Little Spark of Madness

by bluesands22

The war was lost as the light left Harry and Hermione's eye's at the end of Voldemort's wand. The light lost. A choice is given: Peace or Pain. After they are sent to 1975 to try and change the outcome of the war they find themselves with a new life. With new lives, new problems arise. How will they help with the war and figure out their own futures? Mione/Sirius, Mione/Lucius

14. Chapter 14

Title: Little Spark of Madness

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in anyway, that belongs to JK Rowlings. I don't make any money from this either. I just do it for fun :) All original characters are my own, those would be the ones that you don't recognize from the books.

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"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

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McGonagall Cottage

Stepping through the floo into her home she finally let her shoulders drop as tears escaped her for the first time that night. Reaching down untying her shoes angrily. Standing up as she yanked the delicate hair comb from her hair. She paused seeing Harry, James, Remus and Peter all staring at her from their makeshift sleeping area on the floo room floor. They had waited up for her.

Her brother started to stand and she just sighed, "I really don't want to discuss it tonight Harry. Thank you guys for waiting up for me. I appreciate it, but…. I just want to go to sleep and pretend that never happened."

Harry nodded slowly as his hands gripped the pillow on his lap, "Was he at least nice to you?"

Hermione just looked at her brother for a moment before she nodded once realizing that they were worried about her. "When he was there yes. However I think I maybe spent thirty minutes total with him tonight at the ball, after hours of wondering where he was since he was supposed to be getting me a drink. I did however get to dance with Lucius Malfoy who I am pretty sure was hitting on me. Mr. Black who consistently snuck up on me to ask about what I was thinking or plotting. And finally, Lord Zambini, who thinks that I would make a great fifth wife for him, because apparently I look like I have good hips for bearing boys! I never thought I would be so thankful to Lucius Malfoy for rescuing me from that old man, because your friend was nowhere to be found."

Looking to James she tried a small smile, "I am quite jealous that your parents don't make you go to that. I hope I never have to go again." Turning back to the rest of the boys, "Good night."

With that she took her leave and climbed the stairs to her room.

Harry watched as his sister ascended the stairs before turning to his friends, "I might kill Sirius tomorrow."

The three boys nodded their heads in agreement before James spoke up, "Earlier before you spoke with him privately I invited him over tomorrow for a game of Quidditch. I think that we will need to finally have a chat with our dear friend instead. You don't treat a lady like that."

Harry turned to the other after thinking about things, "Who the hell is Lord Zambini? Did she say fifth wife?"

James just cringed, "His first wife had a daughter and unfortunately she and the baby girl died from birth complications. Wives two, three and four all either died from accidents or illness. I think two of his daughters might be still alive, but they are with a nanny in another country."

Harry looked at his friends horrified, "What! Why? Why haven't the aurors looked into it?"

Remus shrugged his shoulders, "They looked until they were paid off. The Zambini's have a lot of money. Not like the Malfoys, Potter, or Blacks, but a lot. If James here decided to go on a killing spree, as long as he didn't get caught in the act. His parents could have him out of Azkaban before he saw the front doors of it."

Harry just thought about it for a moment, "That man isn't going near my sister again. He is old enough to have had four wives and four kids. She is 15 and I prefer her breathing."

The others nodded mutely before lying back down to get what sleep they could.

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The next day Harry and the others had breakfast and flooed to James' house before Hermione ever woke up. He assumed his sister had most likely stayed up even later stressing over the evening.

It was mid day, snow was covering the grounds and the winds had picked up. The boys were still out in it on their brooms flying around the pitch that the Potter had installed on their grounds for the boys years ago.

Sirius had yet to show, but they knew he had probably slept in as well. As the day progressed Peter halted on his broom pointing out Sirius walking towards them from the back door of the Manor.

Harry was the first down as he ignored the calls from James and Remus about cooling down, he had been in an aggressive mood all day as it built while waiting for him to show up.

Landing about five feet from Sirius as he stormed over and punched Sirius in the nose hearing it crack as he dropped to the ground. "YOU LEFT HER ALONE! I ASKED YOU TO WATCH OUT FOR HER! BE THERE FOR HER! AND YOU DITCHED HER PRACTICALLY THE FIRST MOMENT YOU COULD!"

