A Different Twilight Story

A Twilight And Harley Potter Crossover

Chapter Five

Memories Of The Past

Part Two


Harley gave a pause, giving the men on the couch enough time to process everything they were just told. Sirius adjusted himself on the cushion of the black leather couch. His wavy black hair that fell to his chin was brushed away, out of his eyes as his bright stormy blue eyes stared at the table in between the sofas. Sirius's voice was slow when he spoke. He tried to find the correct words to use for such a serious situation. "Harley…is there anything else we need to know?" He questioned hesitantly. The older male wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

The seventeen year old looked away from the two oblivious children in the playpen and to where her godfather sat. Her emerald green eyes showed the pain and suffering of someone who had just went through a war, for a split second, before it disappeared and became cold and steel like, much like how any war veteran would when talking about painful memories from a battle. As the young girl gazed into Sirius's eyes, that sparkled a stormy blue, so much like his younger brothers; a sharp pain tugged at Harley's heart. She became breathless as her chest tightened in pain, before she had to turn away. No one noticed the tears that blurred her vision. They didn't notice how her breathing became erratic before calming as she took a deep lungful of air, before letting it out slowly. It still hurt too much to think about him.

"Harley?" The sound of Remus's voice bought the young girl out of her thoughts. Blinking rapidly, she pushed away the tears and looked up at her second honorary godfather with a shaky smile. There was no need to worry them. She had to be strong. She couldn't let them see her like this. Harley could not let them think she was weak. Not after everything she had been through. At the worried looks across her families face, she plastered a smile across her lips. After years of faking her feelings, this smile looked real, and almost felt real to her, almost.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry. I was just…" Harley trailed off with a frown, her emerald green eyes darkened with thought before she shook her head. 'No.' She thought to herself. 'I am not going back to those thoughts again.' The girl cleared her throat and spoke. "I was thinking on what to tell you next. After all…this isn't a happy fairytale." She remarked with a sigh. Raising pale shaking hands she rubbed her temples, trying to fight off the migraine that was beginning to build. In the back of her mind she could hear the whispering voices trying to fight against her barrier.

"Harley." Hermione stated, as she stood up from her spot on the couch beside Ron. The eighteen year old walked slowly to her best friend and stopped before her, gazing worriedly into the bright verdant eyes of her sister in all but blood. "Did you take your potion?" She demanded worriedly. The older girl knew how her friend could get. She would never remember to take her potion unless she was in pain or told to.

"I forgot." The raven beauty replied meekly. At the disapproving look on Hermione's face Harley gave an impish smile. "I promise. I'll take it after we finish this." Seeing the determined face of her best friend, Harley gave a reassuring smile. "I promise. You know I don't break my promises. Not if I can help it." Grudgingly nodding, Hermione walked back over to the couch with a sigh and shake of her curly brown head. At the look shared between Sirius and Remus, Harley's mouth twitched into a small smile. "You'll learn what we just talked about Remy and Siri." The Potter heir stated, using old nicknames they hadn't heard in years.

"After I killed Voldemort, I went down to the Atrium to see who had survived it and who became another deceased friend or family member." Harley replied with a sigh as she raised her right hand to rub her throbbing forehead. Finally turning away the two quiet children in the playpen she pushed herself away from the playpen as she looked down at the floor and fought to control her emotions. "We lost a lot of lives, almost everyone we cared about." She paused and fought the onslaught of tears that made her eyes burn.

"Ron! Hermione!" Harley hollered out in the large room that was the Atrium. The whole outsized room was a catastrophe. Glass was spread across the floor, wood from the floor and walls were seared and wrecked. The sculpture in the middle of the room was obliterated from the battle. The girl ignored the many populaces trying to congratulate her as she pushed them out of her way in a panic as she tried to find her two best friends. The three of them had been through so much together already; that Harley didn't know what she would do if she lost them today.


"Harley!" The familiar voice of Hermione called out. Harley slid to a sudden stop. Her once pounding heart gave a tight squeeze as her best girl friend pulled her into a tight hug, sobbing into her arms as she held her in her arms. "I…I thought I lost you…." The curly haired brunette whispered in her ear causing a small smile to grace the lush pink lips.

"You know me Mione, I'm too hard to kill." She winked jokingly; causing a choked sob/laugh to escape her sister, in everything but blood, light pink lips. Her eyes were watery as she continued to hug her sister tight.

"Where's Ron?" Harley questioned worriedly as she pulled away from her friend and worriedly looked around the over crowded room that was filled with bodies of the dead and sobs of the living that grieved for those they had lost. .

