Harry Potter and the Forgotten Friends
Chapter Thirteen: Voices
'Harry awoke with a start. He could hear voices… but he didn't recognize them. He looked around the room, and suddenly was jolted awake.
'Where am I? How did I get here? Where's the cupboard?' He franticly thought looking around.
He didn't recognize the room. It wasn't his normal spot in the cupboard. His cupboard was dark and small, with a pile of blankets on the bottom forming a bed. This on the other hand was way different. The room was big and spacious. The bed he was on was definitely full of blankets, complete with a mattress. The room was painted a light red, with light streaming in through the window in the back. Harry looked around worriedly. Even though all of this was great… he just wondered where he was.
There was no way the Dursley's would give him a room like this! He was just the freakish boy who lived in the cupboard under your stairs. He was just your un-ordinary under fed boy. That's it. Harry sighed, pushing his hair away from his eyes, briefly showing the scar. He got out of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. He walked across the room to the door thinking about where he was. This room… it felt so familiar but where had he seen this before?
He clasped his hand onto the door, shakily. He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing what would wait for him on the other side of the brown door. He opened the door quickly wanting to get it over with. When he opened his eyes he was surprised. All that awaited him was a white hallway, bathed in the sunlight. Harry blinked in shock but shook it off.
'Get a hold of yourself, Potter. Nothing would wait outside your bedroom door. They'd be where you least expect it." Harry scolded himself.
Being with Dudley for eight years, he knew all the tricks. The tricks that people would pull on others to get back at you. They would hide in places where you wouldn't never think to look, and that's where Harry would try to look first.
Harry walked down the white hallway, looking every which way listening to every sound. His shadow played across the carpet as he walked through the sunlight halls. He stopped on the white carpet looking down the stairs. Harry sighed, building up his small confidence and grabbed onto the wooden banister. He walked down the stairs slowly and quietly. He reached the bottom of the stairs in no time.
The hardwood floor was cold as his bare feet touched the floor. He could hear voices… they were clearer this time. It sounded like a man and a woman… and maybe, a child? Just where was he? He walked through what looked to be a kitchen. He passed the kitchen table and chairs and snuck into the living room.
When he entered the living room his suspicions were confirmed. In the blue living room there was a man at work at a desk, while a woman was playing with a baby on the floor. These people… they looked so familiar, but he couldn't just put a finger on it.
The people didn't look up as he entered… just like the Dursley's did. Maybe this was them before he came? If it was… Dudley sure gained a lot of weight! Harry laughed slightly at the mental picture. The man at the desk, looked up, and was about to say something to the woman on the floor.
Harry observed the man, intensely. He looked so familiar… but why? The black messy hair… the glasses… the face… he had seen it before… on him. Was the man… could he be…
"Dad?" Harry whispered.
The man ignored him, like he could see or hear him. Harry looked at the woman but didn't remember anything familiar… then again; all he could see was her back. The woman looked up at the man as he rose from the desk.
"James? What's wrong?" The woman asked worriedly, disregarding the child on the floor.
"It's getting late, Lily. Take Harry and yourself up to bed. I'll put these papers for the Ministry away and be up in a second." He replied, shuffling the papers on his desk.
The woman nodded and turned back to the child. "Come on Harry. Time for bed." She cooed, picking the child up from the floor.
The child giggled happily, reaching for a wooden stick in his mothers' pocket that looked so very fun to play with. The woman, Lily, noticed, and took the child's' hand away from the pocket.
"Harry, don't play with mummy's wand. We'll take you to Ollivanders to get your own wand when you turn eleven." She said, shifting the child in her arms.
Harry looked at the woman when she turned around. He didn't recognize anything on her; the red hair… the face… nothing reminded him of anything. Then he saw it, a flash of green eyes, before they disappeared underneath a tendril of hair.
"Mum?" Harry whispered.
The woman ignored him, just like the man had. Harry sighed… it was just an illusion. His parents weren't here… they died in a car crash when he was one year old. And, judging from the size of him, it would be soon. The woman disappeared up the stairs, talking to the small child, leaving Harry and his fathers' illusion in the room.
Harry watched the man as he shuffled and sorted through his papers putting them into different piles. Curiosity got the better of Harry and he walked over to the desk to see what this 'Ministry' stuff was all about. He crossed the room, unnoticed of course. He read the top of the paper and gasped, taking a step back.
