Chapter 4

For the past 5 hours, Harry was a mix of emotions; confusion, anger, disbelief, grief, guilt, longing and a tiny tint of happiness. He had went to the village and found some newspapers. He really was in a different universe; one where he died, but his parents lived. He didn't know how to react. Was he happy? His parents were alive, something he longed for all his life. Was he depressed? No one knows him, he's alone. Everyone who he loved is dead…because of him.

Harry had the plan set in his mind. He will not let anyone know where or who he is. He'll stay in hiding and search for the horcruxes, destroy them all, eventually submit himself to Voldemort and Viola, leave him for Dumbledore to kill. He didn't see a reason not to die.

'It's not your parents,' he reminded himself. 'They lost their son, you are someone who shares the same name from a different world, no buts.'

He apperated to London and headed to Leaky Cauldron. The tables were packed with people and waiters were scurrying around the place busily. He headed up to the counter where Tom was filling some glasses of butterbeer.

"Hello, I came to rent a room?" He said politely.

Tom turned and Harry stifled a gasp. A long, jagged scar ran down his right eye, but his usual polite face wasn't affected the tiniest by it.

"A room?" The bartender repeated. "Only suites left."

"Yeah, I'll pay at the end of 2 weeks." Said Harry. After all, he didn't have any money.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Yeh a death eater? What's up with yeh face?"

"Erm, it's severely injured after an attack." Harry lied. He had bought a normal muggle mask and a hood with a sticking charm on it. He isn't going to walk around undisguised. "I don't want to draw attention to myself."

Tom nodded glumly. "Know what it's like, people starin at yer face an' asking stuff."

Harry nodded, his past experiences were very similar.

"So how do I know you'll not run off?" Asked Tom.

"I'll give you an oath if you want." Said Harry.

Tom looked horrified. "An oath?! You're just a kid!"

"I'm nearly 18." Harry said hotly.

Tom studied him for a moment, then said. "No oath, you can stay. But no funny business either. You better pay up at the end. Got it?"

Harry nodded gratefully that he didn't ask more. The bartender came from behind the counter with a key in his hand. He glanced at Harry's empty hands.

"Where's yeh stuff?"

Got, he hates to lie. "It all got burned down from the attack. I don't have anything."

Tom was silent but didn't ask more. He then motioned Harry to follow and they headed up the stairs. Harry remembered the start of his third year when he took the Knight Bus to Leaky Cauldron. Such great days, when you are just a normal teenager who doesn't have the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Harry shook the thoughts out of his mind.

'You can't dwell on those now.' He told himself.

Tom stopped at a door and handed Harry the key. "Have a good stay."

He nodded and the bartender left. Harry unlocked the door and entered his new stay. The floor was wooden and a wooden mat lay on the entrance. There was 2 comfortable looking chairs at the middle of the room behind a glass coffee table. A canopy lay in the left corner of the room, with heavy red curtains that reminded him of his dorm at Hogwarts. A large window was behind the bed and there was a clear view of the London street from there. Harry smiled, this looks good. His exhaustion started to take over and flopped on to the bed, immediately falling asleep.

An image flashed in his mind. What is it? Something was moving…but the picture was blurry. He squinted. A…kettle? He saw a kettle burning and vibrating. It was going off. An elf came hurrying in to place it down. He saw small shelves…dishes…plates…goblets. The kitchen!

Harry's eyes snapped open and the stood up quickly from his bed. A horcrux is in the kitchens at Malfoy Manor, and now he's going to destroy it.

"Mills, I don't think we should be here." Teddy said nervously.

"Shut up!" Millie hissed, scaring her brother. "We can't be seen."

"I'm scared." Said Teddy, his bottom lip trembling. "It's not safe here. Mum and Dad told us not to walk outside this week."

"Let's just see where they are going, okay?" Said Millie and she craned her neck from behind the bushes.

Millie and Teddy had spotted some death eaters discussing something and they now are spying on them. They were currently sitting behind a thick wad of bushes and trees above the pond, listening to the death eaters' conversation. They are planning something, and Millie wants to know what.

"Millie, let's go." Teddy urged. "It's too dangerous."

"Shhhh!" Millie hissed. "Quiet!"

They listened.

"Master has been acting a bit off lately." Said the first death eater. "He's too quiet and gets angry at us if we interrupt his thoughts."

"I wonder," said the second death eater. "He's been saying something about a particular boy. What's his name again, Dolohov?"

"Harry Potter," Millie and Teddy gasped. "James Potter and the mudblood's dead kid."

