Midnight Marauder
By: Rose
Chapter 2
Making it Through One Day at a Time
Harry stared blankly at the ceiling above him wondering about Morgan. It seemed impossible that somebody be that perfect. It just wasn't right… he growled to himself and rolled out of bed, sneaking past Ron and out of there room. As he walked up to the girl's bedroom he knew he couldn't knock Hermione, or Ginny would probably come to the door so he went downstairs. Walking into the living room he illuminated his wand wordlessly and walked into the kitchen and there she was. Her Dark brown hair messed in with the darkness and he was not sure where the darkness began and her hair ended.
"What are you doing down here Morgan?" He asked but he felt so stupid asking but he didn't know why.
"Waiting for you…" She answered as if this was not odd at all.
"How'd you know I was… oh…?" It suddenly hit him.
He went to the chair across from hers he sat down and stared at her for her a while, her eyes didn't move from his though.
"Where will we find the next Horcuxes?" Asked suddenly.
She looked at him her face devoid of emotions. She suddenly took his and his first impulse was to pull away but she had a surprisingly tight grip and he noticed her eyes suddenly seemed clouded over her grey eyes seemed silver almost like when she had healed Ben, except now coming from her eyes, though they weren't glowing it was the same shimmery silver like color.
A second later her eyes unclouded and she looked at him sharply,
"It was dark and I felt like I was suffocating I smelled death and decay… almost like I was buried alive…" She answered.
"It is in a coffin? Buried under the ground?" Harry asked.
"But before I was in the ground I was in a dark place and there was an old willow and layer of mist at hip level and I believe it was a graveyard… the place felt very familiar." Morgan mumbled confused.
"Huh…" Harry mumbled retracting his hand back to himself looking at his hand he could see the indents from the words that dreaded woman had made him write with his own blood and now 4 tiny scratches producing blood showed he was surprised he had not felt it when she had been squeezing his hand but her nails must have dug into him. Her eyes slipped to what he was looking at and saw this as well and she reached over once more holding her hand over the table and put her hand over his about an inch above it a tiny shinny silver light and suddenly a searing pain shot up his arm and he yelped in pain she pulled her hand away quickly suddenly looking horrified he looked down at his hand again though the pain was almost blinding him now and the four wounds were 4 times the size they once were and bleed profusely. He yelled out in pain and realization…
There were many bumps and pounding of foot steps up stairs and suddenly the lights flew on and the whole houses occupants came into the room all of there wands out and at the ready…
Mrs. Weasley cried out in horror when she saw Harry's hand and she ran over Gabrielle passed out. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny rushed over.
Morgan began to repeat herself frantically,
"I'm sorry I'm sorry 'm sorry…" She then fled.
"CHARLIE GO AFTER HER!" Mr. Weasley yelled as he made his way over to Harry who couldn't help the tears coming out in agony it hurt so much more than it looked, in fact it felt like someone was trying to peel the skin off his hand.
Morgan flung the front door open and began to run out into the night she ran around the house and past the garden making her way to the quidditch field. Charlie took after his brother stopping him for a second trying to find out what was going on Charlie only pointed to the Burrow and pushed his brother out of the way breathlessly.
Morgan half way through the field tripped over the night gown she had barrowed from Fleur and fell into the ground and was still repeating over and over again,
"IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY! I didn't mean to it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!" She rocked back and forth covering her ears repeating all these things.
Charlie caught up to her and approached her cautiously afraid she might hurt herself and or him if he surprised her.
"Morgan?" He said quietly.
"It's not my fault! I'm sorry I didn't mean too!" She continued to rock back and forth with her ears covered saying this quietly to herself. Charlie kneeled down next to her and put an arm on her shoulder.
"Morgan? Its okay… calm down…" He said lightly.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" She suddenly screamed.
"I DIDN'T KILL HER IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" She yelled.
"Morgan what are you saying?" Charlie asked.
She began to shake now and tears flooded her face. She began to vigorously rub her arms and hands on the night gown in a frantic panic,
"I didn't do it! It wasn't my fault!" He couldn't figure out who she was trying to convince.
