Harry's Pack
Chapter 1: Damn Him!
"Shove over," Rose demanded imperiously, making Harry make room for her on the ground in the park.
It had been 3 days since Harry's first day back, and the two had become pretty well inseparable. Harry had also been reunited with Ellie and Alan Richards, Rose's parents, who had pretty much adopted him as a child.
"Harry, are you sulking?" Rose demanded as he lay on his back with his eyes closed.
"No," Harry laughed, "I wouldn't dare."
The day before, the two had shared their stories about their lives after Rose had moved. Harry had told her everything but the prophecy, including the guilt he felt over the deaths of his parents, Cedric and Sirius.
A chuckle bubbled forth as he remembered Rose's response to that.
!Flashback!
SMACK
"Ow! What the bloody fuckin' hell was that for?" Harry demanded, gingerly touching the now-red cheek.
"For being full of yourself!" Rose said angrily, adding, "And don't you swear at me, Potter!"
"What the he-what do you mean, full of myself?" Harry asked, just saving himself from receiving another smack.
"You are not God, Harry."
"I bloody well know that!" Harry snapped back, earning himself a smack upside the head.
Ignoring her friend's muffled oath, Rose said, "Then you 'bloody well' know that it's not your fault!"
"They died because he wanted me, Ro!"
"But you didn't kill them!" Rose yelled back, "You did not aim the wand or give the order for someone else to do it! You can blame that stupid bastard Voldemort and that Lestrange bitch hell, even that piece of crap Wormtail! No one else Harry!"
"But-"
"No buts!" Rose declared firmly, "They are gone, Harry, and it hurts. But there is nothing you can do that will bring them back. However, you can honor their sacrifices. You need to live, Greeneyes, not function, but live! And then, we need to get rid of Voldemort and then piss on his grave!"
The two laughed for a long time after that.
!Flashback Ends!
"What are you laughing about Greeneyes?" Rose asked curiously, stretching herself out beside him as she closed her own eyes.
"Piss on his grave," he quoted simply, opening his eyes to grin over at her.
Rose giggles, "One of my finer moments."
Harry laughed as he sat up, stretching out his stiff arms. Pulling himself up, he sat in a cross-legged position, running a few pebbles threw his fingers unconsciously. Absently, he stared up at the sky, thinking about his family and friends.
Unbeknownst to him, and the dozing Rose, his fingers began to glow. Slowly, the pebbles morphed from tiny rocks into nickel-sized medallions. As Harry felt the change, he looked down in shock.
Eight silvery medallions now lay in the grass, each with a hole through the top. He picked up the first one, examining both sides. There was a simple lily on one side and the head of a stag on the other- his mum and dad.
The next had the smiling face of a grim-like dog with his tongue lolling out on one side and a werewolf with his head thrown back in a howl-Padfoot and Moony.
The fourth had a Muggle light bulb on one side and a heart-bedecked apron on the other. Harry remained confused for only a moment-Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
The next had a star that blinked and twinkled on one side and a familiar looking cat on the other-Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
The fifth had a moon on one side and a plant of some sort on the other-Luna and Neville.
The sixth was Rose's with, obviously, a rose on one side. The other side, however, was blank, With an impish grin, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, creating a small dragon on the other side.
The seventh was Ron and Hermione-a king chess-piece and a book.
The eighth had a lightning bolt on one side and a cannon ball on the other. Harry sat staring silently at the cannon ball for some time.
He knew who it meant, of course. Ginny Weasley. Ron's little sister. Only female Weasley. The girl who's stolen his heart.
Over the past year, she had been the only one who had treated him like he was normal. Whenever he needed it, and while everyone else was too afraid to, she had smacked him down to size.
An amused smile tugged at his lips as he gazed at her symbol. She was quite a lot like a Muggle cannon ball. Dangerous, if not treated properly, but extremely good to have on your side-not that he thought of her as if she were an object. Heaven knows how he'd have had made it through the last year if it weren't for her.
Tearing up a few blades of grass, Harry wound them together. Laying it out in front of him, he placed the medallions in front of it a reasonable distance away from each other. Closing his eyes, he visualized in his mind what he wanted it to look like.
Reopening them, he gave a triumphant smile. The grass "necklace" had been transfigured into a semi-long, silver link chain. Each medallion was placed on a different link, two links apart.
