A/N: Please disregarde the grammer and spelling mistakes.
Summary: What's up with Harry? Why are Hermione and Ginny disappearing all the time? Who is this enticing new Gryffindor? And just where in all hells is Ron? Reincarnation is a strange and dangerous thing that toys with the present in hopes that the present will somehow turn out like the past, but will the past repeat itself in this occurrence, or will the reincarnation of the great King Arthur fail to save the world as we know it from a foe greater than any seen in this word yet?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Bagages Egares
Chapter 1
May 26, 1997
Harry Potter urged his broom faster and faster over the northern English countryside praying in vain that the unconscious girl in his arms would not give in to the waves of darkness creeping up on her. They had been flying for what seemed like days, but it could have only been minutes, or hours, who knew anymore?
They'd been flying north over the Scottish borders when she had awakened last crying and sobbing. Then she had fallen out again and though he had tried keeping her awake, it was no use.
"Almost there…" He murmured to himself.
In fact, he could just make out the bright lights of the school far ahead of him in the darkness. They just might reach it by morning. For indeed the sun had just begun to creep over the hills in the east sending the lower sky into the rainbow of pinks and purples of dawn.
He urged the broom to go faster and chanced a glance down at the girl in his arms.
She had slumped against his shoulder and was taking short and laborious gasps of breath, in pain even though she was not all the way there. He had no doubt that she had at least three broken ribs and that one of them had punctured her lung causing her breath to shorten considerably. There were cuts and bruises that trailed down a pale arm that had somehow found its way out of the soft cloak she was wrapped in to protect her modesty.
He'd nearly had a heart attack when he'd found her, lying on a dirty patch of hay in an equally dirty cell in an equally dirty dungeon, naked, shivering and clammy with fever. If he hadn't killed the basatard already, he'd be doing it right then.
He had wrapped her in his thick velvet cloak when he'd finally finished with her captor and then jumped on his broom to rush her back to Hogwarts and safety, leaving the ruins of the old castle far behind them.
That had been hours ago.
And now Hogwarts was just in front of them gleaming in the dawn.
"Wake up now love," He said jostling her shoulder, but she didn't respond. She only let out a low moan and a raspy gasp of pain before falling silent again. "This is bad…this is bad…" he murmured to himself.
Their arrival at the castle came quicker than he expected and he was in luck, someone had left the doors wide open.
So, ducking, he flew straight into the castle, down the hall, up the staircase to the third floor, and to the infirmary where he slid smoothly to a halt and shouted for Madame Pomfrey.
The nurse and her assistant a seventh year Ravenclaw by the name of Annabelle Lee. "What is it my boy? You know you're not supposed to have brooms inside the castle, you could hurt someone, is that why you're here?"
"NO!" He hurriedly dismounted and laid the girl in his arms carefully in the nearest bed.
"OH!" The nurse, finally understanding, flitted over to the bed and started to work on the girl talking all the while. "What happened to her? Where was she? Who did this? Where were you when it happened?"
All of these happened in such a rapid succession that Harry just stood there for a moment trying to figure out which one he should answer first.
Madame Pomfrey suddenly stopped what she was doing and stared up at him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go fetch Dumbledore, quickly!"
Harry tore from the room at that statement and raced down the hall. One minute later he stood panting in front of Dumbledore's office and gasped out the password, "Whatchamacallits!"
The gargoyle hopped to the side and Harry sprinted up the staircase not waiting to catch his breath.
When he reached the door, he heard voices inside, but didn't stop to knock, he burst into the room and ducked as several curses were thrown at him. When he looked up it was into the surprised eyes of the Order of the Phoenix.
Remus Lupin quickly lowered his wand and went towards Harry. "Harry! We thought you'd been captured."
"No, I went after him." Harry gasped out. "He's dead now. That good for nothing SOB is dead." He cracked a smirk for the moment, then it was gone. "But Ginny…She…she's in the infirmary. He-he r-" But try as he might, he couldn't force it past his lips, it was too horrible to imagine. "Madame Pomfrey wants you Professor Dumbledore." He said instead.
The old man rose quickly from his seat and swept from the room, Harry hot on his trail.
