Harry Potter and the Scars of Time Chapter 2: How Come, a harry potter fanfic

Harry Potter and the Scars of Time
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter Two: How Come
Rating: AA (which means, around here, 14 and up)
Couples: HP/HG, RW/LL, NL/GW, DT/LB, SF/PP, DM/EM, etc…
Summary: Harry's last year at Hogwarts has finally come but that doesn't mean things will be any easier for him. After last year's horrifying events the school things that nothing worse could happen. They were all wrong. The prophecy resurfaces and is dangling in front of Harry, held up by the pain from the past, quite literally. As the world is slowly being morphed outside of the safety of Hogwarts the people inside it are finding out that they cannot hide for much longer and that time is as much their best friend now as it is their worst enemy. What is a person supposed to do when they know they have to face the most evil wizard in history and if they're killed then the rest of the world, magic and muggle is doomed?
Warning: More violence then last time. The mentions of suicide, murder, abuse, rape, and blood are much more pronounced then in the last fic

I'd like to mention that there will be A LOT more deaths of characters you recognise and some you won't. If you thought I was cruel and brutal in the prequel to this then I don't know what you're going to think of me after reading this story.

There are some chapters were songs in them but not every chapter will have them in it.

Sequel to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Note: This chapter IS going to be a little boring but…well…the hardest part of writing is to make an interesting beginning yet everything has to start out small…

"Our deepest desires can be one of our deepest weaknesses. Sometimes they're not though, do not let anyone make you think that. Our desires can keep us alive. They can drive us insane yet they can keep us sane. They can be the cause of our downfall or our up rise..." his deep voice cracked slightly and he felt his own eyes water up slightly. "They can be the reason we die, or the reason we live..."

-Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (by me)

Harry stared at the pictures of his mother as a child. She seemed so happy and lively. There was a huge smile on her face in every picture. It seemed to him that Helen and Lily had been great friends when they were younger.

It occurred to him that if his parents hadn't had to go into hiding then his mother might have continued being friends with Helen and he and Hermione might have become friends earlier on in life. It seemed that since that chance to meet was ruined it was almost fate for them to meet later on in life.

He chuckled at himself for thinking along that point of view. His laughter didn't meet his green eyes though. They held sadness and pain as he flipped through the photo album. It was because of him that both his mother and father were deceased today.

He knew that somewhere out there they were watching over him and he promised himself to keep their memories in his heart forever.

"Harry," Dudley's deep voice said from behind him.

"Yeah?" Harry asked.

"Tell my mom and dad that I went to one of my friend's house to…work on my boxing moves," Dudley said after a moment of thought for a plausible excuse. Had he said something like he was going to do his homework and even Vernon might raise an eyebrow. Dudley going somewhere to do homework was possible but not very plausible. Petunia seemed to be getting a little suspicious lately but neither of the teenage boys worried.

"No problem," he said with a wave of his hand as he stood up. "I was going inside anyways. I'll tell them when I get upstairs."

"Thanks," Dudley said as he continued on his way down the stairs and down the street.

Harry watched with slight amusement and shook his head as he walked inside. He knew Dudley was going out drinking. No matter what Petunia and Vernon originally thought Dudley was far from an angel and he was really bad at lying. His parents used to have a strong blindness when it came to him but were a little wearier now.

Walking up the stairs he knocked on his Aunt and Uncle's room door and said, "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon?"

"What do you want boy?" Vernon growled.

"Dudley told me to tell you that he was going to his friend's house to practice his boxing moves," Harry told them though the door.

He heard a squeak of the bed then a yawn then somebody walked towards the door. Petunia opened it and stared at him with beady eyes. "Where is he?"

"He didn't say which friend," he explained to her.

She put a hand to her forehead then said, "Vernon get up now."

"What's wrong Petty?" he called out.

"Dudley's gone out to his friend's house," she said darkly. "I'm so tired of his excuses. I know he goes out and drinks with his friends and I want it to stop." She had been facing him then spun around quickly and said, "And you boy, you've been covering for him all along so you're just as bad. Go to your room, I don't want to see your face out here again until those freaks come to pick you up!"

