Chapter 1
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I known I should post the new chapter but instead after reading the reviews I realized how bad the first chapter was soooo, I rewrite it, for one understand the characters much better, and two to not look a rushed story, nothing much was changed bust little things..
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Chapter one p1 :
For Harry James Potter the fourth year at Hogwarts had been far from what he had expected it to be. When would he ever have a normal school year without some psycho sociopath after him? He hadn't heard from Hermione and Ron in weeks and was wondering if they were okay.
Lying in his bed in one of his white nights, he was staring at the ceiling awake because falling asleep would mean seeing his dead body again— Cedric Diggory had done nothing wrong; he had been innocent and had had nothing to do with this chaos so why had he killed him? How cruel did some people have to be to kill innocent people without compunction?
It was his fault. He had told him to stand with him, he had told him to touch that shitty cup. For how long would he have to wait to become free from this burden, from the Dursleys, from the Dark Lord—for how long? All he ever wanted was a normal life away from what they called fame, away from dangerous adventures, away from his abusive family.
At least for once, could God hear his wishes or prayers or whatever this was and give justice to those who needed it, give Sirius his freedom as well? For how long will his own godfather, the innocent man who had nothing to do with all the madness, suffer from the injustice?
'When can I live with him?' Harry sighed.
He kept repeating these ideas and thoughts in his mind for hours until he saw the first glimpse of the sun from his room. He needed to get some sleep before Uncle Vernon started annoying him in the morning.
Turning to his side, he closed his eyes and let his mind relax for some time.
His day went on as usual: Vernon yelling at him 'Do that, do this, why didn't you clean that, move that! ' like he was some fucking slave; his aunt gossiping over the phone with her friends about who was getting married, pregnant, or divorced; and Dudley lurking somewhere with his gang, smoking or drinking at someone's party, getting higb and dancing all night.
Well, despite his hatred for his cousin, at least he was having a normal teenage life which Harry envied him for.
Some real sleep with no nightmares was all that he had in his mind.
After finishing his chores, he had gone for a little jog to relieve himself; it had been a month now since his body had changed during the tournament, the Dursleys were surprised by his sudden calmness, despite his great hatred for them, but he had no other place to go, and he could not always stay with the Weasleys. He could not force his stay, they could hardly support themselves materially.
Not to mention Sirius, he had not heard any news from his godfather since leaving Hogwarts.
His conscience kept telling him, Voldemort, that he was.
The housework kept him distracted, at least he had not lost his mind yet from the terrible events and his lack of sleep. Even with all the pressure that his relatives were pressing him with, he did not pay any attention to it.
He returned soon to help Petunia prepare the dinner. After night had fallen, he laid with a book in his lap, after witnessing the rebirth of Voldemort, the feeling of weakness would not go out from his head. He knew he was nothing but an ant without Dumbledore's protection, the Dark Wizard could destroy him any time he wanted. Luck had saved him last time, but it won't save him again.
He needed to get stronger, he needed training and for fuck's sake, he couldn't keep relying on either Hermione for knowledge or Ron's advice.
He couldn't be stupid every time something happened and ended up in crazy situations. The Sorting hat had said he could do great in Slytherin once, and he started thinking he needed the cunning of that house.
After a little reading, sleep got him.
The next day , same nightmares, same routines, same shit over again, back to sleep again to face another nightmare. Again…
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Harry's sleep was interrupted when he heard voices coming from the garden.
In the darkness of the night, he sneaked out of his bed to the window to see who was there, but couldn't see anything.
This made him doubt the matter, who were they and why they were in the garden, was it possible that they were Death Eaters who had come for him, was it possible that his time had come, and Voldemort sent his men to destroy him?
He dressed at lightning speed and grasped his wand tightly, ready to face what was to come, like his dad.
The sound disappeared from the garden and the calmness descended. Harry swallowed and counted the seconds, time suddenly became so slow, and his heart was pounding so badly that he thought it was about to jump out.
There was movement outside his door, and it was getting closer with every passing moment.
He pointed his wand at the door in a defensive position, shielding Hedwig who was behind him in her cage.
The door opened and Harry only had to try to cast a spell.
"Wait! Wait! This is me, Harry," a familiar voice came from the door.
Harry lit the room at lightning speed, his wand still raised toward the door.
To find the face of his godfather in front of him and he was raising his both hands in a position of surrender.
Harry did not know if it was a dream or reality.
"Sirius !?" he said, not believing.
"In all health and wellness, " Sirius said with a smile.
Harry was about to withdraw his wand but quickly returned to consciousness.
"Prove it?" Harry said in a hoarse voice.
Sirius blinked a few times and let out a groan.
"You and your bushy haired friend saved me from a trip back to Azkaban," Sirius said referring to the time when Harry and Hermione used a time turner to save him.