He grabbed her wrists lightly trying to keep her from possibly breaking her wrist at the rate she was going. Soon he had to grip tighter because she began to fight to free her arms.
"NO! Don't I didn't do it don't make me go there! I'm fine! She's fine! LET ME GO!" She screamed the last part.
She was stronger than she appeared and he was really struggling to keep a grip on her when he finally pulled out his wand and silently cast a spell of sleep. For a moment she didn't respond and then she collapsed backwards and he caught her quickly. Picking her fully up he stood and walked back to the house.
In the house the had quickly fixed Harry's hand and he was now sitting on the couch shaking and cradling his hand a look of horror still frozen on his face and the memory of the agony still fresh in his mind. Ginny was comforting him while Ron and Hermione sat with the adults.
The adults were conversing on the recent accident when Charlie came in with her.
"Oh dear what happened?" Mrs. Weasley asked right away standing hoping there wasn't another emergency she had to take care of right away.
"I had to knock her out she was uncontrollable…" Charlie explained.
"Oh, I see you did use magic to do it dear we don't want a bump rising out the top of her head." Mr. Weasley said smiling amused by his own joke.
"Of course I used magic dad were not barbarians here." Charlie said back.
"Calm down dear your father was just making a jest, why don't you take her up stairs and wake her up and try'n find out what happened we can't get a word out of Harry." Mrs. Weasley said putting her hand soothingly on Charlie's arm.
"Ok Mum," Charlie said and left the room.
Hermione looked at Ron briefly and he gave her a puzzled look, she rolled her eyes,
"Wha?" He asked confused.
She ignored him.
Charlie carried her up stairs and put her down in her bed and then tapped her lightly on the temple with his wand again. Her eyelids fluttered open,
"Where am I?" She asked in her normal cool voice.
"In your room." He answered.
"What happened?" She asked, "Why don't I remember tonight?" She asked.
"I had to knock you out with magic you had a bit of a lapse of sanity to say in the least." Charlie explained smiling lightly to not appear like he was mad with his solemn face.
"Did I hurt somebody again?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Sometimes my powers don't work right… they kind of have the reversal effect." She said.
She hadn't moved from the position she was in since she had awoke. She didn't sit up or anything.
"What do you mean," He asked again trying to comprehend what she was saying.
"Sometimes instead of healing people… I hurt them…" She said calmly.
Her eyes were bloodshot from before but she blinked once and they were gone her eyes were as clear as ever. Suddenly blood slide out of her nose, she lifted her hand and wiped it away as if it were nothing. She then sat up though her nose continued to bleed. Little droplets falling onto the white night gown. Her hands had smeared blood on them now. She stared at the blood not even noticing that it was still coming out of her nose.
"Morgan your nose…" He began.
"I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier." Morgan cut him off.
She looked over at him and smiled suddenly.
"I know you wish to help me Charlie but what I am meant to do is all I am meant to do after that my existence is futile… do not grow attached to me please it will only hurt us both." She said.
He was taken a back by her bluntness.
"Morgan I…" He began.
"Please don't lie to me, I know that when you are and I thought you better than that." Morgan's eyes seemed pleading.
"Look Morgan I like you and all but there is someone back at work… a girl and she and I are kind of engaged." He said.
She blinked confused.
"What? I never saw that…" She murmured to herself.
"Another thing Morgan never think that your existence is futile as soon as you give up on yourself you doom yourself. You're a nice girl to think that you only serve one purpose in life is stupid. Everybody means something to somebody." He said.
She still seemed stupefied at the fact that she had not known about the girl.
"Thank you for the thought Charlie, could you leave me alone now please." She asked.
"Ok…" He got up and put a hand lightly on her shoulder and then let it slip off as he walked away.
He closed the door as he left.
