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Harry is sixteen in this story, it takes place just after 'Order of the Phoenix' so therefore no reference to the 'Half Blood Prince' will be expressed; so no spoilers for those who haven't yet read the 6th book!

Harry Potter and the Orb of Refinement.

Chapter 1. - Harry’s Decision



It was 8:00pm on Privet Drive; the sky was turning a dusky Gray, while the sunset still slightly visible above the rooftops, projecting pinks and yellows and lighting up the all too familiar surroundings that Harry had grown accustomed to in his sixteen years of existence.



Harry was staring out of his bedroom window, watching the remaining sunset until it disappeared entirely from his view; alone with his thoughts and his feeling of emptiness, Harry wanted this day to end like all the other days since his beloved Godfather had passed away in front of his very eyes, murdered by his own cousin, Bellatrix LeStrange.



Harry could still hear the high-pitched laughter and her scream of triumph as Sirius fell through the veil, with a look of sorrow gliding across his tired eyes.



“Why didn’t I stop it, I could have tried something, anything,” Harry said aloud to himself while stepping away from his window and lowering himself onto his bed, holding his head in his hands while his guilt whirled inside his gut making him feel nauseous and dizzy.



Hedwig hooted softly from her cage which was perched on top of his wardrobe, Harry looked up and gave her a small appreciative smile; she always knew when Harry was feeling down, in fact, Harry felt the only person that really knew how he felt was Hedwig, his snowy white owl with large amber eyes.



“You’ve got to stop feeling like this Harry,” he thought silently to himself, as he knew Sirius would not have wanted Harry blaming himself. The only consolation that Harry felt about Sirius’ passing was that he died fighting, he died doing something he believed in, he died a hero, and he died free.



There was a loud knock on his bedroom door, Harry got up with a start and opened it slowly, not feeling ready to talk to anyone.



“Come on Harry, you must eat something, don’t want your freaky friends to think we are neglecting you, you have been writing to them every three days haven’t you Harry?” said Uncle Vernon, while staring at Harry with a mixture of loathing and nervousness.



“Yeah, I’ve been writing,” replied Harry in an exasperated tone.



“Watch your manners boy," shot Uncle Vernon. "The fact that we still allow you to stay here even though we could be at risk from those Dementoid thingy’s; I strongly suggest you keep a watch on your tone, now come along, Petunia has just laid out dinner.” His large round face glowing a light shade of purple.



Harry rolled his eyes as Uncle Vernon turned and walked away, then he followed shortly after him, down the stairs and entered the kitchen.



Dinner was a very quiet affair; Harry never said a word and this seemed to please the Dursley’s as they always liked to pretend Harry didn’t exist, this also suited Harry because he didn’t want to talk to them anyway.



After dinner Harry went back to his bedroom and slowly started to tidy up his room, it was only seven days until school started again, so he had to get his trunk packed and ready for the departure back to Hogwarts for his sixth year.



As he opened the trunk he noticed a ray of light shine from the bottom, Harry knew straight away what it was, the mirror.



This small handheld mirror is what Sirius had handed to him before the start of the new term last year, the last time Harry had seen his Godfather in the flesh, before the battle at the Ministry of Magic that led to his untimely death.



Something then immediately struck Harry, “Why was I so stupid?" Breaking into Umbridge’s office was totally unnecessary, he could have used the mirror to contact Sirius, if only he knew he had it! He forgot to check what it was Sirius had handed him on that last morning at number twelve Grimmauld Place.



Last year Harry had broken into the new Headmistresses office to use the floo network to contact Sirius, but the last time he and his friends got caught, and Kreacher had lied to Harry about Sirius’ whereabouts, Kreacher, how Harry hated that house elf for lying to him. If it hadn’t been for him, Sirius would still be alive because Harry wouldn’t have gone to the Ministry of Magic in the first place, if only he knew about the mirror then!



