Title: Unspoken History
Author: Fairdragon3
Disclaimer: I'm fairly new at this, so please be a little nice. I don't own Harry, Draco, or any of the J.R. Rowling series. I do own however my characters, and no I don't get any money, sue if you like too, but I've only got a penny and a pad of paper. Also reviews would be wonderful, good or bad. (thank you KittenofDoom)
Summary: Harry meets three new strangers.
Chapter 1: In the Beginning There was Death
"Harry this is our sixth year at Hogwarts, feels a little bit strange doesn't it?" Hermione said. She was across from him in the train compartment. Ron was on the other side of Harry.
"Yeah, only two more years left." Harry said.
"Well, let's make the best of these two years." Ron said.
"I believe," Hermione started but was interrupted when the compartment door swung open. Three girls stood in the middle of the doorway.
"Oops, sorry!" The girl in the middle said. She had long golden blond hair, dark gray eyes and skin that seemed almost lifeless. She wore a dark green velvet sweater and dark blue flare jeans.
"Well, now where do we go Chelsea?" The one to the right of the middle spoke. She had the same golden blond hair but was shoulder length, her eyes were a midnight blue and her skin was a creamy white. She wore a tide-die shirt and had light blue flare jeans.
Chelsea stated in a soft whisper, "I don't know."
"Would you mind if we sat with you. We're very tired and need to rest." The one to the left of Chelsea spoke. She had raven black hair, her eyes were black and her skin was nicely tan. She wore a pink tank top and flare blue jeans.
"No, not at all!" Harry, said, while motioning Hermione to sit over on his side; and she did just that. Chelsea sat by the window, then the other blond girl followed by the black haired girl.
"Hello, I'm Harry."
"Pleasure," Chelsea shook his hand, "Chelsea."
"Hermione."
"Ron"
"Nikki," the other blond said.
"Jessica." the raven-haired girl said.
Several minutes passed, Chelsea was leaning her back against the window. Nikki slept in Chelsea's lap and Jessica fell asleep, leaning the compartment door. "She must be tired," Ron stated, pointing to Jessica.
"She had a tough night; we all did," Chelsea yawned.
"What did you do?" Harry asked.
"Well, we fought, came to London. Fought some more, talked to Dumbledore and arranged to come here. Then fought once again, and came here."
"Fought? What did you fight?" Hermione questioned.
Chelsea had rolled up her sleeves, revealing several scratches and scares. Harry looked closer and noticed a purple rose on the inside of her wrist. "People of course. Those blasted people want us dead, and I swore that I'd protect these two." She pointed to Jessica and Nikki. "After their parents death, I took them under my wing. I know how they felt. Having it happen." she fell silent.
"Why did you stop?" Hermione asked.
Chelsea had a tear run down her face. "The pain is to much to bare."
"I've lost my parents too," Harry said sadly.
"I know, but yours wasn't all that bad."
Harry was shocked. He was trying to be nice, and she barely knew about him. "I'll have you know they were murdered," he said angrily.
"I did not mean to sound rude, Harry. But they died knowing that they would. Saving you was their last hope. As was mine, but you didn't really know them, you didn't grow up with them. You weren't the reason they died." Chelsea said calmly, her bowed. "He tried to kill me."
"But you weren't the reason."
Harry fell silent, remembering the stories trying to recall everything. "Harry, you were an innocent victim. You weren't his destination. You were just another family member, that needed to be destroyed." She looked up and stared straight into Harry eyes. Harry saw a man standing in some kind of living room; fear was struck on his face. Another man all in black was holding a gun to him. Harry couldn't make out the man's features, besides the leather gloves, black boots, and a black trench coat. The gun fired six times into the other man's chest. Harry then noticed the woman; she looked like uncle Vernon, but was slimmer and prettier. She stood in the doorway between the living room and the small hallway that Harry was standing in. The man rammed a sword straight into her heart; then the black man turned to face Harry. He could see him, but his what was there? His face was a black void, a black spot with a top hat on it. He began to move closer to Harry, but when he walked past him, Harry felt relieved. He turned to see what he went for, then there she was, Chelsea curdled up into a ball, trying to block the starches and thrusts coming from the sword. Harry could hear her small pleas: " Please, go, why me? What did I do to you?" Suddenly the man stopped and turned to Harry and dissolved away. Then Harry saw a pair of dark gray eyes staring at him. He realized he was back in the train compartment, back to the reality. "What happened after?" Harry asked Chelsea and her face looked out the window.
"The woman you see now. After he dissolved the police came and I was taken care of by a man named Mike. I soon became an agent; tracking down that man, not three weeks later did the black man kill Nikki's parents. A month pasted and he killed Jessica's parents, we were only 16."
"What do you have that he wants? Who is HE? What happened Harry?" Hermione busted in.
"The black man, she showed me this memory of hers," he frowned, "you're coming to Hogwarts for protection, aren't you?"
"No Harry! We're going to Hogwarts to protect it. It's only a matter of time before the Great Battle begins once again and Voldemort and the black man will join. Only a matter of time before I take the 6 people away from here."
The train began to slow down and stop. They had reached the platform, and all six of them got out. "Hiya, Harry, Ron, and Mione." Hagrid said.
"Hi Hagrid." All three said at the same time. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Hogwarts business," Chelsea, Nikki and Jessica stood beside him. All four left without a goodbye. On the rest of the way to Hogwarts Harry told Hermione and Ron what happened.
