A/N: Hey PadfootObssesed329, funny thing... I used March 29th because it's also my birthday. Oh, and I'll just tell you guys this even though I rather doubt you'll believe me... I'M MEETING DANIEL RADCLIFFE!!!
Next chapter you won't want to miss. Trust me.
Chapter 4
Darkness Returns
Time passed quickly and little Hailey grew up. Both she and little Harry were delighted to have 'Uncle Ron' taking care of them. The older ones took advantage of this and they could now all go to the Order of the Phoenix meetings. Harry didn't understand why they still had these meetings but if it made them happy to go to the meetings, it just meant more time to hang around with the younger ones.
It was almost Harry's birthday, younger and older, but older Harry didn't expect any presents until September 19th, which he had told his parents was his birthday. His life was now completely revolving around his friend's lives. He was using Ron's name and Hermione's birthday. He had to be careful though because Little Harry was going to be going to Hogwarts soon and he would most likely be meeting Ron and Hermione. If Little Harry told James and Lily he had two friends, one whose name was Ron and the other had her birthday on September 19th, the trust would instantly dissolve.
Just a week before July 31st, the Hogwarts letter arrived. Little Harry was delighted that he would be starting to study magic soon as he said muggle-school was very boring. The night he got his letter, Lily made a large dinner celebrating Harry going to Hogwarts. Hailey both admired her brother and was jealous of him. She too wanted to start at Hogwarts but as her mother explained, she was still too young.
Older Harry wasn't as happy as everyone else, though he acted like he was. He went to bed early, claiming he was tired. But when he climbed into bed, he buried his face in his pillow and cried silently, as the world he could have had began to unfold around him.
If only Voldemort hadn't killed his parents. If only Peter hadn't betrayed them. If only the stupid prophecy hadn't been made. Then maybe everything would have been like this. He would have been aware of magic, hung around with Sirius, had a little sister who adored him. But it was something he could never have. Would never have.
Because of Voldemort.
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Not even a week before Little Harry left for Hogwarts, James, Lily and Sirius asked Harry to join them once the younger ones were asleep. They all sat down at the kitchen table with cups of hot chocolate and waited for someone else to start talking.
'Well', said James slowly. 'We've just came back from one of the Order's meetings and we need to talk to you about something.'
Harry could feel the tension build in the room and grew concerned. If they started off with something about the Order then it had to be something about Dark activity.
'You killed Voldemort almost ten years ago', Sirius said. 'But someone seems to think they can bring him back. We're pretty sure it's Wormtail.'
'He's the one who did it last time according to Harry', said Harry.
'Do you remember the spell he told you?'
Harry sighed and pretended to search his mind even though the memory was burning in his mind.
'Bone of the father', he said slowly, 'flesh of the servant and blood of the enemy.'
James nodded.
'You're now considered Voldemort's enemy because you killed him. If they try to use that spell, they'll need your blood.'
Harry unconsciously rubbed the spot where his arm had been cut open last time for the spell. There was no scar to show he had been cut open but Harry still knew where he had been cut. He closed his eyes and shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.
Not again...
'Are you alright Ron?' asked Lily.
Harry leaned back in his chair, not meeting any of their eyes.
'Oh yeah, I'm great thanks even though I just found out I'm number one on the Death Eater's hit list.'
'Ron...'
'Their not going to get my blood', Harry stated before his mother tried to comfort him. 'If Voldemort comes back, he'll come after me, then Harry, then you guys. He won't get my blood.'
Without waiting for an answer, he abandoned his drink and marched upstairs, as quietly as he could so as not to wake the kids. When he got upstairs, it took all of his strength to not scream, kick something, throw something or swear at the top of his lungs. Instead, he climbed into bed with the same resolve to not let the Death Eater's get his blood.
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Little Harry begged his mother and father to let 'Uncle Ron' see him off to Hogwarts and after much arguing, he won. They stayed at a hotel over night and left for Kings Cross Station at ten o'clock. They slipped through the barrier without any muggles noticing and were instantly bombarded by the sound of cat's meowing and owl's hooting. Little Harry's owl, which just happened to be a snowy female named Hedwig, began to hoot and call to the other owls.
'She really likes it here doesn't she Uncle Ron?' said Little Harry. Older Harry nodded and looked around. Everywhere he looked he saw younger versions of his old friends. Neville was walking along the train with his grandmother, gripping his toad Trevor. Two red haired boys went running passed and Harry recognized them as Fred and George. Ron was standing with his mother and his younger sister Ginny by a carriage trying to haul his trunk onto the train. When Harry turned his head he saw a brown, bushy haired girl looking around eagerly. It took all of Harry's strength to not go and say hello to Hermione. He glanced at his watch instead and saw it was ten forty-five.
'Come on Harry. We had better get your stuff on the train.'
