Hello again heres the next chapter: Memories.
...And so the Boy-Who-Lived no longer a boy left the world he loved and protected. Never once looking back. But with each step he came to regret that no one knew the real him. But he left behind a message. A message that told everyone about the real Harry Potter, the one that no one ever knew about because that was not what they wanted to see. The message was thus. Look deeper then what you see. For whats between the lines is what counts the most.
The book snapped shut, the sound of its last words echoing through the silent room. A young red haired man with blue eyes sat at one end of the table. He wore black robes with the symbol of the minister on his breast pocket. He sighed and stared at the book that had been delivered two hours before. As soon as he opened the book it had launched itself into the story written in its pages. A young woman with slick black hair set seven more books on the table. Each one after being opened had told its own story.
The other council members were quiet. The gazed at the minister with looks that said 'What do we do about this?'
On the other end of the table sat another young man with shoulder length silver blonde hair. His Silver eyes connected with the ministers. "Ron, you know its no use to try and find him. Everyone has been looking for the past two years with no luck. These books; they tell his real story. I think that it would be good for people to know the real him. Thats what he wanted to do by writing these. He deserves this." he talked quietly but everyone listened.
Ron picked up the very first book and gazed at the cover. The room exploded around him in protest. He traced the title as the man across from him watched with silent silver eyes. 'The-Boy-Who-Lived. First year.' The title was simple but the story inside told of a boy who had seen to much to be a boy, but hide to much to be a man. He set down the first book and picked up the one they had just received. It was different then the others. Its title was just as simple but told a lot more. 'The-Man-Who- Fears-His-Greatest-Enemy. Telling the truth of himself. The inner torment of a man who was never a boy.'
Ron began to speak not caring if he was heard. "Let me read you the last part of this title just to see what you think of it. The inner torment of a man who was never a boy. What does that say to you about your precious Harry Potter?" His eyes burned with anger. "Did you even listen to his story? Do you even care about the sacrifices HE made to keep YOU alive? Hmm?"
Draco took up from there. "Did you know that he had to hide every little thing about himself? Even the color of his tears? Did you know that he was wasting away from the inside because he didn't think he could be loved by being himself? Do you know what it probably cost him to relive all of that just to put it in writing?"
Everyone in the room looked guiltily at their hands. Some glanced at the two angry young men but quickly looked down again.
Ron spoke again the anger still in his eyes but his voice not betraying his feelings. "We will take votes on wether or not we will let these books come out in England. I vote yes." Ron looked to the person next to him.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Draco looked across the table and caught Ron's eye. "Yes."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Ron looked around the room. "We have fourteen 'Yes' and two 'No.' Is this correct?"
The council members nodded. "Then this meeting is over. We will allow, Mr. James Evans to sell books in England. Have a nice day." The members grabbed up lose papers and fled the room leaving behind the minister and Draco. Ron sighed a lone tear making its way down his cheek.
"I knew only about half of that. I must have been a pathetic friend to allow that to go on right under my nose." Ron began to sob softly. "I miss him so much. Even with 'Mione its not the same. How could I have been so stupid." Ron slammed his fists on the table.
Draco stood a few feet away staring into space. He whispered very softly to himself "Maybe its because you were his friend that you couldn't see. I watched from a distance as an enemy and I saw... All of that. I saw it in front of my eyes. I saw as he slowly pulled away from everyone except you. I watched as he slowly wasted away from the inside. I could see him being consumed by anger and guilt with every new death. But all he showed on the outside was sympathy. There's an old saying 'Know Thy Enemy.' I knew him alright. I remember the first time I caught a hint that something happening to him. It was Sixth year. It night and it was raining. It was cold outside. I went to my safe haven a hidden tower in Slytherin. I was the only one who knew about it. Or so I thought..."
*Flashback*
Draco pressed the snake on the wall just inside the Slytherin rooms, then walked through the wall. Torches kept the gloom out of the winding passage. He stepped silently up the stairs and to a door at the top, then stopped when he noticed the door was slightly ajar. He pushed the door open his wand out as he stepped into the lit room. A fire was going in the fire place but it was still damp and cold. Draco scanned the room slowly. He stopped when he saw a small figure curled as far from the fire as possible. He was about to tell the person to leave when he stopped himself, something told him he shouldn't disturb the person. He walked into the room slowly keeping in the shadows.