"I…I don't know. I lost sight of him during the battle." Hermione stated worriedly as she wiped her eyes with her dirty and torn sleeve.

"Lets go find him." Grabbing her sister's tan shaking hand she pulled Hermione through the crowd, trying to look for a familiar face. "Ron!" She yelled when she caught sight of a familiar red head of hair. He sat on what remained of the fountain. He was unmoving as his head hung down to his lap, where his hands wrung together. "Ron?" She questioned worriedly as she ran up to her brother with worry in her eyes. She leant down on her knees and looked into his tear filled sky blue eyes. Tears streamed freely down his pale freckled face as his lip quivered as he tried to stop the tears from falling.

"Harley…" Ron whispered hoarsely before tackling her into a hug. Holding her best friend in her arms she held him in a tight grip as she glanced over at her Hermione, whom sat behind them with a look of distress and worry at seeing one of the toughest person she knew, break down and cry. .

"Ron…what's wrong?" Harley questioned warily as she pushed her brother away slowly to look in his haunted and anguished filled eyes. She knew that look well and it could only mean one thing. "Oh…Ron." The girl whispered brokenly as she pulled him into another hug. She felt tears blur in her eyes as she held onto her best mate, her brother, as if her own lift depended on him.

"They…all…Mum…Dad…all of them." The boy choked out in a sob. Harley's bright, dazzling, emerald green eyes glistened with tears as they slid down her pale cheeks slowly. Her throat tightened painfully as she gave a choked out sob of her own. She bit down on her lip as she squeezed her eyes tight. Hermione, Harley and Ron held onto each other tightly as they cried for those they had lost. Harley had once again, lost those she thought as family. She didn't know if she could handle any more heartache.

"Come on…we have to gather everyone…all the…" Harley cut herself short. She couldn't bring herself to say that painful word, dead. She had used it far too much in her short years of life. She hoped she'd never have to use that word again when it came to someone she cared about. Slowly and silently the last remaining survivors from the battle began to gather the remaining bodies of the deceased. As everyone finished gathering those that had fallen, Harley, Hermione and Ron stood silently as they gazed down at all those who had lost their lives to save those from a life full of hell.

"I…I'm so sorry Ron." The raven-haired girl whispered in a choked voice. She pulled away from her brother and began to wander down the long line of broken, lifeless, bodies. She collapsed on her knees as she came across the Weasley family. Molly and Arthur Weasley lay side by side, holding one another's hand as they rest to sleep forever. Percy was on his fathers left, his neck looked as if it was torn out, making bile rise in the young Potters throat. Charlie's body, which lay besides Percy's had deep gashes across his chest, arms and legs, but they were now dry and held a deep burgundy colored tint. She gave a small groan as her stomach bubbled and burned with nausea as she stood before the lifeless bodies of the Weasley's.


"We had already lost Bill Weasley, Mad Eye Moody and Ron's cousins, some of them anyways, at the Battle of Hogwarts." She stated with a sad smile. "As you already have been told, the Battle Of Hogwarts happened six months before the Battle of the Ministry of Magic." Seeing the nods from Remus and Sirius she continued to speak. "There were two other big battles beside the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. One took place at Diagon Alley, two months after Hogwarts. The Battle Of Hogsmeade happened a month after Diagon Alley." Harley explained with a frown. "The Battle Of Diagon Alley happened when myself, Ron and Hermione had gone to acquire something of Gringotts…" She trailed off with a frown.

"We thought we'd get it done easily with no problems." A cynical humorless laugh escaped her lips. "Knowing me though, nothing ever goes the way it's suppose to." Sighing heavily she bit down at her bottom lip. "Voldemort and the Ministry of Magic put out an alert for all witches, wizards and magical creatures to capture me on sight. Ever since Voldemort controlled it he made it harder for me to kill him, and easier for him to try and get me captured." She shook her head with a frown as she brushed her hair out of her face. "My life had defiantly gone to hell that year." She murmured thoughtfully.


Dark gray and black clouds covered the once bright and clear blue sky of Diagon Alley. Many witches and wizards stuck together as they hurriedly went to different stores and not dawdle more than was needed to get their desired objects or items. No longer did voices speak loud and clearly, but silently and in murmuring whispers as they warily gazed around the once cheerful and colorful shopping center. Of course, the shopping center was still as crowded as it once was, but now it held a feeling of danger. Dark times had arrived, and the calm before the storm was lingering above their heads, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. "This is NOT a good idea Harley." A brown haired woman with honey brown eyes hissed as another other women walking beside her. A taller male walked with them as they walked past shop after shop, heading towards Gringotts Bank. The group stood tall and ignored those around them.

