Hellooo, to everyone out there! You may have read this story on my older account. This will be a repost and a rewrite of that.. you can find the account under Slyfighter2011, I believe is my username.. I made this account at a different time, forgetting about the other that i had as I dont use the email I used when I made that account any longer and such have forgotten the password at least I think.. but either way here is the repost.. Its very much a like to the other.. just probably a bit slower pace.. than the other was.. hopefully.
Just as the sixth year for Harry and the Golden Trio came to the end. Everything just seemed different than it did just a few days ago. Prior to the end of the school year Albus took Harry on a mission to destroy a horcrux. But that wasn't all Harry had learned that evening-Harry learned about Draco Malfoy and why he had acted oddly all semester. Albus also told Harry that he was dying, and besides having been fed the poison that Harry gave him he would live much longer..
Albus also told Harry to promise him that he would protect Severus at any cost.. Why it had all been very vague as to why.. Though now days later everything was still jumbled, but sort of made sense-in some odd way. It was just the last few years played heavily on his mind that caused him to drift in and out of listening to Ron and Hermoine talk.
It was the things between having witnessed Sirus falling into the veil, hunting for the remaining horcruxes, and between having to also protect Severus Snape should he survive the war...Who had just killed Albus Dumbledore.. How was he suppose to do that? The other didn't know the half of it.. Sure they knew about hunting for the other horcruxes, and they weren't planning on returning for their fail year at Hogwarts, but they were going to do what they needed too-to help their friend defeat He-who-mustn't-be-named.
It had been hours of looking out the window and just sort of getting by with one words that Ron and Hermione had caught on that Harry wasn't listening to their actual conversation. "Mate…?" Was what Harry heard that brought his attention around to look at Ron. "Yeah, you were saying?" He said trying to seem like he'd been listening the whole time.. But it was Hermione that spoke next, "What was we saying?" Knowing full and well that Harry wasn't listening to them.. Looking sort of cross that he hadn't been..
"Uh.." Crap.. Harry had been caught, that much was sure. Harry went to open his mouth, but closed it and shrugged as he didn't know. "What's wrong, Harry?" "Nothing Hermione, just have a lot on my mind." Her look of inquiry as she was waiting for him to say what was on his mind.. "Really, Hermione and Ron, I'm fine.." Harry sighed there just was a lot going on and some he couldn't explain to them. At least not about Snape.
Ron spoke next, "You know mate, we're here if you want to talk." Harry gave a nod in acknowledgment. He knew that his best friends were there for him, it just wasn't something he could talk about and explain.. At least not to them as they both thought Severus Snape was a traitor, and it needed to stay that way-well until the time was right. The man had already killed their beloved Headmaster and it wasn't liked they'd listen to reason if he explained that Snape was only following orders by that of Albus Dumbledore, who couldn't say for otherwise. He looked at both his friends, "Really I'm okay, just there a lot going on that I'm trying to wrap my head around.." He gave a reassuring smile and tried to move on from the subject that was presently at hand between them. Harry knew it would probably be the only way he could get them to just lay off of the subject of what was bothering him.
Harry tried had tried to pick up a conversation with Ron about the Canons.. It was mostly idle conversation though.. It had been mostly an easy conversation that passed quickly. Harry was just trying to keep them off his back about what was bothering him.. Though the conversation drifted away from quidditch to other things. During the more idle conversation between the three of them continued.
While the three of them talked about different things and teased Ron about Lavender. All were carrying on like normal teenagers for a while on the train as they were headed home for at least the short while. It was during their conversation that none of them had noticed that dark turn outside had actually taken. It was when they all felt a shift in the compartment of the wind hitting the train. It was relentless, crashing against the train as it was-yet their was no rain coming down.
It was turn Harry turned his head back towards his friends, was when Ron pointed and the color run from both his face and Hermione's too that it worried Harry slightly. It was the word that came from Hermione's mouth almost breathlessly. "Your scar, Harry." Reaching his hand up to touch his scar.. There hadn't been any pain from it, why? But as he pulled his hand back down from it.. There was blood and some also running down his face from the scar.. What was going on?
Just as he thought what he had, Ron pointed out the window. Harry snapped his head around towards the window looking out and just ahead over the tracks there it was. The Death Eater's mark. Hanging just overhead of the tracks ahead..
Just as Harry began to say something about it, the sound of the train came to a screeching halt. It flung Harry over into Ron and Hermione, who were sitting across from him. "Fuck!" He swore as he'd hit his nose between this two friends on their seat. Pinching the bridge of his nose, and squinted as he looked down his nose at them to ask, "Are you two alright?" He sounded oddly but he also noticed his glasses were not in any better shape than before.. As they answered, "We are, are you?" Asking as they were still sort of looking themselves before looking up at Harry. Feeling a bit irritated at them and answering back, "Do I look alright too you?" He said in a huff, as blood gushed from his nose. It had been Hermione that said, "Oh Harry." Before casting a spell to heal his nose before the charm to repair his glasses.
