Harry Wanderer
A/n: I wonder how far and how many chapters this story truly will be…
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I dedicate this chapter to my first reviewer of this story, Ranma Hoshi and I hope you enjoy this one! ^^
Prophecy of the Wanderer
The Wanderer of Hearts waits in mystification,
His Dreamer of Love waves from a distance.
Waiting, waiting for the fire-headed wonder,
His Unknown Secret Relation Member makes a blunder.
The Dark Lord strikes swiftly and silently in the night,
Stealing the Wanderer's Love and the Light.
Finding the Relation he is in a crisis and makes a mistake,
He might/shall be too late.
For his Love may be gone forever and a day,
Making the Wanderer fight the right way.
If too late he searches for the Hidden Torch,
And finds a way into the forge.
Going to Hell and back with Her soul,
Getting back his reasons and becomes not so cold.
Defeating the Evilness lies within him,
And if not found in time, hope shall dimmen.
His sacrifice true and bold of heart,
With his Love by his side he'll finish where it starts.
Prophecy of the Babe
While the Dreamer and the Wanderer share their first love,
The tiny seed is planted to bud,
As the months pass the Babe grows,
And the signs of it begin to show.
The Dreamer and Wanderer wed in secret,
To protect themselves and to keep it.
When finding out of the Relation,
Their lives begin to get into a big spin from the confrontation.
He tries, will he fail, to save them,
To live happily, fin?
They have a family to keep for existence's strifes,
They all may/might not keep their life's.
----- Lady Gwendolyn de Gryffindor Potter -----
Chapter Two
Time Marches On
Ginny sighed in longing as she looked out the window of her bedroom, watching as the blue skies as the clouds slowly drifted past the house. She heard the shouts and laughter from the Apple Orchard that was a makeshift Quidditch Field. Her older brothers, Bill and Charlie were back home and playing with Ron and the twins. Percy was as usual locked in his room. Her parents were talking in the living room.
Thoughts drifting from her mind as she lazily tried to finish her summer work. The last paragraph for her Potions roll. As she was finishing up her last sentence she hissed in pain when where her pulse and dip of her neck met, her scar burned. Hissing in pain she clamped her hand down on it. It was a small brand of a snake.
Every time Voldemort was near or feeling angry, it would burn. It was similar to Harry's. Few knew about this little scar. Not even Harry or her parents. She had felt that it should stay a secret.
She had gotten it in her First year. Inside the Chamber of Secrets. She shuddered at the memories of the place that she had of them. She kept her thoughts from straying over the memories by popping a Chocolate Frog into her mouth, looking at the card. It was of Merlin.
She grinned. It was one missing from her own little collection…
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Albus Dumbledore had seen many horrible things in his long life, but none such as this. Harry looked like he had just come back from the War. He stayed with Poppy as she examined the boy. No! He corrected himself. No longer a boy, but a man.
How anyone could treat bloodkin like this he could not understand. He wondered passingly what Severus was up to. He had an idea, but ignored it to help Poppy search for other wounds on Harry's body. He shuttered at that thought. It made it sound like Harry was dead or something.
Albus was jostled out of his thoughts when Severus burst through the doors, making Poppy glare angrily at him. He held a Muggle type Journal or composition notebook. He looked fit to kill something. He was breathing harshly through his hooked nose, his face flushed. No matter how many people thought his skin was yellow or sallow; it was truly from his Hispanic heritage.
He was indeed a Pureblood, and born and raised in England, but his mother came from Spain. His father was English bred. His black greasy hair, only a spell, was blowing back, from his rushing to get to him. He was livid…
"Albus! Albus you must read this. The Potter boy wrote it. You have to read it!" Severus said quickly, gasping for breath, and not waiting for a response he thrust the book into his hands. He puzzled about its contents for a moment or two before opening it and reading the first page.
Though it may not happen, I want to be cautious. This is a journal of my summer, only if I don't live long enough to go to Hogwarts. The first time he hit me had been shocking, but this notebook start's about a week after leaving Hogwarts…
As Albus read on, he became more and more outraged by the second. Until finally he got to that night… He snapped the Journal closed just as Poppy let out a shriek of shock. He dropped the book when her shriek rang across the walls of the Hospital Wing. Severus ignored her and looked at the Headmaster's expression, whose face was as grave as the night of the Triwizard Tournament.
Paled faced she turned to the crowd. Sirius burst into the Infirmary.
"What's wrong? Is Harry Okay? What's wrong with him?" Sirius asked quickly, firing the questions at the pale Nurse. Remus followed the crazed man a second later, a bit timid. She opened her mouth and breathed through her nose, wondering how she was going to tell them this…
"A-after looking him over I've found several scars. The ones that are across his face and legs are unable to be healed, magical or otherwise. Also I've found that there are slight bruises near and a little on his err… most private parts. And after more inspection I've found on his thigh's hand marks, and more examinations the answers rest towards rape." She finished. Silence greeted this answer.
"Who?" Sirius asked in a hoarse voice, void of emotion. Poppy looked at Albus before looking over at Sirius Black.