"I know. But we have no other choice. We need that item." She shushed with a glare as she looked at her sister in everything but blood. She had a tall figure, with black hair that cascaded down her back and into her emerald green eyes. The woman was tall, standing about five foot nine. A black cloak covered her face, hiding it in the shadows.

"Is it just me…or do you two get the feeling that this won't end well?" A red haired male with bright sky blue eyes and a muscular build questioned quietly. It was defiantly going to end with danger with what they were doing.

Harley tightened her grip around the small cup of Helga Hufflepuff. A t-shirt wrapped around the dangerous object as they swiftly made their way towards the Leaky Cauldron. This was going to work. Nothing had happened yet. Which was a relief. Maybe something was finally going right for once? Ignoring the annoying nagging voice, that sounded exactly like Professor Snape, the traitorous bastard. The Golden Trio continued to make their way swiftly towards the Leaky Cauldron, hoping that nothing would happen.

At the first sound of a scream, the three friends froze before turning to look over at what caused the screaming. Hearts caught in the throats of the trio as the turned to look at the black-cloaked figures of Death Eaters. "Oh damn." The raven-haired girl murmured before turning and running into the nearest store, which just happened to be Weasley Wheezes Wizards. Slamming the shut door her eyes scanned the over crowded room with worry tinted eyes. "Fred…George!" She hollered over the loud voices that screamed and yelled interior.

"Harley?" Two voices questioned in unison, causing the girl to pause in her pushing and shoving of everyone in her way. Two familiar red haired men, around the age of eighteen appeared in her line of sight.

"Oh thank Merlin. Are you two okay?" The girl questioned with a sigh of relief. The twins made to answer when the sudden sound of a loud booming shook the foundation, causing the younger female to hold out her hands to balance herself on the vibrating floor.

"We're fine. What's happening?" The young adults questioned. Their bright blue eyes gazed around at the frantic civilians hiding inside their store. Harley ran an anxious hand through her hair as she bit down on her bottom lip. Her teeth gnawed at her plump pink lip in thought as a thoughtful glint appeared in her amazingly bright verdant green eyes.

"Death – Eaters are attacking. I need all of your best offensive merchandise you have and hand it over. I'm taking these arseholes down." The Chosen One, a title she absolutely despised, ordered in her usual 'listen to me or else' voice.

"Sir yes sir!" Fred and George Weasley called out with a wink before turning away and disappearing through the large crowd of still panicking wizards and witches.

Harley gave a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. Even in a dire situation, they always know how to make her laugh. "Alright listen up!" Harley yelled out over the screaming and crying group. Her yelling did nothing over the loud voices, causing her usual bright eyes to darken in annoyance. Shoving those in her way she reached the front desk and jumped up onto the counter and turned to face the witches and wizards before her. Putting her pointer finger and middle finger in her mouth she gave a sharp whistle that echoed through the decent size room. "Shut the bloody hell up and listen to me alright?" She ordered, more than asked the group. Silence descended upon the group as they looked up at their 'Savior'. "Now, I want all those witches and wizards that can fight to move towards the left side of the room." The raven haired beauty waited patiently as the group of men, women, teenagers and children shuffled around each other and only those that could fight moved over to the left side of the room.

"Those that are too young to fight, move to the right side of the room." She demanded as she used her hand to point to the right side of the room. Her pale skin seemed to glisten in the light as she stood underneath the bright light of the store. "Everyone else that is old enough to weld a wand, but not yet of age, remain in the middle of the room. I may just have use for you." Emerald green eyes flickered around and mentally counted how many witches and wizards could fight that stood at the left side of the room and then those that couldn't or could help her in some way. "Alright, those that can fight are coming with me. Those that can't are to remain inside this building and hide. Those that can help me, are going to help me by using some of the twins products." At the mention of the twins, they appeared behind her, their hands full of their products.

"Let's move out!" Harley hollered before jumping down off the desk. This was going to get a whole hell of a lot worse.

The battle seemed to have blurred in a mixture of colors and noises. Flashing of deadly green and reds made the night sky flare of with colors of the rainbow. Cries of pain and sinister laughter echoed through the alleyway. Harley dodged and spun out of the way of dangerous spells and continued to duel more then two Death – Eaters at once. Sweat clung to her neck and face as it dripped down the side of her face. Black raven hair clung to her pale face and neck as she continued to run and try her best to save those she could.

"Itty bitty Pothead has come to play." A cackling voice echoed through the rush of sounds and colors. Harley's back stiffened at the familiar voice, causing her anger to boil to the surface. Spinning on her heel to face the biggest and craziest bitch alive, she glared, her eyes darkened irately as shadows darkened her face, almost hiding it from view.

