Stolen Innocence
Chapter 8
Freed
"Harry, it's," Lily paused, "complicated."
"I don't think so." Harry said quietly.
"Could you six leave? Please?" Lily asked.
"I'm not leaving." Blaise said as the other five left the room.
"She's staying because no matter what your answer is, you obviously don't care right now." Harry backed into Blaise as he watched his parents.
"Of course we care! You're our son! But when Voldemort attacked, we felt like we had to blame someone and you were there!" James exploded.
"Don't lie to me!" Harry yelled. "You told me four years ago that I wasn't your son, that I was your mistake!"
"We aren't lying. We were blinded by trying to blame you! You can't imagine how hard it was to accept that it was your fault! The blaming was very easy, but telling us that it was true wasn't easy!" Lily looked as if she would start sobbing at any moment.
"Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?" Harry sneered. "It didn't look like it was very hard. You forgot about me. I was kidnapped and you just forgot that you even had a son!"
"Was it really you? The one that survived the killing curse?" Lily asked.
"I thought we went over this part already." Harry growled. "Yes, I was hit with the bloody killing curse."
"Then how could you get into Slytherin?" James asked. "If you did survive and destroy Voldemort, that would make you the savior of the wizarding world. How would the world's savior get into an evil house like that?"
"How? Do you know the traits of Slytherin? Ambition and a thirst to prove yourself. Ever sense I was three, I have been trying to prove to you that I was something. I even went so far as to learn from all of your old school books before I finished second year. I got on the quidditch team and while everyone expected me to fail during my first year, I won the bloody cup." Harry vented his pent up frustration and pain, not even thinking about what he was saying.
"You took our schoolbooks?" James asked, his face a picture of disbelief.
"No, the house elves took them for me when I was nine." Harry hissed.
"You trying to tell me you learned seven years of school in four years?" Lily snapped. "There's no way."
"I took my O.W.L.S. after first year, remember? I'm taking advanced classes on the off chance it might provide a challenge. If you even bothered to read my reports, you would have read about that." Harry took a few deep breaths. "I think our discussion is finished. You obviously won't answer my question." He turned quickly and left the room and went into a room full of people with varying expressions of unhappiness.
"What happened?" Junior asked tentatively.
"And what does that have to do with you?" Harry snapped. "Just bloody leave me alone." He walked to a corner and collapsed into it, unsure what he was feeling besides anger at still not being taken seriously.
"Harry?" A hesitant voice asked.
"What!" He snapped before looking up to see Blaise glaring down at him.
"Don't you snap at me! I did nothing wrong, so don't take it out on me!" She walked away leaving Harry feeling defeated.
"Mummy! What happened? Did you finally get rid of him?" Iria yelled as the door to the bedroom opened again, allowing her parents to enter the room. Harry only then realized that all of the younger kids were in the room as well.
"No, we just had a small discussion." Lily answered wearily. "Kids, at the moment, do not speak about anything related to You-Know-Who."
"Why not?" Iria whined.
"Because, just because." Lily sighed as she rubbed her forehead.
"ATTENTION ALL HOGWARTS STUDENTS. WE REQUEST THAT ALL PUREBLOODED STUDENTS LOYAL TO DUMBLEDORE TO REMOVE YOURSELF OF YOUR PUREBLOOD RANK. HOGWARTS HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER. YOU WILL BE RELEASED FROM YOUR COMMONROOMS IN FIVE MINUTES, THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE LOYAL TO ME, LORD VOLDEMORT. I ONLY ORDER THAT YOU SURRENDER HARRY POTTER TO ME." A high pitched voice boomed through the room. All of the adults, including the two Harrys and Blaise, paled.
"Why would he want Harry?" Iria snarled. "Maybe he wants Harry to tell our secrets. Why don't you return to your master, Harry?"
"Iria, stop it!" James snapped. "Now is not the time for your remarks."
"AND JUST TO ADD, ONLY THOSE WITH THE DARK MARK WILL BE ABLE TO USE MAGIC. SO DON'T EVEN TRY IT. YOUR WANDS ARE NO GOOD." The voice of Lord Voldemort added, a loud cackling sound following his words.
"Wands are no good? That means Harry can still do magic! Wands just channel magic! All Voldemort would have to do is close the channel and everyone's defenseless!" Howie yelped.
"See? I told you he had the dark mark!" Iria yelled.
"Shut up! I don't need a bloody wand!" Harry snarled.
"Quiet both of you. Harry, can you really do wandless magic?" James asked.
"Yes, I didn't get a wand until I was eleven." Harry said as though it was obvious.
"So how are we going to get out?" Remus asked. "They might not know we are here."
"The house-elves dummy." Harry hissed. "Call for food." He ordered Remus. "You used to be a professor so they should come if you call them."
Remus sighed and clapped his hands a couple of times. A house-elf appeared in front of him with its head bowed.
"Hey, we need to get out of here. Open the door to get out of the apartment." Harry ordered.
"Bippy open door." The house-elf squeaked. The door made a shifting sound and slid open.
