Hey readers, sorry for the long wait between chapters, I've been very busy with school and stuff. I'm now in my seventh year so it's heating up! Got tonnes of work to do and I've only found the time to write while in the common room (which I found kinda cool XD)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for all of the reviews on the previous one! keep 'em coming! Let me know if you've picked up on any hints in this chapter, it would be interesting to hear your theories.
That's all for now
JadedHowl~
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Order of Realisation: The Rewrite
Summary:AU 5th year onwards. Harry goes after Sirius to the ministry alone and when he is cornered by Voldemort hidden secrets are revealed, shocking all. "Well this changes everything." Voldemort finds out that Harry is a Horcrux and chaos ensues. A rewrite of "Order of Realisation"
Disclaimer: Characters and basic plot structure from beginning belong to J.K. Rowling, all else= mine.
Warnings: Voldemort and nasty Deatheaters
"But here, Harry had no idea of what his next move was. He was stuck. He was caught."
"She was a plain looking girl, but harry could see large beautiful brown eyes, staring at him in fear."
Order of Realisation chapter 4
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Sirius was dreaming, nothing else seemed plausible, otherwise he wouldn't be feeling that chill once more, the one ran up his spine as he had stared into Snape's face in the flames.
"Potter is gone; his friends said he's been missing since this morning."
Sirius was zoning out, he knew there was something wrong earlier on that day, when he had thought Harry was calling for him through the old house. Nobody had been there though? Nobody was behind that frightened and desperate voice that sounded sickeningly like his Godson, surely not? Surely Snape was wrong- Harry couldn't be missing. Hogwarts was supposedly the safest place for him?
"And he may have been injured..."
"What?" He asked sharply, Snape's voice finally breaking through the cloud that seemed to have descended upon his mind.
Snape looked almost hesitant before answering.
"I found him in Umbridge's office earlier today... And I have reason to believe that she was using the Cruciatus curse on him-"
"WHAT?!"
And there it was again, the cold chill reaching his insides, coiling in his stomach and making him shiver. Harry wasn't safe there? Someone had been able to hurt his Godson and now he was missing?
"What the bloody hell-" but he was cut off, the dream changing, leaving behind the feelings of shame and guilt and boiling, furiously pent up anger and frustration. His vision remained black for a while before a scream cut through the silence.
It was Harry.
Sirius found himself in the department of mysteries, Remus beside him as they crept through the shelves as part of the front attack. Just ahead was Kingsley and behind him remained the other Order members, some of which were giving him strange and pitying looks.
Harry was screaming again and it wasn't over like last time. Instead he was screaming himself hoarse and just a few meters in front of the group Sirius could spot him rolling around on the ground, Lucius Malfoy standing above him smiling as he watched. The cold came back and so did the guilt, shame, self disgust at his uselessness, but most prominently there was the anger and there was nothing that could have stopped Sirius from pointing his wand and letting the red spells fly.
The image lingered before shifting. Harry's screams remained and echoed through his skull as they went on and on and became less and less. There in the dark- Sirius felt all his emotions eat up at him as his anger and forefront faded, leaving him to fall to his knees and curl into himself.
It was sharp footsteps that made him look up once more. Tall, dressed in dark robes and gaunt in stature, stood Voldemort, his crimson eyes flicking down to assess Harry as he lay at his feet- glaring back up at him. Sirius wanted to move forward to protect his Godson but he stopped when he looked sharply at him and sat up quickly, Voldemort letting him as his face split into a manic grin. Harry spat at him and Voldemort chuckled.
"What are you doing here Sirius?" Harry said in a cold voice that did not belong to him. "You were no use last time."
"Harry-" Sirius tried to reach towards him but Harry lent away, towards Voldemort- who was still chuckling deeply.
"No! You let him torture me! You let her and all the others! You were supposed to be there for me Sirius; you were supposed to stop all of this!"
"Harry please-" Sirius begged on his knees, kneeling before Harry in desperation, "I'm sorry!" he gasped, his voice chocked.
