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Disclaimer: you know by now what all this is... no I don't own the characters, except for the ones I obviously made up... and all that...
The Return
Harry hummed to himself as he bit into his breakfast, this morning a slice of toast. It was a song he hadn't thought of in a long time and he didn't know why he had remembered it now. It was the his old school song (though it hadn't really had a tune, but he had always used the same tune ever year before) and a song that had once made him feel very proud. Now however, it made him think of times past.
For not everything was the way it had been for Harry Potter. Not at all, for the school Harry had once attended was none other than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which of course made Harry a witch, one of the best of the century, nearly as good as Albus Dumbledore himself.
Now however, Harry lived a very different life. He was a muggle. He had left the wizarding world nearly seven years ago with the intent of never returning. He had not said goodbye to his family, friends nor anyone else in his world. He had simply disappeared.
He knew everyone would worry over 'the famous Harry Potter' but that was precisely the reason he had left. To get away from being Harry Potter, a man wanted by Voldermort and loved by all of his kind (except Death Eaters). After Harry had defeated Voldermort those many years ago, nothing no longer mattered, he had no purpose in the wizarding world. He was tired of his friends lives being put in jeopardy because of him, he was tired of the scandalous newspaper articles and the swooning girls, he was tired of being chased after by Death Eaters and dementors wherever he went. So he had left.
Left to give himself, and those who had once known him peace. He had been happy since he left too. He had traveled for a while, to get rid of the pursing ministry and his friends, but had settled in the little old town of Lyanth. It was only a small Irish town, but he had fallen in love with it. Mainly because he had fallen in love with her. Hannah Martney.
He had fallen in love with her instantly, she too with him. Soon they began dating and one thing led to another. Today Harry was married to Hannah and they had a beautiful two year old girl. Harry couldn't be happier. He finally had a family and he finally didn't have to worry about anyone getting hurt or killed because of him.
His old life was always with him however, he carried magic in his veins after all and it's hard to forget such a past as his own. Slowly though he'd pushed the memories to the back of his mind and his old nightmares were reduced to only a couple times a year. He'd never even told Hannah about what he was. He didn't see the need, he was happy with life and didn't need to be famous, or a wizard.
"That's a nice song dear," Hannah said taking a seat across from her husband while stirring her morning's coffee. She had a lovely Irish accent.
That wasn't the best thing about her either. Hannah also happened to be very pretty. She, like many Irishwomen, had long curly red hair and light brown freckles across her pale face. And her eyes were a faded shade of green, at least compared to Harry's own bright green eyes.
"Yes, it is isn't it." Harry said halfway to himself. "I thought I'd forgotten it." Then he smiled and shook his head, as it to push away the memories once more.
Hannah smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "So you'll be home by six?" She asked.
Harry nodded. After settling down he had taken up a teaching job in the elementary school in town. He was going on his fifth year of teaching the fifth grade. It was tiring work, but it sure beat chasing down Voldermort.
"Yes, I'd be home earlier to help you cook, but I've a staff meeting." Tonight Hannah was hosting a small dinner party. Her brother was to be in town and she had thought it would be nice to get some of his old friends together for the night, he lived in America normally.
"Oh don't worry about it. I'll do fine, I just hope Jane isn't too much trouble."
Jane was their young daughter. Harry was going to name his first born after one of his parents, but 'Lily' and 'James'- or 'Jamie' as he would have called her- seemed like too much of a reminder. He had thought up 'Jane' instead, rather near 'James' without being too close. Hannah had loved it instantly though never asked where he got it from.
It there was one thing Hannah knew, it was not to talk about her husbands past. Harry always retreated into himself once reminded, something he was ashamed of, but couldn't help. As it turned out Harry hadn't told Hannah much about his history at all. Only that his parents were killed and he had lived with the Dursleys.
Harry sighed as he thought of his old life. He really missed it sometimes, but knew he wouldn't return. This was his life now.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hannah asked in a concerned tone, her husband smiled at her and rose from the table.
"Oh noth- argh!" Immediatly he dropped the plate he'd been carrying to the sink and clutched his bleeding scar. It was a pain he hadn't felt in eight years and one he'd never wished to fell again. It could mean only one thing. Lord Voldermort.
