Hello! This is a new story (obviously) that I hope you guys will like. I'm not discontinuing any other stories (the one other on my profile) but this story will be here. I haven't had a consistent posting schedule but that might change now that school is over. Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, only the plot in this story and any characters I might create. J.K. Rowling is the true Master of the Hallows. I am such a nerd. Anyway, here is the first chapter of Lectum!
We were beginning to rebuild from the war, to heal from the war. Voldemort couldn't hurt us now, and so we had to start rebuilding. There were still a couple death eaters that insisted they were imperiused or threatened, but they were quickly being taken down under veritaserum. Most families were holding funerals for their children, parent, or sibling. Or maybe that number was plural. But nevertheless, the world goes on, and people have to as well. So, one might ask, where was the famed Harry Potter? Where was he now that the war was over? He was sitting somewhere in the Forbidden Forest. One might ask why, but Harry is indeed mysterious in ways you can't imagine, and we might never know why. But in this case, I think we do. Harry knew he was going to be left behind. Not by the wizarding world- by his friends, the people he had considered family. It was happening already. Molly Weasley no longer hugged him or made him eat. Arthur didn't ask him about muggle things. Ginny was constantly flirting with Neville Longbottom, and Percy still thought he was too good to talk to him. Hermione and Ron were infatuated and glared at him whenever he tagged along with them. George was the only one who still seemed to love him. Whenever he would walk into the Weasley household, George would come over and sling an arm on him. It was only because of that that Molly had let Harry in anymore. George was one of her babies, and she would do anything to make his grieving easier. But Harry knew it was time to go. He had tried to hard to be what they wanted him to be- he had killed for them he tried so hard! But now.. He knew they didn't want him. He wondered if they ever really wanted him. He had been researching. He was going to go somewhere where people cared for him... If his calculations were correct. They had to be. They just had to.
A couple hours later, Harry sat in the center of a chalk-drawn circle chanting. Some might call it odd, but Harry was ready to give a chance to anything if he could get out of here. He had sent George a message apologizing and wishing him the best, but had sent no one else anything. George had been the only one who still cared about him, but the others didn't, so why send them anything? Harry continued chanting until finally, he was done. He threw a phoenix feather, unicorn tail hairs, and a basilisk's fang down to the ground in front of him. And with a flash he was gone.