-------------------------------------- The Ministry of Magic --------------------------------------
That's what the paper read.
"Magic? It's not real… this isn't real… magic doesn't exist… Uncle Vernon said… but then… why does this feel so right?" Harry pondered to himself as he stood beside the desk.
He needed to sit down. This was too much. Magic and meeting his parents for the first time, ever. Harry sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. His head was starting to hurt with all his information. Harry's head snapped up when he heard the man, James, talking to something called 'Pooka'. Harry looked up at the man, with raised eyebrows. It was then that Harry realized a snowy-white owl perched on his arm. How strange…
The owl held its leg out to him with a note attached to it. James looked at the letter as the owl spread it's soared out of the room into the kitchen. The man unrolled the letter and quickly read through it. He sighed after he read the letter and put it down on the table.
With that he took out a wooden stick that the woman had also had, and waved it around while muttering something. The light behind the desk flicked off, sending the room into darkness. From the couch, Harry watched as he exited out of the room, and feet could be heard going up the stairs.
Harry got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, looking around. This place looked so familiar, and yet so unfamiliar all in one.
"I wonder when I'll be out of here? Maybe I'm stuck here until they die?" Harry wondered aloud to himself.
He sighed, and sat down on one of the white kitchen table chairs. He decided that he would wait. He must be here for a reason? Right? Time went by slowly for Harry. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and still, Harry waited.
It was around midnight, and Harry was still there. It seemed that his parents and his former self had gone to bed. He has paced the room many times, looked at various things, and after finally looking at a calendar realized where he was. He was in 1981, Halloween night…
CRASH!
Harry jumped from where he was sitting. Nothing looked out the ordinary but a voice was heard from upstairs. Footsteps were heard and a light flicked on. Harry looked up as his father came down the stairs, while his mother walked into another room.
A bright gold light was seen from the hallway. That got Harry and James' attention. Harry looked at the light in curiosity wondering what could do that in the dead of night. James on the other hand swore loudly and grabbed his stick again and ran through the kitchen. Harry, perplexed at what would happen followed closely behind him. Before James even left the kitchen the door was blasted off its hinges with the same gold light. Debris' of the door flew everywhere; smoke going every which way.
When Harry opened his eyes, he held back a scream. A cloaked black figure was standing in the hallway with a wooden stick pointing at his father. What was with these people and wooden sticks? James grabbed his wooden stick as well and held it out in front of him, as if to defend him.
The man in the black cloak just sneered and laughed at him. James glared at the man, and made a dash for the living room. In a panicked voice he shouted up the stairs.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –"
A cackle of high-pitched laughter was heard, as a gold light hit the man and he collapsed to the ground. The man standing over him, cloaked in black looked pleased with killing this man. What was that all about? The cloaked man then turned his attention to Harry, even though the cloaked man couldn't see him.
A baby's cry and a mothers plead from upstairs was heard. The cloaked man turned his attention to the dead man on the floor and sneered. He swept by the dead man, through the living room and into the kitchen. Harry followed him through the kitchen, but kept a distance. His man gave him a creepy feeling. The man sneered, as the baby's wail got louder. He then swept up the stairs in no time.
He grabbed his wooden stick and held it over to the door. He muttered something, and a gold light hit the door knocking it off its hinges. Just like last time, the doors' debris flew all over the place, and smoke flew every which way. A woman's scream was heard from inside. Harry's head snapped to the upstairs, his mother and his younger self were in trouble. He ran up the stairs, stopping in front of the door.
The cloaked man was demanding her to give him the child. He looked agitated. The woman was refusing him, over and over again, clutching the child closer to her.
"Give me the child!" The cloaked man demanded.
" Not Harry! Not Harry! Please- I'll do anything-"
"Stand aside – stand aside girl –"
"Not Harry!" She pleaded again, clutching the child closer to her.
The man sneered at the woman's affection for the child, and pointed his wooden stick at her. She gasped, as he muttered something and a green light hit her in the back, as she tried to shield the child. She yelled a blood curtling scream and she hit the floor dead; with the child very well alive.
The cloaked man sneered at the woman's foolishness and he grabbed the dead woman's shoulder and pushed her off the wriggling child. When the child's mother was gone from his sight, he let out a loud, long wail and tried to crawl away from the cloaked man's stare.
