Seek Beyond: Chapter 10 - Three? Wait, what?
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Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, everything is fine—well fine until the dark side is plotting something and a new prophecy is revealed there with a new dark lord rising trying to start a third wizarding war.
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Warning(s): Blood... I guess...
Pairing(s): Harry/Lysandra and the normal ships in the HP book... Except for the Ginny/Harry one... He's already taken and Harry's pretty old for Ginny in this story.
Spoiler(s): You need to know what the Deathly Hallows are.
I think... If you guys didn't read the chapter with the trial for Harry, then I think you guys should...
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"Speech"
Flashbacks and Dreams
"Parseltongue"
A/N and etc
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make money writing this... fanfiction
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A/N: A Horrible I am! I didn't even finish editing this chapter and yet... I'm uploading this... Such an Idiot I am...
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Breathing fast and hard, Harry stared at the dark stone. It was a black stone with a triangle—representing the Cloak, the vertical line—representing the wand, and lastly, the circle—representing this stone.
He closed his eyes and turned the stone over three times in his hand. Slowly and quietly, he heard slight movement—shuffling right in front of him. He knew what was going to happen so he opened his eyes and his breathing labored.
Standing right in front of him was Lysandra and a girl that resembled her very much. While the girl had brown hair Lysandra had blonde hair, both had pale skin and dark blue eyes.
Harry saw that they were neither ghost nor truly flesh but for a second, just for a second, he thought she was really there. He stared at her as she held her usual, bright smile and started to move forwards towards him.
"I'm sorry," Harry breathed out, though not really sure what he was sorry for. Her death? The pain he had given her? He watched his shoes, uninterested while Lysandra raised her hand and made an attempt to touch him on the cheek.
"There's no need to be sorry Harry, look at me, you have nothing to be sorry for… If there was someone who had to be sorry, it would be Temno,"
Harry jerked his head to Lysandra.
"What did Temno do?"
"Killed me, and killed Isabelle," Lysandra said bluntly as she pointed at the girl which Harry realized that, that was her daughter.
"That bad man killed me and mommy, so I want you to protect my younger sisters and brother," Isabelle said as she smiled brightly,
"W—What about the letter?" He said, confused. "You told me that your father made you kill yourself—"
"That wasn't me,"
"...What?"
"That wasn't me… that was a plan for you to blame yourself for my death —"
"Then why did you need the poison?"
"...Poison?"
Lysandra's answer caught him off guard as he stared at her in shock.
"You asked for Basilisk Venom!" He half screamed. "You said—that you needed Basilisk Venom the day before we were supposed to go visit Hardwin and Harlow—"
"Polyjuice Potion," Lysandra said, rather bluntly.
Harry felt stupid. Was that person in Polyjuice Potion — That person in Polyjuice Potion… kissed him! He felt his face go red and groaned.
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"Uh oh, Harry's going into Harry-must-blame-himself mode," Lysandra said as she watched Harry walk around in a small circle while hitting himself in the face, blushing furiously.
"Harry-must-blame-himself mode?"
"Yes. It's when he's blushing and starts to blame himself for something, and for now, I think the person in Polyjuice Potion did something to him,"
"Like what mummy?" Isabelle whispered. Her eyes became wide "Uh oh, did that bad man- I mean, did that person… kiss… him?"
Lysandra nodded and sighed.
"He's one of the most paranoid people I know- Harry I mean, and I feel like he was under a confundus charm or he really is an idiot," Lysandra grumbled "Being him, I'm pretty sure that he's an idiot, because I'll tell you this; he could get the highest grade in any subject, but when it comes to romance, he goes all… stupid,"
Isabelle nodded and watched as Harry sat up straight and cleared his throat, slightly blushing.
"So… I hope you weren't talking about me,"
Lysandra rolled her eyes but smiled fondly. "You know me, always talking. Anyways, thanks for everything… Everything that you did for me," she said.
Isabelle nodded and added, "Take care of my little siblings or I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you!"
"Thanks, I'll love some kind of haunting," Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "It's been kinda lonely,"
"I know… I know," Said Lysandra. She waved her hand around and smiled brightly—which Isabelle copied.
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"...Well?"
"Well, what?" Harry snapped. "What am I supposed to say?"
