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0Harry0 - alternate 'evil' Harry
Dimensions - Chapter 8
Harry awoke, slowly at first, wondering what had woken him. The roof had decided to sprout another leak. Harry looked through the hole. It was still dark outside. The only light Harry was about an inch of candle, that flickered threateningly whenever a draft blew through the hut.
Wringing out his now wet shirt, from where the water had come through the roof. The ropes that had tied his wrists had come loose enough while Sirius was having 'fun' and had slipped off while he slept. Harry very slowly sat up. It seemed that he had a couple of broken bones. However, Harry was spurned on by a deep desire not to see again that 'man' who was quickly destroying all of the pleasant memories and emotions Harry had once had towards his Godfather.
Harry pulled himself along the wall to the door. It was locked tightly - probably magically. The window was just as impossible a barrier. His fingers became sore as he tugged uselessly at the board securely nailed to the window frame.
Feeling defeated, Harry sat down again on the bed. A spring was poking out of the mattress. The only possible advantage Harry could possibly see that he had was the large, new hole in the roof.
He again stood up, this time on the bed. He could just reach out the top, but the hole was too small to fit more than an arm through. A muffled hooting came from what Harry assumed was a tree nearby - an owl!
Ripping a large chunk off of his shirt harry rubbed one of his multiple cuts along the piece of material - staining it a deep crimson. If he could get that owl to take this to a member of the order.they would be able to trace his location using the blood.
He quietly whistled - poking his arm out of the hole for the owl to land on. He prayed that it was tame enough to deliver the letters. The owl became silent. Harry silently prayed.
After several moments, Harry felt talons dig into his arm as the owl landed. He sighed in relief.
"Hi sweetie." He said softly "I need you to take this to Hogwarts. Give it to Dumbledore." The owl hooted and took off, the material dangling from it's beak.
Exhausted from the exertion of standing for so long, Harry fell down onto the bed. He wrenched the sharp spring from the mattress and held it tightly in defence, ready to use it to scratch anyone that touched him. Just before his eyes slipped closed, Harry slid his arms into the loose ropes.
**James POV**
James, Lily, Snape and Dumbledore sat in his office, watching the fireplace intently for any incoming intelligence from the other order members. The group had split up that evening with a definite chord of distrust. The only people who Dumbledore trusted unquestioningly in the care of 'Dudley' were sitting in the office with him.
It was not unknown in the order for members to do what they thought was 'right' without consulting Dumbledore. Even if there was not a spy in their midst there was every chance someone had believed Harry too much of a risk, and helped get him out of the way.
"I thing we should get the werewolf in here. he had more motivation than anyone else to get rid of the brat." Snape said.
Sleep deprivation and stress was starting to take it's toll on them all, James noted as he looked around the room. Out of the four of them, Snape was being the most vindictive - but that was normal for him.
"Leave Remus out of this. He would never give any information to the deatheaters after what they did to him!"
"Where is he then? Why isn't he being forced to join in this vigil of the fireplace?" Snape said icily.
"He's on patrol! As you well know!" James spat back - loosing his patience with the man completely.
"shut up!" Lily shouted, uncharacteristically.
James flung his arms around her shoulders. They were both reliving the experience of 0Harry0 being snatched by Sirius all those years ago. The stress was almost more than they could take.
"I'm sorry love." He whispered.
The fireplace flared to life. Moody's head appeared. "Nobody's heard any rumours in Diagon Alley Albus. I'll keep looking and asking around of course."
"Thank you Alastor." Dumbledore said quietly as the grizzled face vanished.
Lamely, Dumbledore offered some sherbert lemons around. James took one. He just couldn't find the energy to say no. Lily shook her head and continued looking into the fireplace. Snape shot Dumbledore his classic 'I'm a big scary potions master - don't mess with me glare' by way of an answer.
There was a quiet hooting as an owl flew through the window. A handsome tawny owl. The four looked up as it circled the room a few times and dropped a wet, red rag onto the desk infront of Dumbledore, before flying out of the tower again.
