Two hours before this point, at Hogwarts:

"No, I don't think I should just sit around and wait for them to get my mum. I should be out there helping them. I would be more use there, than here." Harry ranted, he continued to pace in front of the fireplace in Gryffindor common room. Both Hermione and Ron were sitting on the sofa facing him, trying to calm him down but having no luck.

"Look, Harry. I think your dad decided to keep you here for your safety. They don't know who will be there, or how dangerous it would be. So they were just doing it in your best interest." Hermione kindly suggested, she was concerned for Harry. He was never known for sitting out when something was going on, she admired and despised him for this quality.

"Yeah, could you imagine running into You-Know-Who bloody hell that would be horrible." Ron added, "it's not like you know enough magic to be helpful out there anyway Harry, we're only first years. What can we do?"

"We can do as much as we set our minds to. My mum taught me from a young age magic with a spare wand, I know enough to protect myself, she said that I was amazing for my age but I had no one to compare it to. I can help, I can do something." he headed for the door, he was going to do help, he couldn't sit around anymore.

"No Harry it's too dangerous." Hermione proclaimed, "I'm going to bed, it's getting late. I hope you will do the same. When they have news to tell you, they will come and get you. Until then Harry there is nothing you or I can do." as she walked up the girl dormitory stairs, Harry thought to himself, why haven't I heard anything from them yet? Could they all be dead? I have only had a family, a really family for a minute. I don't want them to be gone, I'm not ready to do this on my own. I need my parents.

"Are you going to bed then Harry?" Ron queried, he could see the thought process going on in Harry's head. Ron had learnt that whatever Harry was thinking, his eyes would show it. It allowed him to be on the same wavelength as his friend most of the time.

"I can't do nothing." Harry mumbled, then the idea came to him; as if a speeding thought, "make sure Hermione thinks I've gone to bed." He shuffled quickly up to his dorm to grab a piece of equipment that would allow him to go where he needed to go, his broomstick. The one his mum bought for him when they went round Diagon Alley, he hadn't been able to ride too much but when he did, it felt amazing. He felt into his pocket to make sure his wand was still in there, and it was.

"How do you know where to go?" Ron question, it was a massive flaw in his plan.

"Malfoy Manor." Harry bluntly replied, moving towards the door of the common room again.

"How do you know where that is?"

"I've over heard Draco talking about it, I know which direction to go, I think." Harry hoped, he knew it was a long shot but it was better than any. "I've got to go." he moved out of the common room, through the painting and into castle. Thanks to the map he knew how to get out of the castle quite easily, behind the mirror on the fourth floor. The ceiling looked like it was going to fall in any second, but it was the quickest way out of the castle.

He was dead set one where he was going; with his broomstick in his hand, he crept round corners and darted through corridors to avoid explaining what he was doing to any teachers or prefects. It was all going perfectly, until he ran into Professor Dumbledore, "oh sorry." they said in unison to one another.

"My dear Harry. Are you going to play some late night quidditch?" the headmaster had a massive smile on his face, "you know, if I was you, the best place to go would be in the direction of moonlight." Harry didn't quite understand, was the headmaster of the school allowing him to do this and turning a blind eye to it? "Don't forget that when approaching the place you are going, you do it with caution. It can get quite dangerous sometimes. Good luck with the quidditch Harry." and the old man skipped off out of sight.

Harry didn't know what to think, Dumbledore must have known he was going to help his dad, and he told him where to go. He didn't follow how his teacher was allowing him to do this. But shook off the feeling and went through the passageway, he moved at more of a run to reduce the amount of time he wasted. Once he was out of the passage and in Hogsmeade, the boy looked to the where the moon was and flow in that direction.

