Chap. 1
Life at Number 4
Harry sat in his cramped room at number 4 Privet Drive. It had once been Dudley's and Harry couldn't understand how Dudley would've gotten into the room, much less lived into it. But at least he had a "room" and not a cupboard under the stairs. The last year had been quite tough. The prophecy was now known to Harry, but that didn't make his life any easier. He would wake up at night, scurrying for his wand, which was located on his bookshelf. He would whip it around the room and look at all the shadows. A couple of times he thought he saw a devilish shadow. He fired and managed to kill. a wall, twice. He had no idea what to do. He had written to Ron and Hermoine, but they seemed to be having too much fun for him to bother them. They had written back and said that it was jitters from their fifth year. It wasn't life changing, but life hurting. His life was going down a constant spiral. He hardly got any sleep. What was he to do? Pretend Vol-, I mean He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named was not back and thriving. That he was cowering because he couldn't win. Harry had to wake up out of dreaded type of coma. The dreams he had were strange. They all concerned him and Voldemort fighting each other in the middle of a big ring. A huge crowd roared above them. The killings were like a sport. They both looked at each other. Harry couldn't keep himself from staring at Voldemort's deep evil eyes, which seemed to pierce through Harry's body, almost watching his every move. He had no idea so many people were there. There seemed to be a long stretch of hall, which was completely full of people. Harry was getting peer pressure from Ron, who was booing Voldemort and Hermoine who was sitting alone writing nasty thing about the Dark Lord and they were being read aloud by Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. Harry had to concentrate on the match. A whistle blew and AVADA KEDARVA, the match was over. Harry lie there on the floor, thrown back by his spell. Everyone looked at the dead body of Lord Voldemort. There seemed to be a black shroud around his face, which Harry assumed was a veil. He gently went down to look at the body and pulled up the veil. Harry was awestruck by what he saw. He was staring at his James Potter, his father, dead and leaking ooze from his body. Harry couldn't believe he had killed his father. He started to get up and the force of his crying let his disheveled body back down to the ground. The body started to shake and seizure. Harry looked at the body in a state of shock and a surge of anger. The body got up and looked over at Harry. "Harry, why did you kill me?" his dead father said.
Harry awoke shaken by the dream, the same dream every night for 2 solid months. It never changed, yet the dream was always new to him. He had to get his mind on school, his friends and the last 2 years of school. But for some reason, the dream ruled him night and die. Even the Dursleys were shocked when he asked to stay upstairs in his room and have his food brought. They were indeed shocked, but Vernon had some things to say. "Why must we slave to you, you little freak?" Vernon asked impatiently. "Because then you won't see my face" Harry replied and then Vernon smiled. No more seeing that bloody scar. Harry was happy that his uncle and aunt understood him a tiny bit. They didn't want to see him and he didn't want to see them. He occupied his time by looking at his family scrapbook and a special one full of pictures of Sirius, which was given to him by Lupin. Sirius had hoped to give it Harry personally, but since his death, it seemed out of the question. Harry stilled wondered sometimes whether Sirius was really dead or he was in hiding again after the Department of Mysteries fiasco. He still looked at the pictures and wished his godfather was there to get him out of there.
Harry, two weeks later, got a message from Ron. Ron asked him to go with him and the Weasleys to the home of the Arthur's uncle and aunt, Claudette and Kafern. Harry read it over and he was to meet at a muggle place called "the mall" and they would take him to the house. Harry was enthusiastic, but the nearest mall was 2 miles away. How will he get there?
Chapter 2
Ron and Fred
Harry had to think of a way to get to the mall so that he could be with Ron and the rest of them. What should he do? Should he trick his uncle and aunt into taking him to the mall and leaving him there. God knows they'd love that. If not, maybe he could say he was going out for a walk and go to the mall. Odds are that the second suggestion would be the best. He got up out of his bed. He was a little exhausted and was trying to get his eyes to center on one thing. He still had his paranoia. If you were him, you could see why. He was letting himself go and that was not the right direction. He got up and got on his clothes. He was frequently naked in his room. Maybe he was reconnecting with mother earth, maybe he was fucking nuts. Right now, he seemed calm, but still nutty. He opened his door and immediately saw that the entire house had been redecorated since he had locked himself upstairs. His old room under the cupboard was now a storage place for games and old shit the family had no need for. The walls were a different color. A bright picture hung in the hall. It was a picture of the Dursley family and, as Harry looked closer, he could see his hand just out of frame. He knew they hated him and he didn't mind. Like he cared what people thought of him, anyway. He tried to get to the door as quickly as possible, but was stopped by Uncle Vernon. "Where do you think you are going, out of your isolation?" Vernon asked. " I. need a walk" Harry said and smiled as he lied through his teeth. Vernon shrugged his shoulder," Okay, but be quick. The representatives from St. Brutus's will be here soon."