Hannah quickly abandoned her coffee and knelt next to her husband. She felt frantic, Harry never acted like this. He was always cool and collected, even that time he'd gotten in that car accident. Even then Harry had never cried out once, it was as if the pain didn't even matter to him.
She pulled the hands away from Harry's face, bloodied hands they were, in a moment she was covered in her husbands blood. She felt sick.
"No- please," Harry panted, finally coming to himself. He pushed Hannah away leaving a scarlet handprint on her new blouse. "I'm fine."
"Harry Black!" She shouted pushing him back to the floor. "You are most certainly not fine, and you will let me see what's bothering you."
Without a word he moved his hands away. His small lightening shaped scar had turned a vivid black, blood flowed from the base, leaving a river works of blood trails running down his face. Hannah gasped.
"Oh my god, what's happened?" She tried desperately to wipe the blood from her husbands face.
He pushed her hands away and ran from the room in clumsy movements, one hand pressed to his face. Hannah gasped once more and ran after him just as hastily.
They ended up in the bathroom, Harry with his head in the sink, washing away the blood and Hannah frantically digging through the medicine cabinet for bandages.
Harry swallowed air as he pressed his face to a towel, dabbing away the water. All traces of bleeding were gone, though his scar was still pitch black. Her huband swallowed and licked his lips.
"Oh god," was all he said as he leaned back on the door and closed his eyes.
Hannah waited a moment for him to say more, then abandoned her search. "Harry, what's happened? Do you need anything." He didn't answer. "Please Harry," she said with a sob, he was really scaring her.
At last he opened his eyes. Hannah sobbed again. The veils of shadow covered his beautiful green eyes once more. Shadows that had disappeared years ago, that she had never hoped to see on him again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said in a horse whisper, backing from the room. Once again Hannah followed him to the study where they both collapsed on the couch.
"Harry..." was all she could stay as she stared at her grief stricken husband. She picked one of his hands up in her own and clutched it with all her strength. He would know that she was there, that she would always be there.
Lost in thought Harry and Hannah sat for long moments. Then finally Harry broke the silence.
"I've got to go." Was all he said, Hannah assumed he meant he was to be late for work.
He stood and gave Hannah one last painful look and made his way towards the door. It was lucky then that he took such slow and labored steps, for a second later an unusual screech ripped through the uncomfortable silence and Harry spun around. Hannah didn't know it at the time, but if her husband had made it to the door he would have most likely never come back.
A beautiful red bird flew through their open window, then slowly the screech turned to a hum, then into a song. By the time the bird landed on the mantle it was into a fully developed rhythm that made Hannah automatically feel better. No matter what had just happened.
"What-" she began curiously, but Harry had strode across the room and picked ripped a piece of paper of his leg, she hadn't known it was there, but apparently he had.
He swallowed as he read, whatever was written, and Hannah moved to peer over his shoulder.
He has returned. You know what must be done. Bring them. Don't be a fool.
That was all the note said, and Hannah hadn't a clue what it meant.
"Harry?" She asked finally. "What's all this about?"
Harry's eye twitched. "I- I don't know... I don't know how to explain... it's so hard..."
Hannah led her dazed husband to the couch once more and urged him to continue. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, as if organizing his thoughts.
"Do you believe in magic?" He said after he had gained control over himself once more.
She didn't know how to answer this question. He was acting so serious, but what did some fantasy have to do with everything anyway? "I don't know... Harry. That doesn't have anything to do with this. Just tell me what's wrong..."
He pierced her with those cold green eyes. "Magic has everything to do with this." He said simply. "I don't know how to tell you, but... magic is very real."
Hannah would have laughed in his face if he hadn't looked so grave. "Be serious, Harry," she settled for instead.
Immediately, he jumped up and strode towards the forgotten bird once more. When he turned back around she saw that he had a long shaft of wood in one hand, that looked very much like a wand.
Harry rolled the thing over in his hands, he looked very much like he'd just been reunited with an old friend. Running his fingers over the wood, he finally gripped it in his hand and glared at Hannah.