Millie was confused. She knew of Harry Potter, her dad and uncles have told her about him. He was killed by You-know-who when he was a baby…right?

"But he's dead!" the third one squeaked. "The dark lord killed him."

"Exactly!" Said the first one hotly. "Do you doubt our master? The Potter baby had no chance against him, some stupid prophecy."

'Prophecy?' Millie's thoughts moved around her brain like a hurricane. She had no idea what was going on.

"The dark lord orders we are to keep a close watch on his 'personal belongings' that he gave us, we musn't disappoint him." Said the third.

"We won't." Said the second confidently.

Teddy was growing more and more uneasy each passing second they spent there. He moved towards his sister, but accidentally stepped on a twig in process.

Crunch!

The death eaters whirled around in their direction. Millie panicked. 'Oh god!'

Teddy was trembling violently.

Millie made up her mind on what to do. "Don't come out just yet."

Her brother gave her a confused look then a horrified one. Millie gave him a sorrowful glance and then pushed Teddy into the pond. He fell into the water with a small splash but didn't come up. Millie tried to comfort herself with the fact that her brother was a good swimmer.

A second later, she was pulled up roughly by two death eaters. The third one looked at her closely as she went on struggling.

"Hey, isn't this Bellatrix's niece?" He asked.

The first death eater peered at her face. "The blood trainer and the werewolf's? Could be."

"Why are you running around here, princess?" The third one sneered, his tone making her shiver.

"Maybe she lost her golden ball and came to get it!" The first one laughed.

Millie desperately tried to

"What should we do with her, Macnair?" Asked the third one.

"Give her to Bella, she'll know." Said Macnair.

Millie squeaked in fear. She never met Bellatrix, her mother or father never had her to. She heard about her merciless aunt and of what she did to people. She didn't want the pleasure of meeting her. Now, it could 't be prevented. Their grip on her arm was too tight. She closed her eyes as she disapperated. She landed in a dark room quite heavily on her leg and gave a shriek as she felt it's bone break.

The death eaters took no notice and yelled. "Bellatrix! Look who we got!"

A few seconds passed, then a slender woman with long dark hair and the most maddest eyes came into the view. Millie stared at her in horror. That was her aunt?!

Meanwhile,

Harry walked through the chilling hallways of Malfoy Manor, his memories of it fresh in his mind. The last place the Golden Trio had been before they were torn apart. He remembered Hermione's screams and the drip-drip of blood from her neck echoing in the hall. He remembered Ron sobbing over her body, muttering his love that he never told her. He remembered her funeral, and Bill and Fleur trying in vain to comfort them. Lastly, he remembered the never-ending guilt, which could have been worse than a 100 Cruciatis Curses placed on him.

He suddenly felt a cold, closing feeling. The feeling was familiar…it has to be near. He reached the kitchens and saw a house elf levitating some plates and placing them on the shelves.

Another house elf came in. "Masters calls Dobby and Minty to clean the stairs."

Harry managed to suppress a gasp of shock. That was Dobby? He looked so much smaller and dirtier than the one in his universe. Harry wondered if it was whether he never freed him 5 years ago, or because Voldemort didn't disappear for 13 years. The elf nodded to Minty and passed Harry without turning. Harry waited a moment to make sure they were gone and then stepped near to the kitchen shelf. He didn't know how, but he felt sure that the horcrux was inside the walls. He muttered some silencing spells then turned to the walls of the kitchen.

'Where are you?' He thought as he closed his eyes.

He saw a pan hanging from a hook on the wall…a set of goblets…a scruff of black hair…wait, the back of his head? Harry turned around and faced the wall behind him. He cast a revealing charm on it. Nothing happened. He then thought of something. What if it was something like the chamber of secrets? His eyes closed once again and he pictured a snake in his mind.

"Open."

Nothing happened. Harry blinked. Then suddenly, a brick went out of the wall and moved aside. The brick above it moved up. The brick below it moved down and the one on the left moved further left. He saw, to his enormous relief, the diary of Tom Riddle placed inside the hole in the wall. With trembling hands, the picked it up. The bricks placed themselves back in the order they were before, and the wall was brand new again.

'One down,' he thought to himself as he pocketed the diary. He then left the kitchens and headed back to the hallways when he heard shrieks from the hall.

'Should I check?' He thought. 'Might be them planning something.'

Harry switched directions and headed to the hall and peered through the crack on the door. His eyes widened. A girl who looked about his age was struggling under the hold of two death eaters. She had a very delicate yet determined face, with strong cheekbones and small nose. Her eyes flashed a rich amber colour and her light ochre hair shone like gold as they hung in a long braid. She wore a light teal jumper that had a picture of a muggle pop band on the front and faded blue jeans. A small moon locket was dancing on her neck as she went on struggling. Bellatrix and Lucias Malfoy was standing in front of her.