The next few days Morgan didn't leave her room or eat food. Charlie worried he had caused this, Hermione had tried to coax her to leave the room or eat but she refused either till Harry forgave her truthfully for hurting him. Problem was Harry had left and nobody knew where he had gone and they couldn't find him. Mrs. Weasley was going out of her mind with worry and Ginny secretly was as well. Finally 5 days later Harry finally came back blowing through the house and with a flick of his wand the door to the girl's room flew open though Morgan had put something on it only letting the females of the house in the room. He barged in and slammed it and nobody could open it after or hear what was going on in the room no matter the spell they used or anything else for that matter.
In The Room
"Morgan!" He said as he slammed the door.
"Tell me now who your father is! I don't want any of that it isn't important bullocks tell me now!" He yelled at her.
Morgan scurried off her bed and backed against the wall truly scared of Harry.
"Harry… Will you make me pay for my mothers choices?' She asked.
"If it is who I have been told it is possibly." he said crossing his arms.
"My mother married Severus Snape…" She said meekly.
His wand flung out yelling in rage and she screamed in fear and shrunk. He breathed hard and contemplated doing something.
"DO YOU STILL COMMUNICATE WITH HIM NOW?"! He roared.
She shrunk smaller against the wall it seemed.
"No… I swear to you!" She cried.
He charged across the room things in front of him flung out of the way. He pinned her against the wall his green eyes burned into her scared grey ones.
"DID YOU HAVE ANYTHING WITH DUMBLEDORES DEATH OR THE DEATHEATERS GETTING IN HOGWARTS? DID YOU EVER HELP MALFOY?"! He screamed basically spitting in her face but he didn't care he was in such a rage right now.
"I didn't want to they made me! I swear to you I fought but they were going to kill mother if I didn't do it!" She cried.
"DO WHAT?"! He roared.
"Find a way in the castle Malfoy kidnapped me and forced me too figure it out for him! I wanted nothing to do with it but he was going to… going to…" She burst into sobs.
He slowly released her realizing what she was about to say. She sank to the floor sobbing hiding her face. He turned away from her not knowing what to do next; he wanted to kill her but at the same time wanted to kill Malfoy. He tried to talk reason to himself. It wasn't her fault her mother had married Snape. It also was hardly her fault that Malfoy held her captive and made her do such things under a threat like that…
She stood behind him and wiped away her tears and reached to put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He spun around faster than sight could comprehend and pinned her to the wall again.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He screamed.
She looked so scared then and hurt she was only truing to help him and she had been through so much like him. Yet at the same time her grey eyes were scared they were still strong and ready for death it would seem.
He loosened his grip a bit,
"I'm not going to kill you Morgan…" He mumbled.
She sighed and her whole body seemed to heave as if a great weight had been taken off her but at the same time it sounded like disappointment at the same time. He looked up again looking into her eyes again.
"Do you want to die?" He asked.
She did not turn her head or avert her eyes but she suddenly seemed far away.
"I no longer wish to be here… yes, but it is hard to stay in a place where there is no love or want for you…" She said and seemed to come back.
"I know the feeling…" He said.
"Oh but Harry plenty of people love you, Ron, Hermione, Ginny…" She said. "Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Remus, Tonks… They all love you. Some more then others but they love you…" She said.
"I guess your right…" He said.
This was so frustrating he wanted to be mad at her he wanted to hate her tear her apart and yet she was calming him down without even trying…
"We'll what about you Remus he loves you he is your Uncle!" Harry said.
"Remus cares for me… but he does not love me…If he loved me he would have come for me as soon as my mother killed herself and he found out."
Harry's scar began to burn slightly, he hissed in pain. She reached up in her limited mobility and touched the tip of the scar and then he felt like he had just jumped in an ice cold pool.
"How do you do that?" he asked in wonder.
"I care…" She answered.
Suddenly those words seemed to make him burn again and he felt his rage coming back. How could she possibly care she didn't know him! She couldn't care which meant she was lying to him. He roared in anger and pushed her hard into the wall gripping her shoulders with intensity as if he were trying to break them.
She whimpered in pain.
"YOU'RE LYING TO ME! YOU COULDN'T POSSIABLY CARE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!" He yelled as if trying to break her with his words… or at least make her go deaf.
