AN: next chapter … a little bit harry perspective

Chapter 2: Family Sacrifices

HPOV

Time seems to past so slow when you're unable to feel. Emptiness is my award of letting the ones who love me die, for being the cause of their deaths. My only comfort is the silence from the Dursleys and my dreams of Bella.

As the dream continue I watch the little girl grow into a teenage, watch her raise her mum as if she was the child, watch her endure the awkward loneliness of never belonging or fitting in among her peers, and her sacrifice herself for her mum happiness. I watch her board the plane from Arizona to Washington, leaving her mum to her happiness of her married life and leaving her sunny home to the cold and wet of Forks.

I have noticed as these dreams continue I am able to feel again. I can feel Bella's emotions, her joy at seeing her mum happiness, her humor at her mum antics, her sadness of being alone, and her determination to see her sacrifice to the end.

I observe her arrival to Forks, the small happiness at seeing her Dad and her joy for the old truck given to her. I watch as she goes to school nervous and unsure at first then feel the shift as her first day continues. I watch her feel overwhelmed of the attention, and tolerant of her new status. Then she met the Cullens.

I know right away that they were vampires and I felt Bella attraction to the bronze one. I watch as he warned her away from him but questions her on everything about her, studying her like a new toy. I watch the car accident and how he saved her, her finding the truth about the Cullens from a Quileute Legend, and Edward finding her stopping the thugs from hurting her. I watch her meet the rest of the Cullens, Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Emmett, Alice and Jasper.

My dreams show the ballgame, the nomads, the chase and the ballet studio and what Bella went through. As I watch these events and feel Bella's deep and soulful love for Edward, her understanding adoration of the Cullens, and her determination to protect them. I felt her fear, her irrational terror at the thought of James having her mum. I watched her manipulate her emotions to block Jasper's gift, but I could still feel what she truly felt and not what she projected or displayed. I felt her delight that her mum was safe and not in danger and her resignation of her fate. Her surprise and relief at the arrival of Edward and the Cullens, and the agonizing hurt the burning pain of the venom in her blood. I watch her return to Forks and feel her guilt of worrying her Dad, the prom, and her birthday, the incident, and the departure of the Cullens. Edward breaking her before he leaves her in forest, I watch him run from Bella and for a brief moment I felt his love and grief for her and know in his own warped way he is trying to protect her. You are a fool, Edward; you have destroyed her heart and any chance of her ever loving you again. She will hate for the pain you've caused.

My dream returns to Bella and I watch over her as she is found in the forest. The only thing I feel from her is grief and worthlessness. I look on as she is picked up by the shifter and taken to her home. I watch her suffer of her nightmares and move robotically during the day. I watch the blank face she shows the world and feel the numb that as encased her heart.

As the dreams continue I notice that become closer and closer to present time and I realize that Bella is on 2 year older than me. I also began to feel changes in her emotions as she dreams, as she sleep; anger, fury, understanding, admiration and adoration, only for the grief and numbness to return before she wakes.

I begin to notice change in her as her dream become closer and close to present times. I watch her perform accidental magic. I notice her different feats that are few and far between, the phoenix song, clothes drying, the glass cracking in a small moment of anger or surprise.

Bella magical, but she is in America. I must meet her I can't continue like this, I have dreamed of her every night feeling her and knowing her. Only to wake unloved and alone in my personal hell and to suffer the nightmares of my love one hate every few day. If this continue I will go insane. Why am I cursed with all family that loves me being dead and the one who don't still alive? Must my fate be so cruel?

My room door opens; I turn my head and look at Aunt Petunia standing in the doorway with a box. I watch face contort into a sneer and fear cloud her eyes.

"Your Mum told me to give this to you." She says hastily and tosses the box to my room and slam the door shut before I hear her hurry down the hall.

I move from my bed my muscle aching from the lack of use. I walk to the box the box itself is bland just a plain old cardboard box covered in dust. I open the box and begin to empty it I find a small case, a book, a necklace and a letter.

I open the letter first

My son,

If you are reading this then things have come to pass as I feared and me and James are dead, and you were left with Petunia. I am so sorry that you were left with her I can on hope she as treated you well but I know it is a false hope to have for my sister has changed drastically from the sweet girl she once was to a bitter and cruel woman intolerant of freakiness. My son, in the small case there are potions I have made and invented that could help heal the harm that has been caused to you. But know that the process is painful and long depending and the length of the maltreatment done to. I have warded the case to keep the potions fresh and at their strongest. I am so, so sorry that you have been left with her. My will stated otherwise and I knew Dumbledore would never follow it.