Harry didn't know whether to feel stupid or scared, he had just flown in the direction that Dumbledore had suggested. Why didn't I ask for more of a direction or intelligent questions like: how long will I be flying for? Or how will I know which one is Malfoy Manor? Or will I get there in time to do any help? It made the young boy feel so stupid that he hadn't thought more like Hermione and gone into the situation with all the facts. He also felt bad going behind her back, even when she told him not to, it just made him think of the lecture he was going to get when he got back, "you could have died Harry.." but then he thought about it, he could die, he could go into this fight and not make it out alive. His parents would kill him, if they knew what he was doing right now. But he couldn't go back, not now. The wind push back his hair as he dove into the night sky, it was peaceful high above the trees. As he flow over the forest below him, what if the Ministry find out? Harry thought to himself, I know I cannot do make outside of school, could they take away my wand? It doesn't matter, if I have my family together, safe and well; that's all that matters. I'm sure that if I explain to them what has happened anyway, they would listen. They couldn't expel me after I try and stop the Death Eaters. The eleven boy peered through his glasses to see vibrate colours flashing in between the trees in front of him, a couple of the trees were even on fire. This was a sign of something going on, nothing good could be happening, a large blasts could be seen clearer the closer he got to the tops of the tree, it was definitely magic. Harry avoided getting too close to the flashing lights, indicating spells were being cast, but wanted to land close enough be able to get there quick. So he drew closer to forest floor, dangling his feet from either side of his broom, as he slowly touched the floor, a loud bang startled him. He pulled out his wand to scan the area, he realised it was his feet breaking a branch. "Pull yourself together Harry." he said to himself, the emerald eyed boy tried to calm down by inhaling and exhaling. "Breath. Come on, I have to do this." and he set off towards the flashing lights. He wasn't going slowly at any cost, he knew the sooner he got there the more he could do to help. As he got closer to the screeching sounds and intense lights he slowed down, noticing that not too far in front of him was two wizards or witches fighting. Suddenly, the young boy hid behind the closest tree inching his way towards the two of them as quietly as possible, it was no longer a fight. This was a murder, he was going to witness a murder. Then he focused in harder on the woman who had just fallen to the floor, it was his mother, although Harry didn't know or recognize the man hurting his mother but it didn't stop him. He sprinted to where his mother was lying extremely still, "STOP!", well hopefully the training my mum gave me is going to be enough, I won't let this man hurt you. "Locomotor Wibbly!" Harry shouted and attempting to give the wizard jelly-legs but not succeeding as he easily deflected it.

"Who are you to defy me?" the evil man asked.

"No one of importance, just someone who doesn't want you to hurt anyone anymore. Densaugeo." he hit the man successfully with his teeth growing to increase difficulty to talk and pronounce certain words.

"Cucccio!" he screamed back, and missed Harry slightly as the dangerous curse flow extremely close to his head. His jet black hair still messy as ever almost took away his sight of his dueller, until the wind helped him by blowing it out of his glasses to get a perfect shot at the man gritting at his enlarged teeth.

"Steleus!" his victim sneezed giving Harry the opportunity to fire another curse, this time to finish him off, "Reducto!" and the man was no more than a pile of ash on the forest floor. Harry couldn't help but smile at his victory, he had done his first duel and won against a Death Eater; Ron wasn't going to believe him. Past the pile of ash on the floor in front of Harry was a man running towards him, it was his Dad; James.

"HARRY! Are you okay? Where's your mother? Where's Lily?" James shook Harry desperate for answers.

"I'm fine, mum's behind me." Harry swivelled and James faced his wife, but he didn't how injured she was.

Lily lied there barely moving, James at first couldn't tell if she was even alive until she gasped for breath once more. Her hands were placed on her lower stomach, her hands had earlier attempted to hold pressure down on her wounds but no more, while her lower limbs were at uncomfortable angles as she had once tried to get up, but no more. As the women's eyes her shut to hide her vision from the truth, that she was dying, and continued to mumble the same apology with what strength she had left. "I'm so sorry James. I'm so sorry." as if she was on repeat.

Her husband ran to her side, put left hand in her left hand and the other down the length of her face. "I'm here. We're going to get you to Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey can get help you. You're going to be fine." James reassured her, a tear missed his circular glasses and fell to the forest ground.

"It's okay James, just look after Harry. Just look after our son."

"He's fine, he's right here. You're fine, we're all fine." James tried to repeat more reassuringly, but failing.

"Just look after Harry, don't hate him choices I made. Hate me not him." Lily whispered, her voice was fading.

"I don't hate you, Lily. Please just stay with me, we need to get you to Hogwarts, you're not going to die on me. You hear me." James begged, but his wife was deteriorating right in before his hazel eyes.

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