The figure stirred slightly and opened its eyes, causing Draco to jump back. The green eyes glowed like a light in the cold darkness. The figure stood and walked over to the window and sat on the sill. Draco nearly jumped again when he saw who it was. Potter. He was about to growl at the boy when he saw something slip down his cheek. It was a black tear. Potter wiped the tear from his face and glanced down at the ground.
He stared at the ground as though entranced. He stood up and stepped onto the window sill leaning over the rain pouring down his face mixing with the black tears. "I could end it. One more step and I could be gone. Then it wouldn't be my fault all those people died. My friends wouldn't be in danger because of me. Everyone would get what they want."
Draco bit his lip then spoke softly. "What do you want?"
Potter laughed without humor. "Freedom. To be loved for who I am. But it doesn't matter what I want. I'll never get it. Because I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. So I'll stay. Put everyone I care about in danger. So no one will lose their Hero. I'll fight Voldemort then narrowly escape. And everyone will think that I just want more fame. But when its finally over. I'll have what I want, freedom. And they will have what they want. A little boy who can be their tragic little hero."
*End Flashback*
"From then on I paid extra close attention to him." Draco sighed and left the room.
Ron stared after him. "But will you realize why you were watching him before its to late. Will you bring him back to us?" Ron shook his head and gathered his papers. When he grabbed the books a thick envolope fell from the ceiling and landed by his hand on the table. Ron set his stuff down on the table and fell onto the chair. He carefully opened the package and took out the cotents. Inside was a letter, and two wrapped boxes. Ron stuffed the boxes and letter back in the envelope and grabbed the rest of his stuff. Running as fast as he could he went to the apperating/disiperating zone, and disiperated home.
He ran to his house calling to his wife as he went. "Hermione, Hermione! He sent us something!" He ran through the front door and quickly followed Hermione into the living room. He dumped his things on the floor and handed the envelope to Hermione. She set the boxes on the table and opened the letter and began to read.
"Hey guys,
I'm doing great! Just wanted to give you your anniversary present. Their real sapphire. Hope you like them!
Love Harry James Potter."
Ron and hermione carefully unwraped the boxes. They opened the lids and took out the most beutiful thing they had seen. They looked like chess peices but they wernt anything that they had ever seen. Ron had gotten what looked like a young man holding something broken in his hands. Hermiones was a girl with something broken in her hands. A note slipped from the bottum of Rons and fell to the table. Ron picked it up and after reading it grinned. "This is the Prince and Princess of Hearts. They are Love chess peices. If the heart the are both caarrying comes together and seals it means you have an unbeatable love."
Ron and Hermione looked at one another then put the two figurin's together. A blue flash filled the room and when they could see again the two figurin's were holding a heart between them.
Hermione looked again at the note. "Wait Ron there's more. It says, this can also prove to be reminder of just who beat whom last time at wizard chess without trying I might add."
Ron shook his head. Harry would never let him live that one down.
*Flashback*
Harry was staring into to space again. He glanced at the chess board and sent the first piece he saw to a available spot and went back to staring at nothing. Ron shook head at his friend and turned back to the chesss board. Hermione was watching silently in the corner a secret smile on her face. Ron stared in shock at the chess board trying to think of a way out of the corner the oblivious harry had caught him in. Hermione giggled and Harry snapped back to attention.
He looked around then asked Ron "Did something happen?"
Ron pointed at the board not being able to work his mouth which was currently hanging open.
Harry glanced at the board in surprise. After staring for ten minutes what had happened finally dawned on him. "Did I... Win?" The two friends stared at one another as Hermione laughed.
*End Flashback*
Ron shook his head and pulled Hermione on his lap. She giggled as he kissed her neck. She spoke one word and every light in the house went out leaving it in total darkness. Ron groaned as Hermione pushed him on his back straddling his waist. Thoughts of Harry and the chess game pushed away as they celebrated their anniversary.
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In a flat not to far away another person found a present. This person didn't know who the sender was as he pulled a small ring from the package. It was two silver snakes twined around a small emerald. Unknown to the receiver engraved on the inside was a message that could only be seen when the receiver had found out something important. Something that could affect all the people he knew and the people he had come to care about. The ring was slipped on a slender finger the engravement burned bright for a moment then disappeared, going unnoticed. If the receiver had noticed he would have seen these words. From my greatest Hatred comes my greatest Love.
The next chapters called: Guardian angel. I'm open to any suggestions. Anything that you would like to see put in the story. If I can get it to fit It'll be there! Thanx for everything.
