THE LAST OF THE LINE
By: Savage Amazon
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue
Chapter 5:Meeting a new face
A few days passed by and Harry had started to talk a little. He never revealed anything about himself, but would talk a little with the family that was looking after him. They were really nice people and helped him a lot. He was still eating only soup. Mr. Granger, who he met the day after he woke up, sinse he was at work during that time, had told him that it would take quite a while to get his stomach to eat solid foods, let alone a normal amount, considering his weight.
He spent most of his waking moments reading the books in the library or talking to their daughter, Hermione, who he found out was quite smart and could talk to her about serious things that most teenagers his age wouldn't understand, thanks to her maturity.
He was slowly regaining his health. His fever was slowly, but surely going down and his bruises were disappearing. His broken bones would take a lot of time to heal, but it didn't really matter. He spent a lot of time resting, he was very tired and sick, after all.
He was still bed ridden, but Mrs. Granger had let Hermione take him outside a few times to breath a little fresh air, he really appreciated it.
Hedwig was always by his side, constantly reminding him that he wasn't alone.
His nightmares were always there and the Grangers had tried to get him to talk about them. They thought it might help him talking about it, but he knew he couldn't tell them. No one was supposed to know who he was, therefore he couldn't tell them what happened to him and happened in his dreams.
After getting to know the Grangers well he decided that they weren't really dangerous and that Hermione was in fact, a Muggleborn. He had decided to confront her and see if she wanted to learn a few things, so that she could control her powers.
So one day he got the courage and when she walked in to spent some time keeping him company he turned to her and started asking: "Has it ever happened to you that when you're upset or angry something weird, unexplainable happens?"
She looked startled by the question. She reflected on it and then, blushing, she nodded.
He continued.
"Have you ever wondered how these things happened?"
Again she nodded.
"I can tell you how it happens, but I'm afraid that you'd freak out or something, so I want you to promise me not to scream or anything, O.K.?"
She looked at him questioningly and then nodded.
He took a deep breath, let it out, raised his arm and conjured a small flame on the palm of his hand.
She gasped in surprise and looked at him.
"How did you do that?"
He looked at her, a small smile on his lips and said: "Magic!"
She looked at him suspiciously and said: "And you think I can do that? All wizards come from a long line of wizarding families, as you can see my family isn't magical!"
"Not all wizards come from Wizarding families. Some come from completely Muggle families and are called Muggleborn. My mother was one."
"How is that possible?"
"Wizards and witches are born with magic in them, sometimes they absorb some of the magic powers and talents from their parents, however it can happen that a person is naturally born with these powers and sometimes these people, Muggle-borns, might even be more powerful then normal wizards and witches. I can sense your magical aura and believe me, you are quite the strong witch!"
She blushed and said: "So, I'm what you call a Muggleborn?"
"Yes!"
"Are they rare?"
"Not really, but they're not a lot. Half-bloods are quite common though."
"Half-bloods?"
"Yeah, you know, wizards that come from one magical parent and one muggle parent, or like me, my father was a full blooded wizard, while my mother was Muggleborn."
"So your saying that I can do what you just did?"
"With time and practice; yes, you could. If you'd like, I can help you learn. Magic needs to be trained or it might eat you up from the inside. You have to use it every once in a while too, or it'll try and force itself out, and it might cause damage. For example, it might cause something to blow up."
"If you wouldn't mind teaching me, I would love to learn!" She exclaimed, half scared of what might happened if she didn't learn to control it and half excited to learn something new.
He smiled at her and proceeded to teach her small things.
They spent another few days practicing magic and having some nice chats about books they read and so on, until one day it happened.
He had been careless.
When they were outside she would ask him to show her some more powerful magic and he did. She would try to imitate him in doing so and sometimes succeed. But he didn't count on people to recognise his magical signature.
He had been allowed to get up and eat at the dinner table with the Grangers, like one happy family. Something he forgot how it felt, and it felt good to be wanted.
At the Dursleys he was forced to eat standing up, on the floor or in his cupboard. He wasn't allowed near the dining table unless it was to set up, give them their food, or clean it up.
Now he was sitting down at their dinner table, having a nicely done roast chicken and green salad. He was quite enjoying himself.
That was, until he felt something inside him, warning him of upcoming danger.
He stood up abruptly, everyone looked at him worried. He looked at them with an expression akin to panic and he said: " Everyone, get out!"
They looked at him strangely. Mr. Granger was the one to ask their questions: "What's going on?"
"I don't know, but I know something's going to happen! Please get out!"
They looked at his terrified expression and got up heading for the back door, just in case.
That was, until it blew open and Mr. Granger, who was leading them, got sent to the floor with the door slamming on him.
Ms. Granger and Hermione screamed and covered their faces from flying peices of wood and other debris.
When the dust finally cleared, Mr. Granger managed to bring himself to his feet and they all stared at the door.
