A Different Twilight Story
A Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover
Chapter Four
Memories Of The Past
Part One
"No! No! Ginny! Percy!" A loud voice cried out into the darkness of the house that belonged to a certain Sirius and Remus Black. Harley awoke from her light sleep as she snapped up from her very comfortable bed and looked around the room with blurry eyesight from just awakening. Gazing around the darker room quickly she jumped off the bed, only to stumble to the floor and land face first onto the hard wood floor, as her legs got stuck wrapped around the sheets and comforter.
"Bloody hell!" The raven-haired girl cursed in a hoarse voice lack of use and having only just woken up. Her raven black hair was messier than usual from her tossing and turning through out the night. With the use of her hands she untangled her feet from the silk sheets and black comforter before pushing herself up from the floor. She ran to her bedroom door and opened it with force, causing it to slam up against the wall as she rushed out into the dark hallway. She could barely see anything in the pitch-blackness but that didn't stop her from trying to help her best friend, wherever he was.
"No! George! Bill! Fred!" The terrified and heart broken voice continued to cry out in a higher pitch when it came to screaming. Harley's heart constricted and a lump formed in her throat as she ran down the hallway and towards the bedroom farthest from her own. Skidding to a stop on the hard wood floor, at the door that the voice was coming from, she balanced herself ungracefully against the wall to stop herself from falling over. She had never been graceful; she was probably the least graceful person. The only time she was graceful was when she was training and in a duel or fist fight. She slammed the door open with a loud thump, ignoring the others that had run out of their rooms with wide eyes.
"Mum! Dad! Charlie!" The voice cried out with a sob stuck in his throat. Tears blurred in Harley's eyes as she ran over to her best mate to try and calm him down as best she could. Hermione, Sirius and Remus followed after Harley into the bedroom and paused as they noticed the girl beside her best friend trying to help him. With a switch of the light switch a bright glow from the lamps in the room cast away the shadows. The three standing in the doorway watched with frowns on their faces. Hermione's tired chocolate brown eyes glistened with tears as she listened to her boyfriend cry out and her sister tried to help awaken Ron from his nightmares, like she always did.
"Ron!" Harley cried out over Ron's loud cries of despair. "Ron wake up! It's just a nightmare! Ron!" The raven-haired beauty continued to yell out as she sat down on the edge of the bed besides Ron's shaking form. The large queen size bed shook slightly as she continued to shake her shuttering friend who continued to toss and turn. "Ron! Wake up!" She continued to call as she roughly shook her friend. With a small frown she raised her hand and slammed the red haired boy, hard. Skin on skin made a loud resounding 'smack' in the medium size bedroom. With a sudden snap the seventeen year old sat up in bed and swung his left fist in the air and hitting Harley on her right cheek. The seventeen year old stumbled off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. Her face stung from his hit, but she realized he was still partly asleep and believing he was in his nightmare still. So, she ignored the sharp stinging of her face and pushed herself up into a sitting position on the wooden flooring of the bedroom. "You alright there mate?" The girl questioned dryly as her hands kept her up from behind her back as she looked up at her brother in everything but blood.
"Harley!" Ron exclaimed as he looked at his friend with wide eyes as he adjusted to the light in the room and noticed the girl's bright red cheek. "Oh Merlin. I'm sorry!" The boy stated with a frown. Harley ungracefully pushed herself up off the floor and plopped down on the bed with a sigh as she looked at her best mate.
"You had that…nightmare again." She explained with a twitch of her lips. "I thought I told you to tell me if these were happening again." The raven-haired beauty stated simply. She wasn't being accusing or harsh about not telling her about the nightmares he was having again. It would be a bit hypocritical if she did. After all, she had nightmares too, just like Hermione did. Every solider from a war had nightmares about what happened during it.
"Oh…uh…yeah." Ron's ears turned a bright shade of red as he rubbed the back of his neck. Harley's lips twitched in amusement at her friends blush before she sighed with a shake of her head. Her tired and haunted emerald green eyes looked her friend over. With a silent sigh again, she spoke slowly and in a comforting tone when she looked into her best friends bright ocean blue eyes.
"We'll talk about this later. For now, lets get you back to sleep." Harley suggested but stopped when Ron quickly shook his head.
"I – I don't want to." He muttered with a shutter and a dark haunted look appeared in his eyes, making his light ocean blue eyes look midnight blue. With a frown and worried glance over her shoulder at her sister, who stood in the doorway of the bedroom she looked back at Ron and pulled him into a tight hug?
"You know, it's okay to cry Ron. No one is going to think any less of you." Harley murmured in her friend's ear. 'Maybe you should take your own advice.' A cynical and dark voice murmured in the back of her mind. Shaking her thoughts and that voice away she held onto her best mate as his shoulders began to shutter and tears began to slip down his eyes as he held onto Harley like she was his life support. Maybe she was, she was always there for her friends, and always thought of herself last. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here for you Ron. I'll always be here for you." The girl murmured in his ear as she felt the wetness of her shirt but ignored it as her friend began to speak.
