The Spinning Top
Chapter 1
Inception
Summary: Inspired by the movie Inception. Harry's on the run from Azkaban for a crime he never committed, the only way to get him free is kidnap the minister and plant an Inception in his mind. Seems easy but what happens when his dead wife some how gets in the dream and starts ruining everything? Or is she dead? Basically like Inception, with different twists, am just using the main idea of a dream world. The fics not called Inception as the main object here's the spinning top. H/Hr. All happens after the war.
A/N: In need of a Beta?
Harry's Pov
The spinning top. It falls, its reality. It doesn't fall, your dreaming. Seems simple right? That's what I thought too. I thought it would be easy. It had to fall, you see, means we're back to reality, but what if I didn't want it to? What if I wanted it to spin and never stop? It can't though, if it did I would have failed and took the easy way out. I do not take the easy way out ever, but what if I did? Would I be free?
"Inception? What in Merlin's name is Inception?" Ron looked baffled. He'd never heard of Inception before, so he was confused when he heard he was going to be doing a mission involving it.
"Inception, Ron is were you plant an idea, like a seed, into someone's thoughts subconsciously in their dream." Once Harry said it he just knew what was coming next, and why do we need to perform this Inception thingy?
"And why do we need to perform this inception thingy?" Dam I'm good.
"Because Ron. Inception is my ticket to freedom, and a ticket back to my children. Now are you going to help me with this or not?"
Ron considered the question for a minute. He did really want to help his friend here, but he had to think. Was it really wise to help someone kidnap the Minister of Magic -that someone being an escapist from Azkaban at that? He had Luna now and Ellie to take into consideration. What would she say if it all failed and he was just another criminal being put behind bars? He couldn't do that to any of them, especially with their second child on the way. What would Luna tell their children, "Where's your father? Well he's in prison. For life." He just couldn't imagine the look on his children's faces. But it was Harry that needed him. Harry the one that helped him so many times -he owed him a lot. Harry was also burdened and tore up to much already. Taking him away from his children - the only real family he had left - would only destroy him more. He had to do it. Not only to help Harry but for Hermione too.
"Ok, sure I'll help. But Harry. If it gets to dangerous, I'm going to have to back out. The kids, Harry. You understand -right?"
Harry understood completely. He knew it was going to be hard for Ron, he loved his wife and soon-to-be two children lots, and leaving them to do something as dangerous as this, would make it even harder. Anything involving Azkaban and death made anything harder.
He was grateful though. Not many would help an Azkaban escapist kidnap the Minister of Magic- take on a dangerous mission like inception, plant the idea that it wasn't him, which it wasn't, he was innocent, in the Minister's mind- and show the Ministry who it really was. All of which to help him clear his name and get back to his only meaning of living -Albus and Lea.
"Yes Ron I understand. Thanks for this though, with helping me out. Not many would help someone like me. I appreciate it, a lot."
"Course no bother mate. What are friends for? Your also innocent, I know that for a fact. You would never do anything like what your accused of. You would never do anything to hurt Albus and Lea. You love them to much."
"Yes I know. Unfortunately the Ministry doesn't believe that it wasn't me -there convinced that it was. Anyone that knows me would know that I would never assassinate two head of departments, let alone anyone at that."
Over the last two years Harry had been locked away for the murder of two head of departments, Gilroy Croft, the head of Magical Law Enforcements and Peter Gifston, head of the Department of Mysteries. He never did it though, the person that did got away and the blame placed on him resulting in a life long prison sentence and his children taken away.
He managed to escape when there was a prison attempted break in -to break out some criminal of a sort. That's when he saw his window. The half wits that preformed the break in had flicked some switch or button and all the prison cell doors had opened, that's when he knew it was time to go. He was one of the few that escaped, so many doors opened at once that every sod that was in the place made a dash for it, blocking up every passage. He didn't care -he was free.
The next year that followed was a hard and struggling one. He hadn't seen his children in three years. His son Albus would be nine now and his daughter, Lea seven. He wanted to see them so much, he missed them more than anything. They were the only family he truly had left, he wouldn't give them up, ever -he couldn't.
They reminded him so much of Hermione as well. Lea's bushy, brown hair and her cute freckly nose, and Albus with her brown, chocolate eyes and brains that craved for knowledge.
They used to always ask, "When's mummy coming home?" His reply was always the same, coming out cracked and shaky, "Soon. I promise, soon." He always hated to break that promise. Albus' face used to always fall slightly whenever he asked that question along with his sister, he always knew the answer -she wasn't coming back. He understood why his father lied. His sister was to young to know about death, he was too -though he knew all about it. He just had to look deep into his fathers eyes to understand pain, lose and heartbreak. His mother was dead -like she was since he was five- she was never coming back.