James furrowed his brow as the aged headmaster lifted the cloth and examined it. Suddenly his curious gaze became intense. It caused James to have a mental image of a lightbulb appearing above the man's head and glowing brightly, like in a muggle cartoon.
"What is it?" Lily asked
"A school shirt."
"Is that blood?" James asked comprehension dawning.
"Yes."
"You think Harry sent it to us to we could find him?" Lily asked hopefully
As Albus made to answer Snape cut across him "It's probably a trap."
"Yes I do."
"For that much blood to be on the shirt he must be bleeding quite badly." James said, trying not to think about the consequenced of that.
"If the shirt was wet already it would make it look like there was more blood than there actually is." Lily added, the hope not dying from her eyes.
A little louder Snape repeated himself "It's probably a trap."
Dumbledore nodded. "It could be. Severus, I need you to summon as many able fighters as you can. We need to go tonight before they have the chance to get really prepared for us."
"Lily, go and prepare the hospital wing. We don't know what state he'll be in when we find him."
James felt hope surge through him as Dumbledore took control of the situation. "James, I want you to cast the finding spell as you have a closer connection with him."
"Are you definitely sure it is Harry's blood?" James asked. This could be just a trick of Sirius's to toy with him.
"There's only one way to find out" Dumbledore said calmly and handed James a map.
James pointed his wand at the damp fabric and began an incantation. A tiny glowing golden ball appeared suspended in midair. James pointed to the map. The ball approached it. As it got closer the map changed to cover a smaller and smaller area, until the page comprised of a village, named Seapoint. The map zoomed in even more.
A large manor took up most of the page, but in the grounds was a small hut/shed thing. The golden ball came to rest there.
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go. This manner is likely to be heavily warded. I'll disable them long enough for you to get him out. It is fortunate indeed that Harry contacted us rather than escaping himself, it is likely that anyone that tried to sneak out unseen would be severely wounded by any protection wards around the grounds."
James and Dumbledore marched down to the edge of the grounds where about 10 others were assembled.
As one they disapperated.
**Harry POV**
A branch outside the hut snapped. In the quiet of the night it sounded very loud. Harry's eyes opened again. He listened intently. His fist closed on the spring tight in his fist. He wasn't going to lie quietly and allow anyone to hurt him further.
The lock on the door clicked open. Harry decided to give himself the advantage by pretending to be asleep. Whoever came in would think they had caught him unawares. Not that he would be able to protect himself. Broken bones, painful muscles and a rusty spring as a weapon.
Three sets of footsteps approached him. Hands grabbed him and turned him over. Harry took the opportunity to swing the fist with the sharp spring to the face of his tormentor.
They made a noise of surprise but caught his wrist easily.
Harry opened his eyes. His father! "Dad?" Harry croaked.
"Yeah. I'm here." Remus and Peter flanked him. Harry nodded to each of them.
"Can you walk? We have to get out of here fast." Peter asked
"I don't think so. I've limped around here a bit but."
**James POV**
James nodded and lifted Harry from the bed. James, Remus and Peter broke into a run as they left the hut and left the grounds.
Once they were clear of the grounds, the Dumbledore and the others stopped chanting and the wards returned to place. It started to rain again. James held the teenager close. Dumbledore wrapped his cloak around Harry and they portkeyed out.
James landed directly in the hospital wing. Lily came running over "Is he dead "
"I'm ok." Harry whispered
James laid him down on a bed and Lily began examining him immediately. Harry was in a right state. He was shaking - obviously had been the victim of pain curses and potions. He had some nasty cuts along his body, and damage that had clearly been caused by a blunt weapon of some kind.
Lily had a tear running down her face as she handed Harry a goblet of sleeping potion. James himself felt like crying. He hated it when innocents got caught in the crossfire. Especially a child.
"James, go to bed. I have work to do." Lily said quietly "you're exhausted"
James nodded and left the wing, noticing the sky turning grey as the sun began to rise.