Harley didn't make a reply, but quickly shot out a dark spell. She didn't give a damn about speaking to the crazy bitch, just to kill her. With a cackle Bellatrix dodged the spell. "Naughty, naughty Pothead. Have you been doing bad things?" The crazed woman mockingly questioned as she too shot out a spell. Harley side stepped it and raised an eyebrow at the black haired woman across from her. The two witches ignored those around them that continued to fight against each other. It almost looked like they had an invisible bubble around them. "Too afraid to reply?" The woman questioned with dark glint in her equally dark eyes.

"Just don't want to waste my breath on you." Harley replied in a bored tone.

"You little – "

"In Consectetur! (Explode within)" The sickly yellow spell shot out of her wand and zoomed towards Bellatrix. Bellatrix swiftly but up a shield, causing the spell to rebound and fly off at an angle, hitting another unfortunate victim. The yellow spell seemed into the Death –Eaters clothing, causing him to stop as the spell quickly took affect. The man's skin became a yellow shaded color before dark looking spots grew on his skin. Without another word that man's organs quickly exploded outward, and onto the near by witches and wizards. Bellatrix and Harley gave a pause as they looked at the spell in surprise. "Well, wasn't that interesting?" She questioned rhetorically. She had never really tried any of the spells she created on a living human being before. Without another word she yelled out another spell, causing their small battle to renew. Flashes of spells flared between the two witches over the next few minutes, making the many others around them pause for short moments to watch the amazingly intense fight. "Frigidus in glaciem! (Freeze to ice)" The ice blue colored spell shot out from her gleaming Holly wood wand and towards Bellatrix. The unexpected witch didn't have enough time to cast a shield to stop the spell from hitting her. The spell connected to its intended target, causing ice to slowly rise up the vulpous form, causing a pained scream to admit from the crazy witches mouth as the biting cold ice continued to cover her before turning her to solid ice. "Sine conlidam!" The greenish blue spell swirled as it shot out from the defensive standing sixteen year old, connecting to the witch that was frozen solid, much like a statue. As the spell connected to the witches body, the ice and body shattered into thousands of pieces, shooting at different angles, causing screams of disgust to admit from the surrounding witches and wizards.

Silence descended upon the once loud and rambunctious crowd of fighting witches and wizards. "Expelliarmus!'" As a voice suddenly hollered out the disarming spell, chaos ensued once again, causing the fighting to recommence. Harley dodged and ducked out of stray spells that flew by her as she searched for her friends. Her emerald green eyes flickered past many familiar and unfamiliar faces. She came to a sudden stop as she recognized to familiar faces, the twins. Her heart lodged in her throat as four bright green beams of light shot out of the Death – Eaters wands and towards the Weasley twins. "No! Fred! George! Watch out!" She screamed as her voice once again worked after a few short breathless moments. Bright eyes glistened with tears of despair as she watched her brothers, all but in blood; fall to the stone cobble stone ground of Diagon Alley. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, making her feel winded and ill to her stomach.

The sound of laughing voices, from the Death – Eaters, emitted a furious anger that bubbled in her veins, making her see red. With out a second thought, she began to expel out dark and deadly spells, many of them hitting the four Death – Eaters that had just killed her brothers, her good friends.


Harley snapped herself out of the memory, remembering their deaths was always hard, as hard as remembering killing and torturing innocents, just to end that bloody fucking war. She looked over to see the group looking at her worriedly. More than likely they were wondering if she was all right in the head. Which she most defiantly wasn't? But who really was? After seeing and going through what she had been through. "I killed Bellatrix Lestrange that damn. The bloody bint deserved it. Crazy as a nutter that one was." She stated with a shake of her head, making her unruly raven locks of hair flutter around her shoulders.

Remus and Sirius remained silent as their 'goddaughter' continued to talk to herself. Their own faces had gone rather pale at the small memory the young seventeen year old had just told them. It was rather unnerving knowing your goddaughter, someone that you deeply cared her, had created dangerous and terrifying spells to kill others, to torture them. And to know that she had, had tortured innocents, those that she was suppose to protect, left an unsettled feeling in the pit of their stomachs and a nasty taste in their mouths. Remus could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface, knowing that the one reason why she tortured and killed was because of them, the wizards and witches that continued to push her until she snapped. Sirius could feel the stiff muscles of Remus who sat beside him. Giving his hand a tight squeeze he rubbed his thumb on his hand, to calm him. It was never good for Remus to get angry.