"As I said, magic is very real. I shall show you." He rolled up his sleeves and pointed to the note that was still held in her hand. "Accio!" Was all he said and the thing zipped from her grasp, straight at her husband.
Staring impossibly at her hands, Hannah began to shake her heads. Words like 'coincidence', 'unreal', and 'impossible' ran through her head.
"More maybe?" He said then. "Expecto Patronum."
A fully grown stag was now in her living room. Hannah felt like she was going to faint. This was all very impossible. The beast flung it's head back and pranced around the room for a moment before disappearing entirely. Hannah looked at Harry with an almost frightened expression.
It had taken nearly the entire day, especially with Jane waking up and demanding breakfast, eventually they had taken her to Hannah's brother's house so they could talk, but Harry had finally gotten his wife to believe he wasn't crazy. It was the last thing he'd ever wanted to do, was get his wife to know about the magic world, but right now he had no choice.
After explaining about Hogwarts, and muggles, and witches and wizards and of countless other things, the worse still was not over. He had still not told her about Death Eathers and Voldermort, or dementors and werewolves and all those horrors.
Surprisingly, once she got over her shock, Hannah was quite interested. A little afraid, but he knew Hannah, and this whole idea fascinated her.
"But what happened this morning?" She kept saying, and he kept hushing her, and asking her to let him get to that.
He took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry I've lied to you Hannah, I'm so sorry."
"Shh, I understand- I think- please Harry I know you're supposed to keep it secret. I'm not angry at you. Please Harry," she kept comforting him. God was he lucky to have ever found her. He didn't know how he'd ever lived without her there by his side.
He sighed again, now for the hard part. "That's not what's really important," he began. "You see... my name is not Harry Black. Sirius Black was my godfather's name. My real name is Harry Potter. My parents were Lily and James, and it is with them that everything really begins."
Hannah sat patiently, waiting for the rest. Her eyes were still a little hurt, and a little worried, but he tried to ignore all that.
"You see, there was also this very powerful and very awful Dark Lord. All the wizarding world is afraid to even speak his name, his deeds were that terrible. By the time I was born, Voldermort was in full power, every wizard or witch he targeted never survived more than a couple of months. That's why it was so devastating when the Potter's were chosen as his next targets.
"Knowing they were in danger my parents took us into hiding, but it was no use. By Halloween of that year Voldermort had found us and had come himself to see us to our end. He killed my father first, then turned to my mother and me. My mum refused to budge, so he killed her, but there was something he didn't know when he turned to kill me. For my mum had died trying to protect me and her love was carried all through my body. When Voldermort touched me with his spell, a spell so foul and evil, the love she had given me counteracted the spell. It bounced off me, giving me my scar then turned on him. He was ripped from his body, and supposed destroyed. No one had even lived through the killing curse before me."
"Oh Harry," Hannah comforted. "I had no idea."
"No," he said trying to continue. "That's not it. That's only the beginning."
He sighed. "I was sent to live with the Dursleys, not to find out who I was until my eleventh birthday. Though all of my world knew my name and thought me famous for what I had done. I was raised as a muggle, that's why it came as such a surprise when I was told I had been accepted to Hogwarts, a school of magic. I of course accepted and a month later, I was training to become a wizard.
"My days in Hogwarts were... wonderful and terrifying all at once. I had discovered in my first year that the Dark Lord I had supposedly defeated, was still alive... sort of. He had become a wraith, vapor, nothingness, but he was still alive. It wasn't until my fourth year at school that he returned to his body. Nothing was ever the same after that.
"Since I had been the one to take away fourteen years of his life the Dark Lord came after me with everything he had. I spent the rest of my school years fighting against him, or in hiding from him. Those were very dark times indeed. Since Voldermort wanted me so badly and since he was so evil he stopped at nothing to try to kill me. My friends and anyone who knew me were in constant danger just for being associated with me. Anywhere I was, was attacked if I remained for more than a week or so. I was even haunted in my dreams.
