Hello Potter friends, so long story short this was a story I posted ages ago but I kind of ran out of steam and reasons and I took pretty much all of my stories down from this site. I really did love this story though, and so did a friend, and the completely bonkers story line that even I didn't know where it was going is a sort of writing I've missed. So I scavenged through my old files, reread chapter one, realized how awful 13 year old me was at writing and edited it, and here it is back up for all your little fangirl/boy eyes to see once more. So I guess, dear strange friend of mine who thought this story was actually fathomable, this little nugget of my insanity is dedicated to you, Ms. Herms. To the rest of you lovely lot, I implore you to read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just the horrid plot lines I'm putting him through.

Chapter . 1

Those screaming scars.

Lily saved Harry's life with love, everyone knows that, but James did the same for her. Now, or at least then, the two of them had lived alone as best as any of the other families coming out of those dreadful times could have done, despite the Potter's direct involvement, Lily wasn't fool enough to believe there was much difference between anyone in those days. She had taken a job at Hogwarts and eventually gotten on as normal, or tried to at any rate, because her son had a Lightning-bolt scar that was a constant reminder of what she had lost.

Harry had been in danger almost annually growing up at Hogwarts and then in the time of Lord Voldermort's return to power. Lily had had to watch as her son fought a troll, defeated Voldermort again at twelve, found a long rumored part of the school that just so happened to be the heir of Slytherin's play house, compete in the tri-wizard tournament and be basically tortured by one of the staff members. Finally, at the end of Harry's seventh year the Death Eaters had taken over and Harry had been forced to go into hiding with a new life. Now was when it was all at its worse. Lily had no clue where her son was now but tried to comfort herself with the simple fact that her owl would be able to find him once she needed it to, She was just waiting for the right moment.

Harry stared at himself in the mirror. It was these times in the morning that he lived for, that he looked forward to the most and the only time he felt like himself. Within minutes he would have to turn from Harry James Potter to Neal Robert Davidson the geeky Maths Professor with Curly Ginger hair, buck teeth and dopy looking yellow eyes with a terrible tan.

When he looked at the real him he couldn't help remember the good days, when he was with friends at Hogwarts, a school for Wizards. It had seemed like hell when he was there but he hadn't seen anybody in over a year, not even his mother, not Ron, not Hermione, not Ginny, not Sirius or Remus or his Godson, not anybody. He just had the facts he needed;

Mum is safe.

Hermione is on the streets, living by her instincts not because she's broke but because that's what she has to do to survive.

Ginny was in some Muggle mental asylum.

Ron was turned into a werewolf but is doing just fine.

Luna is hiding.

Neville is Dead.

Ever since the night in Liverpool that had been the case but everything could have changed and he wouldn't have known, he hadn't had any contact with Magic for around 12 months. Now he kept everything that made up who he used to be locked in a trunk in the cupboard under the stairs; even now as he coated himself in dark makeup to cover up his scar and make himself Neal, he used the Muggle way. He took of his glasses and replaced them with yellow contacts, and then with the wig the transformation was complete, staring back at him was Professor Davidson ready to teach students advanced mathematics at Warwick University.

Lessons droned on as usual in the dull grey class rooms that were missing the welcoming feeling in every brick that Hogwarts had. Neal was standing behind his desk but in front of the black board gesturing to one of the more complicated looking diagrams he had scribbled, as always, without really understanding.

"Surds!" Harry exclaimed in his Scottish accent, he hadn't meant to be Scottish when he had first come to teach but he was so nervous about letting his cover slip he had started speaking and there the accent had tumbled out. "Surds, surds, surds, surds, surds! Simple stuff, who can tell me what they are?" He looked out expectantly, beaming in a way that made the overlarge yellow teeth protrude, silence racked the overlarge room, perhaps with the stray cough or shuffle of movement but the students stared as awkwardly as they always did in Davidson's presence. Harry sighed, looking up to the back of the auditorium where an out of breath looking secretary was leaning against the wall as if she had just seen a ghost.

"May I help Sandra?" Harry called politely.

"It's for you Neal…well, It's what the letter says- but there's - there's an owl." She managed to get out, trying desperately and breathlessly not to sound as if she were crazy. "I swear it Neal, as odd as it is, the bird refuses to leave."

"Right…Thank you, can you look after the lecture while I try and sort it out." It wasn't a question; he was already dashing up the steep stairs, this muggle attire completely out of mind. An owl at Warwick university, with an address to the fake name he had only told one person, it could only mean one thing, it was time.

"But I-" Sandra protested in her cockney accent as Harry dashed past her, through the corridors towards the main desk, and sure enough sitting upon the secretary's computer was a great tawny owl that was furiously squawking at one of the other receptionists that had tried to remove it. The owl looked at Harry accusingly and seemed to jump a little as it flew to him and landed on his shoulder .Harry, abandoning all mockery of thinking this was odd, tore the letter from the bird's beak and flipped it open.

Dearest Harry,

I thought I'd better put your fake name on the front incase Lenny had to go to your work. Wherever that is.