"It's – it's not fair. I – I – don't –" Ron stopped as his throat tightened and his eyes squeezed shut and he gripped his best mate tighter. Hermione who stood at the doorway had her own tears dripping down her cheeks from her chocolate brown eyes. Looking away at her sister and boyfriend she looked back at Remus and Sirius and spoke quietly as to not disturb the two on the bed.
"We'll explain everything we can tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'd like to help Harley calm down by boyfriend." Hermione stated. Remus and Sirius looked at each other tiredly, silently communicating between each other. Nodding their heads after a few minutes in agreement they looked back at Hermione.
"Alright, we'll talk about this later." Remus stated. "Goodnight." He walked slowly and tiredly down back to the Master Bedroom. He opened the nursery door beside his room and look into the nursery to see Teddy and Evie still asleep peacefully. Nodding his head with a small smile gracing his lips he closed the nursery door quietly and slipped into his bedroom.
"Night Mione. We'll deal with this later." Sirius stated with a small wink and smile before heading back to his bedroom down the hallway. Slipping into the Master Bedroom he closed the door with a click, trying not to worry over the three teenagers. With a heavy and sad sigh Hermione walked over to the bed and crawled up on it before taking her place beside Ron and rubbed his back comfortingly. The two girls remained silent, only whispering comforting words to their best friend, who was close enough to be Harley's brother and Hermione's boyfriend.
"Sleep Ron, you need it." Harley muttered as she rubbed his back. "Sleep." She whispered softly in his ear as she pulled some of her wandless magic out and used it on her best friend to give him a dreamless sleep. With a small groan Ron's eyelids fluttered shut, hiding his ocean blue eyes as he feel asleep. Pushing him gently to the bed Harley rubbed her eyes as they burned with desperate need of sleep. "Have you been having nightmares?" They raven haired girl questioned with a raise of her eyebrow as the two girls covered the taller boy in his comforters and sheets.
"No. I haven't." Hermione stated defensively. Harley raised an eyebrow and stood up from the bed to fallow her best friend out into the hallway. With a swift click of the light switch, she cast the bedroom in darkness.
"Mione…don't lie to me…not tonight." Harley sighed as she rubbed her pale face with shaking hands. She clenched her jaw tightly as she fought off the onslaught of tears. "I…I don't…I can't deal with anymore tonight." She muttered out as she looked her friend in the eyes with her own haunted eyes. All three friends had dealt with so much in their short lives, Harley more so than anyone else, that it left emotional, mental and psychical scars on them.
"I've only had a few." Hermione finally sighed out after a long five minutes of silence. "I didn't want to burden you with my nightmares. You take care of everyone Harley, when you shouldn't. You're only seventeen for Pete's sake." The brunette stated, throwing her hands up in the air with aggravation. Harley followed after Hermione down the hallway and into her bedroom. The two girls sat down on the bed and faced each one another in thoughtful silence.
"I have to protect everyone Mione." The raven-haired beauty explained with a frown. "It was forced onto me at an early age. I'm always the one that everyone counted on. I still have people counting on me even when they shouldn't." Harley ran her hand through her unruly hair with thought and stress. "That's why I left. That's why I ran. I can't handle…I don't want to handle anymore of it." The two girls much like sisters continued to stare at each other silently in thought. After a few minutes of silence Harley spoke. "Come on, you need sleep and I need sleep." With a pull of her wandless magic she leaned forward and hugged her sister tightly. "Sleep." She murmured in her ear. With a smile she watched her friends eyes flutter shut and go into a deep dreamless sleep, just like Ron.
"Night Mione." The girl muttered before leaving the bedroom and heading to her own bedroom tiredly.
Warm light glowed through the blinds and curtains that hung above the window of Harley's bedroom. A small groan escaped lush pink lips as Harley rolled over in a comfortable queen size bed. The slim figure froze at the comfortable feel of the bed against her sore and tired body. Remembrance of the night before making her eyelids slowly flutter open as Harley blinked rapidly from the light from what sunrays there were that got through the window. Her pale right hand rose and rubbed her eyes tiredly as she gave another groan. She did not want to wake up. Sighing the seventeen-year-old young woman lifted herself up on the bed. Her arms held her up as she lay on her stomach and looked around the room with interest.