"Sorry doesn't resolved anything." And Harry stood up, backing away from him. Sirius followed, scrambling after him and getting to his feet. "Sorry doesn't stop him." Harry continued, looking over his shoulder at Voldemort who drew closer and placed a pale hand on Harry's shoulder. Voldemort leaned closer to Harry and whispered something into his ear, his eyes meeting with Sirius's and gleaming. The cold was creeping back and clutching at Sirius as he watch Voldemort torment Harry, his hands on his shoulders keeping him trapped against his chest.
Harry smirked at Sirius closing his eyes and leaning into Voldemort as if he was offering him some sort of brotherly comfort.
"You did this to me Sirius." Harry whispered before opening his eyes to reveal red irises that matched perfectly with the Dark Lord that stood behind him, soaking up all of Sirius's horror.
And that was when he woke up.
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Remus Lupin had just entered the kitchen at the bottom of Grimmauld place when he spotted Sirius asleep, his face pressed into the table his normal snores absent as he slept silent, a frown marring his face. Strewn around him were empty bottles of Firewhisky, one toppled over and nearing the edge of the table.
Remus sighed loudly and made his way over to the kettle and decided that Sirius was going to be in need of a large cup of tea when he woke him up by banging large pans over his head.
However it looked like his job had been done for him, for it was at that moment that Sirius Black jerked up in his seat and knocked himself backwards onto the floor. The kettle behind Remus clicked, at the boil.
"Harry!" Sirius murmured after a while and jumped to his feat, searching frantically for something, perhaps his wand.
"Sirius, stop- you were dreaming." Remus called at his friend who still seemed to be lost in his nightmare. His eyes were large and he was shivering slightly as he glanced up at Remus. "Its okay, it's over." He said more softly as he turned to grab two mugs before placing them on the side.
"Remus." Sirius said ominously, but he was ignored,
"Sit down, you need a cuppa." Remus hummed to himself as he added tea bags to the mugs and then poured the boiling water. "Any sugar?" He asked as he looked over his shoulder noting that Sirius had finally sat down and he was eyeing the empty bottles suggestively. He looked up at Remus and shook his head, remaining silent.
Remus added two sugars to his own tea before he took both mugs and turned to sit at the table. He placed one in front of Sirius and nodded, "Drink- its good."
Sirius reached forward and brought his own tea to his lips as they both sat in silence, contemplating what was next and what could be happening. However, Remus seemed to brush these thoughts away as he sat back in his chair and surveyed the other man over the ridge of his mug.
"I'm sorry for blaming you yesterday Sirius." Remus said quietly after a few minutes of silence had passed. Sirius only shook his head, keeping his eyes downcast.
"Nah, you were right, I should have protected Harry better."
Remus seemed to stiffen a little before he leant forward across the table so he could look at Sirius in the eye. Reluctantly Sirius looked upwards to meet his gaze.
"If that's the way you feel about it, then I am as much to blame as you." His voice was steady as he looked into the tired and defeated gray eyes, "As is the Order." He added as an afterthought. Sighing, both men came to a silent agreement that both were at blame and neither was not, seeing as Harry was not here with them and therefore somebody had to be at fault.
"Voldemort is strong; I'm worried that Harry won't be able to hold his own." Sirius muttered lowly as Remus slid back into his seat. He contemplated this for a while, looking into his tea and taking a measured sip.
"Harry is just as strong Sirius." He said slowly, as if he was trying to believe his own words, "And if he gets lost for a time we can lead him back."
Sirius nodded mutely and continued blowing gently on the hot tea before taking measured sips and grimacing a little- obviously not used to the muggle drink. It was small amount of time before Sirius spoke again.
"This tea is shite."
"Yep." Remus agreed,
"Firewhisky?"
"Firewhisky."
Neither bothered with concerning themselves about the time, if they had, maybe one of them would have felt a little ashamed but it was nobody but them and their misery.
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Steven and Reeves didn't look so tough when they were shivering on their knees in front of the Dark Lord, in fact they looked rather pathetic to say the least, however cowardice was not up for debate at the moment as the woman-Leah herself looked like she was about to spew everywhere.