They've appointed Sev headmaster, we're safe, solid. The Order's safe to reform at Grimmauld place: come as quickly as you can. We're fighting back again.

Love,

L.P.

Harry couldn't help it, he smiled, he laughed, he even yelled in a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, unspecific, just beautifully, simply, positive.

"Yes!" He ran through the doors to the school without leaving an explanation to the secretary or even his notice. He didn't stop running till he got home, unlocked the cupboard, grabbed his stuff and disapperated back to the place he had called home.

Screaming echoed down the corridors of Liverpool's mental asylum, the words were undistinguishable, but the screaming was evident, unnervingly so. A nurse, creased maroon scrubs and frizzy chocolate brown hair coming frantically out of its bun behind her, appeared from the room the cries came from, momentarily making it louder, before she shut it again, leaning against it as if to keep whatever yelled inside from escaping out.

"What's she doing now?" The voice of another nurse called from where the wide hipped middle aged sweetheart took gradual steps towards the more exhausted looking of the two. Her tone came with a smile, but it was clear, almost to the point of exasperation, that she, just like all the workers on this ward, knew how that particular patient could make you feel.

"She's just…apologizing." The younger, darker toned nurse explained simply, in a deep breath that rattled out her need for a caffeine boost.

"Apologizing? What for?" said the second nurse as she slowed even further until she came to a halt by the door they were referring to.

"Oh I don't know Debby, just apologizing to people."

Debby furrowed her brow and asked, still smiling her gaped teeth smile. "Who?"

"You won't know them, not that I'm sure she does either, I'm fairly certain at least one of them is made up… Hermione? Ernie? Colin? Nearly Headless Nick?" She said with a laugh and Debby joined in.

"Nearly Headless Nick? Well there's one I've never heard. But hasn't she mentioned that Hermione before?"

"Probably… but, well, she doesn't make sense anymore does she. God knows if she ever did. Shame though isn't it? Just turned 18 and has lost her life to insanity." the two nurses shook their heads in the affection they were riddled with before carrying on with their gossiping as they made their way down the corridor. Inside the room a red-headed youth sat in the corner of a cushioned room cradling herself the best you could in a straight-jacket with her eyes screwed shut and muttering things no one would understand unless you had lived with her at Hogwarts, no one would understand unless they were in her head. In her head. In her head.

"No! Harry, Run! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No! No! No!" Ginny started to sweat, losing her consciousness as she started repeating over and over again;

"Her body will lie in the chamber forever, her body will lie in the chamber forever."

Sometimes, in her saner moments, Ginny can manage to think about the war the death eaters think is won, but it's not won, the Order is just too weak at the moment, it's just waiting for the right moment to strike again. Ginny had been found at the bank of the river Mersey muttering things about Death Eaters and a boy named Harry Potter that someone had to help, she hadn't known the consequences of that night, not until she had had a letter from Lily saying that Neville had died and Hermione was finally running, what had happened to Ron and what Harry had to do, what she had to do. Of course she hadn't been in her right mind when she'd read it and when it disappeared as a nurse came in she had gone into a fit of screaming.

Now Ginny sat, a year later with the tale of the Chamber of Secrets haunting her again, She needed the letter to arrive soon. She had the power to leave whenever she wanted but was just waiting for the right moment, the final opening call that she feared would never come, because any longer stuck in the purl white room would surely kill her. Sleep was washing over her and her mutterings became distant, even to her as she reached the state in which she had to live all of the bad things again in her dreams. And if the letter doesn't come soon, Ginny thought, I want to reach the sweet release of death were I can apologize in person for what I did to Neville.

Tap, tap, tap. Ginny had been on the edge of nightmares and hadn't registered the noises at first, but when she did her eyes flew open. Forcing herself to manage onto her feet without using her hands. The redheaded witch looked at the thin window at the top of her cell that was seemingly the only section that wasn't underground, she almost laughed as she saw Lenny's bemused expression staring at her. He was caring a letter that she didn't have to read to understand, she turned on the spot and was out of the asylum forever.

Hermione Granger was running over the rooftops of one of London's many blocks of flats, she had her bushy brown hair tied into a ponytail, a dark pink t-shirt and ripped jeans because it was easier to run, easier to jump buildings in than robes, and ripping was generally what happened to her in tough situations.

The edge was getting closer, for a second she was flying, until she landed safely back on the roof of the next block. Hermione still remembered when she had been at Hogwarts, when she had been the brightest witch of her age, and she still was, deep down, somewhere. Yet right now she was being who she needed to be, even if she hated who that was. It was what needed to be done before the war reignites, though, the witch had to tell herself repeatedly.

In the wizarding world, they call her the magic muggle, in the off chance the daily prophet takes a break from propaganda to decide whether it's a good idea to report anything else anymore. Hermione has to kill, she hates doing it but with Death Eaters in charge there's no one to bring them to justice, and so the job of letting them know the war isn't over fell to her. It had never had meant to have been her, it was meant to of have been Harry. That plan had gone to pot ever since Liverpool. One last jump and she reached the building she needed. She reached into her back pack and took out the cable cord that she tied to a bar planted at the top of the building and began to abseil down.