Harry stared at her then walked off to his room with an odd look on his face. He wondered how the hell that had just happened.

When he closed the door to his room he heard Petunia lock it up and he heard her say, "I'll let you out for a shower in the morning, then to use the bathroom after lunch and during that time after supper you will also brush your teeth. No person in this house will smell like a house!"

With that Harry heard her storm off. He also heard Vernon cursing under his breath.

Sighing to himself he looked over at his bed. It was only then that he realized that he wasn't the only one in the room. On his bed sat his snowy owl, Hedwig. She had two letter clasped to her talons and looked proud of herself.

He moved over to her and took the letter off her leg and said, "I left you some owl treats in your cage with fresh water."

She hooted gratefully then flew over to her silver cage, landing gracefully on her stand in it and drinking the water that had been waiting her.

Harry looked at the two letters and saw that one was from Hermione and one was from Ron. He decided to open Ron's first for a change since he always opened Hermione's first usually.

Harry,

How's it going mate? It's pretty dull round here. The you-know-what hasn't been giving us any information lately. What did you do? Dumbledore seemed furious and sent Moody to your house! What happened? You won't believe what happened but Hermione wants to tell you.

I've gotta go but Ginny wants to write something.

Talk to ya later,

Ron

Harry stared at the letter oddly. It seemed as if Ron had a hard time writing that much and it wasn't even a long letter really. He looked down underneath Ron's letter and saw a note from Ginny.

Hey Harry,

Shocking news about Madam Bones isn't it? She was so nice too. How's your summer been? It's been interesting around here. I broke up with Dean; he didn't take it too good. Neville and Luna have stopped 'seeing' each other too. They never classified their little dates as being boyfriend and girlfriend. Well I've gotta go.

See you soon!

Ginny

Harry stared at the other shorter then normal letter and got the same feeling as he had while reading Ron's that she had found it hard writing that much. He didn't get it! If Sirius was alive he could always write him and ask him what's going on.

He felt his heart constrict a little when he thought about Sirius. Harry had to admit he felt very guilty all of a sudden. He hadn't thought about Sirius in along time. He promised Sirius last year in his mind when he was in a coma that he'd never forget him.

Sighing to himself he desperately attempted to rid his mind of these guilty thoughts. He knew now that it wasn't his fault that Sirius had died but Bellatrix's. He could blame himself for Mark's death though without any doubts that it wasn't his fault.

Deciding to get his mind off all thoughts like that he picked up Hermione's letter and started reading it.

Harry,

I really, really miss you! How's your summer been so far? How's my mom, dad and everyone? You won't believe what happened! Poor Madam Bones was found dead in her office! She wasn't even killed with the killing curse, it was with a gun! That's disgusting! Susan's here now too along with me, the Weasleys, Neville, his grandmother, Luna and her dad. That's only some of the people here but no one's touched your room. It's still yours. Well I must be off; Mrs. Weasley is yelling that it's dinner. I miss you.

Love,

Hermione

Harry nearly fell off the edge of his bed when he read her letter. Sure it was longer then Ron and Ginny's but that didn't mean that it still wasn't short, especially for the girl who when you asked for a page long essay handed in sixteen pages!

He couldn't believe that Madam Boones had been murdered! She had been nicer to him in his trial two years ago then anyone else from the Ministry. From what Hermione said he assumed that she had been shot probably just after everyone else left and slowly bled to death over the night since she was found in the morning. The poor woman…

He got up and got out three sheets of clean parchment and instead of using a quill, which could be frightfully hard to write with at times, he decided to us a muggle pen. He didn't know why they just didn't use pens at school, it seemed more practical and it didn't use any electricity so the magic wouldn't interrupt with it.

He once again got the feeling that Hermione didn't want to talk to him much. Well he knew she wanted to talk to him more then Ron or Ginny did but there was this feeling of distance he got every time they sent a letter.

Harry got up before starting to write his letter to Hermione and found his CD walkman he had bought. Putting in a CD that a girl in the store had recommended he listened to the words intently.