Harry stopped his gleeful tracks and stared at his uncle, almost as if he were expecting for him to say, "Just kidding", but that wasn't what his face was looking like. It was looking like, " You fucking twerp. You're getting what you deserve" "St. B-B-Brutus's" Harry stuttered. "Yes, they are coming to get you early and believe me, they will do wonders for you, maybe even help you with that stuttering". Vernon laughed and left the room. Harry didn't like the laugh or Vernon. Harry now had to run away. No way was he going to a school where they whip you when you don't listen or when it's your birthday. The school alone was a deathtrap. If you died, they would give you a celebration and buy your relatives some flowers as some sort of consolation prize. Harry was leaving.now. Harry didn't care about his clothes. He could get them back later with Ron and maybe Fred and George, if they had time from their joke shop in Diagon Alley. Harry grabbed his coat and ran out the door. He fumbled to put on his coat while he ran, but he eventually got it. He ran all the way, two blocks and stopped to start walking. He could not run the whole way there. He started walking and started to think. What were Mr. Weasleys relatives like? He couldn't quite place the names with anyone Ron mentioned. He tried to picture what they looked like, but he wasn't an artist, so it didn't work out. He kept thinking of where he would meet them. Maybe the Swirling Pretzel, or the British Gap or something. Wherever it was, he hoped they would be wearing muggle clothes or something a little less wizard flashy. He was getting closer to the mall, but he seemed far away from the real world.
Harry was so enveloped in his own thoughts that he didn't see the crash site up ahead. Harry suddenly realized this as he was hit by a woman in front of him, watching the action unfold. Harry said "excuse me" and went ahead of the woman and tried to see what the commotion was about. In the middle of the crash site was a huge crater, seven feet deep and 19 feet wide. It may be small, but the person dead didn't think it was. Harry peered at the wreckage. All around the crater were bits of clothing and bits of person. Harry could see in one corner a ring, which held a diamond ring on it. Harry fell to the ground. His scar was pounding. He was seeing something he had never seen before.only a couple of times. He saw a young woman, scrambling on the ground, looking for a way out. A voice was breathing heavily in his mind. Voldemort was in his mind. He could sense his presence. Harry tried to block it out but it only made the vision stronger. The woman was trying to jump at a ladder out of an apartment building. She kept trying, but failed every time. She turned around and looked at the horror; she was looking at Voldemort. He raised his wand and yelled AVADA KEDARVA. "GET OUT" he yelled and was returned back to normal time. Everyone around him was looking at him very strangely. He laid on his knees and tried to get his stuff together. He breathed deeply to get the air in. He looked all around. Then something struck him. He had just seen the murder that was where he was lying. He looked and saw the ladder on the building and the woman was wearing the same dress as the bits of clothing lying around the crater. The dress was blue with a flower pattern that stopped at her waist and went into a green jungle skirt. Why was he seeing this? Why was this important? It was important because it meant Voldemort was very close to Harry and Harry was now scared. Not as scared as he should be but scared nonetheless. He tried to pick himself up and get going to the mall to meet the Weasleys, but some power made him want to take the finger, which possessed the ring on it. He picked up the finer, looked at curiously, for he had never picked up a severed hand before and shoved in his pocket, so as to hide from everyone else. He quickly ran from the scene and caught his breath at the end of High brown Street. Only one more mile until the mall.
Harry was trying to get to the mall as quickly as he could so he could get out of there. All the while as he walked, he thought of his dream and wondered what it had to do with him. Was she related to someone he knew? He couldn't think of anyone. The thought of the body blasting into pieces right in front of him and actually picking up the finger.
Harry finally got to the mall and the search began. Harry guessed that they probably wouldn't be too hard to make out. They were very easy to spot. Just look for anyone who doesn't look like they are all there. He searched the Swirling Pretzel and the Banana Country for them, but they weren't there.
He was getting tired. They weren't at the Shaky's Pizza, Britain's Finest, a clothes store, or the Mattress Company. He rested on the Mattress as he tried to think of where they were. All of the sudden a rather strange hat shone through the crowd and met Harry's eyes. He got up.