"What are we gonna do with her, Bella?" Asked the first death eater.

"Obvious!" Bellatrix huffed, her eyes never leaving the girl's. "We ask her where her house is, then we attack!"

"I will never tell you!" The girl yelled. Harry felt something familiar about her voice.

"Leave her," Lucias told the death eaters holding the girl.

They nodded and let go of her, the girl dropped to the ground and yelled, clutching her leg. It seemed to be broken. Harry started to realise what was going to happen and immediately pulled off his cloak and threw open the door, but Bellatrix's wand was already pointed at her.

"Crucio!"

Harry didn't know why he did it, but he felt like he should. He threw himself in front of the girl, thus, hitting the curse. Pain burned through his body and fell down, twitching and withering on the floor. It felt like thousands knives were tearing through his flesh. His insides were burning like a raging fire was brewing inside. The girl shrieked, her eyes wide in horror. Harry didn't scream, mainly because he didn't want to give Bellatrix the satisfaction and he didn't want to scare the girl more.

The sudden appearance of the stranger caught Bellatrix by surprise and she lowered her wand rather quickly. Her dark eyes shone in malice and madness. They narrowed.

"Well, well, well, who are you?" Lucias asked quietly, his wand pointed at him.

Harry gave him a small smirk. "Your worst nightmare."

He raised his wand and shot a stunner at him. Bellatrix yelled angrily and shot a jet of green light at him.

Harry dodged it. "Incarcerous!"

The ropes shot out of his wand and tightened around her. Harry threw a hex at her and she got knocked out.

They were down. Harry turned to the girl, who was staring at him looking slightly…impressed? "You okay?"

The girl didn't reply, but gave a shaky nod.

He held out his hand. "Let's get out of here."

The girl glanced at his hand then at her leg. Harry understood. "It's broken?"

The girl nodded again. Harry bent down and waved his wand pointed on her leg. The girl gave a shuddering gasp. Harry looked at her. "Is the pain gone now?"

The girl nodded then finally spoke up. "Why did you do that?"

She was referring to him jumping in front of her. Harry shrugged. "I didn't feel like you deserved it."

The girl was silent for a moment. "Who are you?"

Harry didn't want to say his real name so he said. "Henry."

"Henry." The girl repeated. "How did you learn to fight like that?"

Harry gave her a small smile, although she couldn't see it. "That's how I live."

The girl looked like she had more questions but didn't press, thankfully. Harry felt the elephant in the room getting bigger.

"Thank you." She said.

Harry nodded, his cheeks tinging pink. 'thank god she can't see my face!"

"Let's get out of here." Said Harry. The girl nodded seriously, Harry took out his cloak.

"What's that?" She asked curiously.

"My invisibility cloak." Said Harry and he pulled it above both of their heads. "Stay quiet now."

The girl nodded. Harry guided her out of the room and into the hallways. Once or twice, a few death eaters came their way but passed without noticing anything. The girl didn't make a sound and stood very still. Harry felt like she was indeed quite brave.

After a few minutes, they finally got out of Malfoy Manor undetected. Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak. They won't be noticed now.

"There are wards here." The girl said suddenly, looked around them. "We can't apperate."

Harry stared at her. He knew there were wards and they went on a mile but he apperated through them quite easily because of his power. He could sense powerful magic, but he didn't know how the girl could.

"I know." He said. "But I am a bit…different."

The girl studied him. "Why do you wear that mask? You aren't a death eater, that's for sure."

"I live by myself in a world of war." Said Harry tonelessly. "I prefer to keep myself unknown."

"Makes sense." Said the girl, shrugging. "You didn't tell me your real name, after all."

Harry blinked. Did the girl just see right through him or was he just a terrible liar. The girl laughed.

"I sense people emotions, it's a skill I'm born with." The girl explained. "So I can also tell when your are lying."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "I do something like that."

The girl shrugged.

"You're not even gonna ask me my real name, are you?" Harry asked.

"Nope." Said the girl. "I won't say my real name to someone I just met either."

Harry nodded and kept on walking. Suddenly there was a bang behind them. Harry pulled the girl behind him and pointed his wand at the direction of the sound. Harry's sharp ears heard the a whoosh and ducked just in time to dodge a red jet of light. The girl shrieked. Then someone stepped out from behind a tree that made Harry heart freeze.