They heard the front door blast open too at the other side of the house.
From the back door, or what was left of it, came in view a group of masked men wearing robes.
Upon seeing them, Harry felt something that overwhelmed panic inside him and looked at the family that he had just involved in his fight.
He cursed himself for being so stupid. He had promised himself not t get too close to other people for fear of what would happen to them and now, this family was in this mass all because of him, and they would probably end up dead.
The Death Eaters that came in from the front door split up, some searching the house for anybody else who was missing or hiding, others instead blocked all the exits and encircled them.
One of the Death Eaters stepped forward and walked up to Harry, who was slowly backing up on the wall, too afraid to do or say anything.
All that was running through his head were the memories from that night, the night where he and Ms. Figg had lost everything.
Once he hit the wall, he tried to make himself as small as he could.
The Death Eater came face to face with the trembling boy who was staring frightened at the floor, trying not to make eye contact.
Everyone was staring at the scene before them, the Grangers wondering what was going on, the Death Eaters hoping they had finally found who they were looking for.
The Death Eater who was right up to Harry grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to stare at him in the face.
Harry saw a pair of pure black eyes full of hate and glee staring at him.
The man reached his other hand up and pulled his mask off and hood down.
Under that hood stood a man with a crooked hooked nose, greasy black hair and oily skin. He would have been disgusted if it wasn't for the fact that he was too terrified to do anything.
The man sneered, pulled his hands in his shirt and pulled out the medallion his mother had given him before dying. Harry quickly tried to pull his hands off the last thing he had of his mother. The man after examining it let it go and laughed.
"Well, well, well. After all these years, we have finally managed to trek you down!" I wonder how you managed to hide for so long. But, you probably don't remember me, do you Potter?"
Harry looked frightened at him, but didn't utter a word.
"I have to say, for as much as I hated your father, he really did look beautiful. After all you took after him in looks. I think that maybe, once the Dark Lord sees you, he might not want to kill you after all. He might want to keep you. I would!" He said, and he pressed himself against the boy.
Harry let out a strangled and startled noise and tried to wiggle out of the man's grip.
The man backhanded him and he stayed still, afraid of another blow.
"Take your hands off of him this moment!" Mr. Granger nearly yelled, outraged.
Harry was only a kid, and this man was telling him that he'd do something as disgusting as touch him in a way that someone his age shouldn't be, and then the man goes as far as to hit him!
The Death Eater turned around and sneered at the man. "Shut up you Muggle! You haven't the right or the power to get involved!"
Mr. Granger looked outraged and with courage he didn't know he possessed said: "I have all the right to! He's only a boy! What could you possibly want from him?"
"You mean you don't know? You take someone in your house not even knowing who he is or what he is? What a stupid thing to do! Figures that Muggles would be so stupid." He sneered again.
"This boy is the last of the Potter clan that the Dark Lord exterminated 10 years ago. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about!" He said looking at them.
They paled and looked at him, Harry was looking at the ground.
"I feel sorry that you will die for your stupidity, but you really deserve it." He turned to the other Death Eaters and said: "Kill them!"
Those words struck Harry hard.
He remembered a voice very similar to the man's saying the same thing about his mother. He looked up in shock and whispered: "You killed her!"
The man looked at him and while smiling cruelly said: "Are you referring to your mother? Yes, I did. Too bad, she was quite pretty, but she would have died in any case, I just made it quicker, maybe not less painful, but quicker."
He looked at the man with outraged anger.
Him, he was the one who'd killed his mother. He was the one that made him hear that high pitched scream every night.
He felt something inside him, something akin to rage. Before he knew what was going on, he threw his arms out and something like to a gust of wind came from his palm and shot the Death Eater against the opposite wall.
Knowing that he had to save the people he involved he turned to the Death Eaters, closed his eyes concentrating and with all his power, made a magical explosion.
The Death Eaters went flying and stopping only when they hit something, like the wall or something.
Not stopping to think he grabbed Mrs. Grangers hand and dragged her to the now nonexistent back door yelling to the other two to follow him and to hurry.
They ran outside, where they found more Death Eaters keeping guard.
Harry concentrated and started to throw hexes at them, avoiding some sent to him, while he kept a shield over the Grangers.
Hermione was following suit, shooting the few hexes she managed to learn from Harry in these few days.
They kept on running in the woods, Death Eaters at their tails.
This scene brought so many memories to Harry that he wished he could forget. He was having a hard time concentrating while trying to suppress the unwanted memories, but it wasn't easy and soon he lost concentration on the shield.
A particular strong curse destroyed the shield and they fell to the ground from the force of the hit.
Getting up, curses were flying at them, and soon enough a strong spell hit Mr and Ms Granger simultaneously. They fell to the ground screaming.
Harry felt his blood freeze. 'This isn't happening!' Was all that ran through his head.
The Grangers were badly injured and the Death Eaters were catching up on them.