Sirius just looked up at Harry as he fumed before getting angry himself ignoring the blood running down his face from his throbbing nose, "JUST LIKE JAMES YOU GO OFF OFF WITHOUT HEARING THE WHOLE THING. I HAD A REASON FOR LEAVING HER! MAYBE YOU ARE A POTTER!"

James stepped forward grabbing Sirius by the collar of his shirt, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL SIRIUS? WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

With that the three boys started an all out fight as Remus and Peter tried to break up the friends before they hurt one another too badly. Not being about to get between them Remus turned to Peter, "Go get Mr. Potter now!"

As Peter scampered off Remus tried for a few minutes to separate them before giving up entirely stepping back as he waited for Charlus to appear.

He didn't have to wait for long before the three boys were separated magically out of arm's reach of each other. Looking up he saw Charlus and Dorea running towards them with looks of confusion on their faces.

Charlus looked between the three of them for a moment seeing the new bruises forming, lips cut, a few bloodied noses here and there. Nothing that his wife couldn't patch up when he was finished with them. "What is going on with you three boys? You are all friends."

All three of them started speaking at once. Charlus and Dorea tried to keep up as fast as they could, but everything was getting jumbled.

"He left her…"

"He called Harry a Potter…"

"I said there was a reason…."

"Fifth wife…"

"Apparently I have anger issues…"

"I asked him to watch out for her…"

"I tried too, but I can't help…"

"She doesn't deserve this…"

"Stupid Malfoy…."

"I guess he believes his mother's lies…"

"She was scared to go in the first place…"

"It is not like I wanted too…"

"You left her Sirius!"

"I tried too…"

"She was crying…"

Dorea closed her eyes for a moment before raising her hand, "Boys."

Everyone slowed down as they quieted looking at her, "That was just confusing. Now you all need to remember that you are friends. Would you like to know got from your blow up?" She looked around at all the boys with a stern look. "That you all care about Hermione, and for some reason she was hurt last night. Not physically, but emotionally."

The boys looked at one another ashamed that they had resorted to violence.

Dorea looked at Sirius with nothing other than a mother's love as she spoke calmly, "Why did you leave Hermione alone last night Sirius? In all that mess I believe you kept saying there was a reason? And that you didn't want too? Please explain Dear."

Sirius flushed as he tried to hold back his emotions, "I didn't plan on leaving her alone. I asked her when we got there if she wanted a drink. She nodded so I went to get her one, but Abraxas Malfoy and Terino Lestrange were there and told me that we needed to talk. I didn't have a chance to tell her before they took me into his study. I was there for hours… they kept asking when I… was going to take my place. They asked if they should bring in Hermione, but I told them no. I didn't want her there."

He turned and looked at a stunned Harry, "I was mean to her so they wouldn't think she was important to me."

He looked down at the grass, "I won't be nice to her while my mother is trying to get her. I…. maybe my mother will give up and try something else. I… I don't want Hermione near my family, you don't get it. They are the worst kind of people. Your sister would be forced to join him as my wife. If I showed anyone that I cared what happened to her… they would take her and use her against me."

He looked back to Harry, "It was almost one in the morning when I saw her again, I asked her to dance, we did. And then after a while she asked to leave. When I went to get her coat Lord Lestrange was there again, which is why it took me so long. I flooed her to my house first so I could explain what happened, but she just…. Went off on me and then flooed home. I thought about following her, but it was two in the morning. With what happened she was upset, I get it. I just didn't want her to get hurt like I wa… I didn't want her to get hurt."

Everyone was silent for a few minutes until Harry stepped forward pulling Sirius into a hug, "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Sirius just shrugged his shoulders as he hugged Harry back before the boys separated, "I don't know… I didn't want her to know. You two seem to tell each other everything, it had to seem real."

James tilted his head in confusion, "Why? Wouldn't it make things better for you? She might be able to help?"