"You can go now, Bippy" Remus said.
"Thank you." Junior called, making everyone look at him in shock. The house-elf's eyes widened as it left.
"Did you just thank the house-elf?" Markus and Elizabeth sneered distastefully.
"What a fr-"
"Shut up Iria and come on or you'll be left behind." Harry snapped as he walked to the door.
"What about our stuff?" She whined.
"What about our lives?" Harry replied, having already shrunk his trunk and library. He had placed them in his pocket while the door was opening.
"But my stuff!" Iria continued, not moving from her spot.
"If you can carry it and keep up, then you can bring it, but I'm leaving now." Harry said before stepping out of the door. He heard footsteps, but didn't turn to see who was following him.
"There he is!" A triumphant voice echoed in front of Harry as two men turned the corner in front of them. Two yellow lights sped at the group and Harry ducked out of the way as he cast a shielding spell. The spells flew away and Harry hit both of the Death Eaters with a stunning curse.
"They weren't very good." James snapped. "That was like fighting children."
"Well, let's see who they are." Junior said.
"Stupify!" A voice yelled just as three other voices yelled crucio. Markus collapsed to the ground as James, Orion, and Sirius fell, screaming in pain.
"Dad!" Iria screamed.
"Line up along the wall and put your hands behind your head." The man that stunned Markus ordered. Everyone moved quickly to obey. The three took the cruaciouses off of the three men after they summoned Markus to them. "Now, all of you better behave or he won't live much longer." The man said, gesturing to Markus' still form.
"You three, line up along that wall." The three adults shakily got to their feet and moved to obey. "Now, all of you line up in groups of three. Harry Potter must be in the back, both of them." The man said the last sentence uncertainly, but the group still hurried to listen to him. The fourteen got in line with the Black family in front; Tyler, Lily, and Iria in the second row; and with Remus, James, and Howie behind them. Orion, Blaise, and Junior were in front of Harry, who had two wands poking into his back.
"Lord Voldemort!" One of them yelled as everyone entered the Great Hall. "We have Harry Potter!"
"Bring him to me." Was hissed in reply.
"There are two of them." Two death eaters pushed both of the Harrys forward.
"Bring me the one wearing Slytherin colors, fools!" Harry was shoved forward as Junior was thrown into the remaining people in the group. Two other death eaters grabbed Harry's shoulders and brought him to the head table where Voldemort sat. Voldemort grabbed Harry's hand and pushed Harry's sleeve up. Harry's eyes widened when Voldemort withdrew a jagged knife from his robes. Voldemort carved a deep cut into Harry's arm and clotted it quickly, removing any chances of bleeding to death, but leaving the pain. "Now you won't confuse them any more." The high pitched voice laughed. "Give him the potion." Harry's jaw was opened and he was forced to swallow a blue potion.
Harry felt a calm settle over his mind as he slumped to the floor. "Harry! What did you do to him!" He heard Blaise's voice, but it sounded as though she was talking through a pillow.
"There are two ways to use imperious. One is through a curse, but you can break that. You can't break the potion, but only the people that gave drops of blood to the potion are able to give instructions and they must be very precise. A good direction would be something like, cast the killing curse on Mrs. Black, Harry." Voldemort hissed gleefully.
Harry felt his hand lift up and a rush of hatred and dark magic built up in it. "He doesn't even have to be able to cast the curse; he can receive my ability." Harry struggled to stop, but his arm only stopped when his finger was pointed at Annie. He shook his head slightly, but that didn't stop the horrible words from coming out of his mouth.
"Avada Kedavera." He chocked. He closed his eyes and tried to scream, to cry, anything but stand there and listen to Sirius' howl of pain and the thud of Annie's lifeless body hitting the floor.
"Now, Harry Potter, kill your sister." Harry protested mentally and didn't move, hoping Voldemort didn't realize that he didn't specify how to kill Iria.
"Lord Voldemort! Aurors have removed the wards and are about to enter!" A death eater ran in, yelling.
"Bring our guests to a classroom and guard them! I want seven wizards watching them!" Voldemort hissed. He backhanded Harry angrily as he leapt over the head table, where he had been sitting in the headmaster's chair. Harry crashed into a death eater before being lifted over the wizard's shoulder.
When the group reached a classroom, Harry didn't know what one it was, as he was feeling light-headed, Harry was thrown to the floor after everyone else had already entered. Markus had been enervated before they started walking into the room
"Harry!" Harry heard Blaise scream, but he couldn't do anything aside from lay there.
"I'll kill him! He killed Annie! The filthy brat doesn't deserve to live!" Sirius yelled as he lunged at Harry. Harry closed his eyes from the pain of having his head slammed into the floor as Sirius continued to do so. Sirius had Harry's neck in a bruising grip, leaving Harry struggling to breathe.
Stop it!" Blaise shrieked. Harry felt Sirius' weight leave his body from where he had been sitting on him. He felt his head lifted and placed on someone's lap. "He couldn't help it! It wasn't his choice!"
