A/N ok hi to all. Just to start this out I must do a few things first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (no if I did Harry Potter wouldn't be a kids story) It belongs to JK Rowling. She is a great author and I hope she doesn't sue.
Warnings some sexual descriptions (not sure how vivid), violence, death and murderer, and angst
Pairings Harry/Tonks I haven't decided on the others
Summary: Harry is torn up from what happened at the department of Mysteries. He hasn't spoken to anyone since he was left at Privot Dr.
It will include dark themes but not dark Harry.
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Chapter 1
Crimson Tears
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Drip…Drip…Drip…
The day started with a bleak feel to it and slowly got worse. An aberrant chill swept throughout Surrey by a persuasive wind. Combined with the soaring amount of humidity brought by the exceptionally low cloud formations and it wasn't hard to see why the residents chose to stay inside this summer. The streets were desolate to all but an invisible watch. Her unseen arms wrapped around her chest for warmth, despite the myriad of warming and drying charms she applied. It wasn't enough to keep her warm.
It was hard enough to maneuver around under an invisibility cloak without the wind trying to unearth her. She had to position herself up against a tree to keep for being seen when the wind would remove the cloak from her feet. Today was shaping up to be the worse day since the Department of Mysteries ignominy.
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A gust of wind, threatening to remove her cloak, forced her to sit on the damp grass. She brought her knees up to her chest and cast another drying and warming charm. She could immediately feel their effects start to fade away. Whatever energy was effecting the weather had to be some sort of enchantment. It was the only reason her charms wouldn't work properly.
"How could they do this to me?"
Tonks was still incensed from the Order meeting last night. It wasn't that she didn't want to guard Harry; she just thought she had the right to know why.
The old fool thought differently. He didn't think that anyone should know why. How was he expected to command the army for the light if he started to cast uncertainty in his cohorts.
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She could feel tears start to form under her eyes. Why did Harry have to go to the Department of Mysteries? What was he looking for? Sirius had died that night; and while it wasn't Harry that cast the curse. He did lead Sirius to his death.
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Her vision blurred. She couldn't look straight anymore, as the tears that threatened to fall started to. She started to curse herself again. Harry was a targeted man and no one wanted to tell her why. Dumbledore knew, she could tell, but he would let anyone know why. She wondered briefly if Harry even knew why.
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"What the fuck is that dripping!"?
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She was checking around the garden. It wasn't raining outside and there wasn't source of water. A deafening scream echoed from the smallest bedroom of number four-Privot drive.
Her secrecy forgotten with the dropped invisibility cloak, Tonks was running for the front door.
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The sound increased when she opened the door. It was coming from within the house. She raced up the stairs to find Petunia Dursley standing in the doorway of the smallest bedroom horrorstruck.. Vernon was pounding he way up the stairs behind her. She motioned towards the doorway. Petunia seemed oblivious to her.
"What are you doing in my house freak."
Vernon barely got to finish that sentence before he was hit with a stunning curse. Tonks glanced into the smallest bedroom. She could feel the blood drain from her face.
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Drip…Drip…Drip…
The occupant of the smallest bedroom in number four-Privot drive hadn't left his room since he had been imprisoned there. Memories in his overburdened past filled his thoughts. It was odd to think about. His life seemed less and less real and more like a work of fiction. But even then who would write a kids life this horrible.
He missed Sirius more now than when he had first died. His sleep was haunted with twisted versions of Sirius' death, his parent's death, Cedric's death, and all of his friends' death. When he was awake he could still see Sirius die in front of him. But to make it harder to bare he had the weight of the prophecy on his shoulders.
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Harry could feel the tears start to form when he thought of the words that would stay etched in his head till the day of his death.
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the dark lord knows not… and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live will the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
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Harry could feel the stinging sensation that told him he was crying. He hadn't received one letter during the two weeks he had been here, though he wouldn't have noticed if he had. His trunk was still packed up from school. He hadn't even bothered changing his clothes.
He was even vaguely aware of his aunt bringing him food and water in his room. He barely ate anything at all. She eventually stopped bringing him as much. He didn't care what happened if he didn't eat.
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It was all too much for him. All the pain and anguish, the Prophecy, Dumbledore's lies. It was all too much for him to take. How was he suppose to defeat Voldemort. He had a good fourty years on him to study magic.
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Harry needed a way out. He needed this to just all end. He couldn't sleep anymore because of his dreams. He couldn't stay awake anymore because of his thoughts. He just needed a way out. He would get that way out soon. For now he just needed to write letters to everyone. The needed to understand why he chose to do this.
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Harry pulled out his charms book grade four. He remembered seeing the spell in there during that year but couldn't remember what the incantation was. He flipped through page after page before he found a spell that would have to do. It wasn't the slicing charm, but it would have to do.
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He aimed his wand at his wrist and spoke the incantation.
"Bombardar."
He could feel his flesh being blown from his left wrist. It didn't have the precision of the slicing charm. Instead of the diminutive cut running up his arm, there was a deep gash about two centimeters wide from his elbow to his palm.
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With an intricate struggle, Harry managed to position his wand over his right arm. He spoke the incantation again; blasting an opening into his right forearm. He could feel his head start to throb from the lose of blood. His arms, having lost feeling shortly after the gashes were placed on them, hung at his sides.
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His vision became blurred as the amount of blood lost became apparent. Harry could feel his head start to swim.
Drip…Drip…Drip…
His aunt's screams were the last thing he heard before darkness surmounted him.
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Tonks pushed past petunia and into Harry's bedroom. The room was a mess. Harry's blood had covered his bed and floor beneath him. He was flaccid up against the bed, cataleptic.
She grabbed Harry and moved him to the middle of the floor. His crimson tears discolored her robes. She pointed her wand at his wounds and healed them. Another quick spell told her that he had a pulse albeit weak. He had lost a lot of blood and was suffering from anemia.
She gathered his lifeless body in his arms. He was still quit heavy despite his lack of body mass. She focused on her pad and side along apparated
Harry there.
Tonks appeared in the middle of her bedroom. She placed Harry on her bed and summoned some blood replenishing potion from her cupboards. Opening his mouth with her left hand she pored the potion into it. Using her wand she forced him to swallow it.
She apparated back at number four and grabbed his trunk. It was already packed minus a few things on the desk. She summoned her invisibility cloak from the garden and placed it in his trunk. Shrinking the trunk she placed it into her pocket and apparated to the Orders Headquarters. Albus was there and she needed to talk to him.
"Ms. Tonks, why are you here, what has happened."
She could feel the slight prickling at her oclumency defenses. Deciding it would be easier to just let him see what happened then tell him she lowered her shields.
She could feel him recoil after seeing Harry in the condition that she found him earlier.
"Ms. Tonks I know that you want some answers but right now I need you to go and watch over Harry at your place. It is not safe for him anymore and he can't defend himself."
Tonks looked at him. She could see the look of pleading that he had in his eye. She didn't say anything.
"I will be over at your place in a little while. I will bring a healer with me."
Tonks just nodded her response before she apparated back to her place.
Harry was going to need more than her protection if he was to survive the night.