"When I couldn't bear it any longer, I faced Voldermort in a final attack. By that time I had been heavily trained in battle and had gained my wizarding license. We were quit evenly matched, though I refused to touch the dark spells he used. There was one spell though, that I had discovered. Voldermort, as it had been proved, could not be killed. For he was not really human, as he had taken great precuations to try to ensure immortality. He had not succeed beyond turning himself into some... creature is the only word I can think of. Neither man nor beast, more spirit that anything.
"The spell I had found was one that would not kill him then, for he could not be destroyed, but one that could imprison him forever. To rip him from reality and trap him in... a sort of other dimension. It took all my strength, but I forced the spell at him. It worked, he was gone."
Hannah had now given up on comforting Harry, she was sitting rigidly, staring at her husband in awe, fear, and compassion.
"It took me months to recover from the spell, it was very difficult you see and I had nearly killed myself trying to use it. I tried to be happy for myself that he was gone at last, tried to enjoy wizarding life. I couldn't, I just kept remembering all that I had caused just by being alive, and all that had happened.
"After a year I found I couldn't stand to be in the magic world a minute longer. Giving only my old headmaster a short note I left, intending never to return. There was no longer any need. It took me the better half of the year to escape my followers, friends, family and the Ministry were all trying to find me. I had placed many spells upon myself though before leaving, to keep myself safe. Then I found Lyanth.
"Here I thought I could live a normal life, here I could be happy," he looked up at Hannah and smiled. "Here I met you." She smiled back, though she looked like she hadn't meant to. "Here I wished to stay in peace. Though it seems my old life won't let me," he spat out the last sentence. Then he continued on in a very low voice. "He has broken free of his prison after only seven years. Voldermort has returned."
Author's Note:
This is a little different that the other stories I am working on, but I just got this idea and had to write it down. I don't know if it's too much or what... but just give me your opinions if you review. Also tell me if there's anything I could do to make it better, or change it... or- yeah.... all that stuff. Ummm... I guess all I have to say now is that I hope you like this, and I will probably continue... and I defiantly will if I get a lot of review. If I get a lot of stinky ones then I think I'll just add a few chapters.... so yeah thanks for reading!!!
Disclaimer: you know by now what all this is... no I don't own the characters, except for the ones I obviously made up... and all that...
The Return
Harry hummed to himself as he bit into his breakfast, this morning a slice of toast. It was a song he hadn't thought of in a long time and he didn't know why he had remembered it now. It was the his old school song (though it hadn't really had a tune, but he had always used the same tune ever year before) and a song that had once made him feel very proud. Now however, it made him think of times past.
For not everything was the way it had been for Harry Potter. Not at all, for the school Harry had once attended was none other than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which of course made Harry a witch, one of the best of the century, nearly as good as Albus Dumbledore himself.
Now however, Harry lived a very different life. He was a muggle. He had left the wizarding world nearly seven years ago with the intent of never returning. He had not said goodbye to his family, friends nor anyone else in his world. He had simply disappeared.
He knew everyone would worry over 'the famous Harry Potter' but that was precisely the reason he had left. To get away from being Harry Potter, a man wanted by Voldermort and loved by all of his kind (except Death Eaters). After Harry had defeated Voldermort those many years ago, nothing no longer mattered, he had no purpose in the wizarding world. He was tired of his friends lives being put in jeopardy because of him, he was tired of the scandalous newspaper articles and the swooning girls, he was tired of being chased after by Death Eaters and dementors wherever he went. So he had left.
Left to give himself, and those who had once known him peace. He had been happy since he left too. He had traveled for a while, to get rid of the pursing ministry and his friends, but had settled in the little old town of Lyanth. It was only a small Irish town, but he had fallen in love with it. Mainly because he had fallen in love with her. Hannah Martney.
He had fallen in love with her instantly, she too with him. Soon they began dating and one thing led to another. Today Harry was married to Hannah and they had a beautiful two year old girl. Harry couldn't be happier. He finally had a family and he finally didn't have to worry about anyone getting hurt or killed because of him.
His old life was always with him however, he carried magic in his veins after all and it's hard to forget such a past as his own. Slowly though he'd pushed the memories to the back of his mind and his old nightmares were reduced to only a couple times a year. He'd never even told Hannah about what he was. He didn't see the need, he was happy with life and didn't need to be famous, or a wizard.
