Disclaimer: Ok I own none of this that you recognise, it's all J.K
Rowlings, I just got bored, and wanted to have some fun.
Chapter 1
The muggle world had found out about wizards. It was during the take- over of Voldemort, but when Voldemort had died the muggles had put tabs on all witches and wizards.
Well everyone thought Voldemort was dead. The truth was he wasn't. He had just done a spell that meant that it had looked like he had died. Of course he had got the idea from Wormtail who had perished.
Many Death Eaters were at large using underground societies to get Voldemort even more powerful than before. Few were trying to stop him. But now every wizard had a identity tab tattooed onto his or her forearm. Including Harry. The problem was, was that muggles were too judgmental. They thought that because magic was used, they wizards must be evil. Harry didn't entirely blame them, after what they saw Voldemort and his followers do…
During the take-over, Voldemort had almost driven wizards to extinction. He had a 'join me, or die' approach to things. Many had joined, including Ron. Many however had refused to join the ways of evil and had stood their ground. Those had been murdered. Like Hermione. Harry wouldn't forget her "Never!" before she had been killed, in a hurry.
The few good wizards that remained had all grouped together, and most became Aurors. Like Harry. Only a handful of them were still around, they were trying to figure out why Voldemort had faked his death. It hadn't taken long to suss out. Harry.
If Voldemort could get his scaly hands on Harry than he would have total control. Nothing would be able to stop him. No force on earth would be able to kill him.
Twenty-four years before hand when Harry was a baby, Voldemort had tried and failed to kill the boy, Voldemort hadn't needed the immortality that Harry somehow carried. Voldemort was already immortal. He had wanted Harry out of the way. To kill the threat.
But when Voldemort had risen again thirteen years afterwards that was no longer the case. When Harry had escaped the Dark Lords clutches once again Voldemort realised what he could use Harry for.
Voldemort wasn't stupid. He purposely made it look like he was dead, so he could get Harry when he wasn't prepared.
What Voldemort didn't know was that Harry knew that the evil bugger was still alive. When Voldemort had regained power Harry had felt different. Like somehow connected to someone. Connected to Voldemort. When Voldemort had supposedly died, that feeling was still there.
~~x~~
Harry fell against the tree stumped, his hand on his side, where he'd shot by an extremely stupid Death Eater.
"When did you start using such primitive things such as guns?" Harry called "Muggles use them."
"When we realised that they are much more painful." The Death Eater sounded familiar somehow, though Harry couldn't put a name to that voice.
"Fair enough" Harry muttered.
The Death Eater advanced getting ready for the kill. Harry stared him straight in the eye. He heard him reload the gun.
"Goyle!" yelled another familiar voice. Of course it was Goyle, well, that explained why he had shot Harry. "What the Hell do you think you're doing. Have you any idea who that is?"
"Err…no"
"That's potter you imbecile!" Then in a whisper "He's meant to stay alive until…"
"And a hello to you too Draco." Harry said weakly. His side was very painful, and he was almost blacking out because of it.
Draco Malfoy however ignored him and went to examine Harry's wounds "He'll live. Lucky you've used a gun. Makes it look like a gang, if anyone suspects that is…"
Harry heard running footsteps, and Harry just sat there groaning in pain. Then he heard a gasp, as a girl with long red hair ran forward,
"Don't worry, it'll be ok. My mum's a doctor I live just there." She said calmly. "It'll be alright, hold on."
~~x~~
Eliza Richards lifted the boy up. He was surprisingly light, she dragged him practically to her door and rang frantically on the doorbell.
The boy was loosing consciousness rapidly he was muttering incoherently. There was blood everywhere it was dripping. He'd been shot. A wizard probably did this to him.
Her mother opened the door in a dressing gown very drowsy looking "Oh my god he's been shot."
"Help him" Eliza groaned under the dead weight of th boy. She and her mother carried him in a dragged him to the spare bedroom and onto the bed. "We have to stop the bleeding," Mrs Richards said. "Eliza put pressure on the room, take his shirt off as well, I'll go and get my medical bag"
So Eliza did just that. Trying to take of your own shirt with one hand is hard enough let alone someone else's. Finally she had done it, she saw that the boy had a tattoo on his chest of a small ouroboros sign. 'Wonder what that could mean.' He also had another what she though was a tattoo on his left forearm but it wasn't. It was a tab. This boy, was a wizard. Quite a handsome wizard, his hair was black and slightly messy, and he wore glasses.
Eliza just stared at the tattoo. Her mother walked back in. Pointed to the sign. "What are we going to do?"
Eliza inspected the boy again. He had completely lost consciousness now, and he groaned slightly.
"Give him a chance, every one deserves a chance to live."
~~x~~
Harry woke up with a massive pain in his aide. He cursed slightly under his breath, trying to get the world into focus. Some one had taken his glasses off.
"On the table," a voice said.
Harry groped for then, when he found them he put the on. Standing in front of him was the redheaded girl who'd helped him. She had his wand.
Even though he felt extremely vulnerable without it he thought it for the best.
"Good call" He muttered.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"Good call, about the wand. But I wouldn't hurt you."
"The girl scanned him over, and smiled slightly and sadly. "I'm Eliza Richards by the way."
Harry smiled and said "Hi"
"Err, and you would be?" She asked.
Harry stammered slightly. He wasn't used to this, everyone knew who he was. Every witch and wizard anyway.
"Um sorry. I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
Eliza raised an eyebrow at him, she didn't trust him .
"you don't know who I am." He said. "I'm just so used for people knowing who I am. You see I'm famous in the wizarding world."
She didn't ask him what for she just scanned him again. Harry looked down and realised he had no shirt on "God, why does no one ever tell me it's topless night?"
