The Legend of Harry Potter
Chapter 1: The Trespasses
Harry Potter does not belong to me.
Work Farm 34 (England)
Muggle's didn't count as being human, despite that they looked just like a wizard on the out side, and the inside, despite that they were capable of thinking and speaking and hoping and dreaming.
Despite the fact that they cried when they were sad and laughed when they were happy, despite the fact they could love and hate and were capable of all the emotions that a wizard was.
None of it mattered, not to the death eaters.
Not to the people that said that they were subhuman, incapable of thoughts as complex as a wizards, incapable to feel the same depth in there love as a wizard.
They were incapable of magic but more importantly they possessed the wrong ancestors.
They were considered animals in a humans skin, parasites who's sin was trespassing in body's they had no right to inhabit, trespassing into body's just like that of a wizard, with a heart that beat the same and blood that bleeds red.
Mat had been working for 9 hours ploughing up the ground for new plants (which he didn't know the name of but obviously held some worth to the wizards) it was hard work and the soil was poor.
Mat was part of group 8, where there were 50 of them; they ate together, worked together and slept together.
He and the other muggle's of the world spent their lives in hard labour so that the world's wizards could eat and drink richly.
The horn blasted and Matt followed the others into line and out of field E, they walked to the eating hall, which was staffed by children to young to work in fields or in the other service areas.
Apparently for the long years of the new world this had been the mercy bestowed on his people, the muggle's, they had been aloud to live to serve wizards, it was a mercy they said, because Muggle's didn't deserve to live.
Matt thought it was less to do with mercy and more because they liked to feel powerful.
If his people were not around for them to bully then they wouldn't feel as powerful, they'd had no one to prove their superiority to.
Matt despised all wizards.
All Muggle's did.
Callystah Aries Kimball retired early after an eventful day.
At 15 years of age she was the youngest of all of the death eaters, in fact she had been told that some one of her age had not been a death eater in many years.
But as the favoured niece of Lord Malfoy, and as she was happy to admit a very powerful and talented witch it was not simply luck that had gotten her there.
She was not in the inner circle yet, but she was sure that she would not have to wait long for her placement there either.
Already she was more trusted than many members of the inner circle, and she certainly had more favour with Lord Malfoy than nearly any one in the world.
Callystah prided her self in the rumours that Lord Malfoy loved her more than his own children.
When his twin sister (her mother) had been alive it was she who he had loved above all others.
And now that her mother was dead she had taken her place.
Lord Malfoy had told her personally of the situation, surely that showed his trust for her?
Either way she and a majority of death eaters were now pursuing a small group from the rebellion.
She was one of the few who knew why this group was so important.
Her uncle had told her.
They had with them some stolen books that could give the rebellion a very powerful weapon against them.
Exactly what the weapon was he had not confided in her yet.
But when the time was right she was sure he would.
Tomorrow she would be leaving with a small army of death eaters under the command of Jarlath Errol (one of Lord Malfoy's most trusted and powerful death eaters) and Arden Malfoy (his eldest son) both inner circle members and both very feared among the population.
Several inner circle members had been following the group of rebels personally, and a type of trap had been planned.
It was a good plan and with Errol there the only way the rebels would be leaving was either as there prisoners or dead.
She smiled at her self in the mirror as she brushed her long red hair.
Markus came into a landing; his companions landing next to him they quickly double-checked their surroundings.
Their wands held in sweaty hands they split up within earshot of each other silently like they did at every stop.
Markus counted his steps making sure to keep in a strait line, he didn't want to have to use magic to find his way back.
They were on the edge of a deep slope in thick trees, which would help them stay hidden but could be difficult if they got separated.
They didn't want to do anything that could possibly give their position away to any one.
What they carried was too important.
Even before they had first set out they had known how difficult their journey would be.
Finding the books had been like following a brief sent on a gust of wind.
It was a maze of information that had led them to there find… the truth was that they had not been hunting for a book, but the legendary silver box of Lucius the first.
They had hoped that they would triumph the night they discovered the ruins of a house that had once belonged to the Malfoy's, but as Markus had expected it was not that simple, numerous wards still held fast against there entry, even with there combined magical knowledge and power it had taken them several months!
They would have been tempted to give up had victory not been held tantalisingly just behind the invisible wards.
But they had persevered and broken though the weakest spot they could find.
And then, upon there entry they felt like they had gained nothing.
As they had already noticed the house was in ruins, but the extent of the damage could not be seen from the out side where the proud walls still stood (although a little crumbled) but the roof it seemed had not survived, and thick layers of Moss and grime covered all of the surfaces.
There was nothing left of value, bear walls weathered away empty rooms which contents had long since rotted.
This time there did not seem to be a victory laying waiting behind a corner.
