A/N : i dont own any HP characters.
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I'm really sorry but i was not at all satisfied with my work so i have deleted all of the chapters for now. But i will be updating faster. Plz let me know if i can improve somewhere. This story will now have lemons.
The battle had been between the Order members and the Death Eaters inhabiting the school.
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~Voldemort.
The person, no, the thing that damned me, that damned us all.~
It has been two months since the confrontation at Hogwarts, two months since we lost our innocence.
Both sides were losing, numbers depleting rapidly. Voldemort saw this, he knew that he would have to intervene in the battle to tip the balance, but he wasn't ready yet. So, he told his Death Eaters to withdraw and let their hold over Hogwarts go.
He knew, oh, he knew. He knew after probing Draco Malfoy's mind, that he was the first to disarm Dumbledore and was disarmed by Potter at the Malfoy Manor.
The true owner of the Elder Wand was Harry Potter. And He knew.
He withdrew but the damage was done.
We had lost Tonks, Fred, Moody, Percy, Dennis Creevy, and countless others. All died a hero and I wished I was one of them.
I wished I had died.
Voldemort lost Rodulphus Lestrange, Barty Cr. Junior, the Carrow Twins.
I was lost , I took the coward's way out. I left.
I knew something they didn't, not even Voldemort. I cursed my knowledge for it brought me hell.
Both sides were healing, trying to gain the numbers it had lost. Things went temporarily normal as Voldemort wasn't attacking now, trying to recover from the blow to his Death Eaters.
But one thing didn't seem normal now. One essential thing. The Golden Trio. Battle had scarred me too much, I didn't feel the child-like love for Ron anymore and he couldn't take it. Ron just lost the main thing I loved about him, his humor. He had changed too.
I did not blame him, he had taken Fred's death really hard.
Golden Trio never kept secrets from each other, but we were, actually I was.
I couldn't wake up every day and look into Harry's emerald eyes.
He knew I was keeping something from them. I knew he was hurt but he never pushed me and that made me all the more guiltier. I couldn't live there, I had to leave. Fast.
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Grimmauld Place was still considered compromised since Snape had killed Dumbledore.
The Weasley family were living together at Shell Cottage with Bill and Fleur. Harry and Hermione had decided to give them space to mourn.
The rest of the Order members were safely residing in Andromeda's house, which was the new headquarters, which while not as safe as the fidelius, was good enough. It had been two months since the battle. It had had many outcomes in our lives.
Nevielle had found a lover in Hannah Abbot, a fellow Rawenclaw, and Luna in Dean.
The tension between Ginny and Harry was palpable though. I knew how much Harry yearned to comfort her but his need to do things on his own and not endanger her, kept him from her. Ron had become grumpy and it was hard to be around him now.
It was making Ginny go out of her way to make Harry jealous and get some comfort. Though,
Ron had caught her snogging Seamus, he had spluttered as his face changed into a shade of red that matched the Weasley flaming-red hair, as he yelled,
"SEAMUS! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER!"
But Ginny would not let go of the embarrassed looking Seamus, as she turned to glare and retort, "Leave us alone! Why just because ickle-Ronnykins does not get any action in life, others should behave too? Piss off, Ron!"
I would have laughed at Ron as he took the brunt of Ginny's wrath, had it not been me to drag him away from them.
I would hole myself up in the library that Andromeda had. Harry would cast fugitive glances at me whenever he would think I wasn't looking. I knew how much he hated when things were kept from him, but how could i tell him?
Ministry was still under Voldemort's control. The now free Hogwarts the only ray of hope. It had not been damaged much since the confrontation had been short just between the Death Eaters and the Order members and the students that chose to remain and fight.
I was there with them, I witnessed deaths too, I saw my classmates fall. The pain continued to increase tenfold every day as I saw Harry. I kept away from everyone choosing to immerse myself in books. But surprisingly it did not provide much comfort, sometimes her mind would wander back to the War, the fear.
Ron, immediately, pops in my mind, for he was whom she would have turned to for comfort, for normalcy. He would show her the light again but now, he himself was shrouded in the darkness of his pain and anger.
Nobody there was hers anymore. She couldn't stand talking to Harry anymore than necessary, for it clouded her mind with pain of holding the secret in. I had never felt so alone.
I wanted to check on my parents. I knew the danger wasn't over but I was getting desperate. I missed them. I missed home. I was tired of all the pain and misery around me. I could live with just one glimpse of them.
So, I left. I knew my main reason was Harry though. It hurt so much.
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I had managed to track down the house they lived in. It had been too easy, I had to just check their fake names under dentist clinics in a local directory.
I peered from the side of the building and quickly gulped down the polyjuice potion. You can never be too cautious these days.
I nervously made my way to their front porch filled with anticipation.
I knocked twice, my heart beating faster.
The gate opened.
"yes?", a old lady asked.
I tried to cover my disappointment.
"Um, don't Richard and Monica Wendell live here?", their fake names.
"Oh, dear, did you know them?", her old eyes suddenly filling with sadness.
My breath caught,
"yes, I am a distant relative, where are they, are they alright?" I asked hurriedly, I knew that look.
"my dear I am so sorry but a local thief had broke into the house and...and they were killed when they caught him stealing their stuff."
I nodded, feeling numb. Turned around stiffly and walked away.
Even though I looked calm outside, panic and dread were eating my insides. A lump had formed in my throat and I was having trouble breathing without gasping for breath.
They were here because I sent them here.
no. No! It cant be! I did all that to save from the wizard kind but never once did I give a thought to the muggle killers. No! They cant die. They cant die, too. I cant take this. Its too much. Mum! Dad!
I remembered my mom's special smile for me and me alone, as if we were sharing her secrets, I remembered adoring her and her laugh lines on her face.
I remembered Dad's protectiveness, how I used to tell him I was a big girl since I was just three years old. I remembered his hugs, filled with so much warmth, as if he was trying to complete himself just by keeping me close.
I realized I was taking back my original body and quickly ducked in an empty alleyway. Numbly, I made my way out of the alley not caring if anyone detected me out here.
I could not shed a tear. I made my way to the graveyard nearby where they were presumably buried.
I searched and found their graves side by side and couldn't hold back the sudden sob that escaped my lips. My knees gave away and I fell between the two graves.
I conjured two black roses, each for one grave and quickly changed the writings on the tombstones to John and Jean Granger.
Along with the one sob, I couldnt stop the bout of tears and sobs that overcame me then.
I didnt even realize I had been screaming my voice hoarse, "I'm sorry" until a hand appeared on my shoulder.
I snapped my head up to see that it was some stranger looking at me with emotionless eyes. Well, good I didnt want anyone's pity anyways.
He looked at me with such a look that made me wonder what he himself had really gone through. After all, she could recognize a mourning face anywhere now. I dont know how but in that moment I knew that he understood me.
"you should be careful around muggle area with magic like that." were his first words. But his words though meant as caution, only made me aware of him intruding my privacy.
He offered me his hand. Instead of pulling me up as I was expecting him to, he took a seat next to me on the ground and just held my hand.
I dont know how long I sat there but I had formed a bond with a nameless stranger at that moment.
After an endlessly long moment he said in the same husky voice, "by the way, the names' Stark. Stark Knight."
A/N: its my first fan fic. Draco will enter later. Pl. pass comments even if they are bad.
:( ...but hope you liked it, anyways.