Harry bent to the ground and tried to help them up.
Mr. Granger pushed him away and said to him: "We're injured and we're old, we'd just slow you down, take our daughter and go."
"No, I'm not leaving you!" Harry said. Hermione was frozen to the spot, too shocked and scared to do anything.
"You have to, otherwise we're all going to die! At least save yourselves. We'll keep them occupied and give you time to run!"
Harry looked ready to argue, but Ms. Granger said: "Please, I'm not afraid of dying, but I would be terribly upset in the after life if you two died because we slowed you down."
This time it was Hermione, who knocked herself out of her shock, that was about to say something, but Ms. Granger beat her to it.
"You don't have much time! Go!"
Hermione looked at them with tear filled eyes as Harry turned his back on them, grabbed Hermione's hand and started to drag her away.
They ran and ran, not even stopping when they heard screams behind them or when Hedwig popped out of nowhere and followed them. They ran and ran for hours.
They soon got out of the forest and headed for the city that was in front of them.
They hid in a house ready to be demolished, and rested. They didn't have any money, his bag was at the Grangers home and he didn't want to go back there.
They had been quiet for a while, until Hermione said: "What's going on? Why were they looking for you?"
Harry looked at her, eyes filled with such pain it nearly broke her heart.
He took a shuddering breath and told her everything.
"When I was five, my clan, The Potter clan, got attacked by Death Eaters. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, was afraid that we might overthrow him. You see, my clan was very important and well known, not only thanks to our ancient line of wizards or world wide spread contacts, but also from our powers. We were a very powerful clan and He saw us as a threat. I saw my clan exterminated that night. My mother died in front of me, just like your parents. Ms. Figg, our house keeper, took me to my mother's Muggle sister and stayed to watch over me. She did, and I lived there for the last ten years, until something happened and I had to run away."
She looked up at his tear stained face and said: "What happened?"
He looked at her, he didn't want anyone to know, but he owed her this much. After all, he just ruined her life and got her parents killed.
"I think you know by now that my relatives didn't treat me that well." He said, and she nodded.
"I passed out during P.E. and the nurse called my relatives to tell them about my eating disorder. They weren't so happy, so when they took me home. You can imagine what happened. I couldn't stand it anymore and, unwillingly, I set the house on fire. I didn't mean to do it. My uncle was livid and locked me in my cupboard while he ran to safety. Ms. Figg came and saved me, but died in an explosion. I ran as far away as possible from there, afraid of my uncle and ended up here."
They were silent for a second, then Hermione asked: "What was that necklace that you're wearing? Why would they look for you? You're just a boy, you're not a threat to them!"
He looked up at her and stared at her for a moment then started to explain: "This pendent is an heirloom passed down from generation to generation through my family. The reason why they're looking for me is because I'm the Last of the Potter line and because I was their Heir.
"In every generation there is one child who is chosen to run the village. That child is chosen because of the power they hold and for the future they might have. The current heir can sense which child will take his place and he knows what the child will be capable of. Only the most powerful child is chosen."
"But, you were only a child, how could they possibly know how powerful you'd be?"
"We hold the same magical powers as we do when we are born, it's just a matter of training it. When we're children our powers are raw and harder to control, which makes them easier to sense. It isn't that hard to know or sense one's magical aura. So I was chosen to be their Heir from birth."
She looked at him in awe.
They went on discussing things for a while, trying not to think of the recent events of the night before.
The next day they left the town and started a long journey to go some place far and safe for them.
After four days of walking they found a nice place to rest in a small unkept field and went to sleep.
They weren't aware of the presence of another person near them. Said man wore ruined and shabby robes, had brown hair mixed with white and had amber almost wolfish eyes.
This man sighed in relief upon seeing them and said to himself: "I found them!"
AN: I know, I said I'd update quite fast and then it's a few months late. I had a fieldtrip to France for school. It's an exchange student program where we go to some French kid's house for a week and go to school with them, then they come over to us. After that was the end of school and all hell brakes loose for everyone who needs to bring their grades up. I managed to get my diploma with a 3.5 average and in the end of April I got my driving license (you get it at 18 minimum here and you have to go to a special school, pay lots of money and so on, it isn't a high school subject like in America). After that work picked up and even though it was June it was still snowing here. Now it's tourism season and I work at my parents hotel, so I'm pretty busy. i also managed to lose my disk with the story so I had to download it from the internet and so on.
I wanted to type this chapter yesterday, but I was afraid of going inside for fear of the aftershock. We had an earthquake that expended over a 40 km range and it was quite strong. No one was hurt though so we're all fine.
Thanks to my reviewers: GregTheGrimReaper, NL Kaos, Red Venom (love the name), Katie101, IttyBittyEvilRingOfDoom, Harrie, DevilaireMShadi, Rina-Riku and Gato-sama.
Hopefully the next chapter won't be so long !