"Let me see." Rose suddenly demanded, causing him to start.
"Holy crap, Ro!" he grumbled, "I thought you were sleeping!"
"Well, you thought wrong," she returned with a roll of her eyes, "Now, give."
Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement, a smile playing across his lips, but he obediently passed over the necklace. Rose carefully inspected it, quickly and easily deducing what each one, except for the last, meant from Harry's stories and descriptions.
Passing it back, she said simply, "That's cool."
Harry smiled, "Thanks."
As he fastened it around his neck and tucked it safely under his shirt, Ro moved over to the shade, stretching herself out again. Smiling affectionately, Harry walked over and flopped himself lazily down beside her. Closing his eyes, he felt himself drift off.
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Harry was having a vision. He knew it was a vision because Voldemort wasn't aware of him. Which was why Harry was able to make himself a specter-like ghost and separate himself from Voldemort.
"Bring them in." Voldemort hissed, and, in the very back of his mind, Harry could feel that the snake-like man was extremely angry.
Harry terribly wanted to leave, knowing Voldemort was going to bring in prisoners and the horrors that awaited their fate. But he had to stay, to know who they were-to tell their families what had happened to their loved one.
His heart felt like it had almost been wrenched in two as he saw just who exactly Voldemort's prisoners were.
Neville and Luna came first, followed by Ron and Hermione, then Ginny, her head held high in defiance. Their clothes were torn up and bloodstained, and it looked like they each had at least one broken bone. They had to have been captured before today.
They all held themselves defiantly under Voldemort's gaze, but Harry could see their little signs of fear only a friend would notice. Neville's hands trembled slightly unless they remained clenched at his sides. Luna did not have her normal, dreamy look, instead she had that of an everyday person. Ron was running the thumb of one hand over a few of the brain-scars on his wrist. Hermione had the sleeves of her tattered robes pulled up between her thumb and forefinger and she was worrying it between the two. Ginny stood defiantly still with her back ramrod straight, but Harry could see the occasional flashes of fear that would flicker through her eyes.
"Tell me where Potter is." Voldemort demanded in a hiss.
They remained stubbornly silent.
Harry walked over to Neville. Reaching out, he touched one hand to Neville's and one to Luna's, 'though he knew they couldn't see, feel or hear him.
"Hold on," he whispered desperately, "I'll get you out."
Unknown to Harry, the two heard his voice whisper through their heads and could feel his presence their with them. They felt hope.
Voldemort was speaking again, "Should we have some…persuasion, then, to loosen those tongues of yours?"
Desperately, Harry grabbed onto Ron and Hermione's hands, saying, "I'm coming! Don't give up! I'll get you out!"
They, too, could hear his voice in their heads and felt him there beside them. And they, too, felt hope stirring.
Voldemort was beginning to speak again and Harry knew the connection would be broken once the 'persuasion' started. Lunging forward, he took hold of Ginny's hand, speaking fast.
"Don't give in Ginny! I'm on my way! He can't hurt your soul, don't let him! I'm coming, my love, just hold on!" he said, before Voldemort cast the first "Crucio!"
In a desperate, automatic move to help his friend, Harry threw himself in front of the curse, praying that it would work.
It didn't.
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"Harry!" Remus was kneeling over him, shaking the screaming boy in an attempt to wake him from whatever it was that was doing this to him.
Harry's eyes flew open and he sat straight up, causing Remus and Rose to jump backwards out of the way. Harry'' eyes flew wildly about for a moment before finally settling on, and registering to, Remus.
"He's got them!" he yelled at the older man.
"Who's got them Greeneyes?" Rose asked, 'though Remus remained silent.
"V-Voldemort," Harry stuttered, feeling suddenly cold.
"Alright. Now who does he have?" she asked patiently.
"Neville and Luna, and Ron 'n' Mione a-and Ginny," he said, tumbling over his words in his haste to get them out.
He suddenly rounded on Remus, shouting at the werewolf, "Get Dumbledore! We have to tell him!"
Remus sighed wearily, giving a resigned sigh, and steeling himself before saying, "There's no need, Harry. He already knows."
"What?" Harry demanded, emerald eyes filling with a fierce anger.
"They were taken from their homes yesterday, Harry," Remus said softly, eyes downcast, unable to meet with those of the angry teen.
"How could-why did-" Harry demanded in angry incoherence.
He stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep, calming breath. When he next spoke, his voice was icy and calm, 'though his eyes, when he opened them, flashed in anger.
"Does the Order know where they are?" he managed through clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry Harry," he murmured softly with a slight shake of his tawny head.
"What are they doing to find them?"
"I-I'm afraid there's not much we can do. We don't really have the people to spare for a search."
"Are you telling me that no one I looking for them?" Harry demanded, his voice positively glacial.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Remus repeated, not knowing what else to say.
Harry seemed to be struggling violently internally not to lose control. But he seemed to have lost that particular battle.
With an angry, frustrated roar, he slammed his fist down onto the grass. A large crater was left in its place.
"This is total bullshit!" Harry hissed, "They're teenagers! You should have dropped everything to get them-"
He suddenly cut himself off as something occurred to him, demanding, "Their families? Are they alight?"
"No harm was done to their families," Remus assured him.
"Except having someone they love taken away from them to a man who they know will kill and torture that person," Harry snapped scathingly.
"Harry," Remus said softly, "I know you're upset-"
"Upset?" Harry interrupted with a yell, "You can fuckin' bet I'm upset! My best friends-my goddamn fucking family- was taken by that fucked up sadistic bastard! And you didn't even have the fucking decency to tell me!
"I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD!" he roared, "I've face that ugly ass snake more times than anybody else, I think I deserve a little fuckin' credit for that! But instead I'm treated like a child, not even told when my own loved ones are taken.
"They're not dying, Remus, do you hear? OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY! No more! If anyone gets to die, damnit, it's gonna be me and not until after Riddle is dead!
"And you tell Dumbledore," he seemed to sputter with anger a moment before regaining himself, "You tell the great fuckin' Dumbledore that I said it's enough. I was a good boy, a good weapon. But not anymore.
"He fucked up. He fucked up big time! Even more then before. And I'm done, I am so fucking done! It's bad enough he's always putting me at risk, but they aren't me!
"But you let him know Voldemort fucked up even more. Dumbledore let them be put at risk, but Riddle's the one that's hurting them. Riddle's the one who's going to die.
"You tell Dumbledore, that his weapon is going to do his purpose."
Harry stalked away, positively radiating anger as well as raw magic. Rose watched him a moment, before speaking, her voice icy.
"You guys really fucked up with him," she said simply, before walking after, her steps jerky.
Remus watched them for a moment. His mouth gaped open in surprise and he gave a slight start at the thought that the two teens would go looking for Voldemort. However, he relaxed as he saw them both walk into #6, Rose's house.
Dumbledore wasn't going to like this. At all.
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A/N Hello again dears! First off, for all you Dumbledore-haters out there, this fic will not be one of those. I happen to love Dumbledore, I just think he needs a little kick in the ass! Lolz
1st chap. Review thanks to:
clairekp: jeeze, I wish I could have a childhood friend like Rose! Well, I did, but she moved away a while ago and we don't talk anymore. But, as you can tell from this chapter, it will not be HarryRose.
Nalie: thanks for the vote of confidence luv!
2nd chap. Thanks to:
magicslifer: Harry had to have Hagrid explain everything because he'd suppressed all his magic-memories because of the abuse he'd suffered at that Lipsky chicks hands. It's also part of why you never saw any of his real potential-because he was subconsciously afraid he'd get beaten again if he was doing the type of magic he'd done before. Do you get it?
Jorge: lolz thanks
Siarah: thanks luv, and I'm sorry about the language, it gets really toned down after this chapter. The swears and stuff was just Harry's way of letting out anger without hurting anyone…least, that's what I do!
Insanechildfanfic: thanks for the luv!
You guys are all great and I love you lots! I may be able to get chap.4 up sometime Sunday, but please don't get your hopes up. But, I promise, I'll upload like crazy after I come back from camping...well, until I start my job! lolz
And I'm starting two new stories after camping too. One is a travel-back-in-time fic that I am attempting to make original(though I'm not so sure I'm doing such a great job at it) and the other is a Harry-doesn't-grow-up-with-the-Dursley's fic, which, in my opinion, is quite original!
Well gals and ghouls, I must be on my merry way! I am pooped and I still have to get up early to help pack tomorrow morning! Catch ya on the flipz!
'My luv,
Red
P.S Who doesn't think peeling off your skin after a sunburn is coolishly freaky?