A/N: Hey, how was the last chapter? Okay, Good, Bad? Hopefully you guys really liked it; this chapter should get better even though it's a strange one. It has many twists … some may be surprising … especially who the 'Dark Lord' is … One hint … It's not Tom Riddle … Okay? Here we go… I KNOW, SOME OF YOU GUYS WERE DISAPPOINTED. THAT'S WHY I'VE REDONE THIS CHAPTER WITH MORE DETAIL AND SCENES. IT'S TWO PAGES LONGER THAN IT WAS AND AN EVIL, EVIL, EVIL CLIFFIE! WHOO-HOO!
Curses and Kisses
'til the bottom,
Mushugirl
Far From Home
Chapter 3: Curses and Cramps
Harry fell as the spells made contact with his chest causing him to skid back a bit. As his vision turned black, he saw Dumbledore's face just inches above his…
Dumbledore sighed as he watched thee Harry Potter, biggest known supporter of You-Know-Who, fall to the floor with grace after having ten or more stunning spells thrown onto him. He'd be lucky if he were to wake up in a couple of weeks! Dumbledore grinned at this thought – no Harry Potter for a week meant no more dark, dark plans because Potter was the one who organized these plans for the Dark Lord.
Grinning mischievously, a strange site for Dumbledore, he skipped towards one of the Floo fireplaces; leaving the aurors to deal with Harry Potter. Dumbledore grabbed a large amount of Floo powder – 'The more, the faster!' as the ads proclaimed, chucked the Floo powder into the fireplace, stepped through and yelled, "HOGWARTS INFIRMARY!"
With a swoosh of his cloak, Dumbledore was gone leaving a slight imprint of magic behind him. Everyone who had been watching him looked in awe as he left. He had such a presence, nobody would dare to defy him – that's what he tried to do, make people serve him.
As Dumbledore landed in the Hogwarts Infirmary, toppling over slightly and then standing back up straight, he summoned a quill, ink and piece of parchment to write a letter on. He was writing to his dear friend today…
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Remus watched as the boy he had just met in the elevator, fall to the ground after being hit with over ten stunners from ministry employees. He had looked so vulnerable as he had pet his patronus, which was an exact replica of a friend of his' animagus form. There was no way in hell that that boy was Potter. He had just saved almost everyone without a second thought about himself; he had just conjured a white patronus; he had saved Remus in the elevator when Remus had almost strangled him. If Remus had had held any longer, Harry Potter, he realized later, could have been strangled by his vice-like grip. With his flexibility from his 'one-a-month' curse, he was strong; he was not to be messed with. But, from all the years he had served as a monster, he had a very, very soft side.
"Remus? Buddy?"
Remus blinked and had the courtesy to blush at the thought that he had been staring into space for a matter of minutes, not blinking.
"Sorry … What was that, Sirius?" Remus asked politely, looking at the other two marauders. The third had been a traitor, a betrayer. He had been sent away …
The figures to his left shifted and in quiet voices, they each agreed that they'd go to their wives; except for Remus who was single. Certain laws prohibited him from getting married and other things…
"Well, I'm camping out at his house…" Sirius said to Remus while he nodded in consent. They both turned to 'the mirror', as Harry had once thought he was, and pleaded for him to let them come with him – the other aurors could do without him. Besides – Potter was out! That meant everybody should rejoice. Without any more fuss, James Potter; Harry Potter's biological father, agreed with a laugh to allow them back to his home that he shared with his beautiful wife and second son. He was determined not to let this son become evil, so he spoiled him with everything that he wanted. Yes, Jacob Potter was one rich guy with a broom to match his personality – the Menacing Melloy 2004…
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Hours, maybe even days had gone by since the attack on the ministry and the many people who had been there had spread the news, which in turn was spread by those people and such. All those that knew, which was basically the whole world were rejoicing because Harry Potter had finally been caught. The right-hand man of You-Know-Who had been caught. Nobody actually knew who was You-Knew-Who, except for his men, not even the headmaster of Hogwarts. Hogwarts had once been a place of safety … of assurance. But ever since the impending war had been going, nobody was safe. Not even the street beggers that resided in Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley … once the best place in the entire Wizard World to shop. It had been blown to smithereens, but some lucky people (who had lots of money) had made it all right and were starting new businesses in Hogsmeade. It was said that Hogsmeade was the next generation of 'Diagon Alley'. Some people agreed – it was getting larger, but the latter of the group disagreed – they didn't want rumors starting about it because it might too end up as Diagon Alley did.
Many of the ministry workers, though both easy and hard to tell, worked for You-Know-Who. On their arms were picture of eagles with red eyes – no, not snakes … eagles. You-Know-Who had been a ravenclaw, after-all. There were many mysteries surrounding that person. People couldn't even tell you if You-Know-Who was a boy or girl. Many of the students who had once been in Hogwarts, such as Ron Weasley and Draco Black, were now classified as Aurors, even though they were still only young-adults at the mere age of eighteen. The population had decreased much; too much, since the attack on Diagon Alley, which was in fact actually only three and a half months beforehand.