He grabbed the trolley they had put the trunk on and pushed it towards the carriage that Ron was loading his things into. He got to the door and began to pull the trolley up the stairs. Little Harry was talking to Ron.
'My name's Harry Potter', he said. 'What's yours?'
'Ron Weasley.'
Harry felt something stir inside of him. His parents may think that he was that Ron, just he had changed his appearance. Or they would know that he'd lied to them, and his name wasn't really Ron.
If they ask I'll just say I changed my appearance so I looked like Harry to fool the Death Eater's.
'Want to sit with me on the train?' asked Ron.
'Sure', said Little Harry enthusiastically. 'I don't know anyone here because I live so far away.'
'Me neither', said Ron. 'I always stayed home until now.'
Harry came back outside and walked over to Lily and James. Little Harry motioned to Harry.
'Hey Ron, my uncle has the same name as you.'
'Wicked.'
Lily smiled.
'Well, you two had better get on the train. It's almost time to leave.'
Ron went over to say goodbye to his mother and sister while Little Harry first kissed his mother and father goodbye, then gave Harry a huge hug.
'I'll write to you all OK?' said Little Harry.
Lily nodded and James smiled. Harry ruffled Little Harry's hair then gave him a gentle push towards the train. Little Harry met up with Ron at the door and they jumped on board. Harry glanced at his watch again. One minute left.
Just as he was looking up to wave goodbye to Little Harry, something hit him in the chest, knocking the wind right out of him. He fell down flat on his back with someone standing on top of him. He looked up to see Wormtail standing on top of him, holding a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.
James and Lily began to rush over to help him but Harry began to shout.
'NO! IT'S WORMTAIL! GO! JUST GO!'
The train whistle sounded and the train began to slowly move away. James and Lily glanced at each other then obeyed Harry and Disappearated off of the platform. Harry punched Wormtail in the jaw and rolled so he was now on top of Wormtail. Before Harry could completely pin him down to the ground, Wormtail grabbed his hair and pulled him off. After Harry fell off, Wormtail didn't let go. Instead, they too, Disappearated off of the platform.
A place Harry had never wanted to see again appeared before his eyes and he struggled even harder to break free, but Wormtail hit on the side of his head with the hilt of the knife. He stopped struggling and had to fight to stay conscious. As he did this, Wormtail was able to pick him up and throw him against a tombstone. Harry realized a second too late what was about to happen and tried to throw himself away from the ropes Wormtail was conjuring. But Wormtail was too quick and had Harry tied to the tombstone in seconds.
As he struggled against his bonds, Harry saw to his left a large bundle of robes. He knew exactly what it was before Wormtail unwrapped it. It was Voldemort's body. But how did Wormtail get it? It had disappeared the next morning after Harry had killed him and he'd assumed his parents had gotten rid of it. But Wormtail must have stolen it. And he must have been at the house looking for Harry, or someone else's blood. For the spell. Harry swore and struggled harder against his bonds.
Wormtail returned with the cauldron and unwrapped Voldemort's body, which was still in its robes. Surprisingly, the body hadn't decayed at all in the last ten years and didn't smell of decay. Wormtail lifted it up and threw it in the cauldron. He then lit a fire underneath the cauldron. When the water was boiling, Wormtail began the spell.
'Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son.'
The ground opened up underneath Harry's feet and he watched the fine dust trickle into the water. The water turned a bright blinding blue. Harry struggled as hard as he could against the seamless ropes, fighting as hard as he could to get away, knowing his part was coming soon. He tried to Disappearate but there was either some spell in the rope keeping him where he was or there was a spell around the place keeping them all inside.
Without turning a hair, Wormtail raised the knife.
'Flesh of the servant, willing given, you will revive your master.'
Harry looked away as Wormtail swung the knife. Wormtail screamed in pain and something fell into the potion. When Harry looked back again, he saw the potion had turned bright red. Wormtail began to walk over to him. Harry gave one last tug and the ropes, surprisingly, broke free. Harry ducked the knife and hit Wormtail with the rope. It cut across his face and hit his stump of a hand. He howled in agony and slashed at Harry with the knife. He sidestepped the knife and swung the rope at Wormtail again. This time it missed him and Wormtail took advantage of being missed. He rushed forward and stabbed Harry in his midsection. Harry gave a cry and fell to the ground. The knife was completely covered in his blood. Wormtail rushed over to the cauldron and held the knife over the potion.
'Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe.'
Wormtail dipped the knife into the potion and it turned into a blinding white. Harry didn't need to stay to know what was going to happen. He focused on home and wished himself there. When he opened his eyes, his parents where rushing over to him. When James saw the knife wound, he gasped.
'What happened?' he asked.
Harry cupped his hand over the knife wound and groaned in pain.
'They took my blood', he whispered. 'Voldemort's back.'