The three figures were still in their black robes, masks were gone as were their egos. She was the only one who remained standing, why though was still unclear.
The Dark Lord was stoic, tall and dark in his stance, he didn't tower over the woman much, her being over six foot at least, and her hair which had previously been perfectly styled in its pony tail was now hanging around her face and tumbling down her back, a small smudge of bloody stained the corner of her face and was the only detail that gave away the seriousness of the situation. The Dark Lord certainly didn't seem pleased.
"Why aren't you kneeling" he inquired with a tilt of his head, looking very much like a snake ready to strike.
Nervously the woman raised her head so that she looked into his red eyes. They glinted as they met with her brown ones but narrowed when she did not reply,
"I er- I knelt when I took your mark my Lord, I feel I do not need to reassure you with my loyalty unless it has been questioned by snivelling at your feet but instead reporting to you with more ease while standing and proving my unwavering loyalty."
Voldemort hummed in response, his eyes never leaving hers. He obviously found some truth there and remained tame.
"And your respect, how else would you show it to your Lord without kneeling?" He hissed moving around her so that he could inspect her from every angle.
"Looking you in the eye my Lord, as you may see my every truth. The moment I do not meet your eye and kneel before you is the moment I shall not be loyal or respectful."
The only sounds to be heard were Reeves pitiful whimpering as he shook where he knelt. The Dark Lord looked her in the eye for a moment before removing his wand from a holster on his hip.
"Crucio!"
The woman crumpled and screamed under his spell, but it was not a shrill cry, but one of endurance and fear. The Dark Lord held the curse for a minute before he withdrew his wand and allowed the woman to gather herself. He watched passively as she got to her feet, shaken but resolved in her words. She did not apologise.
"For you cheek." He said lowly but then reached out and lifted her chin with a finger. "However, you present a worthy argument," He paused and inspected her expression before continuing "and your loyalty in question remains strong, that filthy place did not taint your will, but it shall be tested child, and after that I shall decide whether or not you kneel before me. Is that understood?"
The woman nodded,
"Yes my Lord."
The Dark Lord looked away from her and back at the two men on the floor. His face was smooth, devoid of any expression apart from the small amount of disgust that shined in his eyes.
"Both of you may rise." He said softly with no small amount of danger in his tone. He was still furious over their obvious failure. When the two men had got to their feet, bowing lowly as they did to hide their shaking limbs, the Dark Lord looked down at a piece of parchment in his hands. His eyes then flickered up to look at the woman curiously; the gesture went unnoticed by her as she was looking at the two men in slight amusement.
"You informed me that Wilson was not at her home and in fact absent while her young child remained unprotected..." He paused slightly to pace before the three, "Had you even considered or was it that the information did not properly penetrate your tiny brains that the woman may have been dead?"
Reeves stuttered and his bulbous eyes wouldn't leave the floor, quivering in their sockets as he fearfully ignored the chance of redeeming himself. Steven was no better but his gaze had been caught within the lock of the Dark Lord's
"N-no- my Lord, we did not-" However the woman seemed to disagree on this particular point,
"If I could inject my Lord?" she spoke suddenly, as if she was trying to cover up for Steven's poor reply that was not calming their Lord. His eyes flickered over to her and he seemed to evaluate her entire being for just a second before inclining his head,
"I discovered fresh marks in the dust, tea rings on the side tables and footprints across the main hallway- the place may have been badly kept but it was defiantly lived in."
The Dark Lord considered this for a while before looking away from her and back to the other men.
"And you saw none of this yourselves? A mere child spotted this small detail before you both?"
Both men flinched while the woman huffed under her breath, clearly bothered by the fact that she had once again been referred to as a child.
"Pathetic." He spat and both of the men were at once rolling under the torture curse, watched over by the woman whose eyes glittered.
If one looked closer they would see the after effects of the Cruciatus curse racking the woman too, but she carefully concealed them before the occupants of the room, as if she were ashamed.