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It'd been about five hours since Harry had brought Ginny Weasley bleeding and bruised into the Hogwarts School infirmary, and it wasn't looking and better than it had then.
Ginny lay prone in her bed, oblivious to the world around her. When Harry found her, she'd been unconscious, and Madame had had no idea of how long she'd been that way, maybe days, maybe hours… She'd been missing for over a month... It would be neigh on impossible to tell how long she'd been out.
Harry sat in a chair next to her bed with his head in his hands brooding. If he hadn't insisted she get some air back in the beginning of May, she'd never have disappeared. It was all his fault this had happened…
He sighed for the umpteenth time. Who knew when she'd wake up…
Madame Pomfrey came out of her office where she'd been looking over Ginny's vitals for about an hour. She stopped near Annabelle who was tending to a second year with a broken arm. She whispered in the young girl's ear and handed he the papers, then walked away.
Annabelle glanced over at Harry, sent a short prayer to whomever was listening then walked slowly towards him. She sat heavily in the chair next to Harry pushing her short raven hair back behind her ears. For a moment, they stared silently at Ginny's pale face. When she spoke, her clear blue eyes shone with sadness and pity. "Harry, do you happen to know where Ginny's brother is? Or perhaps Hermione?"
Harry shrugged. He and Ron hadn't spoken since the day before when they'd left to kill Voldemort. "In the Gryffindor commons I suppose. But I don't doubt that he isn't fit to talk coherently at the moment." Ron had a nasty habit o getting wasted when bad things happened. Finding his sister unconscious and naked in the dungeons of the Dark Lord just happened to fall under that category. He sighed again. "As for Hermione, I think she headed home earlier than everyone else, her brother was sick." He rested his head in his hands memories of the past two days flashing through his head. "She was lucky…"
The nurse didn't seem to hear the last portion of Harry's comment and nodded slowly. "Um… well, about Ginny… there is a…well, I guess you'd call it a complication-" Harry's head raised from his hands quickly and she rushed to clarify, "Well, not a complication per say, more of a situation."
He frowned. "Well, what is it?"
Annabelle blushed and coughed." She's well…she's pregnant."
Harry blinked at her a few times, then fell out of his seat in a dead faint.
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East Sussex just east of Ashdown Forest in Crowborough
Hermione Granger held her four-year-old brother's hand tightly as the crossed the street in Crowborough. The sun had set over the Ashdown forest as they made their way back home to dinner.
"Mia?" said her little brother Haven.
She looked down at him and smiled. She'd had to take her finals early to come home because of his sickness. No one was exactly sure what he'd come down with, but he had gone into a sort of coma and had come out with a high fever and nausea. He'd come too about a week ago and she was taking him out for some air. "What is it?"
"Is today a holiday?" She noticed he wasn't looking at her, but his blonde head was turned towards the direction of their neighborhood. His blue eyes reflected flashing lights, red, blue and a steady green.
"No love, why?"
"Because someone is setting of fireworks. Look." He pointed towards the lights and she looked and her heart stopped.
They weren't fireworks, but the flashing lights of ambulances heading towards the steady green light of the dark mark that hung above their neighborhood. For a moment, she could only stare at the ugly green skull hovering above the neighborhood.
"Mia?" Haven tugging on her skirt brought her back to earth and she looked down at him silently. "What's-a-matter?" He said peering up at her curiously.
She didn't say anything, but scooped him into her arms and pelted down the street as fast as her legs would carry her.
She arrived at the gate of the community and stopped at the gate house. "Ernie!" She gasped at the gate keeper. "Ernie! What house was it, what house??" Her eyes were wild and her braid had come undone with her sprint so that her hair hung about her shoulders in a wild array of curls.
The middle aged gate keeper just looked at her sadly and shook his head. "I'm sorry Miss." He said. "I don't know 'ow 'e got in…"
She pressed her hand to her mouth to cover a silent scream and dashed through the gate at top speed.
She passed three large mansions belonging to a doctor, a tennis player, and a lawyer, then came to a large white house with blue shutters, the lawn was tapped off with the yellow tape that police officers use to isolate a crime scene. There were four ambulances and five police cars, sirens wailing and lights flashing. Three officers came up to her to hold her back, and she just looked at them hopelessly.