So I changed huh? You got a phone pick it up call me.

How Come... we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine... We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down... ain't no way no how
This bullshit can't be true
We Family... ain't a damn thing changed... unless it's you!

Hermione,

I'm fine, how are you? I was having a great summer until Petunia decided to lock me up in my room once again. Can't wait until I get there! Your mother gave me a photo album of my mother…well it's pretty much her and my mom in every photo. I didn't know they were friends, did you? I don't have anything to do right now but my homework, which I was surprised to see you didn't ask about. I'm sorry for whatever it was I did to make you and everyone else so mad. You letters, along with Ron and Ginny's a so short (for you guys) and nobody else contacts me at all. I should do my homework now. Miss ya!

Love,

Harry

We were so young
So full of life and vibrance,
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
And a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did... Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it We grew up, grew apart as time went by us...
And I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
Much as your pride tries to hide it. You're cold
Your touch is just like ice.
And in your eyes is a look of resentment.
I can sense it and I don't like it.

It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse

On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
Fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
For I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
Worthless bitch that I wasn't with
I woulda hit it and quit
But you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved with her
You would smoke in the car with her
Coming outta the bar with her
Stumbling half drunk
Like you were husband and wife or somethin
But me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
Cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
When all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
You acting like I ain't your man and lying like she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
Don't hate the game or the player
The one that's changing is you.

Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. Fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin
And poof it just happens.
But Proof is just acting out the part he was thrown, Shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
Since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intelligence,
That's forever till the end.
I see the hatred in your eyes, and the Satan in your lies,
Ain't wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And every time I go to hear you play, you look away,
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.

People say when they hear certain songs the music just seems to talk to them. Harry had thought they were a little stupid along time ago but now he thought about it. This song, with people describing how they became distant with their friends made him think about his predicament until the answer came to him.

They were scared of him.

Well not just him. They were scared of dying as well. There was a slight tug at his heart at the thought of his friends being killed brutally.

He closed his eyes as he heard his mother's screams as she died echo through his mind and his father's yells for her to run. He saw Cedric falling to the ground unexpectedly. He saw Sirius falling through the veil. He saw Mark lying on the ground, dead.

The memories hurt him, but he knew he'd have to live with them for as long as he lived. It was just that fact that his friends didn't feel too comfortable around him anymore. Especially Hermione, that hurt more then anything else in his mind, even more then when Cho said she was going to the Yule Ball with Cedric in fourth year.

Petunia had stayed true to her word and had actually come up and gave Harry some food. It wasn't much, some bread, cheese and a small bottle of water. It tasted odd to him, like it had been sitting somewhere for awhile and was just at its expiry date. He gave half of it to Hedwig because she was hooting feebly from hunger, having eaten all of her food before hand. Now he was the one hungry because as Ron would say he was a growing boy.

His stomach growled lightly as he rolled over in his sleep. His dark green eyes were moving under his closed lids quickly and he was obviously having a nightmare.

Letting out a light whimper he muttered, "Hermione…Ron…"

Dream

Hermione was sitting in a corner sobbing quietly. His knees were tucked against her chest and she was rocking back and fourth. Her face was splotched red and her voice seemed to quiver from time to time.

Ron was struggling with something, constantly being pulled back. His face was slowly turning purple and he looked like he was about to be suffocated. There was a large amount of snakes in the room.

There were two people on the floor he didn't know. One was a girl with jet black hair and the other was a boy with light red hair. They were both breathing but seemed to be doing it painfully.

Neville, Ginny and Luna all seemed to be trapped in a corner. All were bleeding badly and looked like they were about to faint.

There was a lot more people around that he could see were either dead or dying.

Remus was looking around terrified at something and was trying to get to the students in the middle of the room but it was pointless. Tonks lay on the ground breathing roughly and there was two other woman who's images were to blurry to see. All he knew was that one had light red hair and the other hand bright blond.

The largest and most lethal looking snake's red eyes seem to flicker at the direction Harry was watching from and hissed dangerously, starting to make its way over to the people.

