have an extra hand when attempting to become one” Dumbledore replied.

‘Thank you sir.”

“Now that you’re going to be a professor, it will be alright if you address me as Albus.”

“Alright . . . so is there anything else Albus?”

“I will also be training you in Occlumency. It’s still very important you learn how to block out invaders from your mind.”

“Ok” Harry replied.

“Please inform me of decision concerning Kreacher by tomorrow night, after your training tomorrow night. The sooner this is resolved the better it will be.”

Harry just nodded and with that, he left the headmasters office to tell the others of his new position at Hogwarts.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I would like to dedicate this fic to my biggest fan ladychef211981. I wasn’t even going to continue writing until she asked e to keep going. So ladychef211981, if you’re reading this thanks for the encouragement and the kind words. . .