Then a large white sheepdog streaked out of the house and ran to her. Haven scrambled down from her arms and threw his arms around the dog's neck giggling. "'Ello Gwydion!"
The dog whimpered and pulled gently at his shirt with his teeth. "Mia! He wants us to follow him!" Haven said with a smile. The dog took off and Haven went after him before the ppolice officers could snatch him up.
Hermione's eyes widened and she sprinted after him. "Haven! Don't go in there!" But the dog slipped inside the open front door and Haven went in after him.
Hermione stood still in the center of the lawn just waiting for something to happen. Time seemed to stand still.
Then a child's scream rent the air. "Momma!"
Hermione raced into the house and into the living room to see what she knew she'd see.
Her parents lay dead and bleeding in the center of the white carpet, no longer pristine, but bloody and dirty. The coffee table had been smashed to pieces ad the glass from the tabletop lay everywhere. In the center of the ruined table lay the doctor that had been visiting to check up on Haven. The nurse that had come with him lay flung across the couch a dagger protruding form her chest.
Hermione's hand went shaking to her mouth and her eyes scanned the room for Haven. He was sobbing over their mother.
"Wake up momma! Wake up!" His shaggy blonde head looked up and his eyes focused on her. "Mia, she won't wake up, why won't she wake up?" he ran to her and threw himself in her arms. "Why?!"
Hermione only hugged him to her stomach and sobbed along with him. Soon her tears stopped and she comforted Haven.
"Excuse me miss?" Said a voice near her side. It was an investigator and a police officer stood by his side. "We'd like to ask you a few questions." He made a gesture towards the dinning room. The sliding doors stood open and she could see paperwork spread over the table top where she'd eaten Christmas dinner for all her seventeen years of life, where she'd sat with her mother making arts and crafts when she was younger… why were they doing this?
The man spoke again. "Miss, there are a few questions we have for you."
Hermione's gaze slid to him and she wondered if she should say that she knew who did it. She knew who killed her parents. The words were on the tip of her toung when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning she saw two of her professors standing there clad in muggle clothes.
Severus Snape stood near the living room door clothed completely in black, slacks, shirt and coat. Minerva McGonagall stood near the door in a conservative business suit. And just behind Hermione stood Albus Dumbledore in a gray suit that fit him well. She could see the shimmering of a glamour around him that hid the length of his hair and beard. "I'm sorry," he said to the investigator, "Miss Granger isn't feeling too well, she'll have to answer your questions later." He pushed her gently towards Minerva who opened her arms and hugged Hermione and her brother tightly. She never saw him stun and obliviate the people in the house save the professors and himself, and she never saw how he cleaned up the site in a matter of minutes. He had reason to be the only wizard Voldemort ever feared.
"They're gone…" Hermione whispered bewildered. "My parents…they…the death eaters…" She looked up at Minerva. "Why?"
The older woman sighed and shook her head. "They didn't know about our attack today so they must have been out on this mission when Harry killed Voldemort. I'm so sorry Hermione."
Dazed, Hermione looked towards the living room and saw Snape standing just inside the living room door with his head in his hands. He stood at her mother's head as he raised his wand and with a flick and a wave cleaned up the room and the bodies. Aurors were swarming the scene and were looking grim, but oddly content. Hermione turned her head away from the scene.
"Harry killed Voldemort?" She asked softly. She blinked rapidly trying to clear her suddenly foggy vision. "When?"
But Minerva did not answer right away. "Severus, she's going to faint!" She tried to snatch Haven form Hermione's arms, but he wouldn't let go of her.
Hermione blinked again. "When did Harry kill him?" She asked again.
Minerva stood in front o her and Severus stood behind ready to catch her if she fell. "Earlier today." She said carefully.
Hermione blinked once, twice, three times, then her eyes rolled back and she slumped against professor Snape.
"Well, she took that like a true woman." He said.
Minerva only glared at him.
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A/N: Well…there's the second chapter… review if you think it's worth saying something about.