Harry Potter and the Angel of Justice Back and Front Cover Art Please note that this is a Fanfic. JK Rowling did not write this and had nothing to do with it. I wrote this simply as a tribute to a great writer who has given me endless hours of joy. The plot of the story is now finished and all contained in this document. There is still lots of editing to do so please try to ignore the grammatical mistakes and wordy bits. Any comments are very welcome and I ask that you to let me know that you actually read me story. Page 1 Please also note that this document is getting out of date. Http://hpbook6.freewebpage.org will always have the newest version. To send comments, corrections or suggestions send email to [email protected] or send a message to me on yahoo messenger ( userid is harry_potter_AOJ ). I upload the changes to the free hosting site http://hpbook6.freewebpage.org/Chapters/PDF , you can also check eDonkey, Ares or Shareaza for new versions. I hope you forgive my horrible writing skills, Nyarlathotep Page 2 Harry Potter and the Angel of Justice A fan fiction by Nyarlathotep. Page 3 Table of Contents Chapter One – When Harry Met Mars Chapter Two – Dudley's Surprise Chapter Three – Holiday with the Weasleys Chapter Four – Jo Anne Lennon Chapter Five – OWL Results Chapter Six – Sumerian Wizards Duel Chapter Seven – Mars and the Order Chapter Eight – Percy Persecuted Chapter Nine – Going to the Chapel Chapter Ten – The Hogwarts Express Chapter Eleven – The New Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher Chapter Twelve – A New Kind of Assignment Chapter Thirteen – Old Friends Chapter Fourteen – Old Hatreds Chapter Fifteen – The Spy Who Loathed Me Chapter Sixteen – The Dark Arts Chapter Seventeen – Hermione's Very Bad Week Chapter Eighteen – The Beetle Strikes Back Chapter Nineteen – Seeds of Conflict Chapter Twenty – Failure of the Firebolt Chapter Twenty-One – Prepare for the Worst Page 4 Harry Potter and the Angel of Justice Chapter Twenty-Two – The Best Christmas Ever Chapter Twenty-Three – A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter Twenty-Four – Point of View Chapter Twenty-Five – Paved With Good Intentions Chapter Twenty-Six – First Casualty of War Chapter Twenty-Seven – Dumbledore's Defeat Chapter Twenty-Eight – Tests and Unrest Chapter Twenty-Nine – Two Fronts of the War Chapter Thirty – Battle for Hogwarts Castle Chapter Thirty-One – Pyrrhic Victory Chapter Thirty-Two – Upon the Deaths of Great Wizards Chapter Thirty-Three – Aftermath Epilogue Page 5 Chapter One – When Harry Met Mars During the summer holidays the mornings were Harry's favorite part of the day. One reason was that his relatives almost always slept later than him so the house on Four Privet Drive was peaceful. Another was that his mail, which came via owl post, usually arrived in the mornings and his best friend Ron Weasley had written him the last two days. Lastly, the heat wave and drought that started last summer had not ended so the mornings were the only nice time of the day. It is not normal for fifteen-year-old boys in Little Whinging to enjoy getting up early. It is even less normal for them to get their friend's letters via owl post. But when your name is Harry Potter, very few things about you are normal. Harry Potter, you see, is a wizard. But even for a wizard, Harry was hardly normal. Most fifteen-year-old wizard Page 6 Harry Potter and the Angel of Justice boys had not fought off Voldemort, the greatest dark sorcerer in over a century, even once, much less the four times that Harry had. Most fifteen-year-old wizard boys were not world-famous like Harry; and none of them, as far as Harry knew, had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt like he did. It was a mark Voldemort gave him at their first meeting and it was equally famous. Harry had been on summer holiday for three days and he was not enjoying it. This too made Harry different from most fifteen-year-olds. He much preferred school to being on holiday. This is because he lived with his muggle relatives. Muggles were people who had no magical talent at all, and his Uncle Vernon had to be about the most muggily muggle in the world. He had gone to live with his relatives when he was just a baby because Voldemort had murdered his parents and these muggles were his only living relatives. The Dursleys—Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley—didn't look like relatives of Harry. While Harry was small and a bit skinny, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were both large and barrel chested. Neither had much of a neck. His Aunt Petunia, however, had a very long neck. In fact she was horse-faced and, unlike her son and husband, very thin and bony. Normally they were quite mean to him, or on better days they pretended that he didn't exist. Since he had been home this summer, however, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been formally polite and his normally bullying cousin Dudley had been downright friendly. Harry was not sure if he liked this change or not. He knew they were only acting this way because Mad-Eye Moody had threatened them. Moody was a retired auror with a spooky magical eye and a reputation for jinxing anything that moved so threats from him were generally taken seriously. It was nice to eat dinner without being insulted or watch the news without being stared at, but every moment with his aunt and uncle felt tense. Every minute spent with a friendly Dudley felt surreal. Harry was sure if Page 7 he spent the whole summer on Privet Drive he would be insane before his started his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts was the best magic school in the world and Harry had enjoyed the greatest times of his life there. But many parts of his fifth year at Hogwarts had not been so great. His headmaster Dumbledore—the greatest wizard of modern times, whom Harry had always trusted more than anyone—kept him in the dark for virtually the whole school year. Harry had been frustrated and angry most of the time. Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix was largely filled with Harry's favorite witches and wizards in the world, but Harry felt that the way they had dealt with him had been patronizing. The order was dedicated to thwarting Voldemort's return to power. They would not even have known of his return had it not been for Harry, and yet he was still banned from its membership and its meetings. Then, once school had actually started, the Ministry of Magic took it over, Dumbledore had fled and was wanted by the Ministry, and the new headmistress was so horrible to Harry that she had actually became Harry's least favorite person at Hogwarts – incredibly passing Professor Snape, the potions master. She had tortured him, forbidden him his favorite activities (among them a life ban on playing Quidditch), drove off his favorite teacher Hagrid, and made Hogwarts simply a dreadful place to be. But all of those lousy things paled in comparison to seeing his godfather Sirius Black murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry Potter had few things in common with most fifteen-year-old boys, but at this moment there was something that made him brothers with boys all across the globe. "GIRLS!" Harry exclaimed. "Do they ever make up their minds? Do they act this way just to drive us mad?" Harry had received his mail, but he didn't get just his normal regimen of the Daily Prophet, the most popular newspaper in Wizarding Britain, and a scrawled note from Ron Page 8 Harry Potter and the Angel of Justice talking about quidditch strategy. This morning he got a letter from Cho Chang. She was the only girl he had ever kissed. Until their last row Harry's insides had done flips every time he had seen her. However, her constant dwelling on her previous boyfriend's death had really gotten him down. She cried no matter what he said or did. How are you supposed to deal with that? Hermione thought he had been insensitive, but Harry thought differently. He thought girls were simply insane. Better yet, they were trying to drive him insane. Cho's letter was further proof of his theory. Dear Harry, I am writing to express my deepest sympathies for the passing of your godfather. You have suffered through so much in your life. It is simply not fair for this to have happened to you. I did not realize how much stress you were under last year and I just want to take this opportunity to apologize for making it worse. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. Please write to me and tell me how you feel. I already miss you dreadfully. X0X0X Love from Cho "I miss you dreadfully?" Harry mulled. “Is that why you were going out with Michael Corner just last week? Is that why you didn't look at me the last month we were in school?” Thirty minutes ago Cho was the furthest thought from Harry's mind. Now she haunted him again. Maybe she really didn't know how stressed he was. But that would be pretty thick, Harry thought. Hadn't she seen what Umbridge put him through? Did she care? Well, the letter said she did. "Girls!" muttered Harry again. His thoughts had now gone full circle. Page 9 “I'll show this to Hermione and see if she can make sense of it,” said Harry as he turned to Hedwig, his beautiful snowy owl. “Girls obviously speak in some language only they can understand. It'd be a lot easier for everyone if they just used English, you know!” Harry added with a raised voice. Hedwig did not answer him—which was probably for the best, because Harry's mood was quite sour. The mornings were normally when Harry was at his happiest, so it was a bad omen to be so mad this early. Thinking it would be best just to stay in his room all day, Harry decided to skip breakfast and brood instead. At first he was depressed because his foolhardiness had lead to Sirius Black's death. After an hour of silent tears for Sirius, his thoughts turned to the cheery subject of Voldemort's return. The war that he had expected would start last year surely must be in its first stages now. Harry figured it would begin with disappearances and then maybe muggle killings, ending with assaults on the Ministry itself—maybe even Hogwarts. Normally a school would not seem of any military value, but Hogwarts was considered the safest place in Britain during the last war and people always said that Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort really feared. These two things made Harry feel Voldemort would make Hogwarts his ultimate prize, because its symbolic value would be enormous. Harry knew he was safe in the Dursley's house. Dumbledore had fashioned a protective ward based on the protection his mother had given him as a baby. His mother had sacrificed her life, using some very old magic, to keep him alive when Voldemort attacked Harry when he was only a year old. His Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister, and Petunia's blood relation to his mother allowed Dumbledore to fashion the ward. As long as Harry could call this blood relation's home his own, Harry was protected from Voldemort while he was there. Being trapped but safe seemed worse than being at risk and doing something useful in the fight against Voldemort. Sirius must have felt this way Page 10