Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 5: Eyes Opened

The sun rose filling the rooms of the old house with light. Before blood had been spilled, the light was refreshing and brought hope into the house each morning, now it only brought forth-another day closer to war, closer to death. Harry and Remus had remained in the basement all night, Harry pushing his body to dangerous limits and Remus filling his brain with battles to come completing the puzzle to victory over such battles.

The door to the basement opened and Harry sat up, drawing his wand while Remus turned in his chair sniffing the air. "Breakfast," the voice belonged to Tonks, and the men relaxed. "I'm tired of living this way. Prepared to fight every time a door opens." With a sigh Remus stood, his bones cracking from old age. Harry smiled softly, " Soon that won't be the case. Once I kill Voldemort, we won't live in fear." With that Harry stood and made his way upstairs. Remus watched him leave. "I hope so. However my fear is that you won't be there to live in such a world."

Harry slowly made his way into the kitchen where Tonks, Ron, and Hermione sat eating breakfast. The aroma of bacon and eggs filled his nostrils with delicious smells. Quietly he grabbed his plate and began his way back up to his room. "Harry." Tonks said not looking up from the newspaper she was reading. "Yes Tonks?" He asked turning back around to address her. "You didn't sleep last night, did you?" She asked taking a bite from her eggs. Ron watched the exchange pilling a large amount of bacon into his mouth. "No." Harry replied simply. "In a hour I'll see you in the training room. Every warrior needs rest before battle. Soon you'll learn that Harry." With a soft smile she took another bite of her eggs. "I'll once again prove that I don't need sleep to be a warrior." Quickly he turned his back and left the kitchen.

Hermione sighed and the repeating ordeal of their breakfast. "Always training. You never give Harry a break." She said pushing away her empty plate. "I try, but Harry refuses. That boy is on a mission, and like his father, he won't stop until it's complete. But I fear this mission he's given himself is slowly wearing his body down. Not making it stronger like he thinks." Tonks replied placing her newspaper on the table. Hermione's face lit with an idea. "Then give him a mission that strengthens his mind and gives his body a rest." Tonks looked at her confused, and before she could ask Hermione answered, " Such as meditation." Tonks smiled, "Your brilliant." Hermione shrugged, "That's what they tell me."

Upstairs Harry quietly ate at his desk, staring at the wall where the notes on the Horcrux's were pinned. His mind flashed to the night Dumbledore died, only it was when he was pouring the liquid down Dumbledore's throat, the very liquid that made him to weak to fight of Snape. The bastard killed him, after everything the headmaster had down for the weasel. The next he would run into him would be the last, for a spell was awaiting Snape from Harry's wand. One of the new ones he learned last night, he would use the one that ripped muscle from bone. Quiet the painful one.

Harry smiled at the thought of Snape withering at his feet, begging for mercy, just as Dumbledore had. To disturbed to eat he pushed away his breakfast having only eaten a few bites. Yes, his was body was ready to shut down, but he had to defeat Tonks once again and prove warriors don't need to sleep all the time. He had a little while to wait before Tonks would come for him so he opened one of the books she had given him last night and began to reread it while he waited.

An hour passed and Harry began to fall asleep, when a knock came at his door. "Ready Harry?" Tonks called. With a groan Harry stood and opened the door, "To once again prove you wrong? Of course." With a smile he made his way pass her and to the training room. He entered the room and made his way to his starting position. Like always the room resembled a form of battle ground that he would likely face Voldemort on. Today, it was the graveyard where Voldemort took his blood and killed Cedric. Painful memories flashed across his eyes as he started next to the headstone he had once hung from. "Ready…1…2…3…Begin."