A/N:Hi for all my readers.
Before you begin to read, there are few important information for you to know:
-My storyline takes place the same as the 7 books of the Harry Potter's books, only with a few changes, and differences. You'll probably notice them while reading.
- It works more easily for me to split the entire story into parts:
Part 1 &2 year one and two.
Part 3& 4 year three and four.
Part 5 & 6 year five and six
Part 7- kind of year seven.
As English isn't my native language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes with my writing. In this part, I don't feel I need a beta, but if I'm horrible and it really bothers a lot of the readers, I'd send my story for editing.
Part one contains 11 chapters. It sticks to the original storyline with a few changes. Part two would be less close to the original, and I'm working on that. – I thought to make the parts short (kind of 10-14 chapters). If you think I'm not writing enough, and there is a need to expand things, please comment.
part 1 is completed and I'm working right now on part 2. I'd love to hear some reviews, so i'd know if to do some changes.
this is my first fanfic. :-) i hope it would be good enough, i'm a bit nervous...
Enjoy.
**I would like to thank my new beta- Potterwatch97 for editing my chapters.**
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters, and some of the storyline, from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. (I may use some of the author's descriptions/ wording from the books, but I have no intention of stealing anything! It's definitely clear for me that J. owns the rights for the Harry Potter books. )
I am grateful to Ms. Rowling for her wonderful stories about Hogwarts, for without her books, my story would not exist.
Prologue
It was a stormy night. Hardly anything could have been seen under the dark sky, and the large drops refused to stop. It wasn't any help to those who found themselves in the street. Umbrellas didn't have a chance against the terrible wind, and people who walked looked as if they were flying. At the corner of the road, close to a small alley, right next to a small clock shop, a young woman struggled with her blue umbrella. She wore a tight long black coat, a dark red hat, and a matching red scarf was wrapped on her neck. Her struggle with the umbrella became unnecessary: when it overturned and a massive hole was discovered. The woman cursed a bit and let go of her umbrella, looking for a shelter. She gave a few knocks on the door of the clock store, and was happy when she was let in.
Quietly she thanked the female watch seller , and stood by the small fire place, enjoying the warmth. There were a few more people in the store. An old woman who sat on a wooden chair reading a book, a teenage boy covered with a large blanket in front of the fire, and a young man; probably the boy's father, trying to warm himself with his hands.
"I hate the storm, dad, I really want to go home," the child cried under the blanket.
"There's no way I'm taking you out right to the storm!" His father said.
"Oh, I wish it would stop!" He cried.
His father smiled, "It will, eventually." Then, the child noticed the woman who just got in. His father narrowed his eyes at her too. She was busy getting her wet hat off, to show beautiful long, golden hair. It looked like golden threads and sparkled from the fire's light.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" The watch seller offered to her. The golden haired woman moved her look to the seller.
"Umm, yes please." She answered blushing.
"You can take off your coat and let it dry by the fire." She showed her the other wet coats, hanging by the fireplace.
The woman gave an uncertain look, "Umm, no thanks, I prefer it to dry on my body." She said tightening her coat to her body. The watch seller went to the copper kettle that stood on a small fire in the deepen side of the store.
"I'm Graham." The father of the child introduced himself to the woman. "And that's my son Kevin."
"Oh," she gave a large smile. "I'm Rachel." "May I take your hat to dry?" He asked, eying her.
"Thank you," she said, and gave him her hat, revealing to him her wedding ring. Graham seemed to be disappointed to see the ring, but still, couldn't keep his eyes off her. He took her hat and hanged it by the coats letting it dry. A few minutes passed with no one saying a word, when another knock was heard through the store's door. The watch seller went quickly to open it.
A massive wind blew through the door, as a tall cloaked young man reached inside. While the watch seller closed the door, the young man gave a smile to Rachel. "Rachel, I was looking for you." He said with a relief. He had long dirty blond hair that reached to his shoulders and was combed to a ponytail. His two amber eyes gave a look around.
"How did you know I'm here, Henry?" Rachel asked him surprised.
He gave another look around and got closer to her whispering, so no one could hear. "You know my magical ways." Rachel gave him a stern look.
"Here is your tea, enjoy." The watch seller gave Rachel a cup of tea.
"Thanks," she thanked her and took a sip.
"So, are you coming?" Henry asked her.
Rachel again gave him a stern look. "No, there's no way I'm going out to the storm!" She said with fear. She didn't want the wind to trip her on her face.
"C'mon, I'll take care of you." He kissed her cheek. Rachel blushed, and noticed Graham eying Henry.
"So how was work today?" She asked him quietly.
"You know I can't tell you…" Henry whispered.
"I ran away today from a Death Eater and it's only by luck I'm alive!" Rachel told Henry.
"What?" He looked at her with fear.
"I'm telling you, Dumbledore was right! There would be some looking out for us, you know, You-Know-Who wants us dead!" Rachel kept whispering right to his ear.
"How… How did you escape?" Henry asked.
"Can't you see? I'm wearing Matilda's clothes, thank goodness, she lives two blocks away." Rachel said.
"So you escaped by disguising to a Mug-"
"Shh, be quiet, they can hear you." Rachel silenced him, giving Graham a look. His son almost fell asleep by the fire.
"C'mon, so let's go and talk like human beings." He said, trying to pull her.
"Alright, I'll come!" Rachel gave up and went to take her hat. Henry returned the watch seller's teacup back.
