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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: swearing and violence
"He is mine."
Order of Realisation-Chapter 8
Harry's chest was squeezing painfully, his ears popping as he remained half aware that someone was apperating him to King's Cross, with a nastily tight grip on his arm. There was muffled noise, dull colours and pain; pleasure from Voldemort that almost obliterated Harry's mind.
Then the screams started.
"Get up idiot!" someone snarled at him,
Snapping his eyes open, Harry found himself in the middle of what looked like a war zone. Bodies littered the station, pools of blood expanding sluggishly from underneath them. Spells were clashing, and some were caught in the cross fire, falling suddenly as if the strings that had held them up were suddenly cut. Taking in a breath, Harry met eyes with the woman that had been assigned to him.
She was standing tall above him, her face crumpled in what could only be annoyance. Before he could evaluate her further, she leant down and grabbed at his shirt collar, hauling him to his feet in one fluid movement.
"Wha-"
"Get behind me!" she screamed, cutting him off while falling into a familiar duelling stance as a spell ricocheted off her shield charm. The spell had been too light for her magic and it dispersed before it could do any damage. Harry was mildly impressed, that was until she retaliated with a spell that almost bordered unforgivable.
"Hey! Don't do-"
"Don't do what Potter? Save your arse?" she said sarcastically over her shoulder, and he blushed as she smirked before turning back to the fray.
Voldemort's arrival seemed to have caused pandemonium, that's if the atmosphere could get any worse. He looked dangerous as he stood surrounded by his inner circle, his red eyes dancing over the destruction and allowing a nasty smirk to slip onto his face. He hadn't even bothered to lift his wand as curses in all directions came towards him, instead merely raising a half hearted hand that blocked all of them in a single second.
Harry begrudgingly appraised Voldemort as he continued to use wandless and wordless magic with little to no effort. It was when these thoughts crossed his mind that Voldemort looked over his shoulder and caught his eye, grinning nastily before withdrawing his wand and blasting a part of fallen rubble apart, causing shrapnel to spin and catch those trying to escape in the back. Harry glared when Voldemort let out a laugh, unaware of the spell heading right for him.
"Watch it moron!" The woman yelled and grabbed him hastily, tackling them both to the ground. Somehow they spun in the air and the woman ended up underneath him, Harry found himself blushing heavily as he realised he was pressing her into the ground with all of his weight.
He scrambled to his feet, too mortified to even think that he could have grabbed her wand then and there as it lay next to her head. When he noticed her pale face as she snatched it from the ground and leapt up, he cursed, realising his mistake.
However, before he could think upon what he could do to escape, a scream reverberated around the station, cutting over the clash of spells and terror,
"HARRY!"
He spun around quickly and almost lost his balance as fear gripped him and he felt his stomach drop as he spotted Hermione, Fred and George amongst the destruction.
Out of the corner of his eye he also realised that he wasn't the only one to hear her call. Grinning manically, Voldemort turned towards the three and lifted his wand.
"NO!" Harry yelled, fear coiling and pumping in his veins, forgetting about Voldemort's warning he sprinted towards where Voldemort stood, Harry didn't notice the woman Death eater paling even further and hurrying after him, not letting him away from her for more than a foot.
Harry's feet pummelled the ground and before he could think about the consequences, he jumped at Voldemort, slamming into him hard and knocking them both over.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed in shock as she watched the pair crash over and land on some rubble.
Quicker than Harry thought possible, Voldemort had a hand around his throat and growled before throwing him off and standing elegantly. Behind Harry, the woman stood breathing heavily, her eyes flashing frightfully as she took in the gaze of Lord Voldemort. He sneered at her, about to raise his wand when he paused, looked over her shoulder and then disappeared, leaving Harry lying on the floor in shock and the woman swaying slightly.
"Oh my-" she said slowly before she was cut off by Hermione as she yelled and ran towards Harry, Fred and George hot on her tail. Harry had just managed to get to his feet when Hermione slammed into him, pushing him away from the Death eater and almost to the ground again.