The man in the cloak then turned his wooden stick on the baby. Harry who was standing there, horror-struck clamped his eyes shut. He just saw his mother and father die with no mercy shown. They hadn't died in a car crash… they were murdered by a cloaked man. Harry listened to his cry as a baby, as the man whispered a word. A flash of gold light was heard and an ear-piercing scream followed. Harry opened his eyes. That scream… it wasn't his… it was the cloaked man…
Harry whirled around. The cloaked man was nowhere to be seen, only him as a baby. Harry looked at his former self and he realized his forehead was bleeding. Harry crept closer and looked at the forehead. It was shaped as a lightening bolt… like the one he had on his forehead.
"So that's how I got this." Harry muttered, fingering his scar.
The floor under his feet gave a shake. Harry gasped. The house was going to collapse… on him! He gave on last look to his former self and his mother, and raced out of the bedroom. The floor gave another shake, as Harry raced through the hallway and down the stairs. He reached the bottom of the stairs in no time; he raced across the kitchens' cold floor, as his bare feet making a 'clack, clack' as he ran. He reached the spot where the door once stood, after exiting the kitchen. He turned around, and gave his dad one last look, and exited the house.
As soon as Harry was out of the houses' range, he stood on the sidewalk looking at the two-story white tutor house, on the dark street. The house gave another tremble, and collapsed. That was the end. His parents were dead, and soon enough he would be at the Dursley's until he could move out at sixteen.
Harry stood there, waiting to go home. He had just seen his parents die, what else could there be to see? His parents were gone, their house was a wreck, and no one had noticed. Harry looked at the rumble, wondering how he had survived that. He must have been in a tented area, where support beams kept the debris' of the house off him.
The wind picked up around Harry, and he was whisked away. 'The end of the dream' he thought. He then landed in a little alleyway. He sighed, why was he here? He looked around, and was light at the end of the alleyway. Harry sighed, and walked down the alleyway and out into the light. It was a street lined with stores, and many people were milling about the streets, all wearing black cloaks of some sort. As he looked around shouting caught his attention. He whirled around.
There were two men standing there. One looked close to tears, while the other one looked murderous, ready to hurt the crying man. Perplexed, Harry walked over there to see what they were yelling about.
"James, Lily and Harry, Sirius! How could you kill them?!" The one in tears shouted.
The other man looked appalled. "Me? It was you, you little traitor. You were James and Lily's secret keeper. You sold them out to the Dark Lord. They were my best friends I would die for them. Like you should have." The man, Sirius, shouted.
The one in tears silently laughed. "The Dark Lord? I knew he was after James and Lily, but I wasn't their secret keeper. You were, and everyone knows it. I would have died for them, but you, you just killed them." He spat, on the verge of tears.
"I should have expected this from you, Peter. You were always busy and never around. I should have known you were the spy, not Remus," Sirius yelled, grabbing for his wand. "You killed James and Lily, you're a murder and should be Azkaban. You killed them, and you should have realized Wormtail, that if Voldemort didn't kill you. I would, goodbye Peter."
Harry saw the man, which he had dubbed "Sirius" aim his wooden stick at the man dubbed "Peter." He didn't like the idea of the wooden sticks. He had seen a stick of a clocked figure aim one at his mother and father. What Harry didn't see is the man, Peter, grab for his own wooden stick. Before the man, Sirius could do anything he blew the street up.
Harry closed his eyes as the explosion erupted. After the debris had died down (which none had hit Harry, because he was invisible) and the smoke had cleared, Harry opened his eyes again. The crying man, Peter, had disappeared. The other man, Sirius was just standing there, stunned. It was then that Harry realized that he had a wooden stick in his hand.
'That man… he did it. He blew up the street, killed that Peter guy, and,' Harry looked around, 'Wow! He didn't only blow up the street, all these people… are… dead… and he killed my… parents… why does he look so familiar?' Harry thought to himself.
What surprised Harry the most was when the man with the wooden stick started to
laugh. Uncontrollably. He was now a murderer and he was laughing at a time like
this? Harry sighed, raising an eyebrow at him. This man had mental problems.
Sirens were heard down the street. Harry turned; he could see the flashing red lights of the police cars and the horns of the Ambulance and the Fire Rescue. This man was going to jail… for killing his parents and attempting to kill him as well. As Harry turned back to the laughing man, he saw people in black clothes trying to contain the man. They grabbed the laughing man's arms and dragged him off. In a flash of white light they were gone, and so was Harry.'
