Kings and Pawns

Chapter 2: The Kings Apprentice


Rated M just in case.

Harry Potter does not belong to me.

This Story is dedicated to Jewl4Life


'Sounds like wizards, if some ones not perfect its ok - just kill them, problem solved' Matt (The Legend of Harry Potter).

Harry Potters Diary

Entry One.

I don't really know how to start this. Everything turned to crap. Like always. Whenever things start looking up, everything gets taken away. Voldemort killing my parents, Sirius dieing, and then being captured. It always comes down to the same scum, the one that took everything he could from me. I will never fully understand why he wanted to torment me so much. Before I was captured I'd never even meet the man, unless you count when he tried to murder me as a baby, but I would hardly call that an introduction.

I'm supposed to write in this about that part of my life, the blank part. I call it that because mostly I like to pretend that it never happened. Sometimes it works even. At times I can sit at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione and for a while I forget. But it's never far behind me. It comes back to me in my dreams and with the right trigger flashes across my senses so that I will always know what I am.

I am writing in this diary because I promised Albus I would, and I prefer to keep my promises. I am currently a sort of prisoner. I say that because I am not allowed to leave, and when I am not kept locked in my room I must be supervised at all times. However I am back in my old room with all my boyhood treasures, and I am never left long locked up on my own (whether I want to be or not) and when out I can wonder freely enough, though with the knowledge I am being shadowed. Albus says this is not a permanent arrangement and eventually I will be allowed back into Gryffindor tower to enjoy the freedom I once had.

He does not trust me as he used to. But I don't expect him to. He is after all, very protective of his students. He would not put them in danger for anything, not even me. I am expecting him soon, which is good because he'll come in and see me writing in this and hopefully think it's a regular occurrence. He will be pleased; he'll think I'm getting better (his words not mine). I know he's worried about me, but he shouldn't be. He should be worried about my victims. Because they will never be getting better.

Here he is now. He doesn't think I've noticed him. Until latter.

The kings apprentice


Harry circled their make shift Quidditch pitch in anticipation… he, Ron, Ginny and Fred were playing against Gorge, Percy, Bill and Charlie in what had turned out to be a surprisingly close game. The elder boys had expected to dominate immediately but instead both teams were neck in neck, Harry himself thought that Percy held them back a bit. He kept on yelling instructions to his brothers though he was the only member of their team who had never actually played Quidditch for a school team…

Mr Weasley came wondering out of the Barrow; he looked like a small dot from where Harry was looking down for the snitch. But the collective groan of his friends brought his attention to the man whom was obviously waving for them to come inside. Harry didn't mind, Christmas dinner was ready and he loved Mrs Weasley's cooking.

It didn't take him long to land and join the others in the trek back to the house. Ginny was quick to fall in step beside him. He smiled side ways at her, her cheeks burned slightly red and she returned his smile. The slight red tinge in her cheeks suited her, he briefly thought of reaching out to take her hand, but stoped himself, 'she's my best friends little sister' he thought.

The group came to a sudden halt when Percy tripped up apparently on nothing and fell to the ground.

He pushed himself off the ground and turned to glare at the twins, opening his mouth wide, his finger in the air obviously about to speak when a collective popping noise filled the air, the sound of many people disapparating. Harry and the others spun around in surprise, there were anti-apparition wards placed around the burrow especially for Harry's visit. Exactly how the intruders had managed it didn't matter right then though as Harry fell to his knees clutching his scar.

Harry was barely aware of anything, there was movement and screams and flashes all around him, and then everything went black.

He was aware of talking, of the sound of some one weeping. A horrible headache. He was laying on something soft. Carefully he opened his eyes and sat up. He was on the couch in the lounge of the barrow; the room was filled with the Weasley's and their guests, Remus Lupin and Tonks. He tentatively touched his head, it was still aching. He yelped in surprise when the ground and walls shook. But no one noticed him, they were to busy looking out of the windows in horror.