"Harry! Oh my God, I thought- we all just- Oh God!" she was muttering hysterically, as she walked Harry backwards and away from the fight.
"STOP!" The woman Death eater screamed as Harry got further away from her, she tried to move after them both but was trapped against George's chest, who proceeded to drag her backwards,
"A little light for a Death eater aren't ya?" He hissed in her ear trying to pull her wand away from her. Everybody froze when Harry let out a yell and then dropped to the ground.
He was burning,
His limbs jerking horribly as he struggled on the floor, holding a scream back behind clenched teeth. Hermione fell over him and grasped his shoulders, calling his name, eyes scared as she watch Harry roll under whatever was causing him pain.
The woman Death eater had her wand out and was pointing it towards where Harry lay, she jerked in George's grasp which had gone slack in shock.
"Get your hands off me!" She hissed before slamming an elbow into his chest and pushing him away from her. Once free she stalked towards Harry, wand out and hovering over his form, her lips beginning to form words when,
She was blasted backwards by a powerful cutting curse.
It caught her across the shoulder, blood spurting violently as it ripped her apart, cutting deeply. She sailed through the air and landed with a crash about three meters from the twins.
Shocked, the twins and Hermione stared at the woman with dark hair as it was soaked with blood, falling fast from the deep wound that had caught her. Groaning she lifted a hand up before she slumped and seemed to fall unconscious.
Seconds after this, a furious Sirius Black leapt over the rubble that lay near and crashed down next to Harry, who was still suffering from what seemed like an electrical shock. Remus followed swiftly after, pulling Hermione back out of the way and trying some spells on him.
Harry was barely aware of this as he thrashed under the pain, his mind suddenly focusing on something Voldemort had said to him as he strapped the metal band on his wrist.
'The band will stop you from performing magic and straying from my followers, don't test its capabilities Potter because you'll be in for a shock.'
'Bloody hilarious.'
"Harry! Harry? Can you hear me?" Remus was yelling frantically from somewhere above his head. Two pairs of hands were holding him down, trying to stop him from thrashing and hurting himself. Cracking his eyes open against the pain he spotted Sirius above him, looking gaunt and worried.
Gathering all the strength he had,
"Band-ca-u-causes me- pain-if-if-I s-stray fr-from-Death ea- eater." He forced out, pulling his arm from their grip and gesturing weakly to the woman Death eater that must have been fighting somewhere near him.
Both Remus and Sirius looked at each other in shock before glancing over at the person they had dispatched before getting to Harry, they hadn't even considered that the man was connected to Harry in some way.
Remus raised a shaky hand and accio'd the person over to them.
The woman had just started to come around when she yelped as a sharp tug forcefully pulled over the ground and towards the group that had gathered around Harry. Blood trailed after her and glared out at the two men as they realised that the person that they had viciously attacked was a young girl, not what they had expected.
When she was a meter from Harry he stopped screaming and gasped, a huge breath racking his body as he escaped the shocks that had held him down.
The woman then slammed into Remus and she growled, pulling away instantly and digging her wand into his ribs.
"Lovely to make your acquaintance, next time you could both try and shake my hand instead of trying to RIP OFF MY ARM!" She spat before groaning, her face paling. Remus glanced over at Sirius and found him staring at the woman in shock, his eyes wide.
While they were distracted, she snaked a hand around Harry's wrist and apparated over the other side of the station, leaving behind a shell shocked group, Hermione's desperate scream and falling heavily to the ground once they arrived. Harry stumbled over her and fell on his face, just about avoiding cracking his glasses on the ground.
Harry turned over, ready to yell at the woman when he took her entire form in. She was deathly pale, her eyes unfocused as she gripped her wand and pointed it at him. Her other hand grasped her shoulder in a tight grip and blood trickled over her hand and down her arm, her robes parting to reveal a deep cut that went down to the bone. Harry thought that it might have killed her if Sirius had caught her neck.