"Thank you for taking care of my wife." He said smiling.
The watch seller gave a small laugh. "Are you sure you want to go out right into the storm? " She asked with disbelief. "
We'll manage." Henry winked to her. Rachel came back with her hat on her head.
"Thank you." She thanked Graham and the watch seller. Both Henry and Rachel got out to the stormy night.
Outside it wasn't better. Rachel preferred the warm feeling of the watch store.
"Henry, c'mon!" She almost shouted at him, wanting to go. He held her by her hand. She could see her broken umbrella flying to the bins in the corner of the road. They were about to disapparate when a huge white light appeared in front of them. Rachel screamed, like other people who ran with fear. Henry took his wand out of his pocket,
"Henry, what are you doing?" She said with large eyes, watching his wand in his hand. Henry didn't say a thing. The white light went off and a person was lying on the ground where the light came from. Maybe injured. Rachel's instincts were to help. She got closer.
"You're crazy!" Henry pulled her away.
"Henry, let me go!" She said firmly.
"I'm not going to let you go to a person we don't know. It could be a Death Eater in disguise!"
"He's not; he doesn't even have a coat on himself, he's freezing to death!" She said.
"And that's exactly where Death Eaters belong!"
"But what if he's not a Death Eater, we just let him die?" Henry gave a stern look at her.
"Let me give only one look, please!" She begged, wanting to help that man. Henry looked at her for a minute, not sure.
"Okay, but only one look." He said letting her go. Rachel ran to the man and bended down to see if he's okay. His dark hair was wet; around his neck was a necklace with some kind of a crystal pendant the size of her small finger. He wore… a wizard's cloak? And she couldn't recognize him. When she touched his face he moved.
"Beatrice…" He mumbled. "Is this you?" He opened his eyes and stared at Rachel.
"No, I'm not Beatrice… are you okay?" She asked. The man wrinkled his eyes,
"Rachel?" He asked, getting up. Henry now came quickly to protect Rachel.
"He's okay," Henry said, about to pull Rachel, but she pushed his hand away.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked the unknown man.
"Don't you recognize me?" He asked, ignoring the pouring rain.
"No, I don't recognize you. Should I?"
"I'm Henry's best friend." He said smiling.
"What?" Rachel asked confused.
"You're not my best friend. I don't even know you!" Henry said eyeing him suspiciously.
"What do you mean that you don't know me, we work together at the Ministry? You can't tell me that you can't remember me!" The man said with slight fear.
"You don't work with me, I'd know if you did, impostor!" Henry pointed at him his wand.
"Hey, hey, Henry…. Really, don't you remember me? Timmy, your best friend?" The man backed.
"What Timmy? I don't know any Timmy, show yourself you Death Eater!" Henry threatened.
"What the hell did you just call me?" The man asked confused.
"I'm not afraid even of Voldemort!" Henry almost shouted.
"C'mon, I'm Timmy, your best friend. I'm Beatrice's husband. "Beatrice, you know who's Beatrice, she works with us too."
"Bea? The heck you're not her husband. She has none!" Henry said.
The man glared at Henry and then at Rachel. "That's impossible, she's my wife!" He said almost shouting. "I did it for her, I did it for us!" His eyes were flickering. He took of his necklace from his neck. "You know what that is, do you?" He asked Henry. Henry's eyes went wide.
"How did it come to you?" Henry asked pointing his wand at the man.
"I used it!" he said.
"WHAT?" Henry shouted. "Where are you coming from?" Henry got closer to the man. "What do you want from us? We don't know you!" Henry said with toughness.
"You must know me, YOU MUST KNOW ME!" the man shouted pointing the wand on Rachel.
"I don't know you!" Rachel said. Red sparks shot out of his wand, hurting Rachel. She fell to the ground.
"Rachel!" Henry ran to her.
"NO! It must have gone wrong, I must go back. I must go back!" The man said. Henry knelt by Rachel, checking for a pulse. He couldn't find any, nor could feel her breath on his hand… she laid there on the road, dead.
"YOU KILLED MY WIFE!" Henry shouted pointing his wand at the man.
"I can go back!" The man said choking. The cold of the night got through to his skin, freezing every part of his body, and before Henry could throw any spell at him, the man fell flat, dead on the ground.
Four months later, Henry was running through the same road, only this time two cloaked figures with masks were chasing him.
"The Dark Lord doesn't take no for an answer, Farrell!" one of the cloaked figures said pointing his wand on Henry.
"I said NO!" Henry shouted and disapparated.
Henry arrived inside a lighted living room. A young brown haired woman played with a small golden haired baby who laughed. As Henry entered, she jumped quickly and looked at him with fear.
"They are after us, take Sophie and run!" He said sending with his wand a silver figure. "Dumbledore, would probably be here in any second, I must go!" He said and disappeared.
The next place he showed up in was his own house. Quickly, with a wave of his wand, a few items vanished from the room. That was when another cloaked figure showed up, only this one had no mask, and Henry knew exactly who it was. Two snake like red eyes stared at him.
"You know, Farrell, I don't want to waste your blood." The figure said.
"Waste my blood? My Grandfather was a muggleborn. I'm half blood." Henry pointed his wand on the figure. The red eyed figure showed a slight of a surprised look.
"Then you are a good liar!" the figure said. "Say hello to your wife from me!"
Voldemort laughed and a green light from its wand hit Henry right on the chest, right on his heart.