"It was man and very large at that, so more than likely—" She was stopped from her babbling from Sirius again.
"WHO?!" He practically shouted. Everyone flinched at the shout, except Harry, who was unconscious.
"His Uncle…" she finally answered…
Harry was drifting in darkness. It was swallowing him. Consuming his soul. All he heard was darkness. All he saw was darkness.
All he felt was darkness. He opened his mouth to shout out, but no sound came out. No noise broke the silence pressing into him. Starting to feel terrified, he started breathing faster, harder. The black mists swirled around him, making it darker than the inside of his eyelids.
In fact, he wasn't even certain anymore if he had closed his eyes or opened them. He felt nothing, not the pain he expected. Not the fear of his Uncle either. He soon began wondering if he was dead or maybe in limbo or something. But he wasn't sure, as he hadn't died before…
Suddenly feeling returned to his body. Sensations, senses crowded him. He felt some kind of light on his skin, felt slight soreness wash over him. He heard the sounds of movement near and around him. He recognised the smell of the Hospital Wing and almost groaned in exasperation.
He hesitated on opening his eyes, afraid. He then suddenly remembered about his, less than healthy appearance and suddenly groaned out loud, waiting for what he knew to be the unavoidable…
An hour before that…
Sirius unemotionally watched his Godson. No one else was in the room at the moment. He watched as Harry's chest barely rose up and down. Thoughts flew into his mind, his mind not grabbing the thoughts and points of them. Not understanding them or being able to comprehend…
The door opened silently and Remus slipped into the room, not making much noise to be particularly noticed. Sirius, though, heard him. He didn't even move. Didn't acknowledge him at all. Remus waited a few seconds before slipping into a seat on the other side of Harry.
"Its good to see his face again. It's been a while hasn't it?" Sirius suddenly spoke, though still unemotional. Remus sighed.
"Yes it has. He certainly has Lily's fire in his eyes doesn't he?" He answered. Sirius nodded.
"Letting go has been so hard Moony. I failed him… Failed James and Lily too…" Sirius said, head being lowered to his hands. Remus shook his head fiercely.
"Sitting here, its clear to see, what he mean's to you. Looking at him it isn't a mystery. You're all he really needs. I never saw, before he met you, and knew you, that look in his eyes. He's never had a father figure.
"You're that father figure now. I see it now though. Do I ever see it now." Remus said softly. Sirius suddenly gave a bitter laugh.
"I've never felt as helpless, as I do now. He's my world. And my world just fell around me. That-that man! I got it through my head, but I just can't break it to my heart.
"If I could, Merlin knows I would, spin back the hands of time. Make a brand new start. Can you believe this is me, on the hurting side of pain? Sifting through the ashes, still trying to find a flame. He knows every trick in the book now probably.
"He knows how to give, and knows how to take. He's been pushed around and left a lone Lord knows what he's going through. He once knew love; that it once came from the heart. With one night that Muggle tore all those feelings apart. He's been cheated out of happiness for years now.
"You can now bet, if move could be made, he'll know how to make one on you. It's horrible. Did you read that diary? I just finished it! Damn that Muggle Damn that Muggle to Hell and over!
"I don't know how Harry could have lived through it," Sirius harshly said, cursing Vernon Dursley more and more. Thirty minutes later he was starting to repeat his new curse words, when he froze, at the sound of a groan coming from Harry's bed. He hushed and turned around, as he had been facing the wall for a while. Remus eagerly looked down at the boy—no man.
Suddenly Harry's opened; not sparkling at all like the last time either had seen him. They were a dull green, not their usual emerald green. The Marauder's couldn't find any other emotion other than irritation at being in the Hospital Wing. Sirius hurriedly helped him up with a bone-crushing hug, something that would put even Hagrid's hugs to shame. Harry stiffly waited out the hug, unused to human contact, if you of course didn't count his family.
Sirius slowly let go a few moments later, wondrous at why his Godson didn't hug him like he usually did. Remus, noticing the dawning sadness creeping into Sirius' eyes, smiled warmly at Harry.
"Hello Harry. How're you? I haven't seen you since your Third Year! Professor Dumbledore has given me the position of Defence Teacher again this year!" He said with enthusiasm. Harry nodded, not smiling at all, but looking as if he was bracing himself.
Now why would he do that in front of us? Remus thought inwardly. Suddenly his Werewolf ears picked up the opening of the Hospital Wing Door. Sirius was still looking at Harry in wonderment and sorrow at the teenager's actions, or lack of. He turned around to be greeted by Albus Dumbledore himself. He wasn't smiling, and he was missing his usual twinkle.
Ever since they had heard from the Matron's mouth of what had happened to Harry, and what couldn't be fixed ever, they had all lost the enthusiasm they had had at seeing the boy again. Though Severus hadn't had any to begin with. He hadn't even wanted to look at the boy before term began. "So soon after seeing the dunderheads leaving you people want me to see one?!" Severus had angrily growled. Albus, ignoring the anger and glare, had smiled warmly at the Potions Master.