He moved towards her but stopped when she threw up a hand,
"Don't-"
Harry frowned,
"I wasn't-"
"Look Potter, you can stay by my side and not attack me, or you can go writhe around on the ground again, I don't particularly care which." She cut over him, breathing raggedly. "Hey-wasn't that Sirius Black?"
He stared at her, shocked that she was still capable of her biting remarks when she was in such a state.
"Er-"
"Oh forget it, come on, I'd rather avoid another encounter with your crazy Godfather." She sneered, getting to her feet and pointing her wand at him again. He felt himself go red at her comment,
"Don't you bad mouth my Godfather!" he said, annoyed. She merely rolled her eyes at him and swayed a little.
"Yeah yeah- whatever, let's just-" but she was cut off,
"Harry! Over here!" a voice yelled over the noise, causing Harry to look wildly around him. Glancing uncertainly at the women he searched the area and spotted Sirius and Remus with Hermione, Fred and George. They were across a train track, a little too far to reach them, and there was a shield charm up behind them protecting them from those wishing to sneak up behind them.
Harry glanced back at the woman again, an idea forming rather rapidly.
He moved slightly and there was a glint in her eye as she guessed what he was thinking of doing,
"Don't you dare-"
"Harry! JUST BLOODY GRAB HER!"
And he pounced.
The lack of blood must have weakened her as he expected a more fierce fight from her. Instead she seemed to crumple beneath his grip and it wasn't long before he found his arm around her neck, digging into her windpipe.
Right, okay then.
He started to drag her towards where he could see his Godfather, clambering over fallen rubble and ducking under curses, unaware of the pain the woman was in with his rough treatment. Harry was surprised that Voldemort wasn't aware of what he was doing to one of his followers. Perhaps he would be furious?
Although the woman was struggling against his grip, he still failed to remove her wand from her, as she kept it in a tight grip but angled away from them both. She was probably too weak to concentrate on magic. A small part of Harry hated himself for doing what he was doing.
Crouching beneath a fallen pillar propped up against a nearby train he dragged the Death eater around the corner and almost fell in his haste to get to Sirius. Remus, Fred and George had backed themselves up against Sirius and Hermione and were fighting a small group of what looked like inexperienced Death eaters as they were easily stunned and take care of.
Harry fell through the shield charm and Sirius grasped his shoulder, ignoring the woman studiously and pushing her slightly out of Harry's grasp. She stumbled but George jumped forward and steadied her quickly, earning himself a glare. The Death eater then found five wands trained on her and she stilled, not even making a move to pull away from George, who had a tight grip on her arm.
"How do you get the band off Harry's wrist?" Remus questioned quietly, his intelligent eyes roaming her face before he glanced at Sirius.
"I don't know." She sighed as if she was bored, but Harry could tell that her tolerance was wavering, in a few minutes she would be out cold or dead.
"Why not?" Remus asked quickly, raising a hand to stop Sirius from biting her head off.
"I don't know because Vol- the Dark Lord put it on him before the meeting." Over her shoulder Fred and George changed a look.
"Did he not say anything?" Hermione cut in, looking panicked as her eyes darted around the station.
"Of course not you stupid girl-"
"Hey!" Fred cut over her, outraged. Hermione just shrugged and patted Fred on the arm unconsciously.
"Hermione is not stupid." Harry hissed as his head began to pound as he leaned heavily on Sirius.
The Death eater rolled her eyes,
"Sorry if I seem like I couldn't care...Less..."
And with that she lost the last of the colour in her face and fell into a dead faint. Surprised by the sudden loss of consciousness, George yelped and almost lost his grip on her.
Remus stepped forward and lowered her to the ground, as he peeled back her robes to inspect the gory slice in her shoulder.
"We need to heal this-" he started but Sirius cut over him,
"Why the hell should we? She's a Death eater!"
Remus paused and seemed to take a deep breath,
"We need to heal her so she won't die. Who knows what that might do to Harry if Voldemort has linked her to him."
