Disclaimer: I don't own anything that JK does. Though I would love to. We all love you, Rowling!
Also please note, this story was started before the 6th book came out, and I'll stay to my own plotline, thank ya very much.
HARRY POTTER AND THE PURE BLOOD PRINCESSWritten by K0t0k0.
CHAPTER 2: This could be a hell.
End of Fifth Year"Really soon, Harry," said Hermione earnestly. "We promise."
Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley hurrying along in his wake.
The sky suddenly churned into blackness at that moment, and an arm had reached out to pull Harry back to the train station. It sounded like Moody had snarled a curse, as the world before them spun into some sort of warp. Mrs. Weasley let out a small whimper, as muggles began torturously sinking into the ground.
Harry watched with wide eyes, huge with shock, as the dreaded Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley evaporated… and were gone just like that. He felt frozen in time; the groups of people were all rather confused as to what was happening. The streets cracked in half, buildings tumbled. And Lupin was the one to utter the sad tidings.
"It seems no muggles are left. Voldemort is loose, we know that for a fact. How far this terror was struck – I have no idea." Hermione hung her head, frightened for her parents' safety. They had been probably less than a mile away, driving on a sun-soaked highway on their way to pick her up. Ron's hand snaked to grip Hermione's in light of the events, and Ginny merely pressed herself against her mother, as Mrs. Weasley hugged Ginny close as well.
It was now a gray, somber day. Wizards from Hogwarts who had just walked off the train stood awkwardly, staring at the damage around them. And the Order stood on the front porch of that famed Station – Tonks, Moody, Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Along with the dragon-skin jacket adorned Fred and George, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and of course Hermione.
Moody was the one to let out an agonized sigh, "well, I guess it's back to Grimmauld Place for the bunch of ya." Ginny let out a whine, yet it was soft and pleading. Not a child's plea. "Oh, why can't we go home? I've got a… friend I wanted to see." Ron suddenly flushed red, and scowled. Yet he didn't say anything, even if Hermione and Harry knew he was fuming about Ginny just recently began dating Dean Thomas inside.
Tonks was the one next who shook her head; bright pink hair now dulled by the lack of sunlight. She disappeared in a pop, apparated, and in another pop returned to her former position. "No luck there, Moody. Looks like all of England got the blast." Mr. Weasley was the one to next disappear from the group, and return merely a few seconds later looking quite… ill. "Molly. We'll be staying at Hogwarts, it seems." This concluded the conversation, as Moody ushered them all to jump through the station platform to the now resting train. Many Hogwarts students stood around, murmuring rumors about what had happened in the outside world. Platform 9 and ¾ had turned into nighttime, and rain started splattering on them.
"Students, return to the train. Professor Dumbledore shall owl all your parents to notify you of your vacationing spot." It wasn't a joke – Lupin spoke coldly, and followed his little gang into the train, and the students piled on after him.
Arriving at Hogwarts
The air was thick with smog as students filed off the train, where they had just stood hours ago, expecting another summer of fun. Every face looked miserable, hurt and confused. Some were growing increasingly worried, for Hermione was not the only one with muggle parents. The ride back to what looked like an old castle, crumbled by time, was insanely quiet, and even Harry had to cough a couple times to make sure he hadn't gone deaf.
Hagrid wasn't standing there, this time. Lupin and the rest of the Order took the courtesy of directing the students, and Mr. Potter was at a loss of words. He was confused, and his mind muddled with too many thinking thoughts. Just what had happened back at the station? What did he witness?
"It might be a little wait until Dumbledore realizes we've arrived. First years will be going on the boats as per usual, accompanied with Moody." Tonks spoke loudly, as Moody began limping down the stone-ridden hill, boats anchored to the ground in wooden spikes. The wild and frightening creatures that pulled the carriages along were also there, and the older students began their journey to the castle that had been shaken with a similar blast of the one at the train station.
Only one tower looked rather tilted, and was threatening to fall aloof if anything touched its sides. Random bricks had fallen from the sides of the aging school, and the students hurried in the great hall. Only Harry seemed to have the time to glance around and see the damage the earthquake had done, and he could hear many apparating at the welded gates of Hogwarts – already shut and locked for the day. Moody had already opened the front doors, teachers hurringly sitting at their normal seats, Dumbledore standing where he usually stood. Lupin had gone off to deal with worried parents, and Tonks had gone with him.