Harry didn't hesitate for one second and dropped his wand on the floor running toward his godfather wrapping his arms around him.
After what seemed a lifetime they split. Harry looked at Sirius,who was far better than the last time he had seen him.
"Sirius, thank god!" Harry said his eyes on the ground, unable to believe that this was happening.
"Good to see you too, pup, ho—" before he could finish the sentence, however, someone interrupted him—a female voice.
"Sirius, catch up with your godson later, we don't have that much time, hurry!"
The woman that appeared suddenly besides Sirius looked panicked while Harry's godfather only shrugged, telling him to prepare and gather his stuff, because they were leaving. Harry was practically jumping from happiness—finally, god had heard his prayers, or Merlin had answered his wishes; he couldn't believe it, especially after not hearing from the wizarding world for weeks.
In a moment, he packed up everything and left with them, not looking back for once.
"Have you ever Apparated before?" Sirius asked after shrinking Harry's belongings and putting them inside a shrinking bag.
"Only through Portkey," Harry shook his head.
"Well, there is a first for everything kiddo," Sirius winked at his godson, offering his arm.
"Stay still… at three," Sirius said.
Harry's hand grasped Sirius's arms firmly as they Apparated outside a deserted church…
Is this where they are going to live? Harry wondered.
But who was he to complain, before three years he was living under a cupboard for heaven's sake.
If he was going to live in a Deserted church with the real family members that truly loved him, then he would live gladly.
"I will head first and prepare while you speak with him, " the woman from before said, whose figure was not clear yet to Harry, before she hurried inside the stoney building, while Sirius let go of him and told him to sit down with him down on a tree branch.
What was going on? and who was that woman? was she the one that Sirius was with in the last weeks.
He stole a glance at Sirius, to see a sad look on his face as he kept staring down at his hands.
Harry felt uneasy when he saw his countenance twist in an expression full of worry and fear—or was Harry only imagining that? Clearly, Sirius wanted to talk but it seemed that the words kept betraying him. He pulled out of his leather black jacket a box and took a cigarette to his mouth, taking a drag on it.
When the relief seemed to have finally caught up with him, he said: "Harry, you know how much I love you, right?.."
Harry started to worry for real this time.
"Of course I do, what kind of question is that?" Harry nodded. Sirius continued speaking.
"Good, and I would never do something stupid again to wind up in prison for another dozen years and be away from you."
Harry's uneasiness only increased when he noticed how stressed his godfather was, running his fingers through his long black hair.
Finally, Sirius finished his cigarette and kneeled down in front of Harry, taking his hands and looking into his eyes with sadness.
"Years ago, James and I made a promise to someone—to a woman—that when she needed us, we would be there for her and if not for her then for her children. What I'm about to ask of you sounds reckless and stupid but I'm begging you, Harry, please go along with it, please do it, I have no choice... we're out of choices... for your safety and theirs, you have to do it."
Harry swallowed hard, feeling pain in his chest and a knot in his stomach.
What was going on, why was Sirius reacting hopelessly.
"Sirius, what's going on, oh god is it the Weasleys? Is it Remus? Did Voldemort do something?" Harry panicked.
"No, it is not about Voldemort it is bigger than that actually," Sirius hushed the fifteen years old boy and swallowed his own worries, rubbing Harry's back to keep him calm.
"Then what is it?" Harry snapped.
Sirius searched in his eyes then nodded.
"There are some people inside this church, who need the help of the heir of house Potter, and they can't seek help from anyone, not even Dumbledore…, " Sirius paused again and Harry was trying his best to stay calm.
"Why would they need me of all people, I'm weak, I can't help anyone, not even myself," he said bitterly.
"You can Harry, you can!" Sirius tried to cheer him up.
"You said something about a promise?" Harry's eyes met Sirius.
And the animagus nodded.
"James and I promised a woman…" Sirius replied, looking away with sadness and memories.
Harry knew nothing, and Sirius was desperate for help, besides it was a promise his father couldn't fulfill, he would do, he would continue and finish whatever his dad began.
"I WILL!"
He hadn't seen Sirius like this since the third year; what in the hell was going on... When Sirius was about to speak, the woman from before came out and said, visibly relieved, "We're ready."
They got up and moved toward the entrance of that church, Harry wondering if it was some kind of ritual he was about to get involved in.
"You must know that, I'm so proud of you, what you are about to do is very brave but don't worry , I know you can handle it," Sirius said softly.
Harry was lost in his thoughts, he didn't realise what was happening until he found someone standing in front of him. An old man—no, a man; scary but not old, perhaps he was in his late forties, with a big scar running from his right eye down his face and with long sandy hair that reached his shoulders.
He looked down at Harry, with a very cold and deadly glare as if there was no soul in his eyes. Harry felt his feet freeze in their place.
He looked at Sirius, and said, "I hope he's worth it."