Sirius remained quiet. "We can also question her."
Harry was looking on feeling slightly uneasy. He might not like the woman but he didn't want her to die because of something he got involved with.
"She's not going to like that." He muttered to himself, but Sirius seemed to hear.
"I don't care what she feels Harry; she was trying to keep you from us."
It was then that Harry realised that Sirius was shaking and he felt the guilt eat at him from the inside, leaning away from his Godfather to look around at him.
"Sirius- I didn't mean for-"
A chill brought him up short and he flinched as his scar burned.
"How touching."
Oh shit.
A little less than three feet from them, dark in his stance and blood splattering his cheek, stood Voldemort.
His eyes glittered as he reviewed the scene. He glanced down at the woman as Remus hovered over her, his wand now pointing at the Dark Lord; he frowned, almost looking disappointed.
"Look how you have treated my follower Harry." He said delicately before slipping into parseltongue, "Another death on your bloody hands."
Harry shivered as that voice seemed to echo inside of his mind, gripping him like cold hands. Sirius shifted slightly and Voldemort spared him a glance before finding Hermione between the shoulders of the twins. She was breathing heavily and her face pale, but she tilted her chin upwards slightly, almost defiantly and Harry felt a rush of affection towards his best friend.
Voldemort hummed before chuckling lowly, his wand slipping into his hand from his sleeve.
"That one will do." He said simply before jabbing his wand towards Hermione, who yelped loudly and was jerked forward.
"No!" Harry yelled, leaping forward and just managing to snag Hermione's sleeve before forcibly dragging her backwards and away from Voldemort, who now looked a little irritated.
Voldemort sighed,
"Harry, I had promised you would watch." He said simply, as if he was irritated that Harry was late for a class instead of stopping him from murdering Hermione in front of him.
"You won't lay a hand on her." He growled in response, jumping a little when both Fred and George stood either side of him, mirroring his movement.
Voldemort frowned,
"Careful Harry, you wouldn't want to make the red head jealous." He teased, twirling his wand between his long fingers.
"You won't hurt Ron either." He bit out, losing his nerve at the lack of reaction from Voldemort. For someone who had been so furious, he looked too calm, unnervingly so.
Voldemort just laughed, letting his gaze land on the twins, assessing them as they pointed their wands at him, unwavering.
"Come now Harry, don't be a tease." He mocked, sneering slightly as Sirius growled lowly.
He paused a little, before taking the slightest step back. Harry was shocked; surely he wasn't giving up, not after he had made such a fuss at the ministry about keeping him alive? He half relaxed, his shoulders losing their tension,
And that was his first mistake.
Very suddenly the Death eater on the ground was jerked out from underneath them and slid to a halt in front of Voldemort. Harry met his gaze and a second later and realised just how far Voldemort was from him. The next second he dropped, yelling as shocks racked his body. He fell forwards and out of the reach of Sirius, who had yelled his name desperately.
Voldemort's wand flashed again and the five of them were blasted backwards and away from Harry as a shield was quickly put up around him and Voldemort.
Jerking horribly, Harry managed to glare at the Dark Lord before his arms gave out and he was lying on his front, agonising over the pain that the band was causing.
"You know what to do Harry to make it stop." Voldemort said smugly as he watched Harry, his eyes glittering sadistically again.
Through the burning of his scar and the electrifying feel of the band, Harry knew that he had to get near the body of the Death eater. There was no way she was alive now, blood was pooling around her as she lay at Voldemort's feet.
Painfully he found some strength from somewhere and started pulling himself towards where he knew the pain would stop. Voldemort just observed, casually as if watching the television.
The mental image that this brought made Voldemort snort as he read his mind with ease.
'Get out.'
Voldemort chuckled a little louder this time, remaining where he was, at ease with the fact that Harry was going nowhere and his friends were trying to reach him through a barrier that Harry guessed that only Voldemort could penetrate.