Chapter 1
The muggle world had found out about wizards. It was during the take- over of Voldemort, but when Voldemort had died the muggles had put tabs on all witches and wizards.
Well everyone thought Voldemort was dead. The truth was he wasn't. He had just done a spell that meant that it had looked like he had died. Of course he had got the idea from Wormtail who had perished.
Many Death Eaters were at large using underground societies to get Voldemort even more powerful than before. Few were trying to stop him. But now every wizard had a identity tab tattooed onto his or her forearm. Including Harry. The problem was, was that muggles were too judgmental. They thought that because magic was used, they wizards must be evil. Harry didn't entirely blame them, after what they saw Voldemort and his followers do…
During the take-over, Voldemort had almost driven wizards to extinction. He had a 'join me, or die' approach to things. Many had joined, including Ron. Many however had refused to join the ways of evil and had stood their ground. Those had been murdered. Like Hermione. Harry wouldn't forget her "Never!" before she had been killed, in a hurry.
The few good wizards that remained had all grouped together, and most became Aurors. Like Harry. Only a handful of them were still around, they were trying to figure out why Voldemort had faked his death. It hadn't taken long to suss out. Harry.
If Voldemort could get his scaly hands on Harry than he would have total control. Nothing would be able to stop him. No force on earth would be able to kill him.
Twenty-four years before hand when Harry was a baby, Voldemort had tried and failed to kill the boy, Voldemort hadn't needed the immortality that Harry somehow carried. Voldemort was already immortal. He had wanted Harry out of the way. To kill the threat.
But when Voldemort had risen again thirteen years afterwards that was no longer the case. When Harry had escaped the Dark Lords clutches once again Voldemort realised what he could use Harry for.
Voldemort wasn't stupid. He purposely made it look like he was dead, so he could get Harry when he wasn't prepared.
What Voldemort didn't know was that Harry knew that the evil bugger was still alive. When Voldemort had regained power Harry had felt different. Like somehow connected to someone. Connected to Voldemort. When Voldemort had supposedly died, that feeling was still there.
~~x~~
Harry fell against the tree stumped, his hand on his side, where he'd shot by an extremely stupid Death Eater.
"When did you start using such primitive things such as guns?" Harry called "Muggles use them."
"When we realised that they are much more painful." The Death Eater sounded familiar somehow, though Harry couldn't put a name to that voice.
"Fair enough" Harry muttered.
The Death Eater advanced getting ready for the kill. Harry stared him straight in the eye. He heard him reload the gun.
"Goyle!" yelled another familiar voice. Of course it was Goyle, well, that explained why he had shot Harry. "What the Hell do you think you're doing. Have you any idea who that is?"
"Err…no"
"That's potter you imbecile!" Then in a whisper "He's meant to stay alive until…"
"And a hello to you too Draco." Harry said weakly. His side was very painful, and he was almost blacking out because of it.
Draco Malfoy however ignored him and went to examine Harry's wounds "He'll live. Lucky you've used a gun. Makes it look like a gang, if anyone suspects that is…"
Harry heard running footsteps, and Harry just sat there groaning in pain. Then he heard a gasp, as a girl with long red hair ran forward,
"Don't worry, it'll be ok. My mum's a doctor I live just there." She said calmly. "It'll be alright, hold on."
~~x~~
Eliza Richards lifted the boy up. He was surprisingly light, she dragged him practically to her door and rang frantically on the doorbell.
The boy was loosing consciousness rapidly he was muttering incoherently. There was blood everywhere it was dripping. He'd been shot. A wizard probably did this to him.
Her mother opened the door in a dressing gown very drowsy looking "Oh my god he's been shot."
"Help him" Eliza groaned under the dead weight of th boy. She and her mother carried him in a dragged him to the spare bedroom and onto the bed. "We have to stop the bleeding," Mrs Richards said. "Eliza put pressure on the room, take his shirt off as well, I'll go and get my medical bag"
So Eliza did just that. Trying to take of your own shirt with one hand is hard enough let alone someone else's. Finally she had done it, she saw that the boy had a tattoo on his chest of a small ouroboros sign. 'Wonder what that could mean.' He also had another what she though was a tattoo on his left forearm but it wasn't. It was a tab. This boy, was a wizard. Quite a handsome wizard, his hair was black and slightly messy, and he wore glasses.
Eliza just stared at the tattoo. Her mother walked back in. Pointed to the sign. "What are we going to do?"
Eliza inspected the boy again. He had completely lost consciousness now, and he groaned slightly.
"Give him a chance, every one deserves a chance to live."
~~x~~
Harry woke up with a massive pain in his aide. He cursed slightly under his breath, trying to get the world into focus. Some one had taken his glasses off.
"On the table," a voice said.
Harry groped for then, when he found them he put the on. Standing in front of him was the redheaded girl who'd helped him. She had his wand.
Even though he felt extremely vulnerable without it he thought it for the best.
"Good call" He muttered.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"Good call, about the wand. But I wouldn't hurt you."
"The girl scanned him over, and smiled slightly and sadly. "I'm Eliza Richards by the way."
Harry smiled and said "Hi"
"Err, and you would be?" She asked.
Harry stammered slightly. He wasn't used to this, everyone knew who he was. Every witch and wizard anyway.
"Um sorry. I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
Eliza raised an eyebrow at him, she didn't trust him .
"you don't know who I am." He said. "I'm just so used for people knowing who I am. You see I'm famous in the wizarding world."
She didn't ask him what for she just scanned him again. Harry looked down and realised he had no shirt on "God, why does no one ever tell me it's topless night?"