James has placed too much trust in that man and has been blinded by how he portrays himself, the Light to the Wizarding World. But I have never trusted him, he has always made me uneasy and was always slippery with his words, twist them to say nothing but making you think he trusted you, always manipulating the conversation to guilt you into spilling your secrets. Do not trust that man Harold, he doesn't have you best interest at heart. If you can never be alone with him he will ensnare you mind and dig out you secrets.

Harold, my angel, I know you probably have already been to Hogwarts and are just now receiving this do to the compelled curse I placed on petunia, which made her give this box to you before turn 17, being enforced. I want you to find your godfather, Severus Snape. You probably he met him. He snarky, unapproachable dungeon bat but he is my dearest friend and like a brother to me. He has been sucked to a cruel game between Dumbledore and Voldemort, serving both to keep me and you safe. Please don't judge him too quickly for he has very little freewill left with two masters. Please if you can have him met you in Gringotts and have a healer see to the both of you. I know that I placed blocks on some of your magic and gifts shorty after your birth. Understand dear angel you were born with very strong magic as well a natural metamorphmagus. You constantly changed the color of her hair and eyes at will levitating everything in the room. If your magic was left unleashed if would have been detrimental to your core and your health.

In the book are note on my life's work, I was an Enchanter and a Potion Master. Not many knew about this and most believe I worked for the Ministry, but I didn't trust them as far as I could throw them. In it you find spells I have crafted, potion made or improved and charms to enhance life and created. I do not know if it will be much use to you but I want you use what you can. The necklace is a trunk in has 3 compartments, the first one is a living quarters ward to prevent anything magical or muggle from finding you. The next one is my library I have made acquired over the years and the last compartment is a standard trunk space charmed with auto-sort feature and an anti- wrinkle function for all clothes. The third compartment will prevent spill and damage to anything in it, so no ink on you book, as well hold seven years of school supplies comfortable. It has and auto shrink and grow capability and is only keyed to me and you so no one else can use it. In the first and second compartment are list feature.

My angel, as I look at your sleep form and my heart break at I know you have suffered and it pains me that I cannot prevent when a little of your pain.

This is all I can give now angel, I hope it is enough, please find a way to Gringotts and ask for Grivclaw, he is loyal to the Potter Family and will help you and Severus.

Be safe, my darling angel, and know that I am proud of you and will always love you, no matter what and never believe you are to be blamed for our deaths it wasn't fault Harold .

With all the love in my heart,

Mum

Lily Elizabeth Potter nee Evans

I look at the letter in my hand read a few more times, soaking up as much of the love I can feel from my mum's words. Soon it becomes too dark to read and I can't find the will to move. I begin to go over the letter in my head.

She doesn't blame me, it's not my fault; my mum loves me, and tried to help me. Dumbledore is a bastard, Snape not a git and he's my godfather, and I need to leave my prison without alert the Order. I have a safe place stay and potions that will heal me.

I grab the necklace seeing it as the streetlights shine through the window. I look at the necklace it's a lone silver chain with a black stone at the end. I touch the stone and watch it glow before a solid black trunk is before me. I notice instead of key ole there is a black stone. I touch it once more as I do I feel myself being scan and a prick on my finger, when I hear a male's voice coming from the trunk.

"IDENTITY CONFORMATION COMPLETE- HAROLD JAMES POTTER IDENTIFY"

"BLOOD AND MAGICAL SIGNATURE CONFIRM"

"WILL COMMENCE INFORMATION TRANSFER NOW PLEASE WAIT … INFORMATION TRANSFER READY VOICE AGREEMENT IS REQUIRED?"

I look at the trunk curiously for a moment. Maybe mum enchanted the trunk? It reminds of a super computer made to assist the inventor from the movies Dudley watches.

"Yes" I tell the trunk.

"VOICE AGREEMENT CONFIRMED… INFORMATION TRANSFER INITIATED."

As I hold on to the stone I see a flash on images and information in the back of my mind. I learn my mum enchanted the trunk and the voice's name is Jenkins. How he is in charge of the trunk and will see to my need while in the trunk. He is a cross between a security guard and a house elf, mum set runes for natural magic to power him the same magic as the house elves. I learn of all the features of the first and second compartments. Then the flash information stops.

"INFORMATION TRANSFER COMPLETE… Welcome back Master Potter."

"Thank you Jenkins, please open the first compartment I must rest now."

"Right away Master Potter"

I listen to a mechanism engaged and watch the lid of the trunk open. I stand before the trunk and grab the case of potion, the book and the letter before I enter the trunk. I climb down the stairs and watch the lights come on. I find myself in a living room all done in black, red and silver. I move to the bedroom and watch the light turn on in the bedroom. I enter the bedroom and make a beeline for the king size bed. I place the case, book and letter on the nightstand and get in to bed, falling asleep before my head hits the pillow. Thanks Mum.

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