They searched the entire house.
But it was empty.
The house was extensive and had obviously been a beautiful mansion at one stage, but now it was nothing, and it was quite empty, or that was what they had thought.
Then they discovered the dungeons.
At first it was a lot like the rest of the house, a think layer of grime and moss, but as they got in further they found a door still mostly intact.
And the door after that was fully intact.
And it was in there, that they found a room that looked like it hadn't been touched since the last inhabitants left.
And several doors led of from that.
A potions lab, an office, and some stairs that led into some chambers holding strange dark objects.
But the box was not there with them.
The dark objects held no further interest to them, so they had left that room, the potions lab had the remains of a potion still in a cauldron, as if the person who had been brewing it had never finished it, perhaps they had, had to flee unexpectedly, except that Markus knew better.
A skeleton lay on the ground between the cauldron and the door.
The office was in a state of disarray as if there had been a fight or struggle.
There was blast marks on several places obviously made by spells, an upturned desk, books all over the floor… but no silver box.
They looked tirelessly through everything.
And again they felt as though they had travelled all this way to find nothing.
That was until Verity (one of his closest and most trusted friends) who had been going through the books spoke up.
"These are his diary's" she held up four books
"Who's" Andor asked,
"What do you mean who's? Who else? Lucius's! These are all his diary's… listen to this… 'Potter did exactly as I thought he would, and is now and until I find a way to destroy it, trapped in my box'… I bet he wrote everything in these, including where he hid it"
"Unless he did find a way to destroy it…" Markus added.
Verity quickly flicked ahead and started to scan pages, all at once she slowed down as if she had found something.
With impatience the others prompted her to read it.
"He didn't destroy it, listen 'having tried as many ways to destroy it as I can be expected to, and having done extensive research I have decided that Salazar slytherin was as much of a genius as we give him credit for, I can not destroy that box, I despise that my plan has been so outwitted, but no fowl will come from this. I will instead hide this box so well that nobody will ever find it, not even my lord when he is once again powerful'"
And with further hunting they found written down the whereabouts of the hidden box.
Deciding each of the diaries might have a wealth of information they took all of them with them when they departed hurriedly three days later.
At that time there travels had been easier as they had been the only ones who had known the great secrets they carried with them.
Markus found his way back to the others with out a problem, they were sitting closely huddled together on the ledge waiting for him.
"Like I said all of this area is clear of people, we are free to have a good sleep with out worry, the first time in too long if you ask me" Andor said.
2 weeks earlier
Toivo closed his eyes; he didn't know what was going to happen to him next.
He wished they would kill him soon.
His body was exhausted, he was starving, dehydrated and he was still shaking involuntarily, an after effect of crucio.
'Please let it be over soon' he thought.
Long since had he given up on hope, long since had he realise escape was impossible, long since had he realised his only way out was death, and ever since he had realised it he had been wishing for that time.
A dark figure moved towards him from the shadows.
The sound of his footsteps sent waves of fear through Toivo because he knew his time had not yet come.
They had not finished with him, because he had yet to give them what they wanted.
He knew they would not let him die until they had it.
And oh how he longed for death.
A deep endless sleep.
And his body wanted to relent and his mind told him over and over that he had withstood for long enough, that he had done good enough.
That he could die with out guilt.
But his heart stepped in when ever peace was with in his grasp.
His heart that loved his friends and loved the light, the peace and prosperity that he knew could be the worlds.
His love would not let him die and because he longed for peace for this world he could have none yet.
His mouth and eyes clenched closed, his body twitched and shook and cramped and he screamed but little sound came out any more, the pain wouldn't end or relent and a million times in those minutes under the cruciatus curse he wanted only to make it stop, he would tell them any thing, he would betray all he believed in and all he loved.
But when the curse did relent for him to break he could see Markus's face in his mind and he forced him self to consider it murdering his friend to give in.
He knew soon, very soon, he would in his mind become a murderer, he loved and he believed in better things, but sometimes not even love and hope can save a person.
'Father I am truly sorry' he thought.
Right then his Father had no idea that Toivo was not at the out post he had recently been assigned to in London, he had no idea that Toivo and three others from the London outpost were missing presumed dead.
Communication to the outposts would be halted soon because news of a book would cause the empire to fall into a form of chaos it had not known in hundreds of years.
So knowledge that his son was missing would not reach him till much later.
Work camp 34
Matt travelled silently, through the borders of the farm; into the countryside that he knew could be his death.
The wizards had long since desisted with much effort in keeping the Muggle's there, before each shift there numbers were checked if some one from a group was missing, then they would kill three of there group for every missing, but that didn't happen, moving out of the protected boundary's of the farms or city's was suicide for a Muggle, dark and dangerous creatures lurked in the spaces between them.