" That must be the Weasleys" he thought. He went closer and saw that it wasn't Arthur or Ron, but Severus Snape, his Potions teacher at Hogwarts. He hid behind a bed, just in case Snape saw him. Snape was outside a Victoria's Secret.
Why would Severus Snape be doing at a Victoria's Secret you ask? He had a contact there. Harry got up closer and looked through the windows. Immediately, a woman came out of the store and hit him over the head.
" No looking! Get away, you pervert" the woman said. Harry didn't want that. Through the glass he could see that Snape saw him and Harry panicked. He looked like he was gonna get him when he went to Hogwarts. Snape then went back to his business and turned to go to wall, looking a bottle of cologne.
Harry turned around, thankful he wasn't in trouble.yet. He shouted, "AHH" and fell on the floor. In front of him was Ron, wearing a big hat, like the cat in the hat and Fred, trying to open a bag of Twizzlers.
Harry got up.
"What were you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?" Harry asked Ron. Ron smiled.
" We were passing and saw you, so we decided to surprise you. It worked." Ron said. He went over to Fred and whispered something in his ear. They both laughed . "What's so funny?" Harry asked.
" Nothing" Fred said.
"Need help with the Twizzlers" Harry asked Fred.
"Thanks, I owe you one," and gave the bag to Harry, " People say they're really good.
"They are" Harry said and merely tore it open on one side.
"Thanks," Fred said, " I would've used magic but there are muggles around and I didn't want to overt attention to myself and my bro"
Harry looked at Ron's hat and clothes. He was wearing what appeared to be a dirt filled Chudley Cannon's tee shirt and scuffed up pants. His shoes were tattered, but shiny.
" Where are your parents and George?" Harry asked.
" Mom's in the Mattress Company. Dad is at a payphone, apparently trying to transport himself to the Ministry of Magic" Ron said.
" That won't work. Those are non- enchanted phones. They'll just tell him he has the wrong number, that's all." Harry said.
" Dad's like that. Apparently, a woman from the Order was attacked on the streets a mile from here and killed. People are saying its Voldemort.
Harry squeezed on the finger in his pocket.
Life at Number 4
Harry sat in his cramped room at number 4 Privet Drive. It had once been Dudley's and Harry couldn't understand how Dudley would've gotten into the room, much less lived into it. But at least he had a "room" and not a cupboard under the stairs. The last year had been quite tough. The prophecy was now known to Harry, but that didn't make his life any easier. He would wake up at night, scurrying for his wand, which was located on his bookshelf. He would whip it around the room and look at all the shadows. A couple of times he thought he saw a devilish shadow. He fired and managed to kill. a wall, twice. He had no idea what to do. He had written to Ron and Hermoine, but they seemed to be having too much fun for him to bother them. They had written back and said that it was jitters from their fifth year. It wasn't life changing, but life hurting. His life was going down a constant spiral. He hardly got any sleep. What was he to do? Pretend Vol-, I mean He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named was not back and thriving. That he was cowering because he couldn't win. Harry had to wake up out of dreaded type of coma. The dreams he had were strange. They all concerned him and Voldemort fighting each other in the middle of a big ring. A huge crowd roared above them. The killings were like a sport. They both looked at each other. Harry couldn't keep himself from staring at Voldemort's deep evil eyes, which seemed to pierce through Harry's body, almost watching his every move. He had no idea so many people were there. There seemed to be a long stretch of hall, which was completely full of people. Harry was getting peer pressure from Ron, who was booing Voldemort and Hermoine who was sitting alone writing nasty thing about the Dark Lord and they were being read aloud by Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. Harry had to concentrate on the match. A whistle blew and AVADA KEDARVA, the match was over. Harry lie there on the floor, thrown back by his spell. Everyone looked at the dead body of Lord Voldemort. There seemed to be a black shroud around his face, which Harry assumed was a veil. He gently went down to look at the body and pulled up the veil. Harry was awestruck by what he saw. He was staring at his James Potter, his father, dead and leaking ooze from his body. Harry couldn't believe he had killed his father. He started to get up and the force of his crying let his disheveled body back down to the ground. The body started to shake and seizure. Harry looked at the body in a state of shock and a surge of anger. The body got up and looked over at Harry. "Harry, why did you kill me?" his dead father said.