Charlus and Dorea stepped back as they listened to the boys, they knew Sirius was getting older and his parents would be expecting him to join them sooner or later. They were running out of time and they both knew they needed their own plan.

Their blood ran cold hearing Sirius' answer, "No. They would use her to force me into something. Don't you get it. They take the things you care about and then break them. Do you want your sister to be broken?"

Harry just frowned and everyone could see the war raging in his head before he answered, "She already was Sirius, and she has managed to put herself back together. I think you all fail to remember how we got here, Hermione and I… we have seen more of the war than any of you have. You're underestimating how strong she is. After..." His mind drifted back to Malfoy Manor when he was locked in the dungeon listening to her screams as Bellatrix was having her girl time.

Clearing his throat he knew the spin that they had agreed on if it ever came time to talk about their 'past'. It was all partially the truth. "You all know we lived in seclusion, we rarely left our home. Where did you all think we were as our parents where killed? At school? No, we were home schooled. We were there together in that house, we tried to run but, we were caught. I've listened to my sister scream until she couldn't. I lost count of the curses that I heard them cast at her, but I know a hell of a lot of them were… unforgivable."

Harry looked at the different levels of shock before he stood back, he had said too much. "I should go." With that Harry grabbed his broom and flew across the grounds and through the house until he reached their floo, as he grabbed a handful of the floo powder he felt a hand lay on his shoulder.

Turning quickly he saw Charlus looking down at him with a pained expression. "Put the powder down for a moment please."

Harry sighed as he put it back before turning back to the man. "How did you get here so fast?"

Charlus gave a small smile, "As Lord of this house I set the wards so only Dorea and myself could apparate inside the walls." His smile fell as he led Harry to a couch, "Don't worry Dorea is keeping the boys outside, I just wanted to talk to you about what you said."

Harry just sat down carefully as if the chair might break if he sat too quickly, "I don't want to talk about it. I'll never forget what they did to her."

Charlus shook his head, "No, you won't. Neither will your sister. Do you understand why Sirius has been acting the way he has been towards her?"

Harry sighed, "He is protecting her. Like I asked him to do."

Charlus nodded his head and patted Harry on his leg, "When they hurt your sister? Were you hurt?"

Harry had to think about it for a moment before he shook his head, "I got tossed around, a few bruises, but nothing like they did to her. I managed to get out with help from an house elf. He let me out of the cellar and I was able to get my wand. I don't really remember what happened, I just remembered this woman sitting on Mione. Mione was screaming and crying. I shot a curse at her, I can't remember which one though. She flew across the room and that was all that mattered. I just grabbed her and our elf apparated us out of there. We ended up on a beach somewhere cold. There was a couple there that worked on healing Hermione, they took care of us till we were stronger. I don't know how, but she managed to heal Hermione so there wasn't any scars. There were a few other dangerous areas we had to get through before we were safe."

He looked up at Charlus, "We were brought to our Aunt after that, we met the Headmaster. He took some of our memories and put them in a pensive. He wanted to know what happened. We have them all back, though Hermione never took her memories of that day though. She still has them, but they are like she is watching it happen in a dream. She says it is a bit dulled."

Charlus nodded, "I am glad Albus helped you both. He mentioned you both had fought before, I just didn't know when or why."

Harry just looked at the man with a pained grin, "That wasn't the only time, just the most recent. You know who has been after us for a while. Something about a prophecy, why did you think we were in seclusion? I want to get home now, I need to talk to my sister."

Charlus nodded, "The prophecy? Do you know what it was?"

Harry stood, "Not all of it. Only that I supposedly am supposed to do something to hurt him."

With that he walked back to the floo, "Can you please tell James and the others I will see them at Kings? I think I am going to stay home the rest of the holiday. I think James and Sirius need to talk anyways."

Harry found himself wrapped in a hug, Charlus held Harry's head to his chest for a moment, "If you or your sister ever need somewhere to go. You two come straight here. You are both far too young for this."

Harry and Charlus said farewell one last time before Harry stepped through the floo. Standing in the floo room at his Aunt's for a moment before walking up to his sister's room. He knew there was going to be a long talk.

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