"What if he can't get here in time" he heard Mrs Weasley sob. Mr Weasley was clutching his wife to him tightly.

"You can't talk like that"

A horrible high-pitched scream caused every one to wince, Harry noticed just how upset and shaken every one was. How terrified. The screaming continued sending Mrs Weasley into inconsolable sobbing in which she fought to get away from her husband and to the door.

"There's nothing we can do yet"

Still feeling weak and confused. His head pounding Harry stood up. The screaming outside had gone silent, but the residents of the barrow did not move themselves away from the window.

Slowly Harry walked forward, towards Ron's back. Frowning a bit he saw that is friend was shaking. The death eaters were obviously still there, but the wards on the house it self seemed to be holding.

Stepping up next to his friend he looked out into what was now darkness. He could see them, the white masks seemingly floating in the night. He felt a horrible shiver run through his body, they were vastly outnumbered, and even worse he knew that Voldemort was somewhere out there also.

And then further in the darkness, past where he could see the screaming started again, and it sounded familiar.

Turning again to look at everyone, his eyes fell one at a time on the Christmas day guests. Ron, the twins, Percy, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Remus and Tonks. The screaming broke down into silence again. Where was Ginny?

"Ginny!" he felt him self shout, "where's Ginny"

Several eyes were on him then, sad, horrified eyes.

Pushing past them he rushed for the door only to be tackled "there's nothing you can do Harry" thrashing around he fought against the arms that held him, but they were so much stronger than him.

"GIVE ME HARRY POTTER OR THE GIRL DIES" a horrible voice boomed through the house.

Shaking Harry turning to see that it was Lupin that had tackled him and who now had a tight hand on his arm.

With tears in his eyes Harry looked into Lupins eyes "let me go" he said.

"No" the werewolf said squeezing still tighter. All eyes were now on the two, but no one moved.

Slowly Harry pulled his wand from his pocket and raised it up to Lupins face "let me go" he said again.

"No" Lupin said shaking his head "I wont let you do this Harry. Think about it, he's not going to let her go" there was another heart wrenching sob from Mrs Weasley "even if you do go out there"

"I have to try" Harry said "let go"

"I already told yo…"

"I said LET GO!" Suddenly Lupin was thrown through the air by an invisible force into the opposite wall, which he hit hard, slowly sliding down the wall he fell unconscious still staring towards Harry.

Harry only stood for a moment looking at his Godfathers last friend in mild surprise.

Turning towards the door he opened it, It had grown dark quickly, he could see the floating masks staring at him, terror filled him but he bit it down. Turning he looked one last time at the occupants of the barrow, Tonks was at Lupin's side, with tears in her eyes. The others were just looking at him, none of them made any move to stop him. It was like none of them could make up there minds. And then before they could decide he was gone.

He closed the door behind him and walked out into the cold night air. The white masks surrounded him showing him the way. The pain in his scar grew and grew. The death eaters made no move to grab him; instead they just walked beside him to his doom. Never saying a thing to him. He moved slowly hoping that his surrender would save Ginny, but stalling long enough would save them both.

He knew that Voldemort was most likely going to kill him. He would want to finish what he had started all of those years ago. He had always suspected that this day would come.

He just hadn't expected it to be so soon. He was only thirteen years of age. He felt far to young to die. Closing his eyes briefly he hoped that Dumbledore would hurry up. His life now depended on his guardian's untimely arrival.

Stepping down onto the very same field they used as a quidditch pitch Harry stifled a gasp and stumbled. The stabbing in his scar was becoming unbearable.

Taking it as slowly as he could he found himself drawing closer to the dark shadow that stood waiting for him, terrible red eyes watching his every step.

Then he saw her on the dirt at Voldemort's feet, curled into a ball sobbing. All thoughts of stalling left his mind as he ran forward and cradled her in his arms.

"I'm sorry" her shaking voice managed.

