Part: 03/??
Pairing: Harry/Tom (for now)
Warnings: insanity? not the humor kind, but real insanity. angst, slash and sex. blood and morbid themes. i am not for children
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, need I have to say? The character have their rightful owners (who I am too lazy to name off), I'm just borrowing them for some one my little ideas.
Noted: I don't have a beta, just spell check. Forgive me for my errors. I got reviews. :P To those who are wondering, yes the insanity is coming up. Just wait for it. There's a lot to come
Everything can happen within a blink of the eye.
This was a principle that the wizarding world seemed to go by. From the moment he walked into it he had been amazed of how fast things could happen. Wizards had spells for everything and anything, and used them like they breathed air. The spells were often simple, since they had so much time to perfect them.
It was almost creepy.
He had gotten his first real taste of it when he walked into the Weasley's the first time. Mrs. Weasley used a wealth of cleaning spells on everything (which she probably needed considering she had raised the twins). She had the look of a normal housewife, but she barely even lifted a finger for anything (well, maybe a finger, since she did have to lift her wand every so often).
It seemed like a waste.
Harry himself barely used spells for anything. He usually didn't realize he could use spells for things. Hermione usually did the casting in their little group of friends, since she knew the most and had the most practice. Hermione was easy to depend on for small things like that.
He sometimes wondered how other wizard family's worked and if they were like the Weasley's. He had never really been around others like he had with them. Did they use magic in the same way?
Was that why muggles were looked down upon?
He figured it was. Since muggles knew how to do the majority of things by hand that most wizards just cast a simple spell for, they must be the lesser ones. The workers, like house elves. Wizards must see themselves as the higher class in comparison.
But most wizards knew nothing of the muggle world.
Confusing.
Attacks usually happened just as fast. It was surprising how simple the words for an Unforgivable was. Simple to remember, just a little bit harder to cast. Harry had never really tried, but he was sure he would be able to if he had.
A wave of the wand and words.
It was frightening.
That was how Hogwarts was attacked. A wave of wands working together with clever words that brought everything down around their ears. It was brilliant how simple it was for the enemy to enter the halls, so brilliant that one could only wonder why they hadn't done such a thing before. There wasn't anything really special about the time of day or year; nothing had really been happening to make them weaker then any other time. Maybe the Dark Lord had just gotten bored.
That was probably it.
Harry wasn't with the other students as they ducked into the dungeons (a believed safe place for them). He wasn't with the teachers either as they tried to thin out the crowd of Death eaters entering Hogwarts. He was by himself, running into his room in Gryffindor tower to grab his cloak. He wanted to grab his photo album too, but he knew he couldn't carry that much. He just stuffed his pockets with the little things on his bedside table (things like his vault key, string and his watch).
He pulled his cloak around himself and ran again.
He hoped he would be able to get out of Hogwarts. He knew that he wasn't in any kind of shape to face the Dark Lord at the moment. He'd get eaten or something just as terrible. Currently, he enjoyed the act of breathing. He let his Slytherin side take over for the situation. Being a Gryffindor now would probably get him killed.
He'd be Gryffindor later, when he was ready to face He Who Has Entirely Too Long Of Names.
Now he pretended the hat had sorted him Slytherin.
He still remembered most of the secret ways to get about the castle, even though he didn't have the map at the moment. His basic memory would have to be enough to get him out. He slid as quietly as possible (which was pretty quiet since he had gotten use to tip toeing around ones with good hearing like Snape) down hallways that were mostly pitch black and between the layers of the walls. The ground of these secret places was moist and the air always had an odd smell about it.
He wasn't able to notice little things like that now.
When he got out of the castle, he looked around quickly to see where the Death eaters were. There were shapes a little ways down on the lawn, but not too close to him. He could see the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which he could probably get too without too much trouble. He'd just keep away from tall grass and move quick. He didn't like the chances he could have in the forest, but his alternatives weren't looking too much better.
He sprinted across the lawn, trying to drown out the sounds of screams with his own thoughts. He kept his eyes forward, not wanting to turn his head and see one his teachers laying dead on the ground. He really didn't know if someone screamed when the killing curse was cast, and he really didn't want to find out.
He broke through the trees in no time and crunched onto some dry sticks. He realized that the current dry climate would make him traveling this way a little louder then he felt comfortable with. He would have to slow down his pace, and watch where he stepped if he wanted to go through this way.
He just hoped there weren't Death eaters lurking behind the trees.
Harry moved as fast as he dared, not really sure on where his direction was taking him. He wished he could find a helpful beast within the forest, but he didn't want to chance being seen without the cloak on. Anyways, there was very few creatures that a wizard couldn't really take.
He never was really sure how big the forest was. It was probably the best time now to find out though.
The attack had happened during the mid-day, so he could tell time was passing by the waning of sunlight. It was dark before he could see faint lights through the trees. He wondered if that was some kind of creature trying to lure him into its jaws, or if that was Hogsmeade. Once could see the forest from the town after all. Maybe that was the direction he was going in.
Hogsmeade would be almost good for a place to rest.
He had only needed to get away from Hogwarts for a while, after all. Surely, after a night in Hogsmeade, the teachers would have driven the Death eaters off and it would be safe for him to return with the story he would think up. He started planning that now, he had to make it good. He had enough time to make it good enough for even Snape to believe him.
He was excited when he was nearing the edge of the forest. It hadn't been a creature, it was really Hogsmeade.
He grinned.
His face was slack though when he reached the edge of the forest. He stood there feeling cold all over as he gazed ahead. He fingernails dug deeply into the soft palms of his hands and he almost collapse from his weak knees.
All from the sight.
Hogsmeade was burning.