"Right you are Harry." The man muttered, glancing up as Remus made a vicious attack on the barrier.
Harry was almost there, his lungs were searing in the effort to take in deep breaths and his hands shook as they grasped at objects that could pull him along faster. He gritted his teeth, refusing to show anymore discomfort to the man that was watching him intently.
The pain stopped when he grabbed the woman's wrist.
He pulled his knees under him and steadied himself before standing slowly, glaring as Voldemort mockingly clapped him.
"Nicely done Harry."
Harry almost gave him the finger but he thought that he better not push his luck, seeing as Hermione was still close by and in danger of being attacked by the man across from him.
"Well I think our little excursion is over here Harry, did you have fun?" Voldemort asked softly as he stepped over the woman and grasped his chin harshly. Harry flinched and looked away from his gaze.
"Piss off." He muttered, feeling very tired all of a sudden.
"I think it is time to return Potter," the he hissed coldly, before grasping his arm tightly,
"What about-" Harry started, looking down at the woman. Voldemort however did not seem to have heard him as he gazed over Harry's shoulder. Before he could even turn his head, Harry felt the tell tale signs of apparition and everything went black.
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"Fuck!" Sirius cursed loudly as he watched both Harry and Voldemort disappear once again. He was failing, he had lost Harry at the ministry and now again at King's Cross. His sudden bout of depression however did not stop him from rushing forward as soon as the barrier slipped down and moving towards Harry had last been.
Remus on the other hand seemed to be ignoring the fact that Harry was gone and instead rushed over to the Death eater.
"Remus she's dead-" Sirius started, uncertain.
Remus shook his head, reaching the woman and feeling for her pulse,
"No she isn't, I can hear her breathing." He waved his wand over her torso before stooping to pick her up in his arms. He staggered a little under the unexpected weight but then stood taller and looked over to where Hermione was knelt in front of Fred, tending to a cut on the back of his head that he had got when they had been thrown away from Harry. Hermione's eyes were glistening with unshed tears but she remained silent.
"Remus, what- Harry was-"
"I know." He said loudly over him. "Let's just focus on getting back to headquarters before this one dies." Remus said quieter, nodding at the woman in his arms. "We can deal with what just happened when we get there, if we don't move now, ministry officials will be crawling all over this place and we don't need you getting caught."
Sirius just looked at him for a while before nodding slowly. They made their way over to the twins and Hermione just as they were getting to their feet.
"Come on; let's get you guys to safety."
Hermione sighed and blinked a few times before looking around the almost deserted station. She took a few wobbly steps forward and looked back at them, waiting. Fred and George glanced at each other before heading for the exit, leaving behind both Sirius and Remus as they took in the destruction and listened to the echoing footsteps that contrasted, so heavily, against the noise that had once been.
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Harry had been thrown into a dank cell underground as soon as they had arrived. Voldemort's viciousness frightening him as the bars slammed shut behind him, before the man stormed back up the stairs. There was a strange look in his eyes that suggested that something was going to happen, and not something that Harry was going to enjoy.
Feeling his way around the small cell, he met the wall and turned his back so he could slide down it. The coolness had a calming effect and as Voldemort got further away, his burning scar turned into a dull ache. Closing his eyes in the pitch black, Harry tilted his head back and sighed heavily, the events of the last couple of hours washing over him.
His mind kept returning to the moment the woman had fainted in George's arms. She had looked so defiant and beaten at the same time that the paradox had plagued Harry since the time she had dropped. Voldemort obviously thought she was dead and hadn't even spared her a second thought as he had stepped over the body.
Wrinkling his nose, Harry exhaled
"Blimey that was a nightmare." He muttered under his breath.
And then there was movement.
Harry's eyes snapped open just as he realised that there was someone else in the dungeons with him, he held his breath as he picked out small signs of another person near him. After a long pause of tense silence, there was small cough,
"Hello? Who is that?" a young and innocent sounding voice asked carefully. "Mummy, is that you?"
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