"Get up!" He hissed once he had withdrawn his wand and he watched as they dragged themselves to their feet. "I won't have this again, wake up the child."
In a far corner of the room, almost concealed by the shadows was the body of a child resting peacefully, blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. The two men staggered over to her and lifted her up onto her feet before bringing her back from unconsciousness.
The woman had turned to watch the interaction with sudden interest, her eyes roving over the small girl's face, a look of hesitation flashing behind her eyes before she could hide it. The Dark Lord had picked up on this as a small smile curled at the edge of his lips.
"You are uncomfortable?" He inquired, confident in his observation,
"I- its- yes my Lord." The woman relented after a small pause; she continued after noticing the questioning look in her Lord's eyes, "She is but an innocent- it makes me- er- uncomfortable."
The Dark Lord hummed in amusement before returning his gaze back to the child who stood shakily in the grip of Reeves and Steven, both of which looked relieved that they were no longer the centre of their Lord's attention.
The child was curious to say the least. She did not scream or struggle or even cry, instead she stared up in the gaze of the Dark Lord unblinking, and her sweet doe like eyes seemingly unyielding. It was indeed curious what a child could achieve through ignorance. The woman shifted once more and looked away from her, shivering slightly.
"The child is bait," The Dark Lord said slowly to the two men, "Your job is to make Wilson realise the consequences of not turning herself in. I will not have any more of this failure, she will come to me. You shall not fail me once again- any of you." His eyes lingered on the woman for a second before he looked away, "Take her to the dungeon and return here for the meeting." He dismissed and turned away from them. Reeves and Steven couldn't get out of the room quick enough, hardly bothering with the comfort of the snivelling child between them, or her fear for that matter.
The woman remained behind, recognising that he had not dismissed her as well. Before anything more could be said, a large group of rowdy Deatheaters apparated into the room, making the woman jump in surprise. All of them were sorting through some obvious disagreement and not much could be heard over the insistent talking. Bellatrix was part of the crowd but she easily moved away from the group to kneel before the Dark Lord. She was breathing heavily and her agitation was rolling off her in waves.
"My Lord- I am sorry for this disruption," she gasped between her breaths, "But your word was questioned by some of your lesser followers!"
The Dark Lord looked down at her in half amusement and irritation, calling for her to rise he asked,
"And in what context was my word questioned Bellatrix?" His voice hissed, seeming louder and colder before and effectively cutting off the other Deatheaters, all of which instantly dropped to their knees and bowed.
"My Lord- forgive us." One tried but with a flash of their Lord's wand he was blasted backwards,
"Silence!" he looked back at Bellatrix who seemed to be almost drooling over her Lord. "Continue Bella."
Smiling manically she did so, "They were debating over the rumours of Harry Potter being in your grasp my Lord." She said sweetly, casting dark looks towards the others, all of which seemed paler than usual.
"How so?" He inquired softly, his head tilting to the side.
"Well- my Lord-" Bellatrix seemed to hesitate here, "There has no word from the papers, or Dumbledore. Many question if you actually have the boy as your captive."
The Dark Lord remained quiet for a while, his eyes glinting as he took this in. He walked towards the rest of the group before turning on his heel to face Leah once more. She looked up feeling his need for eye contact.
"Go fetch the boy from my chambers child." He said silkily, smirking when some of the others looked outraged that she would be given such an important job, perhaps to make fools of them all in punishment for their doubt.
The woman seemed taken aback a little before she nodded and moved out from the room, making her way towards her Lord's chambers wondering what she was going to find when she got there.
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For Harry Potter to say that he was more than a little surprised after a young woman burst into Voldemort's chambers would be a complete understatement. In fact it was rather an embarrassing understatement, as he had just managed to get free from the sticking that kept him in one of Voldemort's chairs, and he had been looking around for his shoes, feeling slightly foolish wondering around in his white fluffy socks, when the doors opened, making him jump and causing him to slip over on the highly polished floor.
"Shit!" he cursed as a dull throbbing encased his elbow which he had conveniently landed on. When he remembered the girl in the room his head shot up and he felt himself blushing, his face heating up under her gaze.