Author: Fairdragon3
Disclaimer: I'm fairly new at this, so please be a little nice. I don't own Harry, Draco, or any of the J.R. Rowling series. I do own however my characters, and no I don't get any money, sue if you like too, but I've only got a penny and a pad of paper. Also reviews would be wonderful, good or bad. (thank you KittenofDoom)
Summary: Harry meets three new strangers.
Chapter 1: In the Beginning There was Death
"Harry this is our sixth year at Hogwarts, feels a little bit strange doesn't it?" Hermione said. She was across from him in the train compartment. Ron was on the other side of Harry.
"Yeah, only two more years left." Harry said.
"Well, let's make the best of these two years." Ron said.
"I believe," Hermione started but was interrupted when the compartment door swung open. Three girls stood in the middle of the doorway.
"Oops, sorry!" The girl in the middle said. She had long golden blond hair, dark gray eyes and skin that seemed almost lifeless. She wore a dark green velvet sweater and dark blue flare jeans.
"Well, now where do we go Chelsea?" The one to the right of the middle spoke. She had the same golden blond hair but was shoulder length, her eyes were a midnight blue and her skin was a creamy white. She wore a tide-die shirt and had light blue flare jeans.
Chelsea stated in a soft whisper, "I don't know."
"Would you mind if we sat with you. We're very tired and need to rest." The one to the left of Chelsea spoke. She had raven black hair, her eyes were black and her skin was nicely tan. She wore a pink tank top and flare blue jeans.
"No, not at all!" Harry, said, while motioning Hermione to sit over on his side; and she did just that. Chelsea sat by the window, then the other blond girl followed by the black haired girl.
"Hello, I'm Harry."
"Pleasure," Chelsea shook his hand, "Chelsea."
"Hermione."
"Ron"
"Nikki," the other blond said.
"Jessica." the raven-haired girl said.
Several minutes passed, Chelsea was leaning her back against the window. Nikki slept in Chelsea's lap and Jessica fell asleep, leaning the compartment door. "She must be tired," Ron stated, pointing to Jessica.
"She had a tough night; we all did," Chelsea yawned.
"What did you do?" Harry asked.
"Well, we fought, came to London. Fought some more, talked to Dumbledore and arranged to come here. Then fought once again, and came here."
"Fought? What did you fight?" Hermione questioned.
Chelsea had rolled up her sleeves, revealing several scratches and scares. Harry looked closer and noticed a purple rose on the inside of her wrist. "People of course. Those blasted people want us dead, and I swore that I'd protect these two." She pointed to Jessica and Nikki. "After their parents death, I took them under my wing. I know how they felt. Having it happen." she fell silent.
"Why did you stop?" Hermione asked.
Chelsea had a tear run down her face. "The pain is to much to bare."
"I've lost my parents too," Harry said sadly.
"I know, but yours wasn't all that bad."
Harry was shocked. He was trying to be nice, and she barely knew about him. "I'll have you know they were murdered," he said angrily.
"I did not mean to sound rude, Harry. But they died knowing that they would. Saving you was their last hope. As was mine, but you didn't really know them, you didn't grow up with them. You weren't the reason they died." Chelsea said calmly, her bowed. "He tried to kill me."
"But you weren't the reason."
Harry fell silent, remembering the stories trying to recall everything. "Harry, you were an innocent victim. You weren't his destination. You were just another family member, that needed to be destroyed." She looked up and stared straight into Harry eyes. Harry saw a man standing in some kind of living room; fear was struck on his face. Another man all in black was holding a gun to him. Harry couldn't make out the man's features, besides the leather gloves, black boots, and a black trench coat. The gun fired six times into the other man's chest. Harry then noticed the woman; she looked like uncle Vernon, but was slimmer and prettier. She stood in the doorway between the living room and the small hallway that Harry was standing in. The man rammed a sword straight into her heart; then the black man turned to face Harry. He could see him, but his what was there? His face was a black void, a black spot with a top hat on it. He began to move closer to Harry, but when he walked past him, Harry felt relieved. He turned to see what he went for, then there she was, Chelsea curdled up into a ball, trying to block the starches and thrusts coming from the sword. Harry could hear her small pleas: " Please, go, why me? What did I do to you?" Suddenly the man stopped and turned to Harry and dissolved away. Then Harry saw a pair of dark gray eyes staring at him. He realized he was back in the train compartment, back to the reality. "What happened after?" Harry asked Chelsea and her face looked out the window.
"The woman you see now. After he dissolved the police came and I was taken care of by a man named Mike. I soon became an agent; tracking down that man, not three weeks later did the black man kill Nikki's parents. A month pasted and he killed Jessica's parents, we were only 16."
"What do you have that he wants? Who is HE? What happened Harry?" Hermione busted in.
"The black man, she showed me this memory of hers," he frowned, "you're coming to Hogwarts for protection, aren't you?"
"No Harry! We're going to Hogwarts to protect it. It's only a matter of time before the Great Battle begins once again and Voldemort and the black man will join. Only a matter of time before I take the 6 people away from here."
The train began to slow down and stop. They had reached the platform, and all six of them got out. "Hiya, Harry, Ron, and Mione." Hagrid said.
"Hi Hagrid." All three said at the same time. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Hogwarts business," Chelsea, Nikki and Jessica stood beside him. All four left without a goodbye. On the rest of the way to Hogwarts Harry told Hermione and Ron what happened.