When the call of the four floors she was waiting for arrived, she landed on the balcony of the apartment she needed. An open window stood proudly out for anyone to utilize, Hermione couldn't help but laugh at how stupid Death Eaters could be. She climbed through with exceedingly little hesitation and stopped to listen; a shower could be heard going and so Hermione made her way to the bathroom door, careful not to creak any loose floor boards. Brandishing her shinning steel knife Hermione waited, the shower stopped and the sound of her target getting out of the shower met her practiced hearing. Hermione's heart pounded as the door opened and a dripping Yaxley, towel around his waist walked out of the steaming room as if Hermione were invisible. Digging the knife into his back in one quick, fluid motion, the Death Eater fell to the floor dead. Hermione was just thankful he was at least wearing a towel, killing naked people had always been a step too far on the unnerving scale.

She pried the knife from the man's back and wiped the gleaming crimson on her thigh, hatred for herself consumed her in that moment, like it always did but she just repeated every single time that if roles were reversed this would be exactly what he would do to her, maybe with a splash of magic involved. They call her the Magic Muggle for a reason, people know she's a witch because it can no longer be called coincidence to how many of her victims are death eaters but Hermione always uses a Muggle weapon. There wasn't any special reason for it, she didn't want to remind herself of how she would be using the thing she had excelled in so much, and however ghastly muggle weapons were the only thing she could use to keep a hold of her old self anymore.

Hermione sighed, about to climb back through the window when a large tawny owl landed clumsily on the ledge.

"Lenny!" She yelled and ran as quickly as she never would have been able to have achieved in the way she had once been. The owl cooed happily at her stroke, and she was just glad there was a living thing that didn't flinch at the touch of her anymore. Tearing the letter from the owl's leg she read it over three times, not properly tacking it in until she started to read for a fourth;

Dear Hermione,

I hope this letter doesn't bring to much attention to you at the wrong time but it's our time now. They've appointed Sev headmaster, we're safe. The Order's safe to reform at Grimmauld place: come as quickly as convenient. We're fighting back again.

Best wishes,

L.P.

Hermione smiled for what felt like the first time in years and disapperated on the spot.

On a misty afternoon at Lands end Ron Weasley was sitting in his small cottage, the fire of his Kitchen-Living-Dining room slowly kindling. He had scars on nearly every inch of skin, his shoulders were broad and his chest had become more muscular than the lanky boy he had been. Being alone with no human contact except the shop attendant at the market and paying the milkman in the morning, body building had been the only thing he had found to pass the time. Ever since Liverpool he had had to hide from people because of what had happened to him that night. The full moons were unbearable, with the exception of the times Lily had had the chance to send him Wolfsbane potion but that in its self was risky. Ron lived for the moment he saw that tawny owl coming to him through the horizon. But it had been a year and nothing had happened.

He worried for his sister who he had seen last trying to keep her sanity on the edge of the River Mersey, He had turned to run with Hermione, Luna and Neville thinking that Harry would make sure she was safe but then the next time he saw him they were surrounded by Death Eaters. It wasn't how the plan had meant to go but the only option they had had after was to go their separate ways until the time was right. A week later they had the news of Ginny's whereabouts and Ron was talking to Harry again, not that it made much difference because by that time they were opposite sides of the country.

Ron poured a glass of firewiskey with a lazy flick of his wand and the glass clunked down onto the mahogany table. As Ron took a sip his eyes glanced out the window in the direction he knew the owl would one day come from. It was an entirely pointless gesture in his opinion because it would take ages for the order to get a strong, if secret, position in society. Sometimes, on the days before or after a full moon when nothing seemed like it would ever go right again, Ron didn't believe it would ever get back the power with Dumbledore dead. But that afternoon his heart skipped a beat as he saw a black speck getting closer in the distance. He tried to pass it off as a common bird or a seagull looking for a tourist with chips to steal, but as the dot got larger and it's features and direction became more evident Ron saw his best friends mother's owl flying towards him with a letter in its beak.

He jumped from his chair as if he had just gotten an electric shock and leaned against the window as he watched with anticipation as the bird got closer, it wasn't until it was meters away that he realised he needed an open window so, forgetting magic, he fumbled with the lock hurriedly and dived out of the way just in time for Lenny to crash and knock over the old mahogany table.

The owl looked dazed as he let the werewolf take the letter that he opened with fumbling fingers.

Dear Ron,

They've appointed Sev headmaster, we're back in action. The orders safe to reform at Grimmauld place; come as quickly as you can. We're fighting back again.

Best Wishes,

L.P.

Ron didn't have to think twice as he disapperated with a rare smile. The letter floated down to the dusty, tattered and old-fashioned rug leaving Lenny alone to take a grateful sip from the puddle of crashed glass and splattered fire whiskey.

Despite the impending coursework and GCSE's I've got yelling at me, editing these chapters really doesn't take up that much work. So I figure I can update one every week or fortnight or whenever I feel like it, because the more reviews I get the more I feel like posting so…hint hint. What's your thoughts on this chapter, huh? Opinions? Any guesses for whatever I've done to these beloved characters?