The room was a decent size. The bed she laid on was up against the wall in the northern side of the room across from the window, where two bookshelves were placed on the right side of the bed. Another bookshelf was placed in the corner of the room up against the wall beside the window. Two large shelves were stacked full of CD's and DVD's were placed beside it on the wall near her bed. A nightstand was placed on the left side of the bed. The closet was near the door with two doors that swung open allowing you to see the whole closet. A desk sat in the corner of the room with a decently new computer. A full-length mirror was beside the closet and glistened brightly from the rays of light that reflected against it.
"Huh…nice room." She muttered to herself while scratching her head in her mass of unruly raven hair that fell messily down her back to her shoulders. It looked much like a rockers hair cut would. With a long and tired yawn Harley dragged herself out of the comfortably queen size bed. The walls were painted a dark midnight blue, looking almost black. The sheets where silk blue while the comforter was pitch black. The comforter was fluffy and warm. All she remembered was listening to Remus and Sirius talking to her before falling into a heavy sleep. Shaking her head she looked down at her outfit to see she wearing a black tang top and shorts that went to her knees. Shrugging her shoulders she walked to the bedroom door. Pulling open the door, just enough for her head to peak through she looked back and forth with a squint of her eyes. The house looked fine so far, she was at the front of the house near the staircase. Two bedrooms were besides hers and another across the hallway. Besides the bedroom across from her room was a larger room with double doors, assuming it was the Master Bedroom. The bathroom was the last room in hallway and besides the last bedroom.
Harley could hear the sound of muffled voices from downstairs. Yawning tiredly she stumbled her away over to the stairs and slowly bounced down the staircase. Her eyes traced over the pictures hanging on the walls as she walked past them in amusement. Many photos were of Sirius and Remus together. A few other pictures had her parents, The Marauders, The Rowlett's (the female version of the Marauders), along with herself with her siblings and many other pictures from people that they had known. "Cute." She muttered with amusement and awe at how many pictures they had.
"Morning everyone!" She called out as she stepped into the kitchen to see Ron and Hermione sitting at the kitchen table talking with everyone. Teddy and Evie were sat in their highchairs eating Cheerios and some fruit. Sirius sat across from Ron and Hermione at the table, drinking a nice hot cup of coffee. Remus stood at the stove cooking breakfast; the food sizzled and smelled heavenly. She watched as he flipped the pancakes in the pan and stirred the eggs and flipped or rolled the sausage and bacon.
"Morning!" They chorused with smiles at the very awake girl. They all knew Harley was a morning or night person, she had been for years. She had never really slept back in England, having gotten use to nightmares during the day and night, left her helpless to sleep. The only time she would ever actually sleep was when her mind and body finally gave out, which could be days or a week.
"Hello my lovelies." Harley stated to the two children that sat beside Hermione at the table in their high chairs. She walked over to them and bent down, giving the two toddlers a kiss on the cheek. "Did you two sleep good?" She questioned with a soft smile.
"Yay! Mama wakes now!" Teddy cheered with a large smile making Harley and the others chuckle.
"Yeah baby. Mama's awake now." With another kiss on the boy's chubby cheek she looked to Evie with a grin.
"How's my pretty Angel?" Harley questioned with a sweet smile as she raised her eyebrow.
"Mama! Mama!" Evie cheered as she bounced in her high chair in excitement.
"I take that as a good sign." The seventeen year old remarked with a chuckle. The others in the room smiled at the sight of the two children so happy to see Harley.
"When do you think you'll be ready to talk about what happened in England?" Sirius questioned bluntly from his place at the table. Ron, Hermione and Harley went silent as they all sat at the table across from him. The trio glanced at each other thoughtfully, a heavy cloud seemingly hanging over them as they thought back to what happened in England during the largest war in history. Remus who stood at the oven glanced over at Sirius and gave him a look that clearly said, 'you shouldn't have brought that conversation up so early in the morning.' Sirius looked up to his mate and gave an impish shrug of his shoulders making Remus sigh and shake his head.
"I'm sorry about him Harley, Ron and Hermione. Sirius doesn't seem to know when to bring up an important and touchy subject up." Remus remarked as he flipped the bacon and sausages in the pan, making the room sizzle and fill with delicious smells of the eggs, pancakes, sausage and bacon in the pans.
"It's alright Moony." Harley stated as she turned in her seat to look at Remus with a small smile. Looking back at Sirius she spoke slowly. "I think we can talk about it after breakfast. I'd rather not loose my appetite." Harley explained, getting nods of agreement from Ron and Hermione.
"Well…breakfast is ready." Remus stated as he walked around the counter in the middle of the room, behind the table they were seated at. The blonde haired male placed large plates of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and fruit on the table for them to eat. Eagerly the teenagers began to make their plate of food. Remus took his place beside Sirius and began to make his own plate. Through out the duration of breakfast it was silent as the trio ate and thought back to the long two-year war and who was going to talk about it.