"Of course Severus. We don't want you to be out of the loop. And I've never dream of you missing out on a chance to see a student again…" The man had either ignored the earlier spoken words the Potion's Master had said, or he hadn't heard. Though Remus was betting one the first rather than the latter.
Minerva and Sirius had gone with the Ex-Death Eater. Neither man agreed upon the arrangements. Minerva hadn't much cared, after learning that Sirius was innocent of course.
Harry turned to the white bearded Headmaster; nothing flickering at all, knowing he would be questioned. And of course he was right.
"You know I'm going to have to question you Harry." The Professor said. His voice, though, said that he wanted nothing more than to ignore asking anything about it. Harry nodded, not wanting to speak. The Headmaster watched the raven-haired teenager with a penetrating gaze. But Harry looked back, intent on not looking away this time, not losing this battle, something as simple as a staring match.
He looked at the Headmaster with his own piercing intent look. After a few seconds the Headmaster finally looked away, closing his tired eyes. Triumph rose through Harry, the first time in ages. But he knew that he had to talk to them. With a sigh he opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out.
"Harry, when did this all start?" Sirius asked in a pained voice. Harry tried again.
"My Home life has always been like this. As far back as I can remember, that is. I always had to hide it. He always hit where I could hide it. He had never tried to rape me before." Harry said, voice going trance-like, as if watching his memories while talking about them. Everyone was silent, except Albus.
"Why didn't you tell anyone Harry? It could have been stopped." He said in a remorseful voice. Harry gave a bitter laugh.
"Tell anyone? As far as I knew when I was little, it was normal. I had never had any friends. I never knew the difference. I couldn't recognise it as abuse.
"I only noticed my home life was different when I first went to the Weasleys. I had never been with a normal family before. He knew when I was little that I wouldn't do anything. They made it to where no one would believe me. I one time I did tell, it was the school counsellor.
"She sent someone to the house. That was the first time I had Dudley's second room, only to make it look like they treated me like the 'Second Son'. The stupid woman, after her examination, found nothing wrong. She told me that it would go into my permanent record about the trouble I had caused my 'Loving Family'. Branded me a liar after that.
"I got one of the worst beatings after that. Threatened to kill me he did, afterwards. I learnt my lesson after that. You can't trust anyone. The counsellor promised not to tell.
"She lied. I also learned what happened if I told. It wouldn't have been stopped. If anything was suspicious, and they wanted to see why I acted like I did, they looked in that record, didn't believe me after that. Once I got into Hogwarts, the beatings stopped.
"Oh sure I got a slap here, a hit there, but that couldn't be helped. At Hogwarts, it was easy to hide the problems. First year Snape was supposedly out to get the Philosopher's Stone and me. Concerned for safety, everyone overlooked a few bruises, and they cleared up by the end of the year. Second year, everyone feared me, turning against me, and they didn't notice a slash or a few bruises around my neck.
"How could they? They were terrified I would sick the Basilik on them. Third year the infamous Sirius Black was out to murder me. No one noticed malnutrition. No one noticed a slight limp.
"After all, all was hush, hush at the Burrow, but I was careful, made sure no one noticed the whelps on my back. My Fourth year; who could forget. The excitement of the Tournament and who would be chosen as Champions' that they didn't notice a cracked wrist or a cut on my neck. Too busy worried about the Death Eaters attacks and the other schools. But when I got to number Four this summer, I knew it was going to be bad.
"The Dursley's would never forgive the prank played on their precious Dudley. They would probably blame me for it… And you wanted me to tell someone? That's real funny Dumbledore." Harry said coldly, glaring at the Headmaster in fault. "For such a high and mighty wizard, you sure were blind for something under your noise for years.
"I'm surprised I was that good at hiding it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired and would like to get back to me nightmare infested sleep." Harry said angrily, roughly pulling up the covers and closing his eyes hard, ignoring the silence and the people in the room. Minerva gasped finally, thoughts up to par with her brain.
"Harry!" she sounded scandalised. "That is rude and very below the belt!" Harry sat up slowly. His cold emerald eyes sharply watching her.
"Below the belt? I've already gotten hit 'Below the Belt' as you so lovingly phrased it. It's a lot worse than I just saying and being a little rude to a senile old fool! I can come up with a few new nasty words, all from the help from my Uncle! You'd like to hear some?
"No! No, I couldn't do that. I should have most of you cover your 'Virgin Ears'! Now if you all will leave I think you've had your little interrogation about my life that you Albus Dumbledore so calmly stuck me with!" Harry said. Falling back and pulling the blankets over his head.
Total shock was written all over their faces and they left the room. Albus the most shocked of all…
Silence filled the room of Dumbledore's office. Fawkes cooed sadly at his owner. They had never known Harry to be quite so bitter in their lives. Albus was in deep thoughts and the others were just waiting, waiting for something. The Headmaster finally spoke.
"Harry is right." He softly said. This broke the silence. Everyone started saying that it wasn't true. "He is true! All these years, right under my nose and I still didn't take notice.
"Now we must take action. We must get the old Harry back. Time marches on and there's not much time left. We have to keep him from becoming another Tom Riddle. Before it is too late.
"Or soon, I'm afraid, it will be…"
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