Barry Potter - Chapter 14

Hermione ran down the hall, tears in her eyes. She could hear Harry calling after her, but she kept on running. She couldn't believe it. She had trusted him...

"Hermione! Wait!!" Harry pushed through students after her, trying to catch up with her. 'You're a bloody fool, Harry Potter,' he told himself, 'A bloody fool.'

Suddenly, Harry felt the wind knocked out of him. He fell to the floor, where he lay gasping for breath. His vision swam in and out, but at last he was able to focus on the face of his attacker. "Ron?"

The latter nodded curtly, face contorted with fury. Harry opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but Ron cut him short. "Look, I don't even want to know, Harry."

Harry rolled onto his back, moaning in pain. "Why is the entire world against me?"

Hermione didn't watch where she was going. She was dimly aware that she was passing other students, and that Harry wasn't yelling after her anymore. It didn't matter. How could he...?

WHAM! Hermione stumbled backwards, shaking her head slightly, wondering what she could have run into. She looked up and saw Draco Malfoy, who appeared caught between a sneer and concern.

"Alright then, Granger?" he asked softly, deciding to go with the concerned approach. Hermione nodded, beginning to slip past Malfoy. She felt a hand on her arm; looking up, she realized that Draco had stopped her. His pale eyes scanned her face critically, searching for the real answer to his question. For a moment their eyes met, and Hermione suddenly realized how close together they were standing. "Alright then?" he repeated, softer still and more earnestly. Hermione paused, then told him all that had passed. Draco swallowed once, then released her arm. "Go to Dumbledore. Now."

Ron kicked furiously, jabbing Harry in the ribs. "Why is the entire world against you, you ask? Harry, you just tried to fukin rape Hermione!"

Harry's eyes closed with pain as Ron ruthlessly kicked him again and again. He could soon feel that others had joined Ron, and a low moan escaped his throat. 'This is totally unfair.'

Two bi-colored eyes scanned the grounds for an arriving carriage. They suddenly locked on two dots speeding through the air. The dots swiftly grew larger and took the forms of riders on broomstick. Soon the riders could be recognized as young women, and then as nearly identical witches, one with black hair, the other blonde.

"Silvia! Kayla!" Alden called out, rushing toward them as they landed. The two sisters smiled, allowing Alden to smother them in an embrace. "What're you doing here?"

"They're letting us spend a day here before our trial," Silvia explained as they began walking toward the building.

"Why here?"

"To keep an eye on you," Kayla replied, only half-kidding.

"What were you doing outside?" Silvia threw in to prevent another question from Alden.

"She was waiting for me." The three girls turned at the new voice.

Alden grinned. "Professor McGonagall. Have you brought him?"

The professor nodded and motioned to Barry as he stumbled out of the carriage, gaping up at the building. "We'll bring him to Harry at once."

Harry leaned against the wall, panting for breath. He could vaguely sense that there was still a circle of students around him. He had held them off with his wand for a bit now, but they were still there. Circling, like great birds of prey...

Then suddenly, they were gone. A single figure ran toward him. He forced his eyes to focus on the approaching figure and saw... himself?

It was he, alright, down to the lightening bolt scar. Harry's mind spun. How was it possible? Then it hit him. Voldemort.

Harry raised his wand and the figure stopped. Breathing heavily, Harry began the spell. "Avada..."

The figure threw up his hand in surprise. "Harry! I'm your brother!"

"Kadavera!!" Harry yelled, watching the green bolt shoot from the tip of his wand and strike the impostor.

It was then that Barry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, twin brother of Harry Potter, died.