A glimmer in Harry's eye at Hermione, "Thanks 'Mione." As he adjusted the glasses onto his face. The last charm that Hermione had threw him sorta back into a memory of the first time he'd met her, when his glasses had been broke before arriving at Hogwarts in their first year. It was while he was thinking on that memory that made him glad he had friends like her.
"Harry!" Both Ron and Hermione hollered out at him. As he felt his own blood run cold just as a sheer hot pain rain through his scar.. The pain was horrible but he managed to place both his hands of their mouths.. "Shhh, I'm fine." He said hardly above a whisper but a grimace crossed his features.
The three of them could hear the screams of the other students on the train. Harry knew what was happening the death eaters who were on the train were tormenting the other students as they looked for Harry. The screams he knew were more than likely from the unforgivable-Cruciatus Curse. As he could remember this own times from visions and times he'd been under it himself. This was one of the best times to attack him, when they knew he was weeks away from coming of age, and was still considered a wizard underage and unable to perform magic unlike Hermione and Ron-as the both were seventeen.
With the guilt building up in him that was because he was still letting all those others being tortured. Just as the guilt was beginning to get to him, there was a voice he knew all too well. It was Bellatrix LaStrange and instead of guilt now Harry was enraged.. She was the reason his godfather was gone.. Bellatrix had been the one that cast the killing curse that killed him and sent them through the veil. "Where oh where could ickly little Potty be, come ouuut and playyaaa." She sang in her annoying tone of voice.. Which caused Harry to grip his wand tightly in his hand.. Just as he had he remembered the potions that Snape had given to him. Incase of a jam, much like this one.. they were potions much like polyjuice, but wasn't he couldn't remember what Snape had called them.. Harry needed to protect his friends, they were some of the most important people too him. He didn't wish to see them tortured or killed to get to him. Harry knew that these potions at least temporally changed the drinkers appearance how much he didn't know.. "Ah, here you too." He drug them out of his pocket and pushed them towards them as he stood up.
They looked up at him questionably, "Just trust me on this.." Harry knew they were of good quality as Snape had been the one to brew them. "Just drink them, as they are probably gonna save you.." Harry gave a smile. "Harry don't do this, wh-" Hermione said and Ron covered her mouth.. Ron understood what he had to do, if there would be any end of what was going on right now.. "Just drink Hermione." Ron encouraged her.. His own eyes filled with a sadness but he understood watching his friend open the compartment. Before he had, "Remember, I love you both." As he walked out.
As Harry walked out of the room, he could hear Hermione crying.. Harry could understand her pain, but he couldn't be the reason for anyone being killed because Harry didn't want anymore to die because of him. He gave the potions to them because he needed to know they'd be safe.. Ahh, his mind screamed at him too as he was sure Hermione wanted to.. "Just come back to us mate.." Ron said before he closed the door back.. but even Harry knew he couldn't be sure what would happen next.
There it was that shrill voice of Bellatrix, again. It was also then that Harry heard of someone screaming in pain. Which the voice sounded much like Ginny. He walked towards the compartment which he'd found most of that compartment passed out besides Ginny, at least that's what he hoped anyways. Standing in the doorway, "Leave her alone!" He spoke firmly looking at not only Bellatrix but Lucius Malfoy. "Looky here Luce! Look who finally came out to play finally!" Giddily as she could be about it. Lucius spoke, "Now now Bella, we can't kill him sadly. Our Lord wants him alive." Lucius spoke eloquently as ever.
"Well then I can't least make the little potty squeal." Lucius waved her off. "You made our jobs much more easier Potter." Which came from Malfoy. A darkly smirk was playing on the mans lips ever so. It was Ginny that spoke breathlessly as who knew how long she's been under the Cruciatus before hand, "Leave Harry, leave while you still can!" Ginny whimpered out. "I'm not leaving!" He said firmly even if this could possibly be the end for him. He wasn't about to leave Ginny here. "It's me, that they want, it's me they'll get." He gave her a somber look. No more we're gonna suffer because of him, and no more would die because of him.
He was angry, he was upset over enough stuff right now. He grasp his wand tightly in his hand.. "Oh Luce look! Poor wittle Potter! So sad he's lost all his family."She moved him with an evil crazy grin playing on her features. She was riling him up with everything she'd said. It was what the old hag was wanting. "Crucio!" Harry hissed out, but nothing had really came of it.. it didn't have the angry or passion behind it. "Oh oh! You little weakling! Poor wittle Potter can't get angry enough to cast unforgivable!" She mercilessly teased him as she got closer to the boy poking him with her want. "Wanna feel how it's actually done?" She tilted her head looking at Potter, before she cast out "Crucio!" She cackling in laughter as she wanted him wallow in pain. He gritted his teeth very hard trying to endure it, but it wasn't pain someone could very well endure.. Withering in the pain, last thing he remember was Ginny yelling out his name.