"Harry why would I lie to you?" She asked calmly though she was grimacing in pain.
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW YOU WOMAN ALWAYS SEEM TO BE CANIVING FOR SOME REASON OR ANOTHER? MAYBE YOU ARE WORKING WITH SNAPE AND IN SO WORKING WITH VOLDAMORT!" He spitted at her.
"Harry I am not working with Volda-" She began.
"DON'T SPEAK! I DON'T WANT YOUR WORDS OF POISEN!" He bellowed, "DON'T USE MY NAME EITHER! YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO I SHOULD KILL YOU, BUT I WOULD ONLY BE GIVING YOU WHAT YOU WANT AND I WANT YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS TO SUFFER!"
"Harry please be rational!" She managed to get out while he was catching his breath.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE FUCKING RATINAL!" He hollered.
"How can you make me suffer anymore than I already have?" She asked.
He had no answer to that. She reached out the best she could though he was holding her shoulders in a death grip to the wall. She lightly brushed her finger against his skin on his arm.
"Please Harry you know I am not working with Voldemort." She said.
He flung her to the floor and turned away from her not wanting to look at her.
She lay on the floor for a second and then got up. She knew he might kill her when she did this but she had to try she took a step closer to him and then took a deep breath and hugged him.
"I am so sorry Harry…" She said.
He was so stunned he didn't know what to do when she wrapped her arms around him. He turned around with out breaking her arms off him.
"Are you fucking mad?" He asked looking down at her. "I just threatened to kill you and you hug me?"
She looked up at him her eyes once again pleading.
"I care Harry, I really do." She said.
This time he didn't get mad a different feeling took control this time and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her up and against him tighter and kissed her.
Her arms dropped from around him to her sides as he pulled her tighter against him. This feeling was so similar to the feeling when he was Ginny… yet different at the same time. More powerful… more uncontrollable even more that the rage he had felt just a second ago. This seemed to be both feeling mixed together. She didn't try to stop him but she also didn't do anything. He didn't care… the feeling had complete control of his mind and body.
A couple hours he sat on the floor looking out the window at the setting sun over the distant mountains in the distance. He reviewed over what he had done that day. He come into the house spitting fire and locked himself in the room with this girl and almost killed her then… then… he looked to his right on the once toppled bed when he had first come at her was up right now and dark brown hair was falling off the edge of the bed clashing with the white sheets. Her one hand was slightly hanging off the bed as well, her fingers curled slightly. He could see old scars on her wrists presumably from past times trying to kill herself. He got up and went across the room to the window and leaned on the window sill with both hands and looked out the window. He saw Charlie out in the middle of the quidditch field sitting there doing nothing it seemed like he was looking up at the sky. That was odd; He looked back over at the bed where she was laying. He pulled his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose; he put his glasses on the sill and rubbed his face trying to come back to reality to face what he had done.
"What have I done?" He asked himself.
She turned in her sleep onto her side dragging her hair from hanging off the end of the bed to completely on the bed and pillow. He put his glasses on and sat down on the edge of the bed. He could feel her bare back touching his bare one. The covering her partly also rubbed into his skin. He leaned forward covering his face with his hands,
"Oh Harry what have you done?" He asked himself.
Why hadn't she stopped him she easily could have. Well not easily but why didn't she at least try to…
He got up and grabbed his shoes and pulled them on and grabbed his shirt and coat and flung open the door to the room no one was in the hall as he thumped down the stairs he buttoned and zipped up his pants. Almost everybody was in the kitchen and living room.
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron shouted and everybody turned suddenly the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt either hit them he looked at them for a second then pulled in the last notch of his belt then made for the door.
"HARRY!" Hermione called after him sounding confused and sounded hurt too. He pulled on his shirt as he left outside. He heard he was being followed,
"Harry mate stop!" He heard Ron call after him. He reached around the middle of the front yard and gave Ron and Hermione a sad look and Ginny an even sadder one.
"I am so sorry… I don't know why I did it…"
"Did what Harry? Mate?" Ron asked confused.
