The Calm before the Storm

This is my first Harry Potter fic so bear with me.

Pairings: DM/HP, SB/RL, LM/SS, RW/HG, GW/FW, BZ/OC (that’s all of them I think. I’ll add more later if I think of them. Dominant partner first.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any other of the books characters and paraphernalia.

*Dreamscape*
“Talking”
‘Thinking’
#Flashback#
^Latin Translation^ (This will appear under any Latin. It’ll be brief, basic and since I sucked at Latin probably 80% wrong. But you’ll get what I mean)
(My Notes) (Obviously)

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CHAPTER ONE: - Abstruse

* The weak and weary figure tripped and crashed to their hands and knees for what felt like the hundredth time in as many minutes. Throwing a look over their shoulder they could see the undistinguishable shadowy figures floating through the trees behind them their glowing red eyes in the shape of almonds was the only thing they could make out.

Scrambling back to their feet they started to run again letting the panic they felt inside to spur them on. The voices kept whispering eerily around them, calling for them.

Putting on a sudden burst of speed they dived over a dead tree trunk then backtracked into a hollow underneath.

The exhausted figure held their breath as they watched the shadows fly over head. Looking down at their cut and bleeding hands a loose tear dropped. An unmistakably male voice left the figures mouth. Its familiar sounds reverberating and rising above the whispers.

“Remus. Harry. God I miss you so much.”

Another tear fell to their hand.

“Tempest you had a choice of guarding this dead wasteland or being part of the G.P. I’m glad you chose the G.P. Such a lively spirit could never watch over the veil.”

A rustling sound made the person look up. Four shadows floated in front of their hiding place. A shadowy hand reached into the hollow hideaway, its wispy, spindly fingers, reaching for the figure.

“TEMPEST!” *

Harry Potter woke up in a cold sweat, the sheets on his bed had tangled around his legs during his dream. Reaching up he wiped away the tears that were running down his face.

“Sirius,” Harry whispered thinking about his dream.

It had been his godfather. He’d recognise that voice anywhere but what had that dream been all about? Where was the place in his dream? And who the hell was Tempest?
Shaking his head he extracted himself from his sheets and got up.
It was summer and he was back at the Dursley’s who, ever since being threatened by Moody, Remus, Tonks and Mr. Weasley, had pretty much ignored his existence.
Now he wasn’t complaining, the Dursley’s avoidance of him had made the summer a hell of a lot easier but it didn’t stop them from being giant pains in his rear end.
Throwing a shirt on, since he was only in boxers, Harry walked over and looked out the bar less window and up at the night sky.
Letting out a sigh he glanced down into the front yard and spotted a lone figure sitting on the fence their back to Harry.
Smiling, Harry quietly opened the window, climbed out and shimmied down the drainpipe.
Landing with a soft thump on the ground he proceeded to sneak up behind the person on the fence.

“Harry it isn’t wise to sneak up on people,” Remus Lupin said turning his head to look at Harry a small smile gracing his face, “Especially armed wizards.”
“ I wasn’t worried,” Harry said grinning and pulling himself up onto the fence beside Remus.
“What woke you?” Remus asked looking at the young wizard beside him.

Harry had changed over the summer, growing taller, he no longer looked like he’d been starved half his life, which was what probably happened. Also after getting a job mowing lawns he’d gained a tan as well not to mention he’d cast a spell to fix his vision so he no longer wore those awful glasses.

“A dream,” Harry said looking straight ahead, “It was really weird.”
“Would you like to tell me about it?” Remus asked.

Harry nodded and looking into Remus’s golden brown eyes he recounted the dream. Remus would nod every now and again to show he was listening.
When Harry finished Remus looked up at the night sky.

“Harry had Sirius ever mentioned Tempest?” Remus asked softly.
“Not before my dream, no,” Harry replied looking at the werewolf confused, “Why?”

Remus didn’t reply he just continued to stare up at the sky.

“What does G.P stand for?” Harry asked accepting Remus’s silence, “I mean if Sirius said it.”
“That would be the Guardian Protectorate,” Remus replied looking at Harry.
“What’s that?” Harry asked.
“It’s a group of people, body guards almost, their only called in when the Aurors fail,” Remus replied.
“Why haven’t they been called in?” Harry asked confused, “I mean they would come in handy.”
Remus snorted angrily, “The High Council, that’s who makes all the big decisions, feel that it isn’t their problem.”
“Isn’t their problem. It’s everyone’s problem,” Harry said mystified.
“Yes well if a member of the G.P disobeys the High Council it is punishable by termination from the protectorate and even termination of life,” Remus growled.
“You have to be kidding,” Harry gasped, “That’s stupid.”
“We would have had help by now if that wasn’t the case,” Remus said sighing and looking at the ground.
“It’s that Tempest person isn’t it. Who is she Remus?” Harry asked jumping off the fence and facing Remus.
“Look Harry,” Remus said looking up at Harry, “I’ll tell you some other time but right now I need to talk to you about the Weasleys.”
“What’s wrong? Their okay aren’t they?” Harry asked starting to panic.
“Nothing serious. Charlie Weasley was hurt in Romania so the rest of the Weasleys rushed to him. They won’t be able to take you over the holidays,” Remus said.
Harry looked disappointed but nodded, “Charlie is alright, isn’t he?”
“He will be,” Remus said, “However I wanted to know if you would like to come and stay at Grimmauld Place with me for the last week before school?”
“That would be wonderful,” Harry said grinning happily at Remus, “I can’t wait.”