"That's a nice song dear," Hannah said taking a seat across from her husband while stirring her morning's coffee. She had a lovely Irish accent.
That wasn't the best thing about her either. Hannah also happened to be very pretty. She, like many Irishwomen, had long curly red hair and light brown freckles across her pale face. And her eyes were a faded shade of green, at least compared to Harry's own bright green eyes.
"Yes, it is isn't it." Harry said halfway to himself. "I thought I'd forgotten it." Then he smiled and shook his head, as it to push away the memories once more.
Hannah smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "So you'll be home by six?" She asked.
Harry nodded. After settling down he had taken up a teaching job in the elementary school in town. He was going on his fifth year of teaching the fifth grade. It was tiring work, but it sure beat chasing down Voldermort.
"Yes, I'd be home earlier to help you cook, but I've a staff meeting." Tonight Hannah was hosting a small dinner party. Her brother was to be in town and she had thought it would be nice to get some of his old friends together for the night, he lived in America normally.
"Oh don't worry about it. I'll do fine, I just hope Jane isn't too much trouble."
Jane was their young daughter. Harry was going to name his first born after one of his parents, but 'Lily' and 'James'- or 'Jamie' as he would have called her- seemed like too much of a reminder. He had thought up 'Jane' instead, rather near 'James' without being too close. Hannah had loved it instantly though never asked where he got it from.
It there was one thing Hannah knew, it was not to talk about her husbands past. Harry always retreated into himself once reminded, something he was ashamed of, but couldn't help. As it turned out Harry hadn't told Hannah much about his history at all. Only that his parents were killed and he had lived with the Dursleys.
Harry sighed as he thought of his old life. He really missed it sometimes, but knew he wouldn't return. This was his life now.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hannah asked in a concerned tone, her husband smiled at her and rose from the table.
"Oh noth- argh!" Immediatly he dropped the plate he'd been carrying to the sink and clutched his bleeding scar. It was a pain he hadn't felt in eight years and one he'd never wished to fell again. It could mean only one thing. Lord Voldermort.
Hannah quickly abandoned her coffee and knelt next to her husband. She felt frantic, Harry never acted like this. He was always cool and collected, even that time he'd gotten in that car accident. Even then Harry had never cried out once, it was as if the pain didn't even matter to him.
She pulled the hands away from Harry's face, bloodied hands they were, in a moment she was covered in her husbands blood. She felt sick.
"No- please," Harry panted, finally coming to himself. He pushed Hannah away leaving a scarlet handprint on her new blouse. "I'm fine."
"Harry Black!" She shouted pushing him back to the floor. "You are most certainly not fine, and you will let me see what's bothering you."
Without a word he moved his hands away. His small lightening shaped scar had turned a vivid black, blood flowed from the base, leaving a river works of blood trails running down his face. Hannah gasped.
"Oh my god, what's happened?" She tried desperately to wipe the blood from her husbands face.
He pushed her hands away and ran from the room in clumsy movements, one hand pressed to his face. Hannah gasped once more and ran after him just as hastily.
They ended up in the bathroom, Harry with his head in the sink, washing away the blood and Hannah frantically digging through the medicine cabinet for bandages.
Harry swallowed air as he pressed his face to a towel, dabbing away the water. All traces of bleeding were gone, though his scar was still pitch black. Her huband swallowed and licked his lips.
"Oh god," was all he said as he leaned back on the door and closed his eyes.
Hannah waited a moment for him to say more, then abandoned her search. "Harry, what's happened? Do you need anything." He didn't answer. "Please Harry," she said with a sob, he was really scaring her.
At last he opened his eyes. Hannah sobbed again. The veils of shadow covered his beautiful green eyes once more. Shadows that had disappeared years ago, that she had never hoped to see on him again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said in a horse whisper, backing from the room. Once again Hannah followed him to the study where they both collapsed on the couch.
"Harry..." was all she could stay as she stared at her grief stricken husband. She picked one of his hands up in her own and clutched it with all her strength. He would know that she was there, that she would always be there.