"He shot the killing curse from his hand! No wonder his wand came up negative for dark magic! He's using it all with his bloody hand!" James snapped. "He's going to Azkaban when we get out of here!"
"Yes, you really care! He was under Imperious! You are just a cruel, heartless git! It's actually great that you treated Harry as you did, if only so he didn't grow up to be as petty as you!" Blaise ranted.
"You're probably just like him! Of course you wouldn't like someone that obeys the law!" James hissed.
"If you were so for the law, why would you abuse your child! Child neglect and child abuse are crimes!" Blase shot back.
"We never abused our children!" Lily's voice sounded as though she was crying.
"St-" Harry croaked, struggling to say stop. He could feel the fire in him painfully burning the potion away. His fire element made potions only last half as long as with other people and made taking potions very painful for him. He twitched a finger as he tried to take control of his body.
"Harry?" Blaise asked.
"Dad? I want mom! Where's mom?" Elizabeth whined.
"That bastard killed her!" Sirius hissed.
"But what about the potion? Potions get into a person's blood, so people can't throw it off, just like Voldemort said." Junior yelped.
"I don't care about a bloody potion! He killed my wife!" Sirius yelled.
"And if they are under Imperius, they are pardoned by the Ministry." Orion replied.
"But he killed her!" Sirius continued.
"St-st-op." Harry crocked. He was finally able to talk, but he still had problems moving.
"A potion would last longer then twenty minutes. He was never being controlled." Sirius said angrily.
"Fire elementalists don't react will with potions. The flames burn out all of the potion and so they are only affected for a short period of time. It is supposed to be very painful, though." Remus said calmly.
"You keep talking about fire elementalists, but what are they?" Junior asked.
"An elementalist can use one element extensively. The Temperature, color, shape, sometimes even the texture. In order to become an elementalist, the person must consciously use it before they turn five. They also have to register with the Ministry just like an animagus needs to." Remus explained. "When I saw what Harry was doing with fire, I tried to find out as much as I could about them incase it could be a danger to us."
"So he kept this a secret as well?" James hissed.
"Harry tried to talk, but instead a scream came from him. The fire grew hotter as it continued to destroy the last of the potion.
"If you want to know how hot the fire must be to destroy the potion, prick his finger and touch his blood. Long ago, people would test potions on elementalists to find the extreme reaches of potions." Remus said. Howie pulled a quill from his pocket and pricked Harry's finger. The room instantly started to get hotter and Orion swiped his finger across the blood and yelped in pain as he whipped the liquid on the stone floor. On his finger, where the blood was, a bright, brown blister was in its place.
"What's going on in there?" A death eater yelled as six of them came in. Harry quieted and the room began to cool down to the way it was before. "Why were you people making so much noise?"
"Butt out! It isn't any of your business!" James snapped irritably.
"I'm making it my business!" The man sneered. He took a threatening step forward, further into the room. Before he could take another step, a wall of fire blocked him and the other five death eaters.
"What the hell is that?" The shortest man gasped. "They can't do magic!"
"Harry? Are you doing this?" Blaise asked. Harry shook his head faintly. The wall of fire split and pushed the death eaters into the walls, away from the door, leaving a clear path to the door. "Can we go?" She asked no one in particular. Harry nodded anyway. She stood, pulling Harry with her.
"You're actually going to risk it?" Junior asked.
"The fire's not going to hurt us. We have to get out." Harry said tiredly. He leaned heavily on Blaise as the potion and the flames used to get rid of it wore him out.
"Dad? I wanna go home." Tyler whimpered.
"Stop being such a baby." Markus snapped, even though there was a faint tremble in his voice.
"Fine, we'll follow them." James said. He grabbed Tyler's hand and Sirius grabbed his daughter. Lily held Markus' hand, Remus held Iria's hand, and Orion stood near Junior and Howie as they all left. The group moved as quickly as they could. Harry had made three fire dogs that scouted ahead for clear corridors.
"Let's go through the one-eyed witch." Junior hissed. "It's just around the corner."
"Fine." Sirius whispered, and the group headed to the witch. "Markus, do you know the password?" He asked.
"I didn't know it was a passageway." Markus said in a normal voice.
"Shh!" Harry hissed quietly. "The password is Diddly-dum." With those words, the statue slid open and everyone stumbled in. The moment the door shut behind them, Harry collapsed onto Blaise. The scout dogs had been necessary, but draining, and he was paying for it.
AN: I know that this is very late, I meant to get it out by Oct. 1. Before I forget! I'm 17 now! My birthday was Oct. 1. Life has been pretty shitty lately and I just don't really feel like explaining it too much, if you go to my site, you can see what I'm talking about. And school is being a bitch, sorry for swearing as much as I am, but just don't write me up for not being in the rating things, I've heard swear words on rated PG and PG-13 movies so just please don't do it. Thanks to everyone that is sticking to this story
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And I don't know if they will know legimancy or occulemncy and I never really thought about the knowledge thing and now it's going to be rolling in my head and I have tons of tests this Friday.
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