Harry awoke shaken by the dream, the same dream every night for 2 solid months. It never changed, yet the dream was always new to him. He had to get his mind on school, his friends and the last 2 years of school. But for some reason, the dream ruled him night and die. Even the Dursleys were shocked when he asked to stay upstairs in his room and have his food brought. They were indeed shocked, but Vernon had some things to say. "Why must we slave to you, you little freak?" Vernon asked impatiently. "Because then you won't see my face" Harry replied and then Vernon smiled. No more seeing that bloody scar. Harry was happy that his uncle and aunt understood him a tiny bit. They didn't want to see him and he didn't want to see them. He occupied his time by looking at his family scrapbook and a special one full of pictures of Sirius, which was given to him by Lupin. Sirius had hoped to give it Harry personally, but since his death, it seemed out of the question. Harry stilled wondered sometimes whether Sirius was really dead or he was in hiding again after the Department of Mysteries fiasco. He still looked at the pictures and wished his godfather was there to get him out of there.
Harry, two weeks later, got a message from Ron. Ron asked him to go with him and the Weasleys to the home of the Arthur's uncle and aunt, Claudette and Kafern. Harry read it over and he was to meet at a muggle place called "the mall" and they would take him to the house. Harry was enthusiastic, but the nearest mall was 2 miles away. How will he get there?
Chapter 2
Ron and Fred
Harry had to think of a way to get to the mall so that he could be with Ron and the rest of them. What should he do? Should he trick his uncle and aunt into taking him to the mall and leaving him there. God knows they'd love that. If not, maybe he could say he was going out for a walk and go to the mall. Odds are that the second suggestion would be the best. He got up out of his bed. He was a little exhausted and was trying to get his eyes to center on one thing. He still had his paranoia. If you were him, you could see why. He was letting himself go and that was not the right direction. He got up and got on his clothes. He was frequently naked in his room. Maybe he was reconnecting with mother earth, maybe he was fucking nuts. Right now, he seemed calm, but still nutty. He opened his door and immediately saw that the entire house had been redecorated since he had locked himself upstairs. His old room under the cupboard was now a storage place for games and old shit the family had no need for. The walls were a different color. A bright picture hung in the hall. It was a picture of the Dursley family and, as Harry looked closer, he could see his hand just out of frame. He knew they hated him and he didn't mind. Like he cared what people thought of him, anyway. He tried to get to the door as quickly as possible, but was stopped by Uncle Vernon. "Where do you think you are going, out of your isolation?" Vernon asked. " I. need a walk" Harry said and smiled as he lied through his teeth. Vernon shrugged his shoulder," Okay, but be quick. The representatives from St. Brutus's will be here soon."
Harry stopped his gleeful tracks and stared at his uncle, almost as if he were expecting for him to say, "Just kidding", but that wasn't what his face was looking like. It was looking like, " You fucking twerp. You're getting what you deserve" "St. B-B-Brutus's" Harry stuttered. "Yes, they are coming to get you early and believe me, they will do wonders for you, maybe even help you with that stuttering". Vernon laughed and left the room. Harry didn't like the laugh or Vernon. Harry now had to run away. No way was he going to a school where they whip you when you don't listen or when it's your birthday. The school alone was a deathtrap. If you died, they would give you a celebration and buy your relatives some flowers as some sort of consolation prize. Harry was leaving.now. Harry didn't care about his clothes. He could get them back later with Ron and maybe Fred and George, if they had time from their joke shop in Diagon Alley. Harry grabbed his coat and ran out the door. He fumbled to put on his coat while he ran, but he eventually got it. He ran all the way, two blocks and stopped to start walking. He could not run the whole way there. He started walking and started to think. What were Mr. Weasleys relatives like? He couldn't quite place the names with anyone Ron mentioned. He tried to picture what they looked like, but he wasn't an artist, so it didn't work out. He kept thinking of where he would meet them. Maybe the Swirling Pretzel, or the British Gap or something. Wherever it was, he hoped they would be wearing muggle clothes or something a little less wizard flashy. He was getting closer to the mall, but he seemed far away from the real world.