Harry pulled his coat on the disappeared. They all turned to the rest of the house hold sitting there. Ginny looked petrified and made a dash for the stairs. Ron and Hermione close behind her. The rest of the house wasn't far behind either. Ginny reached the bedroom and looked in she wailed in pain and turned and dashed back down the stairs past all her family and friends. Hermione called after but Ron dragged her on to the bedroom. When Hermione saw her she screamed and ran over checking she was still alive.
"Oh my god Ron what has happened to Harry. He never would have done something like this ever!" Hermione burst into tears. Mrs. Weasley saw Morgan and burst into tears to and whirled around going to her room. Mr. Weasley was at work right now. Bill, Fleur and Gabrielle looked into the room.
"Oh my ands Harry did zis?" Fleur asked Bill.
"It would appear so…" Bill looked sadly at his younger brother and his girlfriend.
Ginny ran out of the house her hair flying she sobbed into her hands. HOW COULD HARRY DO THIS! Her mind screamed as she ran.
Charlie saw his little sister running and stood catching her as she tried to run by.
"Ginny what's wrong?" He asked.
She was sobbing,
"Harry! Harry slept with her!" She cried.
Charlie in his surprise let her go and she continued running. He understood why she wanted to be alone and as dangerous as it was it was more dangerous to go after her because next she would get mad. Charlie ran back to the house,
Bill, Fleur and Gabrielle were in the living room. Gabrielle was sketching lightly in her sketch journal and Bill had his head in his hands. Fleur was leaned over him trying to comfort him.
"I am sure zare iz a goods reasonz for zis!" Fleur insisted.
"Bill what's happened? Ginny came running out a mess and I couldn't make out what she was trying to say." Charlie asked catching his breath.
Bill looked up at his brother and just shook his head and pointed to the stairs. Charlie had a fleeting fearful feeling Harry had killed her he turned and ran up the stairs. Hermione was crying and Morgan was sitting in the bed holding the bed sheets close to her now it would seem bare body. She had watery eyes; her dark brown hair was a mess. Charlie knew what happened.
"Bugger…" He cursed at himself.
Next Morning
Hermione woke up and looked around it was the crack of dawn and it looked like Ginny had not gotten back. Gabrielle had gone back to Fleur and Bills house to sleep in the room they had set up for her. She looked over at Morgan's bed, she wasn't there.
She sat up sending the sheets and blankets as she jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. Running to the bathroom nobody was in there. She ran downstairs and looked around. Nobody was down here yet either. Then she noticed on the kitchen table a piece of parchment.
"Oh please tell me Morgan hasn't run away please tell me Morgan hasn't run away!" She grabbed the piece of parchment, but before she could read a voice spoke.
"Harry came and got her in the night." It was Charlie he was sitting on the couch.
She didn't remember seeing him as she blew though the floor.
"That he is sorry about what he did and he wouldn't come back until he had found all the Horcuxes and killed Voldemort then he'll have time to explain his actions. Because maybe then he'll understand them himself…" Charlie said.
Hermione looked down and read quickly through the letter. She covered her mouth,
"My god Harry what are you doing?" She asked the piece of parchment.
Harry carried the sleeping Morgan into the apartment he had rented in the magical part of London. The woman that owned the building was a witch and asked for payment in wizarding money since he was never in short supply of that it was easy. Also all he had to do was flick his wand and the apartment was furnished. He put her down on the couch and tossed a blanket it over he would wake her up later. He went to the kitchen table and continued to work on the papers he had been working on earlier. He sighed,
"What are you doing Harry… what are you doing?" He asked himself briefly and the pushed those thoughts from his mind and continued on his work.
An: Sorry the chap is a little intense and I know a lot of you are thinking that "Harry would never do something like that," but when reading the book you can see each time something bad happens to Harry he falls further away from what was once his normalcy I am not trying to make him a bad person I am just trying to show how much he is losing control of himself every time he is in a circumstance that he can't control and how he kicks his own butt every time he does something wrong. Trust me all will be well in the end
Rose