"I'm only going to explain the important things that happened in the war in the last two years." Harley explained with a firm cold look on her face. "You should do good to remember not to interrupt me until I'm finished. You can ask questions after I'm finished." Harley stated as she sat in between her siblings on a cold leather black couch that was chilly and made their clothes stick to their backs from their sweat. They sat across from Remus and Sirius, who were seated on a black leather love seat in the living room. Remus and Sirius nodded in understanding and sat back, holding each other's hands as they watched the children with sad eyes and frowns.
A decent size entryway let out of the living and into a hallway. The right side of the hallway led to the front door, while the left side of the hallway led to the staircase, family room, kitchen and dinning room. In the living room that the teenagers and adults sat in, a decent size playpen was placed in front of the window were the two children happily played with one another? The silence that settled over the older figures in the room was heavy and depressing.
"I guess you could say it started as soon as you left. I began to push myself more into my studies, becoming better than even Hermione was." Harley began to explain as she looked away from the two faces. "Of course, I was always the second best in the school from the start…but sixth year was different…I started to become more distant with everyone." The raven-haired girl remarked with a sigh. Her eyes became glossed over as she lost herself in her memories.
"Harley you have to eat something sometime. This isn't healthy!" The voice of Hermione exclaimed as she looked at her best friend. Harley sat at a table in the library, the long square table was stacked full of dark art books and any other defensive and offensive books, along with Potions, Charms, Transfiguration and many more. Harley was pale, sickly pale and had dark bruises under her eyes, showing that she had lost many sleepless nights, just studying and becoming better. It had been weeks since she was actually talking to anyone, unless it had to do with something about school. She had even given up Quidditch to get ready for a battle that she knew was soon to come.
"I'm fine Mione. I'm becoming better at everything. Just like I promised him I would. I'm learning more and getting myself ready. Now please, leave me alone." Harley snapped as she continued to read over a dark arts book from the Forbidden Section as she took notes in a large black notebook beside her. The scratching of a quill was all that was heard for a long few minutes before Hermione gave a resigned sigh and placed a plate of food on top of a stack of books.
"One of these days Harley, you're going to push everyone away and before you know it, you won't have anyone left." With that said Hermione left, turning on her heel her footsteps became distant before finally becoming non-existent. The swift moving of the quill stopped as Harley remained looking down at the book in front of her. Her jaw clenched as she continued to stare at the same page for many long moments.
"Maybe I will Mione…but what else am I suppose to do?" Harley murmured aloud before starting up on her notes once again, ignoring the plate of food on the stacks of books. "I need to be ready…I need to fight." The raven-haired girl stated to herself firmly.
"I requested with Dumbledore to be trained by the Order and some Aurors. Dumbledore knew he couldn't tell me no. I had made my mind up; I would have trained myself if no one else would. I soon became obsessed with training. I pushed myself to the limit. It got so bad, that Hermione began to learn everything about healing and began to study to become a Healer." Harley paused at her memories before speaking again. "The Order and some of the Aurors taught me everything they could. I learned Muggle self defense and any other dueling I could. I took Potions to become stronger, agile and had better reflexes." Harley explained. Hermione gave a squeeze of her hand as Ron just rubbed her hand in support with his thumb.
"There were days when the Auror's or the Order members weren't going to train me. They thought I needed a break from it. So…when they didn't train me, I'd take it upon myself to do it." She gave a hollow laugh as she looked at the two men in front of her. "I became so lost in my emotions…in my memories. I became so…angry…furious…irritated all the time. I forced myself to ignore any pain or if I was having one of my self-loathing days I made myself feel every single injury. I thought I deserved it." The girl muttered with a shake of her head. "I had many bad days. A lot of them thought I was going to end up getting myself killed if I kept this up…they were wrong..." Her voice stated softly as she looked down at her lap.
'Kick. Punch. Dodge. Duck. Jump. Repeat!" A loud firm voice hollered out in a large room that had an obstacle course and many other objects to teach her to become the best. Harley stood in the large room of Grimmauld Place and continued to do as she was told. She continued to hit the dummy in front of her that was spelled to act back. Sweat dripped down the side of her forehead, causing her bangs to stick to her face. Her black tang top stuck to her back from sweat as she continued to fight the dummy, the only sound she could really hear was the pounding of her heart, the heavy breathing of her breath escaping her dried lips and the yelling of the voice below her, out of the way of the wrestling mat. She continued to listen to the voice and jumped into the air, doing a quick black flip and landed on the ground before quickly doing a round quick. The dummy flew back and onto the floor with a loud thump.