"No" Harry said, "This is all my fault"

Gasping he clenched his eyes closed as pain enveloped him.

"Harry Potter" the monster beside him said triumphantly "the boy who lived"

Suddenly arms grabbed him and wrenched him away from his friend.

Before Harry knew what was happening there was a flash of green light and an unearthly scream as the killing curse hit little Ginny Weasley killing her almost instantly.

"NOOOOOOO" he screamed fighting to free himself "YOU SAID YOU'D LET HER GO" and finding himself suddenly free he rushed forward to scoop her lifeless body back into his arms. It was obvious that she was dead, for she hung limply in his arms, her head lulled to the side. Her lifeless eyes staring off at nothing.

She shook in his arms and for a moment Harry hoped that maybe she had survived just as he had once. But soon he realised it was his own sobbing that was causing her body to tremble.

A sudden powerful hate pulsed through his body as he gently placed her on the ground. Standing calmly, wiping the blood from his scar Harry turned to face Voldemort. His wand in his hand.

Voldemort was watching Harry with an interest that only fuelled Harry's hate, raising his wand; the torture spell in his mind looking into the eyes of his enemy Harry began the spell "curic…" But Harry never got to finish, Voldemort was quicker and Harry found him-self thrown onto the ground his wand gone from his hand.

Pushing himself back up to his feet, Harry knew it was hopeless. His body still shaking he was standing before the most powerful dark lord for centuries and he was wandless and alone. Even worse was the small red haired body laying just meters from him.

"Did you really think you stood a chance against me Harry" Voldemort said before looking down at the dead body of the Weasley girl. "Of corse not –" he said and took several strides to where the body lay "you did it to save her didn't you" he kicked her body over "pathetic" he spat.

Harry was barely aware of what he was doing as he charged madly at the evil man. The man quickly over powered him, even as he swung with all his might. He found Voldemort's arms wrapped around him and his scar exploded with pain so horrible that it blocked out nearly every other sensation even the intense squeezing of apparition, but then he found himself on the ground, gasping for breath, tears streaming from his face, he was exhausted, to weak to lift his head or pay attention to the orders being given by his greatest enemy, Harry greeted the blackness of unconsciousness readily.


Harry opened his eyes. It was dark. His entire body ached. Pushing himself up he could see nothing but darkness. He ran his hands over the cold hard stones beneath him and the events of the night before came back in a horrible rush, quickly he squeezed his eyes closed in desperation pushing away the memories as hard as he could, grasping at the rough ground with his nails.

And then the weight of his predicament hit him, terrified he felt his way to a wall and followed it to another and then another still before he found his hands grasp on to cold metal bars which stretched from the ground to beyond his reach. Even though he could feel that they were just centimetres away he could not see them, the darkness was too thick. He did not know how long he had been unconscious and so did not know if it should be night or day.

Finding a corner he slid down and rested his back against the wall. He could not help but wonder why Voldemort had not killed him yet. He knew the possibility the he wished to keep him for information was very real. But he knew nothing that could help Voldemort since he was not yet considered old enough to join the order.

Harry knew it was only so long before either death eaters or Voldemort himself came for him. Clutching his body tightly to himself Harry waited. It was like walking out the door of the Barrow all over again. Every noise seemed amplified to him, he kept wondering wether he could hear footsteps. His relief at still being left alone only lasted for moments before his tension once again grew. His stomach was soon cramping horribly and his breathing was erratic.

Realising that if he did not calm himself he might lose control, he focused on evening out his breathing. When he had a steady rhythm once again established he knew the best thing he could do was to focus on something else, otherwise the waiting could break him. So he focused his mind on potions.

Though potions were definitely not his favourite subjects, it was the best choice he knew for the sort of thing he needed. He could create the potion in his mind, putting in each ingredient, and following each of the steps. He did not have a perfect memory so when he got stuck he used up time stoping to think through each step. It turned into an almost fun game of problem solving. 'Snape would be proud' he thought with some real amusement and for a while he became so absorbed in his game that the knowledge of where he was and what might happen to him settled in to the back of his mind for a small time.