“Well its useless now,” Harry said to himself and picked up the broken shards of glass and put them in a small envelope and tucked it under his secret floorboard under his bed.



Harry was about to put on his pyjamas when he started thinking about number twelve Grimmauld Place, the house where Sirius grew up, the place that he called home, even though Sirius didn’t like it, it was still the only place Harry could go and feel close to him. Harry thought about this for an hour, whirling it around in his mind, the Order of the Phoenix, that was it!

He wasn’t going to mope around and feel guilty anymore, he was going to get his revenge, he was going to fight and if it meant dying in the process than so be it. His parents had to fight, Sirius had to fight, Dumbledore has been fighting since the beginning, and so shall he.



Harry packed his trunk, picked up Hedwigs cage and got his broomstick out from his wardrobe. A flash of anger passed through him when he saw his broomstick, there were scratches along the long shiny handle.

“That blasted woman Umbridge,” Harry said loudly. She had chained Harry’s broom up in the dungeons last term, and in the process chipped and scratched its beautiful wood, but then Harry remembered who had bought him this broom and he felt himself let out a warm smile.



Once he had gathered his belongings, Harry slowly descended the staircase; he could hear the television and knew the Dursley’s were lazing on their sofa watching the news. Upon hearing Dudley’s voice asking his mother if he could have another chocolate bar from the fridge, he knew he was doing the right thing by leaving, he didn’t want to have to stay in this place a minute longer. “Especially if it meant looking at that goofball for another day,” Harry thought to himself.



“Where are you off to Potter, visiting one of your weirdo pals?” retorted Uncle Vernon. Dudley let out a laugh, Harry shot him a distasteful look and Dudley immediately fell silent.



“Yes, so I will see you next summer, I will be staying with friends and they will accompany me back to Hogwarts,” Harry replied.



They all looked at him and Harry could have sworn that Aunt Petunia was about to say something but thought better of it and quickly closed her mouth.

There was a small uncomfortable silence and with that Harry said, “Well see ya then,” and with that he headed for the front door.





Chapter 2. – Back to the Order.



It was a wonderful feeling, the night air blowing through Harry’s untidy dark hair, his glasses askew, but it was flying that made Harry feel better at once, giving him the strength of what he was now determined to do.



The houses looked so minuscule from where Harry was right now, soaring near the stars, at this moment in time he wished he could stay up here forever.



Finally, number twelve Grimmauld Place was in view and slowly and carefully Harry descended and landed right outside the all-familiar house.



Harry entered quietly, it was very dark in the entrance hall and he was careful not to bump into anything, after all, he didn’t want to wake Mrs Black up, that portrait was enough to petrify anyone especially in the dark.



Harry slowly put his broom down and untied his trunk, and then placed Hedwig on a dark mahogany side table near the foot of the stairs. He was about to enter the kitchen when there was a flicker of light coming out from underneath the door, he didn’t enter, he knew someone was in there, then he heard voices, so gently, Harry pressed his ear to the door.



“Do you really think that will help Professor? It didn’t work last time, look what he did, I will not have a repeat like last year, I’m sorry, but I will not have any part to play this term.” Harry knew that cold voice, it was Snape.



“Albeit Severus, what Harry did was wrong and an invasion of your privacy, but all the time I am the headmaster of Hogwarts I have vowed to protect him and all of my students, these are dark times and this time we must not fail,” replied Dumbledore



“Albus, do you really think he is ready, after what happened at the Ministry, he is only sixteen after all,” said Professor McGonagall.



“Minerva, Harry has shown courage and bravery beyond his years, if anyone can end the reign of Lord Voldemort than it is Harry, and I intend to help him every step of the way” Dumbledore paused for a second, and then continued;



“This Order was started by the most prestigious Witches and Wizards I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Those friends of ours Minerva are no longer here, only this handful remains. I would love nothing more than for Harry to lead a normal life, but it is written in his stars, there is nothing we can do, except give him the encouragement and knowledge that he deserves.”