Lost in thought Harry and Hannah sat for long moments. Then finally Harry broke the silence.
"I've got to go." Was all he said, Hannah assumed he meant he was to be late for work.
He stood and gave Hannah one last painful look and made his way towards the door. It was lucky then that he took such slow and labored steps, for a second later an unusual screech ripped through the uncomfortable silence and Harry spun around. Hannah didn't know it at the time, but if her husband had made it to the door he would have most likely never come back.
A beautiful red bird flew through their open window, then slowly the screech turned to a hum, then into a song. By the time the bird landed on the mantle it was into a fully developed rhythm that made Hannah automatically feel better. No matter what had just happened.
"What-" she began curiously, but Harry had strode across the room and picked ripped a piece of paper of his leg, she hadn't known it was there, but apparently he had.
He swallowed as he read, whatever was written, and Hannah moved to peer over his shoulder.
He has returned. You know what must be done. Bring them. Don't be a fool.
That was all the note said, and Hannah hadn't a clue what it meant.
"Harry?" She asked finally. "What's all this about?"
Harry's eye twitched. "I- I don't know... I don't know how to explain... it's so hard..."
Hannah led her dazed husband to the couch once more and urged him to continue. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, as if organizing his thoughts.
"Do you believe in magic?" He said after he had gained control over himself once more.
She didn't know how to answer this question. He was acting so serious, but what did some fantasy have to do with everything anyway? "I don't know... Harry. That doesn't have anything to do with this. Just tell me what's wrong..."
He pierced her with those cold green eyes. "Magic has everything to do with this." He said simply. "I don't know how to tell you, but... magic is very real."
Hannah would have laughed in his face if he hadn't looked so grave. "Be serious, Harry," she settled for instead.
Immediately, he jumped up and strode towards the forgotten bird once more. When he turned back around she saw that he had a long shaft of wood in one hand, that looked very much like a wand.
Harry rolled the thing over in his hands, he looked very much like he'd just been reunited with an old friend. Running his fingers over the wood, he finally gripped it in his hand and glared at Hannah.
"As I said, magic is very real. I shall show you." He rolled up his sleeves and pointed to the note that was still held in her hand. "Accio!" Was all he said and the thing zipped from her grasp, straight at her husband.
Staring impossibly at her hands, Hannah began to shake her heads. Words like 'coincidence', 'unreal', and 'impossible' ran through her head.
"More maybe?" He said then. "Expecto Patronum."
A fully grown stag was now in her living room. Hannah felt like she was going to faint. This was all very impossible. The beast flung it's head back and pranced around the room for a moment before disappearing entirely. Hannah looked at Harry with an almost frightened expression.
It had taken nearly the entire day, especially with Jane waking up and demanding breakfast, eventually they had taken her to Hannah's brother's house so they could talk, but Harry had finally gotten his wife to believe he wasn't crazy. It was the last thing he'd ever wanted to do, was get his wife to know about the magic world, but right now he had no choice.
After explaining about Hogwarts, and muggles, and witches and wizards and of countless other things, the worse still was not over. He had still not told her about Death Eathers and Voldermort, or dementors and werewolves and all those horrors.
Surprisingly, once she got over her shock, Hannah was quite interested. A little afraid, but he knew Hannah, and this whole idea fascinated her.
"But what happened this morning?" She kept saying, and he kept hushing her, and asking her to let him get to that.
He took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry I've lied to you Hannah, I'm so sorry."
"Shh, I understand- I think- please Harry I know you're supposed to keep it secret. I'm not angry at you. Please Harry," she kept comforting him. God was he lucky to have ever found her. He didn't know how he'd ever lived without her there by his side.
He sighed again, now for the hard part. "That's not what's really important," he began. "You see... my name is not Harry Black. Sirius Black was my godfather's name. My real name is Harry Potter. My parents were Lily and James, and it is with them that everything really begins."
Hannah sat patiently, waiting for the rest. Her eyes were still a little hurt, and a little worried, but he tried to ignore all that.
