Remember, remember the first of November,
The magical treason and plot.
I know of no reason why the magical treason,
should ever be forgot
But what of the man? I know his name was Voldemort and I know, in 1981, he attempted to overthrow the ministry. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the first of November. A man that I will never forget.
Privet drive was abandoned. This late at night, most people were sleeping, or finishing a late night film, but none would look outside, waiting for something interesting to happen, because that never did. This evening however was different.
Slowly Harry stepped out of the shadow of number four, looking at the empty street. He knew it was dangerous to go out this late at night, especially since the ministry enforced a new law:
Every witch or wizard under seventeen years of age is prohibited to leave their residence after ten in the evening.
The ministry made sure this law was enforced, even in a neighbourhood were only one wizard lived. If anyone got caught outside after curfew, they would be expelled from Hogwarts, or worse, brought in to the ministry for a fitting punishment. Hermoine and Ron had warned him several times not to risk it, but he had to. There were people he had to take care of.
His wand was in his hand, he was ready to strike if something were to happen. Soon he left privet drive, choosing the alleyway to get to the forest not far from here. He knew it was dangerous, not only because of the aurors, who could appear every minute, but because who he was going to.
His godfather, Sirius Black, was hiding in the forest. If the ministry found his godfather, or worse, the both of them together, they would be in trouble, and he was pretty sure Dumbledore would not be able to get them out. Yet Harry had to take the risk. Without him Sirius would have to live on rats and other vermin. The food he brought, stolen from the kitchen of the Dursley, was so much better.
And he had to admit, taking a risk such as this one, made him feel alive. Being locked up in this neighbourhood was never pleasant, at least now he had something to look forward to.
He stopped when he heard footsteps. Someone was coming from the other side of the alley. It was to dark to see who it was, but he was pretty sure none of the residents would be out this late at night. So he took two steps back, before turning around and literally waking into the arms of an auror.
"Well well, Mister Potter. What are we doing out, so late at night." The man asked. Harry recognised the auror vaguely. It was Dawlish, a mediocre man, with no special magical talents. Harry could best him, if he wanted to, but the auror had grabbed his wrist, rendering him unable to use his wand.
"I was just going home." He said, without blinking. Never blink when you are lying, it makes you look nervous. Or that was what Sirius had told him.
"It's after curfew Mister Potter, you are not allowed to be outside." Dawlish said, grinning a little. "But I suppose rules and such don't apply to the great Harry Potter."
The footsteps came closer. When Harry turned around slightly to see who it was, he saw Savage, another auror. He was in trouble now. Even if he was able to use his wand, it would be hard to defeat two aurors on his own, he was after all only sixteen years old.
"I told you, I was just going home. I lost track of time." He tried to loosen the grip on his wrist. "If you let me go, I swear it will never happen again."
Well, that was a lie. There was no way he would leave Sirius to starve. And who knew what the man would do without any company? But lying was his only way out of this mess.
"Oh, I don't think so." Savage said. "You have broken enough rules, without receiving a proper punishment. Tell you what, we can do it right here and right now and no one will ever have to know about this."
Harry's heart stopped for a second. This was not good. At the ministry the punishments were supervised. It was some sort of detention, from what he had gathered, but this was something totally different. They could hurt him, mutilate him, and no one would ever know what had happened.
"let me go." He said again, still not panicking. If he panicked, everything would go down the drains. He dropped the bag with food, freeing his wrist out of the steel grip of the auror, only to be captured by Savage. Harry could barely breath, the second auror had grabbed him by his throat, cutting of his airways. He struggled to get free, dropping his wand in the process
"I believe the boy said to let him go." A soft hiss came. "If someone asks nicely, you should comply."
Bot the aurors and Harry looked up. A man, covered in a black cloak and a white mask stood behind them. A long wand was held by gloved hands.
"This none of your business." Dawlish said.