"Maybe you should start talking before a shove a truth potion into your mouth," Madame Pomfrey shot back, her temper rising. "Or…" Her voice quieter, "Why you are here when I heard that Potter Manor was attacked and the occupants were- in your mother's words—'Tied in their bed, hopefully sleeping'"
Harry smirked and replied with feigned innocence, "Well Poppy, I guess I never heard that since maybe… I snuck out,"
Madame Pomfrey shook her head and smiled sadly, "You came here to see if the rumors were true… right?" She raised her hands and put it on Harry's shoulders. "The resurrection stone… It's a load of bollocks and I think you should leave it there,"
Harry didn't reply but as soon as she said it, he sobered up and tears welled in his eyes with the lump in his throat making him unable to speak. Tears fell from his face and dropped on the floor, making a distinguishable 'plop' sound and soon, he cried out clinging to Madame Pomfrey as if his life depended on it.
"There there, shh… it's okay," She cooed. She remembered the time she been the shoulder to cry on for him years ago and smiled sadly. "I bet you've been holding it all in for years, hmm?"
She didn't expect any sound to come from him other than the quiet whimpers and hiccups but she still heard the small 'yes' from him, albeit muffled.
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When the tears finally stopped, Harry sat up and blushed a little and Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows. He replied:
"What am I thinking? I'm over 25 and I'm still crying like a child-"
"There's nothing wrong with that. It's perfectly normal, and when you're forced to carry a burden for a long time, I bet that after a while, they'll crack and I personally think that it's better for you to let it all go right now rather than during a… Meeting or something," She saw Harry crack a smile at her and she sighed in relief.
"Personally, I think that since it's so dark, It is important to return home so that you don't end up being screamed at,"
Harry chuckled, "I don't think I'm ever not going to be yelled. It's either going to be Lilac, Sage, Remus, Sirius, Dad, or—merlin forbid—Mum."
"Perhaps, if you do not want to be yelled, I believe that you should go home," Madame Pomfrey said.
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"...Well?"
"We've been over this!" Harry groaned, "You will not shove a truth potion into my mouth and I was not tied to my bed by mum!"
"No, we didn't," Lilac snapped, "We didn't go over this, but if you want…"
"Fine. I was at Hogwarts. Nothing more, nothing less. Happy?"
"No,"
"Sorry about that, but I'm taken for the rest of the lovely afternoon. Goodbye," Harry said as he pushed Lilac aside.
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Harry walked to the kitchen and made sure that no one was here. When he found what he was looking for he smiled and lifted the knife and closed his eyes, ready for the pain and brought the dangerous weapon down to his chest until someone opened the door and screamed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HARRY!" He heard his father scream at him. As soon as he felt the warm, sticky substance on his body, he opened his eyes and saw that his father was holding his body, sobbing uncontrollably.
"...Dad?"
"Idiot! Why- Why did you try to do that?" He saw his father reach out to the knife that was in him and he noticed that the knife wasn't in his chest but in his abdomen but his father wasn't reassured at all.
"James, what's going on- HARRY!" Lily shrieked as she ran into the kitchen "Sage, Lilac— WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET THE TWINS OUT OF HERE!"
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"Ickle Potters, finally losing the traitor," Jefferson sang aloud as James growled at him.
"He isn't a traitor!" Sage shrieked, when he saw Jefferson smiling he said, "What are you smiling about?"
Said Jefferson smiled even more brightly and spoke in a sickly sweet voice, laced with arrogance:
"He didn't tell you about the two, he might as well not be speaking about the third!"
"...What?"
"The third one, don't you know?" Jefferson chuckled, "Ickle Potter isn't telling you something... Maybe that's why he committed suicide—"
"—He isn't dead!" Both Sage and Lilac screamed.
"Isn't he?"
"Wait," James spoke up, "How do you know that he tried to stab himself?"
The smiled left Jefferson's face and in seconds, the arrogant face turned into a fearful one.
"Nothing you need to know," He spat angrily but the Potters knew something was wrong. How did he know that Harry had tried to kill himself?
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A/N:I told you so, I told you so, I told you so! This chapter is the worst because I DID NOT DO A SECOND DRAFT, NOR DID I EDIT IT.
Anyways... This might be the last chapter of 2017... and it was horrible...