Sirius nodded with sadness and guilt in his eyes. But he stood firm like a soldier.
His patience running out, Harry finally snapped back to reality and whispered,
"I think you owe me some real explanation. "
Before Sirius had a chance to speak up, the woman from before came in holding someone by shoulder.
The person was short and covered in a velvet cloak.
The black haired woman was walking the mysterious person as if she was afraid that he might slip away from her and break like glass, she sat the person in the last row near the entrance and walked towards him.
Harry was able to see the woman more clearly with all the candles around. She had long wavy black hair and red eyes and porcelain skin which reminded him of someone he preferred not to remember.
Except that she had a nose and she was beautiful in a very seductive way.
She was wearing a long punk black coat that hugged tightly her body showing clearly her curves.
He met girls but this one was a woman.
The woman held his hands in hers. Harry jerked for a second from the contact with the ice-cold skin.
"Harry, we are so sorry but this is our last hope for survival. For the girl's survival," she said in a voice barely reached a whisper searching his eyes. Her head gesturing to the person in the back, she took a deep breath and continued her previous speak,
Harry was very confused, what girl was this woman talking about.
"She needs protection, and a home, and regardless of how strong we are, we can't give it to her... I'm so sorry we dragged you and Sirius into this shit but I had no choice. She had no choice… WE are out of choices! Right now and from this moment you're going to have her as your companion, wife, and friend... I'm so ashamed to let you discover it,in this way, you're too young for this ..." she said, her eyes closing in pain.
Harry stopped listening as soon as she said wife.
He backed away, shocked and panicked.
He looked at Sirius for some backup but he received no answer which caused him almost to choke.
"WAIT... WHAT! WIFE? WHOSE... NOT ME... WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME... WHAT THE HELL ..SIRIUS!?" Harry's panic just kept getting louder.
The old man from before, stood in front of Harry tall and still , the woman trembled over herself and moved aside, her head lowered to the ground with a mixture of fear and respect for the man, giving him better access to speak with Harry.
"Young man, keep quiet. We're not doing it willingly. We're out of choices and she needs protection now more than ever."
Harry felt his cheeks redden from anger, what kind of situation Sirius and his father put him into?
"With all my respect to you Sir?" he said gritting his teeth.
"Forgive me for not introducing you commander," the woman said, " Harry, this is Berz Carmichael our Lord commander,"she finished.
"With all my respect, but why should I marry whoever this girl is, and why should I obey you?" Harry tried to keep calm for it wasn't even worth his rage but the hoarseness in his voice proved otherwise.
Berz glanced at the woman and she moved toward Sirius grabbing with one hand his both arms from behind, kicking him to fall on his knees.
"Sirius!" Harry called his godfather who was looking down at the floor.
"Does that answer your question?," the man answered coldly.
Harry grasped his wand and pointed at the man with a dark glare.
"Let go of my Godfather, NOW!" Harry growled.
"Oh, I will, once this marriage ceremony is over,"
Harry backed up a step, his spine shivering, he was trapped inside this church by two strangers who were ready to finish both Sirius and him if he wouldn't obey.
'What should I do? Refuse and get us killed or accept and fill into this trap, in both choices I'm doomed.'
"If you do it, I assure you your life and Sirius's will be safe from this Voldemort—you have our word. The choice is all yours. But I must remind you this marriage will stay secret until the time comes; do you understand me?" the man interrupted Harry's thoughts.
Harry looked at Sirius, who seemed helpless, then to the woman.
Her expression wasn't to someone was about to murder, it was a pleading look, she was pleading him to accept through her glare.
Who was this mysterious girl hiding inside the church...last night Harry had wanted allies and he started thinking of many ways to achieve it.
He cleared his throat, fixed his glasses and calmly spoke, "Let's get on with it... "
The woman let go of Sirius who shot her a deadly glare.
"You love to do this to me, do you?" Sirius said massaging his knuckles.
"Sorry Pads," the woman smirked before slapping his back and moved to the girl in the black cloak.
"Oi! Eva Oi!" Sirius whined.
Harry had a sudden confusion at the little exchange, the woman just called his godfather by his animagus title.
He would deal with his Godfather later, now his attention was on the girl that walked beside the woman whose name he heard was Eva.
Then the girl came forth by his side and took off the hoodie of her cloak, showing her face finally in the light.
Harry gasped: he knew this girl, there was only one girl with this cold features , the girl turned her head to him facing him.
He couldn't hide his stunned expression, he knew only one girl with such a light blonde hair that almost look Platinum like Malfoy and a very icy eyes, as ice as the rumors said, he didn't know her personally, she was in his year but he never paid attention to her, but he was well aware of Lee Jordan's huge crush on the girl in green and silver robes of his House's big nemesis. The rumors were right about her, she looked like an ice queen.
He yelled. "DAPHNE GREENGRASS!"
End of chapter one part 1