Raw knuckles bled as it dripped down her fingertips of Harley's hands and landed on the group like rain, splattering in a rhythm. The young girl walked out of the room she had just been training in. It had been hours since she had first stepped into the room. She had just finished her dueling session with Kingsley and Snape, she felt exhausted. Blood dripped from many of the injuries she had received. Scratches, bruises, tears and raw skin covered her body, some drizzled blood; but she ignored the pain in her legs and forced herself to continue to feel every injury she received. The rawness of her throat could be ignored for now. She had started working on wandless spells again, after stopping it for such a long time; she had almost forgotten how to do them. Slowly the girl walked into the kitchen and plopped down on the chair in front of the kitchen table. She ignored the horrified gasps and felt Hermione give a small tap on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" The question was so simple to answer, yet so difficult for Harley to reply to. Was she all right? No…not at all. Was she going to be okay in the end of this war? No…she'd remember everything they forced her to do, everything she forced herself to do. Harley merely gave a grunt and reached for the toast in front of her. She had been training early in the morning, starting at four in the morning, and had just ended six hours later. "Can you even talk?" The brunette girl questioned again to her best friend, her sister. Harley gave a shake of her head and shoved the piece of bread into her mouth and grimaced at the hardness of the bread went down her throat. Hermione gave a sigh and pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harley. The raven-haired girl stiffened in her seat, but it was ignored, as it was a usual reaction. She was paranoid and wary of any wand, even if it was friendly, pointed at her. With a tisk Hermione did a quick healing spell, healing Harley's vocal cords.
"Thanks." Harley stated hoarsely. Hermione gave a short nod and continued to heal her best friend, handing out the respected potions and saying the correct spells. Harley downed the potions without a grimace, without a reaction. She had gotten use to the strange tastes, the bitter tastes, of the potions and was no longer affected by them.
"You really should take better care of yourself Harley dear." Mrs. Weasley remarked with a heavy frown as she watched Hermione heal the younger girl with dissatisfaction. Harley quickly picked another piece of bread and quickly ate it before standing up.
"Yeah I should, but I don't." Harley stated bluntly as she downed the water placed in front of her and set the glass back down on the table. "Thanks for the toast and water Mrs. Weasley. I'm going to go take a shower and train some more." With that said Harley left the room, ignoring the worried and caring glances of everyone in the kitchen.
"I guess you could say I was forgetful at times, about my health. If it hadn't been for Hermione or Ron…anyone really, I'd have collapsed along time ago. I had taught my body how to handle days without sleep and only when my body and mind finally got so exhausted, would I collapse into unconsciousness." The girl ignored the looks of horror and worries that graced across Sirius and Remus's face and continued to speak. "I was haunted with daytime terrors and nightmares when I was asleep. I had become wary of sleeping and being locked in Voldemorts mind as he tortured and killed. He had continued to taunt me, he still someone got through my barriers because of our connection." Harley sighed and shook her head off the memories.
"Anyways, over the summer break I continued to train, when we got back from Hogwarts I continued to train with the help of the Order and the Aurors." Harley sighed and stood from her spot on the couch. She walked slowly over to the window and looked out at the drenched covered ground and plants. "The new members in the Order were beginning to loose hope. Attacks were happening more and more, everyday the Death Eaters continued to kill, to slaughter and torture with pleasure." She paused at this with a look of disgust across her face. "Everyone was going on crazy and dangerous missions but we had to. It was the only way."
"There were rumors of young Death Eaters in Hogwarts. It was frightening for everyone to know that the adult Death Eater children were Death Eaters themselves. I began to follow Draco Malfoy around, watching and waiting for him to do something horrifying." A sad sigh escaped her lips. "Dumbledore had begun to get me to go on missions for the Order, dangerous missions that should have killed me each time I went." She ignored the angry mutterings from the group behind her. Pale arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall. A small bench seat was in front of the window, allowing those to sit on it and look out at the front yard. "I was helping win this war by doing everything I could." She gave a despondent sigh and began speaking again in a lament tone. "Dumbledore had given me a mission, two weeks before he was killed." Harley's eyes filled with tears. Her emerald green eyes looked glassy as she bit down at her lip.
"Sir…I don't understand." The confused voice of Harley spoke as she sat on a comfortable wooden chair across from Dumbledores desk. The elder Headmaster gave a weary sigh. He looked more aged like his age had finally caught up with him. The person she thought of as like a grandfather, or even a mentor, gave a sad smile. His usual sparkling blue eyes were serious and sad.
"I'm asking you to do this one mission for me Harley. I won't be here forever. You're the only one that can finish what I already started. You need to finish this. You're the only one I trust to get this last mission done. It's the only way to kill Tom." Dumbledore explained as he looked at the young girl. He regretted immensely turning this girl into a weapon, a solider.
"Of course sir. I'll finish this mission for you. No matter the cost." Harley replied in an emotionless tone of voice. Her face was blank of emotion as she looked at her Headmaster. Her mask that kept her emotions in check, the ones that she had buried deep in the back of her mind. It kept her sane and able to continue to do what she does.