...And so the Boy-Who-Lived no longer a boy left the world he loved and protected. Never once looking back. But with each step he came to regret that no one knew the real him. But he left behind a message. A message that told everyone about the real Harry Potter, the one that no one ever knew about because that was not what they wanted to see. The message was thus. Look deeper then what you see. For whats between the lines is what counts the most.
The book snapped shut, the sound of its last words echoing through the silent room. A young red haired man with blue eyes sat at one end of the table. He wore black robes with the symbol of the minister on his breast pocket. He sighed and stared at the book that had been delivered two hours before. As soon as he opened the book it had launched itself into the story written in its pages. A young woman with slick black hair set seven more books on the table. Each one after being opened had told its own story.
The other council members were quiet. The gazed at the minister with looks that said 'What do we do about this?'
On the other end of the table sat another young man with shoulder length silver blonde hair. His Silver eyes connected with the ministers. "Ron, you know its no use to try and find him. Everyone has been looking for the past two years with no luck. These books; they tell his real story. I think that it would be good for people to know the real him. Thats what he wanted to do by writing these. He deserves this." he talked quietly but everyone listened.
Ron picked up the very first book and gazed at the cover. The room exploded around him in protest. He traced the title as the man across from him watched with silent silver eyes. 'The-Boy-Who-Lived. First year.' The title was simple but the story inside told of a boy who had seen to much to be a boy, but hide to much to be a man. He set down the first book and picked up the one they had just received. It was different then the others. Its title was just as simple but told a lot more. 'The-Man-Who- Fears-His-Greatest-Enemy. Telling the truth of himself. The inner torment of a man who was never a boy.'
Ron began to speak not caring if he was heard. "Let me read you the last part of this title just to see what you think of it. The inner torment of a man who was never a boy. What does that say to you about your precious Harry Potter?" His eyes burned with anger. "Did you even listen to his story? Do you even care about the sacrifices HE made to keep YOU alive? Hmm?"
Draco took up from there. "Did you know that he had to hide every little thing about himself? Even the color of his tears? Did you know that he was wasting away from the inside because he didn't think he could be loved by being himself? Do you know what it probably cost him to relive all of that just to put it in writing?"
Everyone in the room looked guiltily at their hands. Some glanced at the two angry young men but quickly looked down again.
Ron spoke again the anger still in his eyes but his voice not betraying his feelings. "We will take votes on wether or not we will let these books come out in England. I vote yes." Ron looked to the person next to him.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Draco looked across the table and caught Ron's eye. "Yes."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Ron looked around the room. "We have fourteen 'Yes' and two 'No.' Is this correct?"
The council members nodded. "Then this meeting is over. We will allow, Mr. James Evans to sell books in England. Have a nice day." The members grabbed up lose papers and fled the room leaving behind the minister and Draco. Ron sighed a lone tear making its way down his cheek.
"I knew only about half of that. I must have been a pathetic friend to allow that to go on right under my nose." Ron began to sob softly. "I miss him so much. Even with 'Mione its not the same. How could I have been so stupid." Ron slammed his fists on the table.
Draco stood a few feet away staring into space. He whispered very softly to himself "Maybe its because you were his friend that you couldn't see. I watched from a distance as an enemy and I saw... All of that. I saw it in front of my eyes. I saw as he slowly pulled away from everyone except you. I watched as he slowly wasted away from the inside. I could see him being consumed by anger and guilt with every new death. But all he showed on the outside was sympathy. There's an old saying 'Know Thy Enemy.' I knew him alright. I remember the first time I caught a hint that something happening to him. It was Sixth year. It night and it was raining. It was cold outside. I went to my safe haven a hidden tower in Slytherin. I was the only one who knew about it. Or so I thought..."
*Flashback*
Draco pressed the snake on the wall just inside the Slytherin rooms, then walked through the wall. Torches kept the gloom out of the winding passage. He stepped silently up the stairs and to a door at the top, then stopped when he noticed the door was slightly ajar. He pushed the door open his wand out as he stepped into the lit room. A fire was going in the fire place but it was still damp and cold. Draco scanned the room slowly. He stopped when he saw a small figure curled as far from the fire as possible. He was about to tell the person to leave when he stopped himself, something told him he shouldn't disturb the person. He walked into the room slowly keeping in the shadows.
