Here goes nothing!
**Chapter 1**
Harry gasped as he stepped back from the pensieve, breathing heavily and mind racing. He had just watched Snape's memories; just found out that he would have to die in a few short moments. He sat on the steps of the Headmaster's office and tried to compose himself. Harry noticed his shaking hands and thumping heart as he thought of his fate. All this time, Dumbledore had just been raising him to die? He couldn't do it. He… He just couldn't. Harry tried hard to try to convince his legs to take him toward the Dark Forest but it simply couldn't be done. He thought of Voldemort and all he had done, the pure evil that was inside of him. After all this, Harry had been protecting him from death. How could he not even know?
Harry sat for a few moments more, trying to think coherently. His mind was cluttered with anger towards Dumbledore, shame at his own cowardice, and guilt for not being able to save the people that he loved. The power was in his hands but he couldn't complete the task he had worked at for so long. Taking a deep breath, Harry stood up, ready to flee the place that he had called home and the people that had become his family.
He quietly stepped down the stairs to leave the familiar office, about to make his escape when he was startled by one of his best friends standing there. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'd hoped you were up there!"
"Hermione," he sidestepped her in the hallway. "Um, what are you doing here?" Harry watched her cautiously, trying to figure out a way to distract her.
Something changed in the girl's eyes and she solemnly said, "You're not going through with it are you? You're about to leave." Harry looked shocked. "Dumbledore told me that there would be a task for you that you may not choose to do. In that case, we're supposed to take these." She rifled through the beaded bag that had somehow stuck with them through everything and brought out two small tubes of potion. She looked warily at them. "I don't know what they are but Dumbledore said this would help change things for you."
Harry grabbed one and examined the purple potion inside. Was this just another way to kill him? And why was Hermione involved? Harry sighed and decided that he really had nothing to lose. He rose his glass toward Hermione and she nervously did the same. In a moment, they both gulped down the potion. They were gone.
A group of fighters walked down that same hallway a few moments later, never to realize the only person able to protect them from death had left this spot just seconds before.
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In a flash, two figures appeared on a street of a dark town. They looked confused and out of place until terror washed over them as alarms rang and men shouted something about intruders. The two looked at each other and ran for dear life down the deserted street now filling up with men in masks and cloaks. Before they knew what was happening, the couple was pulled into a house along the edge of the road. Kicking and flailing their arms, the two were hushed into silence before each party was able to get a good look at each other.
"What are you getting at, wearing those cloths and being outside after dark? I would have left you if I wasn't so fed up with the constant bragging about how many people they terminated last night." A young woman in her mid-twenties commented as they just looked at her with clouded eyes.
"Where are we?" The girl lying on the floor asked. "And who are you?"
"I should be the one asking the questions. This is my house, after all. Shabby but it's my own. Now, who are you two?"
"I-" The teens on the floor both looked perplexed. "I don't know." The boy said and the girl followed suit.
"Come now," The woman rolled her eyes. "I won't turn you in. Who are you?"
"I can't remember anything before being in that street. How strange." The girl turned toward the boy. "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't recall anything before the street, as well. What's going on?" He turned toward the owner of the house.
"How the hell should I know? I'll get you some tea and you do some thinking." She looked as if she was starting to regret saving them.
A few minutes later, the three young adults were sitting around a small table in a cramped kitchen with hot cups of tea in front of them. The newcomers took a sip and both blanched in reaction, apparently the tea their taste buds remembered was different. "Well, excuse me," said the older girl as she sipped her own cup. "The quality tea goes to the troops. You're lucky I have any at all with the meager rations they give us."
"The troops?" One of the visitors inquired.
"Yeah, we're fighting the Yanks. The stubborn muggle-lovers won't heed to the Great Lord's will. I don't know why they don't understand that they would be happier that way, putting muggles in their place."
For reasons unknown to them, the guests suddenly felt quite uncomfortable and made no effort at continuing the conversation. The girl just continued talking, "I'm Molly, by the way. Molly Weasley."
"Molly Weasley?" The boy repeated, the name seemed so familiar.
"Yeah, after my Great-great Grandmother or something. But I hope to get my name changed soon, it's so filthy. My ancestors were notorious traitors to the Great Lord. They tried to take him down by killing hundreds of innocent people. It's not something I'm proud of."
The conversation fell into a quiet lull as no one really knew what to say to each other "So," Molly started. "Do either of you remember your names?"
"I've been trying and I'm pretty sure my name starts with an H." The girl replied.
"Mine, too." The boy announced. "Let's see… Herbert, Hagrid, Harvey, Harry. Harry! That sounds right!"
"No!" Molly said sharply. "No one has been named that since… Well, it's a long story. The point is, that cannot be your name. What about Henry?"
"That sounds almost right." Henry pondered. "I guess I have to go by something so Henry it is."
Molly turned toward the unnamed girl. "What about you?"
"Oh, I don't' know! I hate not knowing! I suppose I can go by Harmony. It sounds almost right."
Molly sat back and looked at these strange newcomers. Henry had brown eyes, tanned skin, and a mop of shaggy blonde hair while Harmony had blue eyes, straight dark hair, and pale skin. They couldn't be related. "So, what should I do with you two?" She half muttered to herself as they sat there awkwardly. "Well, I guess there's no use in you disturbing anyone at this late hour. You can sleep in my living room and I'll take you to the Ministry in the morning."
They accepted her hospitality as Harmony slept on the lumpy couch and Henry did the same on the threadbare carpet. Molly apologized for her lack of blankets but the Great Lord only gives one per occupant, with the rationing and all.
All three of them went to bed that night with questions in their minds and the feeling that something big had just been triggered.
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