Secrets From the Past
Rating: R
Girls at Hogwarts are being attacked, Harry is having nightmares, a mysterious new professor who none believe is dangerous, including Harry's friends.
Characters that appear in the books belong to JK Rowling
Author's Note: This is meant to take place in Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts-though I take artistic license to put in characters that maybe should not be there. I am disregarding the Tri-wizard tournament.
Chapter 1 Dreams
Harry was running as fast as he could. He was chasing a light that had come to him in his bedchamber at Hogwarts. He had followed it out of the school and out here to the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly the light grew until Harry had to hold his hand up to his eyes. When he lowered it his eyes widened for there stood his mother. Her face looked sad and she held a baby in her arms.
"Mother?" She did not seem to see him for she was looking about madly. She held the baby in her arms closer and kissed it on the forehead.
"Mother?" Harry yelled. She backed away as another shape came into his line of vision. This shape was dark and hooded. Voldemort.
"No!" Harry screamed as he watched Voldemort kill his mother.
"No!" Harry shouted bolting upright.
"Harry?" a voice said beside him. Harry blinked and felt around for his glasses. As he placed them on his face the blurry face of Ron Weasley came into focus.
"You a'wight Harry?" Harry laid his fingers against his scar which was burning painfully. What a horrible dream! He didn't understand it though. He knew that Voldemort had killed both his parents. He also knew that his mother had sacrificed herself for him, but it had not happened in the forbidden forest. Why was he having this dream now? What could all this mean?
"I'm all right Ron," he told his friend. "It was just a dream." The door to Ron's room opened and a sleepy looking Ginny Weasley entered.
"Everything all right in here?" she asked. "I thought I heard a yell."
"It's all right Ginny," Ron told his sister. "Harry just had a nightmare." Harry felt his face grow red. For some reason, he was rather embarrassed to have Ginny know about him having a nightmare. Ever since saving her life in the Chamber of Secrets he had grown very close to his best friend's sister. Even more so this summer since the Weasley's had invited him to stay with them. Last year at Hogwarts Harry had met Sirius Black, a convicted criminal who had escaped from Azkaban prison. Sirius had been Harry's father's best friend and was Harry's godfather. When Voldemort had killed Harry's parents, Sirius had been thought to be the dark lord's agent. He had also been convicted of the murder of another wizard, Peter Pettigrew, along with seven other Muggles. Harry, along with Ron, and thier friend Hermione had discovered that Sirius had been innocent and that Peter Pettigrew had been the real agent. Peter had faked his own death and framed Sirius. Before they could prove it however, Peter had disappeared and Sirius had been rearrested. Harry and Hermione had helped him to escape and Sirius had been on the run ever since. Harry's heart ached when he remembered that precious moment when Sirius had told him that he could live with him and did not have to go back to his aunt and uncle, the Dursleys. The Dursleys were Harry's only living relatives, and they treated him horribly. Harry had been so happy when he had thought he didn't have to go back. All that had been snatched away and Harry had been forced to return to the Dursleys. But to his good fortune, his stay with them had only been a week. A letter had arrived for him, by way of Errol, the Weasley's ancient owl, inviting him to stay with them for the summer. The Dursley's had been only too happy to get rid of him and so Harry had spent the last three months with his friend's family. Sirius wrote him often. Mr. Weasley questioned him consistently about Muggles while Mrs. Weasley fussed over him as though he were a little lost kitten. Fred and George teased him calling him an Honorary Weasly. But it was Ginny with whom he truly connected. The two of them spent hours just sitting on the back porch talking. Both knew what it was like to feel left out. The youngest of seven children and the only girl, Ginny knew what it felt like to be talked down to, to not feel special. Harry could talk to her in a way that he could talk to no one else, not even Ron or Hermione.
"Well, we'd best get down to breakfast b'fore George and Fred gobble up all the food," Ginny said turning on her heel and marching out of the room. Ron and Harry quickly got out of bed and dressed. Ginny did not exaggerate when she said that. More than once Harry had arrived at the breakfast table to find that Ron's older brother's had left nothing but the crumbs. That was how it was at the Weasley house. Small and cramped with everyone stepping on each other. Ron's bedroom was not much bigger than Harry's cabinet under the Dursley's staircase had been. He and Ron had been sharing the bed and he often woke up with bruises from where Ron's elbows had jabbed him. But it was the happiest summer he'd ever spent. For the first time in his whole life Harry got to feel what it was like to have a real family. Yet, despite how wonderful they all were, they were not his family. He had no family.