The figure stirred slightly and opened its eyes, causing Draco to jump back. The green eyes glowed like a light in the cold darkness. The figure stood and walked over to the window and sat on the sill. Draco nearly jumped again when he saw who it was. Potter. He was about to growl at the boy when he saw something slip down his cheek. It was a black tear. Potter wiped the tear from his face and glanced down at the ground.
He stared at the ground as though entranced. He stood up and stepped onto the window sill leaning over the rain pouring down his face mixing with the black tears. "I could end it. One more step and I could be gone. Then it wouldn't be my fault all those people died. My friends wouldn't be in danger because of me. Everyone would get what they want."
Draco bit his lip then spoke softly. "What do you want?"
Potter laughed without humor. "Freedom. To be loved for who I am. But it doesn't matter what I want. I'll never get it. Because I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. So I'll stay. Put everyone I care about in danger. So no one will lose their Hero. I'll fight Voldemort then narrowly escape. And everyone will think that I just want more fame. But when its finally over. I'll have what I want, freedom. And they will have what they want. A little boy who can be their tragic little hero."
*End Flashback*
"From then on I paid extra close attention to him." Draco sighed and left the room.
Ron stared after him. "But will you realize why you were watching him before its to late. Will you bring him back to us?" Ron shook his head and gathered his papers. When he grabbed the books a thick envolope fell from the ceiling and landed by his hand on the table. Ron set his stuff down on the table and fell onto the chair. He carefully opened the package and took out the cotents. Inside was a letter, and two wrapped boxes. Ron stuffed the boxes and letter back in the envelope and grabbed the rest of his stuff. Running as fast as he could he went to the apperating/disiperating zone, and disiperated home.
He ran to his house calling to his wife as he went. "Hermione, Hermione! He sent us something!" He ran through the front door and quickly followed Hermione into the living room. He dumped his things on the floor and handed the envelope to Hermione. She set the boxes on the table and opened the letter and began to read.
"Hey guys,
I'm doing great! Just wanted to give you your anniversary present. Their real sapphire. Hope you like them!
Love Harry James Potter."
Ron and hermione carefully unwraped the boxes. They opened the lids and took out the most beutiful thing they had seen. They looked like chess peices but they wernt anything that they had ever seen. Ron had gotten what looked like a young man holding something broken in his hands. Hermiones was a girl with something broken in her hands. A note slipped from the bottum of Rons and fell to the table. Ron picked it up and after reading it grinned. "This is the Prince and Princess of Hearts. They are Love chess peices. If the heart the are both caarrying comes together and seals it means you have an unbeatable love."
Ron and Hermione looked at one another then put the two figurin's together. A blue flash filled the room and when they could see again the two figurin's were holding a heart between them.
Hermione looked again at the note. "Wait Ron there's more. It says, this can also prove to be reminder of just who beat whom last time at wizard chess without trying I might add."
Ron shook his head. Harry would never let him live that one down.
*Flashback*
Harry was staring into to space again. He glanced at the chess board and sent the first piece he saw to a available spot and went back to staring at nothing. Ron shook head at his friend and turned back to the chesss board. Hermione was watching silently in the corner a secret smile on her face. Ron stared in shock at the chess board trying to think of a way out of the corner the oblivious harry had caught him in. Hermione giggled and Harry snapped back to attention.
He looked around then asked Ron "Did something happen?"
Ron pointed at the board not being able to work his mouth which was currently hanging open.
Harry glanced at the board in surprise. After staring for ten minutes what had happened finally dawned on him. "Did I... Win?" The two friends stared at one another as Hermione laughed.
*End Flashback*
Ron shook his head and pulled Hermione on his lap. She giggled as he kissed her neck. She spoke one word and every light in the house went out leaving it in total darkness. Ron groaned as Hermione pushed him on his back straddling his waist. Thoughts of Harry and the chess game pushed away as they celebrated their anniversary.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a flat not to far away another person found a present. This person didn't know who the sender was as he pulled a small ring from the package. It was two silver snakes twined around a small emerald. Unknown to the receiver engraved on the inside was a message that could only be seen when the receiver had found out something important. Something that could affect all the people he knew and the people he had come to care about. The ring was slipped on a slender finger the engravement burned bright for a moment then disappeared, going unnoticed. If the receiver had noticed he would have seen these words. From my greatest Hatred comes my greatest Love.
The next chapters called: Guardian angel. I'm open to any suggestions. Anything that you would like to see put in the story. If I can get it to fit It'll be there! Thanx for everything.