So usually in order to get a good feel for a ff I need at least two posts so I hope everyone likes it!
Harry Potter had walked away from the only life he had ever known in search of a solution to the horrors that filled it. He had given up Ginny Weasley in order to protect her and only hoped that one day they would be given the opportunity to reunite. It had been a little over a month since he had been alone but now he had to reemerge into the world for a night. He had made a promise to his best friend and his adoptive family that he would attend a wedding, and he wasn't one to go back on a promise.
When he walked away at the end of the wedding he would have two partners on his quest to save the world and his feelings on the matter were still a question to him. He would be glad to not be completely alone on this mission but at the same time by having them along with him he would be endangering his friends.
Over the past month he had spent his time scouring the English countryside searching and spying on potential death eaters. He had studied their every movement, their every meeting, and every wary glance they had given to the outside world. He had divided the death eaters into two classifications: one was the type of person who had joined out of fear in the thought that they would be able to protect their families, the second was the type of person who relished on the fear of others.
This type of person had no soul; it had been darkened by the magic that they craved and their cravings never seemed to be satiated. These were the type of people that Harry feared most, he knew that he could break through the fear in people and get them to lay down their arms. The ones with no souls could not be bartered with, they could not be reasoned with, they could not be trusted not among themselves. He had noticed that they had a sense of distrust among each other; they did not want to work with the others and knew that they only did because their "master" told them to.
Harry also had a sickening feeling that Voldemort knew of the divisions between his followers. He always teams his followers up with others from their group. He will always place the scared ones together and give them lesser assignments, such as guarding meetings. The soulless ones are grouped together and it almost seemed as though Voldemort did so in order to watch them tear each other apart, as if it was a game to him. Harry had heard the phrase "it's a dog eat dog world" but that phrase certainly came true with those death eaters. These were the people that Voldemort had been sending out to kidnap and kill people.
Harry shook his head. The last war had ended when a curse on an innocent baby had rebound and ripped the Dark Lord from his body and Harry often found himself wondering if that was to be the fate of this war too. If out there somewhere at this very moment was a young family living in fear of the Dark Lord, and he wondered if like his own family, they would be singled out. He wondered is the young child's mother would sacrifice her life like his mother had and save the baby, which would once again rip Tom Riddle's soul from his body. Harry did not know if any of that was true, but what he did know was that he was going to try as hard as he could to destroy the evil man before any other child had to share the same fate that he did. He wanted to make sure that no other child would become famous for surviving an attack that left both of its parent's dead. So far Voldemort had not gone as low as to involve the children in this battle but Harry knew that it would only be a matter of time. Something was coming, he didn't know what it was but he didn't like it. He had watched the Death Eaters for weeks now and only in the past few days did they begin to really squirm, even the non-fearful were becoming afraid. Something was on its way that not even the most evil of men were scared of, that is, only the most evil man sat back on his throne and smiled at the coming darkness.
Light flooded Harry's face as the door to the Weasley's house swung open. He felt disconnected and saddened to not feel the warmth he usually felt, but with all of the thoughts on his mind it was no surprise. What did surprise him however was the young redhead who opened the door, a girl who he had not spoken to since that fated day where he walked away from her for her safety.
"Harry." Ginny Weasley said to him. He could see the relief on her face, whether it was the fact that he was still alive or the fact that he had shown up after more than a month of no contact with anyone he wasn't sure. He had a feeling though, that it was for both reasons and many more.
~RH