"Harry! Wake up!" A voice called.
Harry moved his arm and moaned. He remembered it all. Crashing into a dark figure when he left the Dursley's – Getting knocked unconscious – and that dream. A man had killed his parents by sending a hit man after them. Only Harry managed to survive the surprise attack by a stroke of luck. Harry opened his eyes, and looked around. He was lying sprawled out of the doorstep of number four Privet Drive, looking up at the white door. Harry averted his gaze to the people surrounding him; Riley Black and her mother and father.
"Harry! Are you OK?" Arabella said, looking down at the child.
"Harry! You did some great flying action!" Riley said, thumping Harry on the back as he sat up.
"I'm OK, Mrs. Black." Harry said, winded from Riley's "attack".
Harry smiled, at the three of them, until he got to the face of Mr. Black. He held a hand out, and Harry took it. He pulled him up into a standing position. Harry smiled
"Thanks…" He started out, "Mr. Black." Harry finished off carefully.
He recognized that face immediately. This was the man in the dream. This was the man who had sent the hit man after him and his parents. This man killed his family, and attempted to kill him and failed. All this time… the man who killed his parents, was his best friends' father. All the sudden Harry felt that he couldn't trust the Black's any more. Harry started to back away towards the door; causing them to look at him.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Riley asked, stepping forward.
Harry just backed right up to the white front door, fumbling with the handle behind him. He had to get inside, get away from the Black's. He didn't know how much they knew, and since it was dark, a hit man could be anywhere. Harry then got the door to swing open.
"Just keep away from me!" Harry shouted, running into the house, slamming the door behind him.
The Black's just stood there, shocked. Arabella then turned to Riley.
"Riley. Go sit in the car and wait for us." She instructed.
Riley nodded, and trudged down the walkway and into the car. Arabella then looked over to Sirius. "Harry's is going to be fine. We probably scared him when he woke up." She said, putting on a smile.
Sirius simply shook his head. "That's not it, Bella. I'm surprised that Harry didn't have this dream earlier. It was probably the dream about James and Lily dying. He probably also saw the rat and me in the street. Dumbledore said that he would have it sometime, but he didn't know when. Riley woke him up to soon, he didn't see when Hagrid came to get him, and when we were all at the Dursley's house." Sirius explained.
Arabella just looked at him. "What could jolt Harry's memory to dream that?"
"The black cloak. Dumbledore said that anything that happened that night, could trigger the memories." He explained.
Arabella nodded, and grabbed his arm. "Come on. Let's get out of here before the Dursley's come."
Sirius nodded, and the two walked down the walkway and got into their car. The headlights went on, and they backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.
Harry let the curtains fall back to their original place. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Riley's dad wanted him dead.
"What's there to do now?" Harry mumbled, walking for his small cupboard.
Q&A
Slytherin Witch: Being locked up with the Durlsey's? He might be… mattering what the Dursleys are like when they come home from the Parent Teacher Meeting…
Witchcraft: Thanks! :)
Gypsy Malfoy: its OK Gypsy have fun being busy! LoL!
Coconut-ice agent h/h: No one really knows how bad the Durlsey's treat Harry expect for Harry and the Durlseys. The reason why no one knows if because Harry is very quiet in this story, and that what the Durlseys do to him is between them. If anyone else was to know about his, Harry would know that the Dursley's would just hurt him more when he got home, and everything would juts turn out worse for Harry.
AllAboutMe: You're crazy, girl! But crazy's always good. I sent you this chapter but I never heard from you… so I posted it anyway ^_^;
PINK devil: Yes. Harry, Alexis and Riley will go to Hogwarts, very soon. I like in about maybe four chapters…! The Miss. Snape thing threw me off to. I wasn't going to put it in, but then I thought it would be a twist for you guys, the readers.
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Yeah, that was evil. But what are cliffhangers for! :)
Super saya-Jin Gotan: Thanks for explanation on James in Gryffindor and Slytherin thing. I never thought of Malfoy or Voldylocks (lol) it wouldn't be Pettigrew because his in Azkaban. It might not have been written in the story but sometime in the eight years in between, after Sirius was "proved" innocent by Dumbledore, Hagrid and McGonagall. It was semi-obvious that since Sirius was able to go to Magical and Muggle world without problems, Pettigrew is in Azkaban.
R&R!! This is my longest chapter in this story so far with nine and a half pages. I wrote this story in one day!
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