A Muggle, even a group wouldn't survive out there long, it was a well-known fact.
All there life would be spent on the farm, there was no escape with out death.
Matt's purpose to venture beyond the farm was not for freedom.
There were 50 men in his group.
50 hungry men.
The food they were given left them hungry and hunger gave them sleep that was filled with nightmares, and work times that were drawn out by their hunger.
Matt went beyond the farm for food.
As much as he could carry for his family, for that was what they were, those 50 men, they were as much of a family as any of them had ever had.
Matt did this because of his father,
His father took him beyond the borders of the farm as a small boy to teach him what his farther had also taught him as a boy.
To help make there lives a bit more bearable.
He taught him what plants that grew in the forest were eatable.
The wizards did travel into the forests but not very often.
There were no roads from the farms, as wizards did not need them to get to one of there city's or towns, they had there own manners of travel.
He was always careful and quiet to not disturb anything.
And he never stayed longer than he needed to.
But even so he knew one day he would not return to the farm, he would eventually lose his life doing this, just like his father had.
Wild fruit was plentiful in areas of the forest and matt often found large spaces filled with bushes of them.
He filled a shirt with fruit tonight as quickly as he could.
Then just as silently as he had come moved back through the forest and into the safe boundaries of the farm.
The fruit would give all of his group extra energy, divided by 50 it was not much each, but it helped in more ways than hunger.
Several others had volunteered to come with him, but the more that came the greater the risk of losing a person and if they lost one person then they would lose three more for them.
It was already a great enough risk with him doing it.
Markus woke with a start; there was a hand over his mouth.
His eyes flew open to see Andor's face hovering close by, a finger to his lips.
Quickly his senses woke up, something was wrong.
At the beginning of their journey eight of them had set out, there were still six of them now, just the six of them with the whole empire looking for them…
They had come together in a common goal, their was Markus, son of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Toivo his best friend and son of a highly respected and slightly insane Order Official, Verity there friend who's family had been in the order for many long years, Anneliese, Verity's best friend (also from an old order family) Andor part of the London out-post with a brother also in the order, Alde also of the London outpost, Spiro not an order member but some one they had come to trust with there lives, and Larry who had been in the order since he was a small boy.
Now it was just Markus, Verity, Andor, Alde, Spiro and Larry.
Markus thought of the other two as little as possible.
Since Anneliese's death and Toivo's capture they had not had time to waste grieving…
Markus moved quickly to his feet "what is it" he whispered to Andor, behind Andor he could see Larry hurriedly packing things away into there bags, his nearly white blond hair making him stand out the most of all of them, Alde was to his left stuffing blankets into bags, they wouldn't dear risk packing with magic.
"Verity was on her watch, she herd something, woke Spiro for his shift early and went to investigate on her broom, there are death eaters at all of our major exits, through the valley in front and by the river at both ends. We cant risk the brooms with out being seen, and…"
"And what?"
"And she thinks she was seen"
"What! She knows we're supposed to be careful, she knows the danger where in!"
"How was she to know that the place would be swarming with death eaters!" Andor replied,
There was a long silence as the weight of the situation suddenly hit Markus
"Somehow they found a way to follow us, or they knew we were coming" Markus said,
"I don't know how they could of… we led them on such a wild chase, I was sure we must have lost them in France, how did they even know we had crossed back into England!"
"They knew we would be heading this way eventually, I say they put all of the coast on alert and we were spotted by some one and didn't know"
Markus turned to see Spiro had just arrived back closely followed by Verity "I say the empire is more worried over this than we first realised, I say he is putting a lot of his forces into finding us, I say we are in a lot of trouble" Spiro came to a halt next to them.
"We got a good look from the top of a ridge, in the middle of the valley about ten kilometres away there's a work camp, we think there using it as there base, either way we cant use the valley or fly out. The river is our best bet, but they have it covered at all ends," said verity also at a whisper,
"I don't doubt that they do, having already spotted some one on there broom!" Markus bit out at her, then in a more normal voice "why are we whispering?"
"We're still not sure if there searching the area, we haven't come across any, but we don't want to go looking to hard for them either do we, sound travels a long way in the silence of the forest" Andor said
"I think its best if we stay together and stay quiet but keep moving, we need to find a good hiding place, remember they have the advantage, they can use magic, we cant without giving ourselves away. We must remember that if one of us forgets and uses our wands we could all be dead"
They all looked at each other, including Alde who had finished packing and joined them.
They all saw the fear they felt reflected back at them.
They all understood the danger they were in.
And none of them yet knew how they were going to get out of it.
All that is with exception to Larry was looking skywards in what appeared to be disinterest.