"Thank you Harley." Dumbledore sighed as he rubbed his face tiredly. "You're dismissed." The man replied with a nod. Harley gave a stiff nod before standing up from the chair she was sitting on and strolled out of the room, her head held high and her face blank of emotion.
"I had watched Dumbledore fight to his death, to protect his students, his children, his family…to protect me. I think he knew how he was going to die…I'll never forget what happened. It still haunts me." Harley whispered as tears slowly slipped down her face as she stared into her reflection. "The battle of Hogwarts was the second biggest battle in the second war. We lost many lives and lost that battle, in a way." The girl murmured aloud in remembrance. Hermione and Ron who sat on the couch held each others hands as they looked down at their laps, tears glistened in their eyes as they too began to remember the battle that had taken place.
'Crying is for the weak Potter.' A voice sneered in the back of Harley's mind. It sounded familiar, it sounded like Snape. It was from one of her sessions with the Potions Master for her training. 'If you show emotions, it's easier for those against you to beat you faster. Do not, no matter the circumstances, show emotions Potter. It'll just lead to your death slower.' The voice continued to drill into her mind with a disgusted sneer. With a blink, Harley's mask was back in place, showing no emotion.
Explosions rocked the foundation of Hogwarts as screams and yells of terror and pain filtered through the air like a haunting song. Bright flashes of light flared in the pitch-black night like a beacon in the light. Light vs. Dark fought fiercely on the grounds of Hogwarts and inside the school. Harley's breath came out steadily in gasps as her footsteps echoed with the loud voices that fought through out the school. She jumped and dodged out of the way of spells and bodies. 'Have to get to Dumbledore. Have to find Dumbledore.' They continued to run through her mind like a broken record as she ran faster. She jumped the last steps of the staircase and did a roll before jumping back up and running towards the Great Hall. Another explosion rocked the school as some of the buildings walls exploded inward. The sixteen-year-old young woman was flung backwards from the force of the air and landed on the ground with a thump. She stumbled to her feet and hurriedly looked for the Headmaster.
Emerald green eyes caught sight of a lithe Dumbledore battling four Death Eaters at once as he protected a group of first years and second years. Pulling out her Holly wood and Phoenix feather wand she ran towards them. Yelling out the first spells she could think of. She knocked two of the Death Eaters out of the way. With another spell she knocked the third and Dumbledore used this chance to knock the fourth out. Running towards the elder man she looked up at Albus with a frown. "We need to get them out of here." She pointed out as she nodded to terrified first and second years. The Headmaster nodded in agreement and the two older individuals began to lead the way out of the Great Hall when a familiar cackle filled the halls. "Voldemort." Harley hissed with disgust as her eyes flashed dangerously.
"Harley Potter." Voldemort cackled in glee as he caught sight of the Girl Who Lived. The Headmaster pushed Harley behind him and backed the students into the Great Hall as six other Death Eaters appeared behind Voldemort. Harley glanced over at the Death Eaters and recognized each of them. Bellatrix Lestrange stood as insane as ever beside her Dark Lord with a twisted glint in her eyes. Rodolphus Lestrange stood emotionlessly but dark eyes glittered with amusement. Rabastan Lestrange stood the same as his brother but continued to twirl his wand in his hand. Lucius Malfoy stood proud and haughty like he was. Augustus Rookwood stood tall and proud like the Pureblood prick he was. They all stood in their darkened glory with silver Death Eater masks covering their faces and black cloaks covering their forms. She glanced from the corner of her eye to Dumbledore and grabbed his hand. Slowly she began to do a morse code. It was something the Order decided to learn incase of times like this were they could not speak aloud. She felt the Headmaster respond in her hand as they continued to push the children back and closer to the back room.
"When I say run." She muttered under her breath to the frightened children behind her that glanced at her with fear, they looked to her to lead them, and that was what she was going to do. "Run to left side of the room and into the teachers lounge. Understand?" She questioned quietly as she listened to the Headmaster bring attention to himself as he spoke to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. The children nodded in understanding. She did one more morse code to the professor who replied back. "Now!" She yelled as she shouted out a spell and knocked Bellatrix Lestrange back and gave the children the chance to run. With the children out of the way Harley began to battle against the extremely skilled Death Eaters as Voldemort and Dumbledore battled.
For who knows how long Harley and the sixth Death Eaters continued to battle each other. Finally getting annoyed at the Death Eaters and their taunting Harley did another, very dark, spell and flung the six Death Eaters back and into the wall across the Great Hall. Harley turned and froze as the green killing curse was flung at her from Voldemorts wand. Time seemed to freeze as Dumbledore jumped in front of the spell for her and collapse to the ground as his eyes dimmed and the sparkle that was once in eyes, disappeared. "No…No…No…" The girl muttered continuously as she shook her head and stared at the deceased Headmasters body in shock.