"You see, there was also this very powerful and very awful Dark Lord. All the wizarding world is afraid to even speak his name, his deeds were that terrible. By the time I was born, Voldermort was in full power, every wizard or witch he targeted never survived more than a couple of months. That's why it was so devastating when the Potter's were chosen as his next targets.
"Knowing they were in danger my parents took us into hiding, but it was no use. By Halloween of that year Voldermort had found us and had come himself to see us to our end. He killed my father first, then turned to my mother and me. My mum refused to budge, so he killed her, but there was something he didn't know when he turned to kill me. For my mum had died trying to protect me and her love was carried all through my body. When Voldermort touched me with his spell, a spell so foul and evil, the love she had given me counteracted the spell. It bounced off me, giving me my scar then turned on him. He was ripped from his body, and supposed destroyed. No one had even lived through the killing curse before me."
"Oh Harry," Hannah comforted. "I had no idea."
"No," he said trying to continue. "That's not it. That's only the beginning."
He sighed. "I was sent to live with the Dursleys, not to find out who I was until my eleventh birthday. Though all of my world knew my name and thought me famous for what I had done. I was raised as a muggle, that's why it came as such a surprise when I was told I had been accepted to Hogwarts, a school of magic. I of course accepted and a month later, I was training to become a wizard.
"My days in Hogwarts were... wonderful and terrifying all at once. I had discovered in my first year that the Dark Lord I had supposedly defeated, was still alive... sort of. He had become a wraith, vapor, nothingness, but he was still alive. It wasn't until my fourth year at school that he returned to his body. Nothing was ever the same after that.
"Since I had been the one to take away fourteen years of his life the Dark Lord came after me with everything he had. I spent the rest of my school years fighting against him, or in hiding from him. Those were very dark times indeed. Since Voldermort wanted me so badly and since he was so evil he stopped at nothing to try to kill me. My friends and anyone who knew me were in constant danger just for being associated with me. Anywhere I was, was attacked if I remained for more than a week or so. I was even haunted in my dreams.
"When I couldn't bear it any longer, I faced Voldermort in a final attack. By that time I had been heavily trained in battle and had gained my wizarding license. We were quit evenly matched, though I refused to touch the dark spells he used. There was one spell though, that I had discovered. Voldermort, as it had been proved, could not be killed. For he was not really human, as he had taken great precuations to try to ensure immortality. He had not succeed beyond turning himself into some... creature is the only word I can think of. Neither man nor beast, more spirit that anything.
"The spell I had found was one that would not kill him then, for he could not be destroyed, but one that could imprison him forever. To rip him from reality and trap him in... a sort of other dimension. It took all my strength, but I forced the spell at him. It worked, he was gone."
Hannah had now given up on comforting Harry, she was sitting rigidly, staring at her husband in awe, fear, and compassion.
"It took me months to recover from the spell, it was very difficult you see and I had nearly killed myself trying to use it. I tried to be happy for myself that he was gone at last, tried to enjoy wizarding life. I couldn't, I just kept remembering all that I had caused just by being alive, and all that had happened.
"After a year I found I couldn't stand to be in the magic world a minute longer. Giving only my old headmaster a short note I left, intending never to return. There was no longer any need. It took me the better half of the year to escape my followers, friends, family and the Ministry were all trying to find me. I had placed many spells upon myself though before leaving, to keep myself safe. Then I found Lyanth.
"Here I thought I could live a normal life, here I could be happy," he looked up at Hannah and smiled. "Here I met you." She smiled back, though she looked like she hadn't meant to. "Here I wished to stay in peace. Though it seems my old life won't let me," he spat out the last sentence. Then he continued on in a very low voice. "He has broken free of his prison after only seven years. Voldermort has returned."
Author's Note:
This is a little different that the other stories I am working on, but I just got this idea and had to write it down. I don't know if it's too much or what... but just give me your opinions if you review. Also tell me if there's anything I could do to make it better, or change it... or- yeah.... all that stuff. Ummm... I guess all I have to say now is that I hope you like this, and I will probably continue... and I defiantly will if I get a lot of review. If I get a lot of stinky ones then I think I'll just add a few chapters.... so yeah thanks for reading!!!