End Dream

Harry sat up straight, breathing heavily. Sweat coursed down his face in the bucket loads. His dream wasn't long but it was enough to give him a scare. He knew it wasn't something coming from Voldemort and something told him that it wasn't a vision of the future either because his scar hadn't prickled at it.

Rolling off his bed and walking to the window he placed his hand again its cool, smooth surface and said to himself, "It's a warning, a warning of what might come."

His hand clenched into a fist roughly. Looking through the window he saw Dudley sneak out of the house and into a car that was waiting in the street. He glanced up at the house before taking off and saw Harry looking out at him. When Harry passed him in the halls between bathroom breaks Dudley would give him death glares for getting him caught. It actually wasn't Harry's fault but attempting to explain that to an angry Dudley is as pointless as trying to teach Grawp how to speak Spanish. It might be possible someday but not for a really long time. Dudley gave him a smug smirk and continued on his way.

Harry felt like strangling something at that moment. He settled on taking his already flat pillow into his hands and strangled it roughly in his hands, picturing it was somebody's neck. He settled on the face of Clara Pettigrew because her face hadn't been nearly as frightening or unpleasant to look at like Voldemort's, Bellatrix's or Wormtail's was.

After throwing the strangled object to the floor roughly yet silently he stormed over to the broken desk that was in his room, pulled out the very uncomfortable chair and pulled a piece of parchment and a pen in front of him. He didn't write much, all he did was write,

Hermione, Ron, Ginny and anyone else it might concern,

I know you're afraid of being friends with me for fear of death. That's alright, if you really don't want to be friends we don't even have to talk anymore.

Harry

After sealing the letter in an envelope he gave the letter to a bored looking Hedwig and she gladly took it for him with great relief of having something to do.

Harry sat on his bed again taking deep breaths to calm himself down. One thing about him was that both Lily and James Potter had terrible tempers so it was like both their tempers had been passed on to their son, which was never a good thing.

On day three of his imprisonment he was looking out the window when he saw somebody appear in the Grangers yard. He looked at the girl oddly, she had a bushy wave of what looked like dyed brown hair and seemed to be about 12 years of age.

He studied her for a minute before saying to himself with surprise, "Nicola?"

It was indeed Nicola Granger. She had dyed her hair for some reason that summer. All Harry knew was that she went into her old home.

He remembered what Hermione had said at the end of last year about how they might come home just to get a few things. He guessed that they were coming separately just in case things got hairy with the Grangers when Hermione was there like he knew it could. That girl had a fiery temper on her too.

As she closed the door behind her Harry saw whoever it was she showed up with apparate away. He could hear the crack through his window so he assumed it was someone newer. As you got better with apparating then there would be less sound. He knew Dumbledore didn't even have to make a sound while Fred and George were louder then his own yelling.

On Hermione's persuasion in one letter he had started studying 'the art' of Apparation because on his birthday he could take a test to do it. This was one of the things Harry did indeed one to learn so he didn't put up much of a struggle against her when she sent the books and demanded they be read.

Now that he thought about it all this was only done in a few lines as well…

Sighing to himself he sat on his bed again and started reading more about what he would be attempting to do in about a weeks time.

Author's Note

Alright, this chapter's shorter but if I would have kept going I would have fell asleep reading it over and I know most of you will two. If none of this makes sense to you then…THANK GOD! I wrote it and it doesn't make sense to me. LOL, stupid Harry with his confusing emotions.

Thank you guys for all the great reviews! You guys are THE greatest ever!!!

Hope to update soon! Now for the first time in this fic…replies to the reviews! WOOT!

Also in like a day and a half I got AROUND 59 or something like that (can't remember which) reviews for the first chapter of this and Half Blood Prince! Really, you are the best!!!! I'm serious!

WIZ1 – Yeah it's starting a little slow but like you said most fanfics do. Actually a lot of stories do to. Thanks for being the first reviewer. Harry singing isn't going to be common cause like I said he's not THAT good, its just mentions of him playing songs mostly.

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