"Well he certainly wasn't joking then." She finally muttered after checking that the door was closed behind her. Crossing her arms over her chest she studied him and Harry realised that she was wearing Deatheater robes.
Scrambling to his feet he tried to make himself seem like less of a target and more of a challenge. In reality he thought he looked like a scruffy teenage boy with no shoes and no clue as to what was going on.
'Hang on... I think I recognise her...' he thought slowly as he looked at her properly.
She was tall, almost as tall as Voldemort, and she had dark hair that hung around her face. Equally dark brown eyes glinted at him under perfectly shaped eye brows, one of which was raised higher than the other. She was slim and the deatheater robes hugged her, a cloak sat on her strong looking shoulders and he realised that one side hung lower than the other, as if someone had recently grabbed her by the shoulder.
It took him a moment to notice the blood stain on the side of her mouth and another second to realise that she was shaking.
'Cruciatus?'
"Are you alright?" he said before he could stop himself. The fact that she was young and he almost recognised her inspired a slight shard of sympathy for the woman. That was until she replied,
"I think the question here is what were you doing on the floor Potter? I hardly think you care about the welfare of Deatheaters." She was smirking at him now,
"So you are then, a Deatheater I mean?" Harry said slowly, trying to push away at the anger he could feel. She rolled her eyes at him and clenched her fists together as if she was trying to hide the fact that she was suffering.
"I already answered that question, however I am here to bring you to the main chamber, so I don't know- brush your hair up a bit and try your hardest not to look like an imbecile."
Harry stood looking at her with his mouth hanging open, when he realised what he must have looked like it snapped shut with a click. Ignoring the fear of why he was needed in the main chamber, he finally asked the question that had been plaguing him since he'd first seen her.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"
The woman looked at him carefully, she didn't look that old really, and in fact she might have been in her late teens. "... You look too young to be a-"
"I'm twenty one for goodness sake!" she cut him off, raising her arms in annoyance and huffing loudly. "Perfectly legal to be a Deatheater alright?" she asked clearly pissed off, but her eyes softened slightly, "if being a Deatheater was legal in the first place..."
"So I know you from Hogwarts then? I must have been in first or second year right?"
"Perhaps, I was in Slytherin." She answered shortly, before casting a tempus charm to see the time. "We have to go, now. Or Volde- the Dark Lord shall become... Impatient." And with that she waved her wand at him and his arms tied themselves behind his back,
"Hey!" he complained loudly but before he could continue she had cut him off with a glare,
"I'm not stupid Potter, if I were you, I'd be thinking of every way to escape right about now. Behave yourself." She stalked over to him and grabbed at his arm, her fingers digging into his flesh.
'Well actually I was too busy being confused by you to think of an escape plan...' he thought blushing again.
"What about my shoes?" he questioned, hoping to stall her a little, but he also didn't want to look like a prat in front of Voldemort's lackeys.
"Do I look like I know where your shoes are?" she said slowly, he shook his head and let himself be pulled off and out of the room, totally forgetting about the paper that had been waiting for him on the table before the fireplace.
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The main chamber was packed with Deatheaters, all wearing black and many with their silver masks concealing their faces. People like Bellatrix had no shame in hiding her face from him and she smirked at him, her heavy eye lips fluttering at him. Harry began to feel sick.
The Deatheaters had been murmuring but silence fell as they turned to look at him. Harry felt oddly exposed and he found it hard to keep his eyes up and ahead. The large crowd began to part for him and the woman Deatheater and the jeers began, muttered and gleeful.
Voldemort was sat on an elaborate chair, raised higher by a platform of a black marble. He looked bored as his eyes wondered over his followers, but when he realised that Harry had arrived he smiled and his eyes glinted.
The woman escorting him tugged him forward and threw him at Voldemort's feet, without his hands he could not stop himself from falling into a kneeling position, his knee caps screamed at him but he ignored the pain and tried to push away at the humiliation he could feel radiating off him. Deatheaters laughed and Harry could pick out Bellatrix's high pitched and childish giggle.