Harry was so enveloped in his own thoughts that he didn't see the crash site up ahead. Harry suddenly realized this as he was hit by a woman in front of him, watching the action unfold. Harry said "excuse me" and went ahead of the woman and tried to see what the commotion was about. In the middle of the crash site was a huge crater, seven feet deep and 19 feet wide. It may be small, but the person dead didn't think it was. Harry peered at the wreckage. All around the crater were bits of clothing and bits of person. Harry could see in one corner a ring, which held a diamond ring on it. Harry fell to the ground. His scar was pounding. He was seeing something he had never seen before.only a couple of times. He saw a young woman, scrambling on the ground, looking for a way out. A voice was breathing heavily in his mind. Voldemort was in his mind. He could sense his presence. Harry tried to block it out but it only made the vision stronger. The woman was trying to jump at a ladder out of an apartment building. She kept trying, but failed every time. She turned around and looked at the horror; she was looking at Voldemort. He raised his wand and yelled AVADA KEDARVA. "GET OUT" he yelled and was returned back to normal time. Everyone around him was looking at him very strangely. He laid on his knees and tried to get his stuff together. He breathed deeply to get the air in. He looked all around. Then something struck him. He had just seen the murder that was where he was lying. He looked and saw the ladder on the building and the woman was wearing the same dress as the bits of clothing lying around the crater. The dress was blue with a flower pattern that stopped at her waist and went into a green jungle skirt. Why was he seeing this? Why was this important? It was important because it meant Voldemort was very close to Harry and Harry was now scared. Not as scared as he should be but scared nonetheless. He tried to pick himself up and get going to the mall to meet the Weasleys, but some power made him want to take the finger, which possessed the ring on it. He picked up the finer, looked at curiously, for he had never picked up a severed hand before and shoved in his pocket, so as to hide from everyone else. He quickly ran from the scene and caught his breath at the end of High brown Street. Only one more mile until the mall.
Harry was trying to get to the mall as quickly as he could so he could get out of there. All the while as he walked, he thought of his dream and wondered what it had to do with him. Was she related to someone he knew? He couldn't think of anyone. The thought of the body blasting into pieces right in front of him and actually picking up the finger.
Harry finally got to the mall and the search began. Harry guessed that they probably wouldn't be too hard to make out. They were very easy to spot. Just look for anyone who doesn't look like they are all there. He searched the Swirling Pretzel and the Banana Country for them, but they weren't there.
He was getting tired. They weren't at the Shaky's Pizza, Britain's Finest, a clothes store, or the Mattress Company. He rested on the Mattress as he tried to think of where they were. All of the sudden a rather strange hat shone through the crowd and met Harry's eyes. He got up.
" That must be the Weasleys" he thought. He went closer and saw that it wasn't Arthur or Ron, but Severus Snape, his Potions teacher at Hogwarts. He hid behind a bed, just in case Snape saw him. Snape was outside a Victoria's Secret.
Why would Severus Snape be doing at a Victoria's Secret you ask? He had a contact there. Harry got up closer and looked through the windows. Immediately, a woman came out of the store and hit him over the head.
" No looking! Get away, you pervert" the woman said. Harry didn't want that. Through the glass he could see that Snape saw him and Harry panicked. He looked like he was gonna get him when he went to Hogwarts. Snape then went back to his business and turned to go to wall, looking a bottle of cologne.
Harry turned around, thankful he wasn't in trouble.yet. He shouted, "AHH" and fell on the floor. In front of him was Ron, wearing a big hat, like the cat in the hat and Fred, trying to open a bag of Twizzlers.
Harry got up.
"What were you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?" Harry asked Ron. Ron smiled.
" We were passing and saw you, so we decided to surprise you. It worked." Ron said. He went over to Fred and whispered something in his ear. They both laughed . "What's so funny?" Harry asked.
" Nothing" Fred said.
"Need help with the Twizzlers" Harry asked Fred.
"Thanks, I owe you one," and gave the bag to Harry, " People say they're really good.
"They are" Harry said and merely tore it open on one side.
"Thanks," Fred said, " I would've used magic but there are muggles around and I didn't want to overt attention to myself and my bro"
Harry looked at Ron's hat and clothes. He was wearing what appeared to be a dirt filled Chudley Cannon's tee shirt and scuffed up pants. His shoes were tattered, but shiny.
" Where are your parents and George?" Harry asked.
" Mom's in the Mattress Company. Dad is at a payphone, apparently trying to transport himself to the Ministry of Magic" Ron said.
" That won't work. Those are non- enchanted phones. They'll just tell him he has the wrong number, that's all." Harry said.
" Dad's like that. Apparently, a woman from the Order was attacked on the streets a mile from here and killed. People are saying its Voldemort.
Harry squeezed on the finger in his pocket.