Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and others, but not me.
A.N. This idea is appearing at the spur of the moment, so feel free to analyze, criticize,
and comment on it.
Harry Potter: Unspeakable
~"Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who
was afraid of…" Hagrid, HP&SS~
~"The truth… It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should be treated
with great caution…" Dumbledore, HP&SS~
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~Dream sequence~
The baby boy was almost strangely quiet.
It was a nursery, and a muggle toy was hanging over the crib in the room, playing soft music.
He had a little tuft of black hair moved opening his mouth as he turned in his sleep.
Then there was a slam of the doors downstairs.
The baby woke, shocked for a moment, and then started wailing loudly, not seeing anyone and wanting to be comforted.
"This is your last chance Potter. You will either die with your family for a fool… or you can be the most loyal to the Lord Voldemort." A voice offered coldly.
"I rather die than to become the scum that works for sadistic fool like you," James Potter audaciously spat, "Umbronoct capililirus!"
"Omriun despelus." The other person quickly hissed.
James Potter found himself facing the floor, unable to move, an his wand in Tom Riddle's hand.
"You bloody sodding bastard! You damned don't even know how to duel properly!" he swore, scowling.
"Dueling properly? Not with an insolent and disrespectful like you. Hope you liked the spell. Your own mother helped me make it while we were just 1st years. Of course, she was a fool, eloping with your father because she couldn't get the wand out of her arse." Tom mocked.
"You must think highly of yourself. Not that you had a choice though. No one respects
you. You're not even a pureblood like I am! And speaking of bastards, I-"
"Speaking of bastards? You are one. Now excuse me while I handle your wife and child." Tom cut off, ignoring the blasphemous language that immediately followed.
He walked up the stairs and shoved the door.
It wouldn't budge.
"Dehiserus."
He proceeded to kick the door open.
Lily Potter wasn't there.
Neither was her child Harry.
It was a clever protection spell.
There is always a flaw in illusions though, and Tom found it.
Little Harry was whimpering.
Weak.
"Revithio. Lily dear, move away from the cot now. I have a very short schedule."
He could see them now, although still not move into the circle.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…." he requested, starting to feel annoyed.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—"
He ignored her.
"Not Harry! Please… have mercy… have mercy…" she begged.
"Avada Kedavra!" Tom yelled.
Lily Potter jumped in the way at the last second, taking the hit instead.
"Fool." Tom said almost sincerely.
"Riddle!" James Potter yelled, charging at him with a sword.
"Oh dear… The spell wore off now?" Tom mocked, moving out of the way.
"I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do!" James vowed, charging at him again.
"Avada Kedavra." Tom said calmly.
James didn't notice until it hit him.
He fell, the sword clattering on the floor.
The baby continued crying except louder.
"Tsk-tsk. Time to take out baby Potter now. Avada Kedavra." He repeated just as calmly.
It rushed at Harry, and Tom felt triumph as he saw it land on Harry's head.
Then completely defying the laws of magic, most of the spell repelled back, rushing unnoticed to the sender of the curse.
An unearthly shriek came from Tom as vapor rushed out of his mouth, as magic wrenched him from his body.
The baby boy was strangely quiet.
~Dream sequence end~
Harry Potter woke up in his bed at the 7th year boy's dormitory at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was eerily quiet without Neville's snores.
Neville had died at the last Hogsmeade outing.
Security was immediately heightened after that.
He moved around.
It was summertime, but it was still cold early in the morning.
A bulge formed underneath his pillow as he moved, so he was unable to get back into a comfortable position.
Ron's curtain was drawn around his bed, but Harry could have sworn that there were two people sleeping there.
Ron was going to become and Auror, Hermione was going to join a group of arithmantists to research the concepts of Runes, and the relation to arithmancy.
He was going to get Auror training too.
This morning would be his last morning at Hogwarts.
They all had graduated yesterday.
Harry sighed and got out of bed, obviously not able to get back to sleep.
It was still dark out, and the stars were visible, and the moon still was still glowing.
He carefully snuck down the stairs, avoiding the creaky steps.
No one was in the common room yet.
He slowly pushed the portrait open, making sure as to not wake up the Fat Lady, and made his way to the Astronomy Tower.
The moon was orangey yellow now; instead of the silvery yellow it was minutes ago.
He sat on the ledge, slightly startled for a moment of the coldness.
Then he, making sure that he was sitting at a safe position, and then started watching the sky for sunrise.
The moon was an odd pinkish orange now, the sun somewhere behind him at the horizon.
It was a breezy morning, and he caught a couple as they flew past him.
The clouds were pinkish orange with silver linings, as they seemed to eat the moon as they came past in front of it.
Somehow, Harry managed to fall asleep watching the scene.
Next thing he knew was:
"Harry!" coming from both of his best friends.
"What?" Harry said, suddenly wide awake and alert.
Then he noticed it was only Hermione and Ron.
"What are you doing here so early, mate?" Ron asked.
"It's breakfast time in the Great Hall." Hermione added.
"I could ask you the same thing. Except I bet I know why you to are here together so early." Harry remarked, rushing off to the stairs.
Ron and Hermione were puzzled for a moment before it sunk in.
"Last two down are an old ugly married couple! That would be you two! Wait 'til I tell Gin who I found in bed this morning!" came Harry's voice from somewhere on the stairs.
Ron and Hermione instantly rushed down, both of their faces reddening possibly from more than just running down.
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"Bye!" and "We'll miss you!" were all scattered around.
Harry watched as Ron, Hermione, and Ginny boarded the train
"Bye Harry!" Ginny waved.
"Bye!" Harry replied back, trying not to feel sad.
"We'll invite you to the wedding!" Ron yelled to Harry.
"I haven't promised you yet." Hermione said matter of fact, pushing Ron away teasingly.
"I'll be there unless Hermione changes her mind and suddenly falls for Malfoy!" Harry yelled back from platform 9.
"Harry, you're getting scarier everyday. He is such a pompous self-centered idiot! And don't forget to write!" Hermione responded.
"I will!" Harry yelled back as the train finally left the station.
He watched as the train disappeared into the distance.
They were all heading to The Warren, the house that the Weasley's had bought over the Christmas holidays.
Harry then walked out of King's cross to his new flat.
He opened the door of his apartment, and unpacked his things.
It was 7 in the evening now, but the sun wasn't going to set until an hour later.
It was slightly quiet, but he liked the apartment.
He went out to get dinner, strolling past a dark alley.
Somebody grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth.
Everything turned black.
A.N. How was this? Please review with comments and what you would like seeing in this fic. This won't focus too much on the Ron/Hermione, but there will be more action later, after all this is only the first chapter.