"Oh but I believe it is." The masked man said softly. "I can not watch how you harass this boy, without doing anything about it."
"You're interfering with the law." Savage continued. "If you don't leave now, we will have to take you in."
"I do not think so." The stranger said. With a wave from the man's wand, Dawlish was swept into the air and knocked against the stone wall. That was the moment Savage let go of Harry's throat. He fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Someone screamed. Then a green flash followed. A flash, that was so familiar to him. The screaming stopped and a body landed in front of Harry. Savage stared at him, with empty eyes. Death had taken him.
"Are you al right?" The masked man held a hand out to him.
"I believe so." He answered softly, still feeling the ache in his throat. Then he excepted the hand, getting up from the dirty street. "Who are you?" Harry asked, looking at the mask properly for the first time. He had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember were. It was white and formed like a skull, which made it eerie.
"You want to know who I am? How ironic." The man said, before bowing his head slightly. "You may call me V."
"V?" That wasn't much of a name, but it would have to do. He could ask more about this person later, perhaps Sirius knew 'V'. "I'm Harry Potter."
"Ofcourse you are." V said.
"What does that mean?" Harry picked up his wand, clutching it into his hand. He didn't trust this man.
"That I do not believe in coincidence." The man answered. "I believe it was fate that we met. You and I are connected Harry Potter, you just do not realise it yet."
Fate? The only fate he had, was being killed by Voldemort. Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy. There was no way he would be able to kill anyone, not even the murderer of his parents. This was no fate, this was his good luck, saving him at the last minute yet again.
"Why are you here?"
"I assure you, I mean you no harm." V answered. "I was merely travelling through. You see, I was on my way to a party, I am the guest of honour. Would you like to join me?"
"Uhm..." He looked at the bag of food, which he had to drop of at Sirius. He was pretty sure his godfather was worried already. After all he had never been this late. "I really shouldn't, I'm in enough trouble as it is."
"I will bring you safely home and make sure you friend gets his meal." Once again the man offered him his hand. "I assure you that you will love it."
Only moments later Harry and the mysterious man, called V, found themselves in the ministry of magic, hidden behind a painting of the minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
"Do you see this?" V asked. "This is were the breakers of the new law serve there punishment."
They could look straight through the portrait, thanks to a handy spell. Harry saw twenty or thirty children, most of them younger then he was, some the same age, sitting at as many desk, writing with e blood-red quill, he had seen before. It was the same quill Umbridge had given him last year.
Speaking of the devil, the pink-clothed toad was walking in front of the desks, inspecting the children's hands. He could almost feel the pain in his own hand again. The white words were slightly visible in the dark hide-out they were occupying.
"How is this a party." Harry asked, feeling the anger rise, it was boiling under the surface. That old toad was always able to crawl underneath his skin.
"Ah, watch and learn." V waved with his wand again. The feathers in the hands of the students exploded, the parchments flew into the air, catching fire all at once. All of the children got up, some screaming, others cheering.
Then the cabinets at the front exploded, covering Umbridge in ink and feathers. Harry watched, with amusement in his eyes. It was clear that this 'V' was against the new law as well, perhaps against the whole new policy of the ministry. He loved it.
"This is amazing." He said, looking at V, or the spot were V had been a moment ago. The man had left the hide-out, now walking through the room, passed the children, towards Umbridge. She screamed when she saw him.
Harry went after V, stopping abruptly in the middle of the room, when he saw how the masked man turned Umbridge into a toad, before letting her explode as well. V had just killed someone. No, not just. The two aurors earlier this night, were dead as well. He knew what that green flash had meant.
He stared at the man, unable to move, even when V came toward him. Soon they were face to face again. "You killed her." He said softly, not believing his eyes. "You're him, aren't you? You're Voldemort."
"I am not who you think I am." Was all the man said. "Now let me take you home, like I promised."
I don't know what this is, really. i just watched V for Vendetta. While watching I thought, this would be fun. It's just a try^^