It might have been because of this that Harry did not at first notice the chill that was filling his dungeon prison. But a shrill scream brought him back quickly. There was a thin sheen of ice growing over the floor and Harry lifted his hands to warm under his armpits. It only took a moment longer for Harry's breath to hitch in his throat. Dementors.

"No, Not Harry!"

"Please, take me instead"

"Not Harry!"

The voice of his mother was sobbing, begging with the horrible monster for his life.

It lifted its wand "NO!" Harry screamed.

"Avada Kedavra"

"NO! Please no" Harry watched his mother's lifeless body fall to the ground.

Was this going to be how Voldemort would destroy him? Harry wondered as he clutched his head in his hands trying to fight the memories, which were coming back with more clarity than they should have. But even with his hands over his ears he could here her screaming, and even with his hands over his eyes he could see her dead body.

Were the Dementors here to give him the kiss? The cruellest destruction. With new horror he clenched his hands over his mouth giving up on his ears and eyes.

"Run!" his godfathers voice echoed all around him.

"No, not you too" Harry sobbed to himself as he felt his way along the wall, he had to get away, although in the darkness surrounded by the cold and screams of those he loved he could not tell if he were moving away or closer to the disgusting emptiness of the Dementors.

"Run! Run!" the screams were horrible, terrible.

Harry turned back; he couldn't stand to run away any longer, what were they doing to his godfather?

Using his wand to blow away the smoke, following the screams each one sending pain into his chest Harry finally came to the group of Aurors and screamed.

Then Harry could see and here nothing. His body fell limply to the stone ground.


"Sirius?"

His Godfather was doing that thing again, when he stared ahead like he wasn't even there.

"Sirius?" he said shaking his arm.

His Godfathers empty face turned to look at him, recollection suddenly stirred in them "Harry! What are you doing still up?"

"I was worried about you"

Sirius considered him for a moment "let me do the worrying cub" standing up wearily he took Harry's hand and led him back to his bedroom "you should have been asleep ages ago, you have a big day tomorrow"

"Do I really have to go back to school?"

Sirius picked up the boy and lifted him into his bed before sitting down next to him "we've been over this a hundred times…"

"Have not"

"You know what I mean"

Harry looked away from his Godfather.

"Look, its not going to be like your old school, there will be no Dudley there and if anything, anything at all happens tell me and I'll sort it out faster than you can say padfoot"

Harry nodded but didn't seem convinced "listen Harry, I wont let any one hurt you, if anything and I mean anything happens I want you to tell me"

"Why are you sad?" Harry asked turning his emerald green eyes back to Sirius.

"I'm – it's complicated"

"You miss my mum and dad"

Sirius closed his eyes "yes" but then he found a small hand in his.

"You have me now though, I'm your family now"

Sirius opened his eyes and smiled "yes you are"

"I hope that you don't die too"

The smile left Sirius's face and Harry turned away again "I'm not going anywhere cub"

"How do you know?"

"I'm not going any where"

"Do you promise?"

"You don't have to worry, I'm not going anywhere"

"Promise?"

"Go to sleep"

"Yes but promise?"

"Harry!"

"Promise!" Harry's pleading eyes looked up at him.

"I Promise – now go to sleep"

"Ok, good night Sirius"

"Night pup"


Authors Note:

Seacilin: thanks for your review. I agree completely… I did leave it like that. I hadn't noticed until you said something…

Thank you PleiadesWolfe, Pithy, proof, petalpixie, Werewolf777 and ebil angel for your reviews.

I hope i didnt confuse any one. chapter one is in the middle of this story, this chapter has gone back to the start. The part at the end of this chapter is a memory from the past. There should not be to many of them in this story though.