He always had the urge to ask what happened to his mum, but his father's emotionless eyes -that would appear whenever a picture of her crossed his gaze or her name was mentioned- stopped him. He learned never to ask. His father had been through to much already. Re-visiting past, hurtful memories never did anyone good, especially memories of a broken man.
The last thing Harry had said to his children -when auras, a few law enforcements and social works appeared at his door- was a promise, a promise that he would come back no matter what. He intended to keep that one promise, to make up for the years of a broken one, one that he always wished would come true but never did. The promise that they would see their mother soon -his wife, his Hermione -and that she would be home just after dinner.
He would sit on his armchair, positioned next to another with a firewhiskey in one hand while the other fell limply at the side. He would stare -unshed tears in his emerald eyes- and watch as his children would sit and wait -every night- and stare at the door, waiting. They would stare at the dark door, then at the clock quickly then back again. They were silent, always silent. The only noise coming from the clock above the fire place filling the room with ticking, nothing else until he broke it with soft quiet words, "She must be late. I'll tuck you in tonight," -like he always did. The pain he felt when he would always make another promise that he always broke, the promise to his daughters question, "Mummy will tuck me in tomorrow, right daddy?" His response, "Of course she will. I promise."
He hadn't spoke to them in three years -missing their birthdays and Christmases- not even getting to send them a card or a call as doing so could attract unwanted attention. He was an escapist from Azkaban on the run, attention was the last thing he needed.
His current residence was up in the highlands of Scotland, hidden away from sight with Ron as his secret keeper. He returned back to Scotland as he liked it there. He lived his happiest days there and intended to -when everything was over- spend his last there too.
Sometimes he would find himself running outside in the pouring rain, getting ready to disapparate to his aunt Petunias, ready to see his kids. He would always stop himself just in time, but always wonder what would happen if he didn't?
His aunt had become nicer ever since his awful uncle had past away from a heart attack just after Albus was born. Ever since then she even persuaded the children to call her 'Ammy'. Not quite Granny or Auntie, but a mix between. Harry was deeply touched by it all. Seeing his children play happily with his mother's sister, was like the family becoming whole again -a loving family like he always wanted.
He hadn't seen Dudley in a long time either. The last he heard about him was that he was in New Zealand, he missed him sometimes, but never knew why. Hermione always told him it was because they treated each other like brother's, even though Dudley was a mean git sometimes he did care. Right now Harry could use a brother. Dealing with so much heartache alone destroyed you a little bit each day, and his only meaning of living was his and Hermione's kids. If it wasn't for them he would have died by now, died from a broken heart.
He made a mental note when everything was over he would thank Petunia, as if it wasn't for her, his children would be in some dusty foster home waiting to be adopted. He never did know what he would do if that happened, go insane probably -finally crack.
Letters were sent to him though, not directly but to Ron who would deliver them in person. They were the only letters he ever got, letters that updated him on Albus and Lea. Again another reason why he had to thank Petunia. He knew thanks just didn't cover it all, he would repay her back sometime, with something big, it was the least he could do.
The letters were nothing special to an outsider, but to him it was all he needed. They never were personal letters -from his kids to him- but it was enough just knowing how their week went. He did wish sometimes they would write to him but he knew that it was for the best just now if they thought he was still in prison. It was be less complicated and less questions would be raised, keeping away attention. How much he hated attention.
It was while he was rummaging through junk and other stuff, searching for something mentioned in one of the letters. He was looking for Lea's teddy -for some reason she wanted it all of a sudden- and his aunt mentioned that she wanted it and if he could, could he send it over. He did anything for his daughter, and if finding her giraffe made her happier then he would do everything to find it.
That's when he found it. Not her giraffe -but her diary- his Hermione's diary. At first he drop it, shock and pain running through him. He was like that when ever he came across something of hers. It was while he was reading it that he remembered everything, when he remembered inception.
Reading the diary brought back hope but also fear to him -the last time wasn't pretty. Once he'd read about it, he know it was the only option he had. Inception or nothing -that was it.
When he'd met back up with Ron -for a daily catch up- he told him what had to be done. He now owed Ron a hell of a lot.
Oh how I loved that film Inception, am still confused by it all but what a movie!
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Also I need a Harry Potter character to play the character Ariadne the architect in Inception, so if you have any suggestions again leave it in a review or PM
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