The sly Slytherin, Right-hand man and cunning Harry Potter, had planned it. The Death-Eaters had even left their mark – a shiny, silver otter-like eagle. It may have even been a hippogriff; point was – it was a mix of animals; You-Know-Who's favorite animals. Many theories were made up on the facts of You-Know-Who. For one fact, a ravenclaw; for another, while in school, very good at the light arts. What had made this person turn dark? Well, now that was a question…
-(Should I stop now? No? Okay … Read on my little birdies! Lol. I'm hyper, papers in an hour…)
Updated: Did papers – took me 1.5 hours! Yuck … my feet are all nasty…-
Harry awoke to a hazy dusk … and screaming. He had never liked screaming – who would? All those times that Aunt Petunia had shouted at him at the top of her lungs … all the times that Voldemort had cackled … his mother and fathers dying screams … He shook his head, he had many bad, bad thoughts. Not dirty, just evil.
"No … noo … nooo …" He moaned as he tried to sit up straight. Too many voices … to many words … too many pictures …
Harry was in no condition to be moving around like that, he was lucky he had only been out for about 24 hours, but he didn't know that, did he know? Through all of his confusion, which happened to be a lot, he faintly heard at least two voices coming through the door. They must have been the guards or whoever that kept him in this place – whatever it was. Well, whatever it was, it was certainly a jail of types. He choked a little for air, he hadn't realized he hadn't been breathing … just holding his breath. The voices were strangely familiar, but hazy. He had maybe, just maybe, heard them before. But this place … this world … this dream! That was all it was, wasn't it? Where was Hermione when you needed her?
"Just … please … let … see…"
"No – he's … out … dead…"
"Please…"
"Why?"
"He's … friend … son…"
Harry blocked out the rest of the words and slowly crawled into a corner, only to find himself falling into a small hole that smelled very bad. Opening his eyes, letting what little light there was from the grimy window in, he surveyed his area. What he realized, at that moment, was that he was indeed sitting in a hole … a hole used for certain deposits.
'Yuck … ewww … ewww …' His mind screamed as he edged his way out of the hole and into the dirty ray of light. Luckily, he hadn't been hit or touched by anything.
He sighed softly; at least one thing wouldn't go wrong! A soft scraping noise alerted his attention towards where he thought the entrance and exit was stationed. As the door scraped more and more open, Harry had to admit he was finally glad to have company. He could have been really bored. But, once he saw his company, he deeply regretted his thoughts. Instead of a visitor visiting him in this hole-of-a-room, it was a dementor. No, not just one, but three and he had no wand. He was outnumbered. Just as he heard the faint screams of terror starting to overwhelm him, the dementors parted. As Harry looked up, he smiled faintly at the person who was striding over towards him before he fell into a darkness where screams of terror echoed around stone walls and where snakes would bite enemies and friends alike…
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As James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin arrived at 31, Godric's Hollow; a friendly voice rang out through the house.
"James? Is that you honey?" Lily voice came from the kitchen.
Sirius' mouth dropped and his tongue slipped out as he smelt the air – turkey.
"Hey Lily … I brought the boys home…" James said as he entered the kitchen, giving his wife a kiss on the lips softly. A groan came from Lily.
"Don't tell me … no! Don't you just nod! He ate all my roast last time …" Lily said playfully as Sirius and Remus joined the table while she checked the turkey. She looked up and gave Sirius an evil glare while, still watching him; she put the oven mitts onto the counter and sat on James' lap. Sirius gave his best puppy-dog eyes and Lily just had to give in, but not without a little comment, first …
"So … Sirius, how's your wife doing?" Lily asked, a witty reply already forming in her mind.
"She's fine … you know what? I should invite her over here too …"
"No … you … must … go … to … your … wife…" Lily said sounding out the syllables as if Sirius was just a one-year-old baby.
"You know what guys? I'm going back to my flat, see you all later…" Remus said as he headed over to the front door.
"Bye Remus!" He heard as he closed the door.
Halfway down the street, Remus looked around cautiously as if looking for something or someone. Good – no one was following him. He had a couple plans today, most of them being 'Harry Potter'. He had to solve the mystery of this boy before he was sentenced to the kiss…
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After Remus had left, a soft 'thud' could be heard from upstairs.
"Jacob?" Lily asked as she stood up quickly making James wince in slight pain. Lily didn't notice though, she was too busy making her way up the stairs to see how her only son, at least in her eyes, was doing. Normally, he had loud music playing, not loud 'thuds' from his room. Curiously, as Lily started her way up to the fourth floor, where Jacob's room was located. Another 'thump' and 'thud' was heard and it seemed to be getting closer as Lily came to the door that closed off the stairs up to the fourth floor. Just as she touched the doorknob that led to the fourth floor, the door shook as something from behind it, hit it. Lily, trembling slightly, opened the door leading to the stairs, looking first at the bottom of the staircase.
"JAMES!" Lily screamed, terrorized at the site before her. Trailing down the stairs was a rusty-red tinge that screamed 'blood' and there, at the bottom of the stairs, lay Jacob Potter, his eyes closed and his body bruised and bloody.
Being a mediwitch, Lily immediately saw the signs of breathing as she grabbed hold oh her Jacob and cried her heart out. From behind her, she could her James irratical breathing and Sirius' harsh words. Just as she looked up, however, time seemed to freeze. There, at the top of the staircase was her first born … Harry Potter.
(A/N: Sorry that I couldn't write more – I know, it's disappointing, but still – hey, it's an update! Got lots of exams and stuff, so 'Til later; MuShU gIrL!
How was this evil, evil chapter? Major cliffy … that's how I like it! I hope to get major reviews for this, so … See ya 'til next time and … ENNY PLEASE UPDATE YOUR STORY! I'M DYING FROM A CLIFF HANGER! Lol.)