'Certainly not right in the head that one...' he thought vaguely and glared when Voldemort laughed, obviously flitting through his thoughts once again.
"Well isn't this a nice picture?" Voldemort finally hissed, setting off his followers as they laughed at him again. Harry shifted on his knees and sat back a little so that it didn't seem like he was bowing as well. Voldemort's eyes narrowed at his movement but he didn't comment on it.
'I'm not one of your bootlickers Riddle.' He thought loudly, knowing that Voldemort would be listening. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw a flash of anger in his eyes and Harry felt satisfied that he had repaid him the favour in some way.
Leaning forward in his chair, he studied Harry with a small smile on his face, his head titled before he glanced back at his followers.
"Have your suspicions been confirmed now?" he spat, his voice cold and making Harry shiver. His eyes were disinterested as if he was merely observing a bug on the floor. Harry had been used to this, Voldemort treating him the same in the grave yard, but now Voldemort studied him, really studied him, as if he was some sort of project to the man. Harry hated it, as it made him feel unsettled and unsure of what was going to happen next.
The Deatheaters grovelled and apologised and Harry began to feel a little confused, however Voldemort seemed to realised this,
"My followers did not believe I had you as a guest Harry." He said softly, looking at him in amusement. Harry snorted,
"Pretty strange choice of words there Riddle." He spat, but this time he knew he had pushed it too far. Voldemort stood quickly and walked to him, kicking him harshly in the chest and forcing him over backwards. He then brandished his wand and,
"Crucio!"
And Harry was screaming. He rolled on the ground and arched his spine in agony. His head felt like it was going to split along his scar but all he could think of was how easily he had made Voldemort loose his cool. When the curse ended, he started laughing.
"That's not how one should treat his guests, is it Rid-" but the curse cut him off for another minute until he had no breath left for screaming. Voldemort withdrew his wand and watched as Harry sat up slowly, his muscles aching and his head pounding. He couldn't get his breath back to mock Voldemort any further but he thought he'd done a pretty good job already.
'Someone's touchy today.' He thought snidely while spitting blood out of his mouth and at Voldemort's feet.
Growling, Voldemort hauled him up by his jumper to his feet; he leant in to hiss in his ear,
"Provoking me will do you harm, and as I know you still harbour those thoughts of escape, I'd advise you to stop before I decide that breaking both of your legs will keep you from leaving me."
Voldemort grabbed his chin roughly and made him look into his eyes. Harry's gaze was stony and he refused to look away. Voldemort smirked,
"So stubborn Potter." He said a little louder so that the Deatheaters could hear him. "Perhaps my followers could teach you some manners?"
In response they cheered and started removing their wands. Harry felt cold as he watched the men and woman advance on him and he almost backed into Voldemort, who chuckled.
"This isn't your punishment Potter." Voldemort said lowly to him before he flourished his wand and conjured a long black rope that looked scarily like a whip. He then threw it at the closest Deatheater with a grin at Harry.
"I want to hear his screams in my office." He said while stalking towards the exit, the Deatheaters parting like a black wave. "Don't kill him or permanently injure him." He added before he left, leaving Harry surrounded by the enemy, wands at his throat.
'This doesn't look good...' he thought sarcastically before he made a break for it, resolving that if this was going to happen, he sure was not going to lie down and take it. The first Deatheater that tried to grab him met his fist and fell back and he dodged another two. 'Just think of it as practise' he reassured himself as he ducked under another fist and kicked another's shin.
'Really really realistic practise...'
Harry paused when he noticed the woman that had brought him in, she was staring at him from across the hall frozen her face pale, not making a move to stop him or aid him. She just stood tall in the shadows, barely keeping them from eating her up as they clung to her robes and face. Harry didn't have time to think about this further however as a Deatheater grabbed him from behind and knocked him over, grinning roguishly at him, revealing a mouth full of rotting teeth.
'Eugh.' Was Harry's last coherent thought, as the black swarmed up and over him.
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