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I still don't own any of the things in this story that belongs to Rick Riordan or JK Rowling

*Reminder: Changing to past tense, and I'm not doing first-person POV for now (probably for the rest of the story)

Alrighty, let's do this! 

Harry POV

Harry did not enjoy the ride to King's Cross Station. Not only did they have to take the Knight Bus (Is that the correct spelling?), but for the duration of the terrifying drive, Will kept rambling on and on about old ladies and missing eyeballs, and Nico kept telling him to be quiet. As odd as that all was, Harry decided to blame it on the fact that Will's loopy-ness was still wearing off - Charlie said it should be gone by the time they got to Hogwarts - and tuned them out, focusing on not faceplanting into a window. Again.

As soon as they arrived at their stop, Harry bolted out the door, not caring about his supposed 'protection detail'. He could take care of himself, and besides, Harry doubted that any of the adults with them had fought Voldemort. But Harry had fought him - multiple times he may add - and as much as he would love to forget all about the man who killed his parents, who killed Cedric, he couldn't. He saw him kill his parents in his dreams, saw him torture innocent wizards for information when he dozed off and saw that flash of green light that hit Cedric every time he closed his eyes.

He even saw him when he was awake. The Dark Lord plagued his thoughts and popped up in the corner of his eyes, ready to kill the people he loved. And sometimes, on the very worst days, when he would get even slightly annoyed, he could hear him, whispering in his mind. Kill them, the voice would say, hurt them.

But Harry wouldn't give in. He shut the voice out. He would not become one of Voldemort's mindless servants. He would fight for everyone he knew and loved, just like Sirius told him. 

*Flashback*

"Sirius."

Harry's godfather looked up from his newspaper. "Yes, Harry. Are you all right?"

Harry nodded slowly. "I just... Sirius, how are we going to even come close to defeating Voldemort? I mean, I've met him practically every year now, and he's still alive. An-and Dumbledore might actually be able to kill him, but he hasn't."

Sirius set down his newspaper and sighed. "Harry, just because we haven't defeated him yet, doesn't mean we never will. Success takes time, unfortunately."

"I get that, but... Voldemort..." Harry struggled to get his thoughts into a comprehensible sentence. "Voldemort seems invincible. He keeps coming back. We all thought he died the night he killed my parents, and then we thought he was gone the year we destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, and then, again and again, we seem to succeed, but he comes right back. How are we supposed to defeat something invincible?"

Sirius thought for a moment, regarding Harry with his dark eyes.

"No one is invincible Harry. Not Dumbledore, not the Death Eaters, and certainly not Voldemort. And I know for a fact that he will lose. Do you know why?"

Harry thought for a moment. Why would Sirius be so sure that Voldemort is going to lose? 

"We have Dumbledore."

Sirius smiled grimly.

"No, Harry. Dumbledore will help us, for sure, but that's not what I meant." Sirius looked straight at his god-son with a rare smile. "We, have something worth fighting for. Voldemort doesn't. He is fighting for power, which is just a word, an idea. It isn't a tangible thing. But you know what is tangible? You. Me. Your friends. Their family. People who we will fight for. That's why Voldemort will lose, Harry. He has no one to fight for, and we do."

*End flashback*

Harry startled as a rough hand clasped his shoulder. He whipped his head to the side, coming face to face with Mad-Eye. A relieved breath escaped his lips. It was only Mad-Eye. Not a Death Eater. He was fine.

The former-Auror looked him over, then nodded to himself and pointed to the black dog walking over to a secluded area.

"Make a quick good-bye, don't want him seen." Mad-Eye Moody told him gruffly. Harry watched as Sirius (or, rather, Padfoot) trotted behind some stained glass.

"Right. Thanks, Moody." Harry said absently, already heading over to his god-father. 

*Kronos' pet time skip*

The platform disappeared around the corner, and Harry sighed. Off to Hogwarts again. 

He found himself hoping this year would be nice and calm, but with the arrival of Will and Nico, he knew it would be anything but that. Lucky him. 

Speaking of Nico and Will, they (read: Will) stumbled down the corridor of the train, looking for an empty compartment, Harry trailing awkwardly behind them. Nico insisted on keeping the two weapons with him, so his creepy black sword and the curved blade were both hanging from his belt. If he was only doing it to look intimidating, Harry thought, it was working. Although, the sight of a cheerful, slightly delirious Will at his side ruined the image a bit.

Nico trudged silently down the hall, glaring at anyone and everyone who looked his way, whereas Will smiled and waved at the wizards and witches, asking everyone their names. Harry just kept his head down, trying to ignore the whispers sent his way, praying he wouldn't bump into anyone he knew. Of course, Harry must have been praying to the wrong being, because just as he spotted an empty compartment, someone he knew claimed it first with a smirk on his weasely face.

Malfoy. 

Harry scowled and murmured to Nico and Will to stop walking.

Malfoy sautered a couple of steps towards him and sneered. "Didn't think you'd come this year, Potter. The whole wizarding world thinks you've lost it."

Harry stepped in front of Nico and Will, glowering at the blond. "Get lost Malfoy."

"You know, Potter, I don't think I will. You see, I've been telling everyone for years that you aren't right in the head, and now people believe me." Malfoy smirked, "I saw your face right on the front cover of the paper a couple of days ago, it's just like when your mum and dad died, everyone knows about it. You must love the publicity, huh Potter?"

Harry clenched his fists, about to reply, but then Nico shoved past him and glared at Malfoy, arms crossed.

"I would advise you to shut up," Nico said menacingly.

"Ooh, has Potter got himself a bodyguard? Scared the Dark Lord is gonna come to get you? Gonna kill you like he did Cedric?" Malfoy taunted. Nico suddenly surged forward and grabbed the front of Malfoy's shirt, with his sword pointed at his neck.

How had he moved so quickly? Are people super fast in the future?

"Tell me," Nico glowered, his face an inch from the other, "Malfoy is it? Do you know what this sword can do to a human?" Draco looked right terrified, eyes wide and everything. He shook his head the tiniest bit, and Nico smiled grimly. "Let's just say that even the tiniest nick can destroy your very essence, got that? Good. Now, if you disrespect the dead ever again, I will not hesitate to use this on you, you hear me?" Nico smirked as Draco nodded and let go of his shirt. "And I'm not anyone's bodyguard. Only wimps have those, sort of like you, huh?" Nico added, gesturing to Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing on either side of Malfoy. Malfoy gulped audibly and rushed away, forgetting all about the empty compartment.

Nico turned around and smiled, eyes glinting, and gestured to the compartment. 

"After you."

Harry stood there stunned for a minute, but quickly shook it off and followed Nico, ignoring the stares from the crowd that gathered. Will trailed in behind him, muttering something in another language.

Harry sighed as he sat down.

If he had any doubts before, Harry was now positive that this year was going to be far from normal.

End Chapter

I did it! I actually wrote something! 

I hope you liked the chapter, and I'm so sorry for making everyone wait for so long.

Hopefully, it was worth it.

Thank you all for sticking with me :)

There should be a chapter out later today to get your opinion on something, but the next real chapter will come in 1-2 weeks.

Bye :)