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0Harry0 - alternate 'evil' Harry
Dimensions - Chapter 8
Harry awoke, slowly at first, wondering what had woken him. The roof had decided to sprout another leak. Harry looked through the hole. It was still dark outside. The only light Harry was about an inch of candle, that flickered threateningly whenever a draft blew through the hut.
Wringing out his now wet shirt, from where the water had come through the roof. The ropes that had tied his wrists had come loose enough while Sirius was having 'fun' and had slipped off while he slept. Harry very slowly sat up. It seemed that he had a couple of broken bones. However, Harry was spurned on by a deep desire not to see again that 'man' who was quickly destroying all of the pleasant memories and emotions Harry had once had towards his Godfather.
Harry pulled himself along the wall to the door. It was locked tightly - probably magically. The window was just as impossible a barrier. His fingers became sore as he tugged uselessly at the board securely nailed to the window frame.
Feeling defeated, Harry sat down again on the bed. A spring was poking out of the mattress. The only possible advantage Harry could possibly see that he had was the large, new hole in the roof.
He again stood up, this time on the bed. He could just reach out the top, but the hole was too small to fit more than an arm through. A muffled hooting came from what Harry assumed was a tree nearby - an owl!
Ripping a large chunk off of his shirt harry rubbed one of his multiple cuts along the piece of material - staining it a deep crimson. If he could get that owl to take this to a member of the order.they would be able to trace his location using the blood.
He quietly whistled - poking his arm out of the hole for the owl to land on. He prayed that it was tame enough to deliver the letters. The owl became silent. Harry silently prayed.
After several moments, Harry felt talons dig into his arm as the owl landed. He sighed in relief.
"Hi sweetie." He said softly "I need you to take this to Hogwarts. Give it to Dumbledore." The owl hooted and took off, the material dangling from it's beak.
Exhausted from the exertion of standing for so long, Harry fell down onto the bed. He wrenched the sharp spring from the mattress and held it tightly in defence, ready to use it to scratch anyone that touched him. Just before his eyes slipped closed, Harry slid his arms into the loose ropes.
**James POV**
James, Lily, Snape and Dumbledore sat in his office, watching the fireplace intently for any incoming intelligence from the other order members. The group had split up that evening with a definite chord of distrust. The only people who Dumbledore trusted unquestioningly in the care of 'Dudley' were sitting in the office with him.
It was not unknown in the order for members to do what they thought was 'right' without consulting Dumbledore. Even if there was not a spy in their midst there was every chance someone had believed Harry too much of a risk, and helped get him out of the way.
"I thing we should get the werewolf in here. he had more motivation than anyone else to get rid of the brat." Snape said.
Sleep deprivation and stress was starting to take it's toll on them all, James noted as he looked around the room. Out of the four of them, Snape was being the most vindictive - but that was normal for him.
"Leave Remus out of this. He would never give any information to the deatheaters after what they did to him!"
"Where is he then? Why isn't he being forced to join in this vigil of the fireplace?" Snape said icily.
"He's on patrol! As you well know!" James spat back - loosing his patience with the man completely.
"shut up!" Lily shouted, uncharacteristically.
James flung his arms around her shoulders. They were both reliving the experience of 0Harry0 being snatched by Sirius all those years ago. The stress was almost more than they could take.
"I'm sorry love." He whispered.
The fireplace flared to life. Moody's head appeared. "Nobody's heard any rumours in Diagon Alley Albus. I'll keep looking and asking around of course."
"Thank you Alastor." Dumbledore said quietly as the grizzled face vanished.
Lamely, Dumbledore offered some sherbert lemons around. James took one. He just couldn't find the energy to say no. Lily shook her head and continued looking into the fireplace. Snape shot Dumbledore his classic 'I'm a big scary potions master - don't mess with me glare' by way of an answer.
There was a quiet hooting as an owl flew through the window. A handsome tawny owl. The four looked up as it circled the room a few times and dropped a wet, red rag onto the desk infront of Dumbledore, before flying out of the tower again.