Remus smiled back at Harry but the smile slowly faded. Harry turned to follow Remus’s line of sight.
Four Death Eaters were at the end of the street walking towards them, wands drawn.

“Harry I’ll distract them you run to the house. They can’t touch you there,” Remus said jumping off the fence and standing in front of Harry.
“No,” Harry said defiantly, “I’ll help.”
“Harry no. Get inside please. I couldn’t bear to lose you,” Remus said.
Harry shook his head adamantly and drew his wand, “No I refuse to run from them anymore. I’m fighting.”
Remus looked at Harry before sighing and saying, “Alright Harry.”

Remus drew out his wand. The Death Eaters were now standing in front of them.

“What do you want?” Harry asked angrily.
“You to come with us quietly,” a Death Eater sneered at Harry.

Harry recognised the voice of Goyle Senior.

“Not in this lifetime,” Harry growled.
“We’d hoped you’d have made this easier on yourself. After all you’ve already lost so many people close to you, you wouldn’t want to lose another now would you?” Goyle Senior said pointing his wand at Remus.
“Stupefy,” Harry yelled as he dived behind a tree.

Remus threw two spells of his own while taking shelter behind a parked car.
Harry’s stupefy hit Goyle Senior square in the chest while one of Remus’s spells hit another Death Eater rendering him unable to do anything but wave his arms in the air. The other had missed the one who it was meant for but hit the fourth Death Eater dropping him like a tone of bricks.
Spells and Curses flew left right and center but surprisingly didn’t attract the attention of the residents of Privet Drive.
One of the stray curses hit Remus in the shoulder sending him flying through a fence seriously injuring him and knocking him unconscious.

“Remus!” Harry cried out running to the fallen werewolf.
“We did warn you didn’t we,” A Death Eater said walking up wand drawn.

Four loud cracks signified to Harry that someone had just apparated near by and that by the way the Death Eater looked around scared he was sure they were on his side.

“We’ll meet again. Until next time,” the Death Eater said leaving his three fallen colleagues, which included Goyle Senior, and apparated away.

Harry stroked the hair out of Remus’s eyes as he cradled Remus’s head in his lap.

“Please don’t leave me Remus you’re the only family I have left,” Harry whispered as tears started to fall from his eyes.
“Harry?” Dumbledore’s soft voice asked from behind him.
“Headmaster he’s hurt you have to help him,” Harry cried looking at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded and waved his hand.
Two unfamiliar wizards stepped forward to examine Remus but was stopped when they found a wand pointed at them.
“For Merlin’s sake Potter they’re on your side,” said a familiar nasally obnoxious voice.

Harry looked up in time to see Severus Snape emerge from behind Dumbledore.
Harry nodded and lowered his wand.

“I’m sorry it’s just that Remus…” Harry said but trailed off.
“I understand Harry. Let’s get Remus some help,” Dumbledore said, “And we’ll take you to Grimmauld Place.”
“No I want to stay with Remus,” Harry stated.
“You would be safer at Grimmauld Place than at St Mungo’s,” Dumbledore said softly.
“If I may Headmaster separating Mr. Potter and Lupin may cause Mr. Potter to do something rash that could put him in more trouble and danger then simply letting him go St Mungo’s with the werewolf,” Severus said sneering at Harry.
Dumbledore looked at Severus then at Harry and nodded, “You may be right Severus. Harry shall go with Remus.”

One of the wizards who had been examining Remus levitated the werewolf and apparated him away. His colleague followed right after.

“Severus if you’d be so kind as to take Harry to St Mungo’s I’ll shall inform the Dursleys of Harry’s absence. Harry you may collect your belongings tomorrow and wait out the rest of the holidays at Grimmauld Place,” Dumbledore said.

Severus nodded and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder and apparated the young wizard to St Mungo’s.

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Well there you go. What do you think?
Unfortunately my updates of this story are going to be very erratic because I’m holding down two jobs with very unusual hours so my apologies if I grate on anyone’s nerves. I don’t mind if you tell me so.

Abstruse – Hard to Understand, Profound.