"Seems like Dumbledore isn't as great as they all think." Voldemort taunted with a smirk across his handsome face. He had taken Potions and done spells to get him to look like he once did. He looked just like he did when he was thirty. He had amazing messy dark black hair, bright emerald green eyes, much like Harleys, pale flawless skin with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. He had a muscular build and was tall, standing at six foot two. Harley looked similar to Voldemort, with her flawless pale skin, bright emerald green eyes, messy raven black hair, high cheekbones and strong jaw with a muscular build and she was tall, standing at five foot nine. That was something Harley hated, looking similar to the man that killed many of those she loved. Harley's eyes flashed dangerously as she looked up from where she was and stared at Voldemort. She hadn't realized she had fallen to her knees. Her death glare seemed to pause Voldemort in his taunting and mocking.
"He was a greater person than you could ever be Tom." She spat out his name like the disease he was. She stood slowly from her spot on the floor and stepped over Dumbledores fallen body and stood tall and strong as her legs spread apart in a fighting stance. Her head tilted to the side as she stared into Tom's eyes. "You're pay for this." She hissed in a deadly tone. "Even if I have to kill every last one of you." Without saying another word she yelled out a spell, and began a duel with Voldemort. The Dark Lord was shocked that the younger girl kept up so easily with him and was as strong as he was and got some good hits as they battled for what seemed like hours until she finally got a good curse in and flung him back out of the Great Hall. Harley watched emotionlessly as Tom Riddle and his followers fled.
"After the Hogwarts battle I began to work on the mission Dumbledore assigned me. I had help from Hermione and Ron who made it faster and easier. They, the Order and everyone else, pushed me into doing what was needed for the Light side to win. I tortured…killed…so many people." Harley stated with self-disgust as she clenched her jaw as she fought the building emotions that wanted to break through her barrier. "I killed…and tortured…fathers…mothers…sons…daughters…and anyone else I had to. Because they said I needed to…they said it was the only way. They didn't give a damn what would happen to me…how it would affect me!" She snapped out with each word it got louder and louder until she was yelling it out. "No…they just used me because I was convenient, because I was their Savior and I was suppose to win this war and because I was their solider…their secret weapon." She sneered it in disgust. She looked away from her reflection and back at the two men on the couch.
"After the Battle of Hogwarts the school shut down so we could fix it. When the funeral for those that we lost was over, myself, Hermione and Ron began to search for Horcruxes." She heard Remus gasp in horror and amazement but ignored it and continued to speak. "We got most of them destroyed, all their was left was Nagini, Voldemorts snake and myself." Silence settled over the area as the two men stared at Harley in horror but didn't speak and aloud Harley to continue speaking. "The biggest battle in history happened at the Ministry of Magic. Everyone on both sides was there and many were killed and injured. We all lost a lot of citizens and creatures on both sides." Harley looked at the children in the playpen. Teddy and Evie were staring up at her innocently, making her smile softly, if not sadly. "That is where everything ended."
"You…you can't do that Harley!" Ron exclaimed, as he looked to his best friend, his other sister, with fear shinning bright in his eyes. A sad smile graced the raven-haired girls lips as she looked at him in front of her.
"I have to. This is what I've been training to do for years. Everything I've ever had to go through, has led up to this point." Harley quickly pulled her brother, in everything but blood, into a hug. "Promise me something Ron." The girl ordered as she looked at her saddened friend.
"Anything." Ron replied hurriedly as he ducked out of the way of a stray spell.
"That if anything happens to me…you keep going…that you marry Hermione and have a large family." The sixteen year old demanded firmly.
"I promise." Ron murmured with tears in his eyes as he pulled his best mate into a hug. "Good luck." The red haired Weasley called out to his friend as he began to duel again against the many creatures, wizards and witches. Harley ran through the crowd, throwing out a few wandless, nonverbal and verbal spells to help the 'Light' side. With a sigh she disappeared from once of the battles within the Ministry and stepped into the elevator. She used a spell to make the elevator go faster when it stopped halfway up.
'Damn them all to hell.' She hissed to herself in her mind before pushing the doors open. With a sigh she stepped out into the hallway to see she was only on the Magical Transportation floor, only on level six. She had five floors left to go up to. She slowly walked out of the elevator and glanced around warily, this floor was silent…too silent, as corky as it sounded. Shaking her head she hurriedly stepped her way out and ran down the hallway towards the staircase. Pushing the door to the staircase open she gave a grown and ran her way up the floors, going two at a time. She ignored the silence and continued to listen to the distant echoing sound of fighting. With a sigh Harley smiled as she finally came across Level 1, Minister of Magic's level. She pulled the door open a crack and looked through the hall to see a group of Death Eaters spread out. Slipping out of the staircase she shut the door behind her silently and began to throw out spells and duel the Death Eaters.