Harry realised that Dumbledore would die if it meant saving the Order and Harry, but this wasn’t a good thing in Harry’s heart, he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt, if it was written in his stars, then he should do it alone.



“Well said Albus, and you’re right, he can do this, I see in him the determination of his father, but its going to be tough, and as you know I cannot be there for him all the time,” said Remus Lupin.



Upon the sound of his voice Harry’s heart leapt, Remus was here.



“That has been duly noted, so when you are not there, one of us will be,” said Dumbledore.



“Please forgive me Professor but I do not think he is ready," spat Snape. "If it hadn’t been for the Order he would have been killed a long time ago, Potter thinks he knows, but he doesn’t know anything, he can’t even get a D in Potions. I think you underestimate the power of the Dark Lord, you have not seen what I have.”



“Severus, I am fully aware of the powers of Lord Voldemort, having fought him myself on numerous occasions, and it was I that witnessed Harry come face to face with him at the Ministry and manage to look him in the eye. I am a true believer that if you can stare death in the face, you can triumph, I believe in Harry.”



Dumbledore had an edge in his voice, and no one in that room dared to disagree with him.



“Oh Albus, I love that boy like a son, I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to him,” cried Molly Weasley.



“Now now, don’t go getting yourself upset dear, we are all here to help him,” said Arthur Weasley.



Harry could almost hear him cradling her gently around the shoulders. He loved the Weasley’s, they were the closest thing he ever had to having parents.



“I don’t know Albus, I care for Harry very much, but losing Sirius may have had a big knock on effect, we don’t know how well he’s taking it, or if he’s taking it at all,” said Tonks.



“I agree with Tonks,” said Molly Weasley in-between her sobs.



“Now you lot listen 'ere, dat Harry is a good lad he is, strongest and bravest young man I hav’ ever known, if Dumbledore says he can do it, then he bloody can,” Interrupted Hagrid.



“This is ridiculous, as much respect I hold for the order, you are putting our hopes and risking our lives on a sixteen year old boy who has so far just been lucky! He is not ready I tell you, he cannot do this,” Snape retorted angrily.



“Now listen here Severus, you’ve always had something against that boy, why can’t you just accept the fact that it is he who has to live with this everyday like the rest of us but more so, I’ve seen him suffer in silence, but like us he carries on, he’s a strong lad and your just going to have to deal with it,” said Arthur Weasley in a tone that Harry did not recognise, could Arthur be annoyed?



Snape stared at Arthur, his nostrils flaring.



Harry had heard enough. All at once he flew open the kitchen door and took a step inside, to his amazement the whole of the order were there, even Kingsley was standing silently in a corner.



One by one Harry looked them all in the eye. Everyone looked rather taken aback, however, Mad Eye Moody didn’t seem to change his expression once, not even upon Harry’s entrance, he realised straight away that Moody knew he was behind that door.



Finally Harry spoke “How considerate of you all to conduct a meeting about my future without the audacity of inviting me to it, I’m honoured, really I am.”



“Ugghh, hello there Arry’ just ah thought you might like our supp-” Harry lifted his hand to silence Hagrid, stopping him in mid sentence.



“It was never a question of support Hagrid, we have always supported each-other and I appreciate everything you have all done for me, but what I don’t appreciate is you discussing me behind my back with what and how I’m supposed to be feeling.”



“Harry, this puts me in an awkward situation and I hope you accept my sincere apologies, but before we were to conduct your training, I had to make sure the Order was in full agreement,” said Dumbledore.



“Training, sir?”



“Yes Harry, you have to be prepared for this war, because that is what it will be once Voldemort has gathered all of his followers, and we must be sure that you are ready.”



Dumbledore surveyed Harry with a very kind but concerned expression and continued. “Harry, you remember what I told you in my office at the end of term, about the prophecy?”



“Yes I remember.”



“Then you will understand that in order to proceed you must be ready.”



“I understand sir. When shall we begin?”