James furrowed his brow as the aged headmaster lifted the cloth and examined it. Suddenly his curious gaze became intense. It caused James to have a mental image of a lightbulb appearing above the man's head and glowing brightly, like in a muggle cartoon.
"What is it?" Lily asked
"A school shirt."
"Is that blood?" James asked comprehension dawning.
"Yes."
"You think Harry sent it to us to we could find him?" Lily asked hopefully
As Albus made to answer Snape cut across him "It's probably a trap."
"Yes I do."
"For that much blood to be on the shirt he must be bleeding quite badly." James said, trying not to think about the consequenced of that.
"If the shirt was wet already it would make it look like there was more blood than there actually is." Lily added, the hope not dying from her eyes.
A little louder Snape repeated himself "It's probably a trap."
Dumbledore nodded. "It could be. Severus, I need you to summon as many able fighters as you can. We need to go tonight before they have the chance to get really prepared for us."
"Lily, go and prepare the hospital wing. We don't know what state he'll be in when we find him."
James felt hope surge through him as Dumbledore took control of the situation. "James, I want you to cast the finding spell as you have a closer connection with him."
"Are you definitely sure it is Harry's blood?" James asked. This could be just a trick of Sirius's to toy with him.
"There's only one way to find out" Dumbledore said calmly and handed James a map.
James pointed his wand at the damp fabric and began an incantation. A tiny glowing golden ball appeared suspended in midair. James pointed to the map. The ball approached it. As it got closer the map changed to cover a smaller and smaller area, until the page comprised of a village, named Seapoint. The map zoomed in even more.
A large manor took up most of the page, but in the grounds was a small hut/shed thing. The golden ball came to rest there.
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go. This manner is likely to be heavily warded. I'll disable them long enough for you to get him out. It is fortunate indeed that Harry contacted us rather than escaping himself, it is likely that anyone that tried to sneak out unseen would be severely wounded by any protection wards around the grounds."
James and Dumbledore marched down to the edge of the grounds where about 10 others were assembled.
As one they disapperated.
**Harry POV**
A branch outside the hut snapped. In the quiet of the night it sounded very loud. Harry's eyes opened again. He listened intently. His fist closed on the spring tight in his fist. He wasn't going to lie quietly and allow anyone to hurt him further.
The lock on the door clicked open. Harry decided to give himself the advantage by pretending to be asleep. Whoever came in would think they had caught him unawares. Not that he would be able to protect himself. Broken bones, painful muscles and a rusty spring as a weapon.
Three sets of footsteps approached him. Hands grabbed him and turned him over. Harry took the opportunity to swing the fist with the sharp spring to the face of his tormentor.
They made a noise of surprise but caught his wrist easily.
Harry opened his eyes. His father! "Dad?" Harry croaked.
"Yeah. I'm here." Remus and Peter flanked him. Harry nodded to each of them.
"Can you walk? We have to get out of here fast." Peter asked
"I don't think so. I've limped around here a bit but."
**James POV**
James nodded and lifted Harry from the bed. James, Remus and Peter broke into a run as they left the hut and left the grounds.
Once they were clear of the grounds, the Dumbledore and the others stopped chanting and the wards returned to place. It started to rain again. James held the teenager close. Dumbledore wrapped his cloak around Harry and they portkeyed out.
James landed directly in the hospital wing. Lily came running over "Is he dead "
"I'm ok." Harry whispered
James laid him down on a bed and Lily began examining him immediately. Harry was in a right state. He was shaking - obviously had been the victim of pain curses and potions. He had some nasty cuts along his body, and damage that had clearly been caused by a blunt weapon of some kind.
Lily had a tear running down her face as she handed Harry a goblet of sleeping potion. James himself felt like crying. He hated it when innocents got caught in the crossfire. Especially a child.
"James, go to bed. I have work to do." Lily said quietly "you're exhausted"
James nodded and left the wing, noticing the sky turning grey as the sun began to rise.