Harley looked at the unconscious and tied up Death Eaters, or the ones killed and stepped to the double doors at the far end of the hallway where the Minister office was, that looked out across the Atrium, where most of the dueling was going on. She stepped up to the door and turned the doorknob slowly and pushed it open with a swing. Not noticing anyone inside she stepped farther into the room and walked to the desk. She froze at the dead Minister with disgust. Rufus Scrimgeour looked like he had been killed by a bite to the neck. 'Nagini' She thought to herself before quickly standing and pointing her wand at the figure standing on the other side of the desk.
"Ah…finally decided to come out of hiding have you Potter?" Voldemort questioned. His own wand was held in his wand and pointed at Harley with a glint in his eyes.
"Just wanted to see how long it'd take me to finally kill you Tom. It should be fun." Harley taunted with a smirk as she noticed the darkened glare on the Dark Lords face. "Shall we begin?" She questioned with a raise of her eyebrow and a smirk still in balance. With a sneer the Dark Lord threw out a spell, which Harley quickly expelled. Soon, the two were in a heated battle between one another, Harley had to wait for the perfect moment to allow him to get a good hit.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled. Harley made no mood to dodge the spell and allowed it to hit her. With a strange feeling over her, Harley fell to the floor, her world went black, and then there was nothing.
"After he yelled the spell, I was cast into unconsciousness. I appeared in Platform Nine and Three Quarters." She gave a small chuckle and bent down, using the edge of the playpen to hold her up she stared into the children's eyes. "Dumbledore was there. He spoke to me, telling me everything that I figured out. On how I was a Horcruxe, and how I was suppose to give myself up to Voldemort. Which I did of course, but I couldn't help but have a little fun first." Harley ignored the angry grumbling of Sirius about how her way of fun was totally warped. "The part of Voldemorts soul was there as well, the part that had been inside of me." She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "When we finished talking, I went back and decided to finish this war."
"It seems your Savior, Harley Potter, isn't as strong and invincible as you all thought!" Voldemort called out to those that remained below and still alive in the Atrium. Harley stirred awake from lying on the carpeted floor behind Voldemort. Bright, dazzling, emerald green eyes flickered open and looked around the room. Turning her gaze to where Nagini, Voldemorts pet snake was she wandlessly and wordlessly did a severing charm, cutting the snakes head off. The girl distantly listened to Voldemort speak as she stood up from the floor slowly and silently. The Girl Who Lived could hear the cries and yells of those below her at the words Voldemort had spoke. The Dark Lord must have already shown her 'dead' body. The desk that the Minister once sat at was out of the way. Voldemort stood in front of the large broken window in his darken glory. Harley tightened her grip on her wand as she stared emotionlessly at the Dark Lord.
"You know Tom!" Harley stated loudly, causing silence to settle as everyone below froze in disbelief and amazement at the sound of the familiar light and musical voice of Harley, though it had a hint of gruffness from her years of yelling during her battles. "That it has never been easy to kill me. You should know this by now of course." She continued sarcastically as she kept her wand pointed at the older male. "I feel this is the end for you and all your little followers. After all…you have no more Horcruxes left. I just killed the last one and you just killed me." She mocked as she stared into similar bright green eyes. "Goodbye Tom." Harley stated.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled. The bright green light shot out of his wand and headed towards Harley.
"Expelliarmus!" Harley yelled back. The bright scarlet light shot back and connected to the green beam of light, causing it to shoot back and hit Voldemort in the chest. Shocked green eyes looked into Harleys before dimming. The sixteen year old stepped forward at the edge of the office and watched the once powerful Dark Lords body fall to the floor with a sickening thump. Cheers and yells echoed through the Atrium as all hugged and congratulated one another before cheering for Harley Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived-And-Conquered-The-Dark-Lord. It was a long name, but well worth it in everyone's eyes.
This is Part One of Two for the memories. I didn't think it'd be this long, but it's already fifteen pages long. It's also over 8,000 words. I know, it's the longest chapter and my favorite so far, besides the first chapter. :)
Since I'm not finished with the Memories, I'm going to have to use another chapter to finish it. I will have the Cullens appear in the story by Chapter Six!
Hope you all don't mind!
Tell me, what do you think of this chapter? I'm about to write the next part, which will hopefully be as long.
Just a warning too, that whatever I write in the story based off of my Harley Potter story, didn't exactly happen in the up coming chapters, I'm just using my imagination for this. ;)
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
R&R please! Tell me what you think! I love getting reviews! It keeps me writing! Did you all like when she talked it showed memories of what happened? I'll have it the same way in the next chapter too when she continues speaking about some important things that happened in the war.
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