And at this time, chaos happened. In the largest, full-scale attack of Death Eaters ever, Hogwarts was ravaged in the beginnings of war. A chaotic, and very dangerous war. Many students escaped as their parents found them, and did side-along apparating to get away. But many were not so lucky. Those slow students who were absolutely faithful in their parents coming to get them were killed in the first wave of magical jinxes and curses. Teachers madly dashed around, gathering those students who were going to end up staying at Hogwarts for the summer, and forcing them into the dungeons below. Somewhere it was safe – it had to be.
Harry had been shoved to the front of this large band of lost students, stressed teachers, Dumbledore, the Order, and the Weasley family. He recognized this as the girl's abandoned washroom, and was standing in front of the sink that led the way to the Chamber of Secrets. Moody snarled something to him that sounded a lot like; "Hurry or we'll die." And the teenager spoke the required parseltongue to open the passage, and was shoed in a mass of people jumping down the entrance and it closing on all those approaching Death Eaters running through the school looking for them.
Running through the many tunnels, they could hear the noises above of people crashing into things, breaking stuff, absolutely rioting and killing. And then it all became quiet as they stopped in the place where Harry had found Ginny, many years before, and had saved her.
BACK TO THE PRESENT WE GO.
Kevin floated to the cold marble floor of the mall's food court – under the influence of a spell that had been cast on him. Wandless magic, no doubt, as Andrew was still underage and Dumbledore had not said anything. Kneeling to the Chinese boy's side, the curly mop made sure he was fine before turning his blue eyes to watch Hana and Albus Dumbledore.
"On the contrary, you are Ms. Black. Hana Antoinette Black. I always told Sirius it was an awful middle name, but Kyoko said it was fair since she called first name. The pair were childish, of course, but kind enough to consider unincluding you in a world of pillage, as Mr. Potter was born into."
"I'm Hana Yamato, daughter of Naoto and Mimiko Yamato!" The Japanese girl shrieked in a high snarl, and then swore in her native language. She took a step back, and heightening fear led to a panic attack. On her knees, she curled up, crying. The elderly man took a step forward, and she shrieked a high scream. Starting to crawl away as if something was dragging her toward him, Hana was mumbling in Japanese, almost like she had been driven crazy.
Lurched on her feet, and floated back to stand in front of Albus, nothing could stop the tears, yet her screams had been silenced. "I'm sure Naoto and Mimiko were understanding enough to tell you were adopted, yes?" Tears still poured down her face at an alarming rate, and fingernails dug into clenched palms. Her brown eyes tried to dart and gaze somewhere else, but were fixated on the odd man. She felt herself speaking, but she didn't want to speak.
"Yes, they did." He nodded, a smile crinkling a kind atmosphere; even though it seemed he was radiating an angry aura and commandeering her to do some awful thing.
"You are daughter of Sirius Black and Kyoko Mameha. You have wizarding parents, and you are a full-blood wizard. I am now taking you back to England with me, and being put under my protection. This world isn't yours anymore – you are not safe here anymore." A quiet whimpering escaped the Japanese girl, and Andrew finally felt like he could do something besides sitting next to Kevin and watching this like some sort of horror movie. But before he could speak, before he could move, Albus spoke once more, relinquishing a hold on Hana and she crumpled into a shuddering heap on the floor.
"Mr. Antic, I trust you are not planning on returning to your father's summer home?" A meek nod from the mop of curly blonde hair, and he finally spoke. "I want Kevin to come. He knows everything; he's seen things as well. I can't leave him here to my father's mercy."
A sigh came from the elderly man, smiling and nodding. "Of course, even though he isn't the only at your father's mercy at the moment. Pity the Ministry of Magic here has been ravaged already by Voldemort – they could have put him where it belongs a long time ago."
Note: That was a rather confusing chapter. :S Keep reading if it's interesting though, it's hard to get the muse to write this. It's something that has been stuck in my head for the past year or so, and I felt to write it up.