Ron and Hermione sighed silently as they watched their best friend with a worried frown. Those months she had been taken from them, and tortured, had left an effect on the girl, not only on her body, but also on her mind. Without any glamour spells, she would never have been able to wear short sleeves, tang tops, wife beaters or shorts without showing the marks left on her body. Though it was difficult to really see any of the marks, as they had been thoroughly cleaned and healed, there was still some of those scars left that hadn't been able to be healed fully. "Harley!" Ron called out, stopping his friends angry muttering about Bellatrix and Death – Eaters. Harley froze and looked over to her best friend. Her eyes blinked once, then twice, before clearing.

"Oh, right." Harley replied with a nod. "There was the Battle of Hogsmeade, which was where I faced off with Voldemort once again." She stated with a tired sigh. "He wanted to see if he could kill me then, but I wasn't going to let him." Her gaze flickered over to Hermione and Ron who looked uncomfortable and sick to their stomachs. "That was when he got me, knocked me unconscious and took me to his…manor." Her skin became even paler than it already was, becoming almost sickly pale. "Hogsmeade was horrible…but it was worst for me…"


"Move! Move! Move!" Harley hollered out in a loud yell as she continued to push those in her way towards Hogwarts and away from the battle occurring in the small little town. Children screamed in terror as bright flashes of light from spells shot through out the street. The young sixteen year old was slowly nearing her seventeenth birthday, continued to order those defenseless, to move towards the school. Adult witches and wizards continued to fight against the Death – Eaters that had appeared so suddenly in the late December afternoon. The raven haired Potter heir looked quickly around the small town, ignoring those that had already fallen. Her bright gaze landed on a small child standing in the middle of the battle, crying in terror. With a pounding heart Harley took off running towards the small child, pushing random witches and wizards out of her way as she threw out spells at any Death Eater that tried to get in her way. Harley made a lunge as she noticed the dark red spell whizzed towards the child. Her muscular pale arms wrapped around the child's small four year old body and spun herself so her back faced the spell.

The red spell connected to her back, causing a cry of pain to admit from her mouth as she fell to the floor, holding the small child to her. The young girl continued to cry in terror, as bloody mud seeped into her clothes, dirtying her blond hair. Her sky blue eyes looked up to Harley who lay panting in pain on the dirty ground, covering the girl with body, to stop any spell from reaching the small child. With her hand gripping her Holly wood wand she raised it and quickly muttered any spell that filtered to the top of her mind. Pushing herself up on shaky legs, Harley quickly lifted the small child in her arms, holding the little girl in her right hand, as her left held her wand and continued to call out spells. Her muscles burned with pain from the Cruciatus curse as she forced herself to jog towards the nearest witch that was heading to the school, so they could take the child with them.

"Hermione!" She hollered as she recognized the familiar head of chocolate golden brown hair. The brown haired girl turned quickly and towards the sound of the voice that called out to her.

"Harley!" Hermione called back as she threw out another spell before making her way to her best friend. The small child in Harley's tightened her grip around the sixteen year old neck. Her small legs wrapped around her waist as Harley continued to hold the child tightly with one arm as the other pushed or tossed out a spell with her wand. The two young teenagers stopped before each other, eyes scanning over one another, looking for any sign of the other hurt. Hermione, always the one to notice the signs of when Harley was hurt, noticed the shaking of her legs and arms, as if they were strained. "What happened?" The brunette questioned, quickly dogging a spell thrown at her. A small cut decorated her flawless skin chest. The scar had long since stopped bleeding.

"I saved this little one from a Crucio. It hit me instead." Harley replied, adjusting her grip on the small grip. Hermione's gaze quickly snapped to the child in her arms. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she seemed to recognize whom this child was. "What?" The emerald verdant-eyed beauty questioned with curiosity.

"Do you know who her parents are?" Hermione questioned with a raise of her eyebrow. She tossed out another spell as a Death Eater tried to sneak up on the two friends. Harley shook her head as she called out a spell, hitting a Death – Eater that was torturing a witch a few feet away.

"No." Harley replied, before switching her hold on the girl. She now held the small child in her right arms, her wand gripped in her left as she shot out a spell, stopping a Death – Eater from moving towards them.

"That's Lyra Iris Malfoy, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy's daughter." Hermione stated in her know-it-all voice.

"Pro – wait what?" Harley questioned, her surprise clear in her voice, as she looked to her best friend and then at the blond haired, blue-eyed child in her arms. Innocent eyes looked back up at her, making it difficult for Harley to try and even dislike the angelic little girl.

"She's Malfoy's daughter. Draco Malfoy's little sister." Hermione replied, throwing out another spell, ignoring the surprised look that had grazed her best friends face.

"Harley! Hermione!" A voice cut off Harley's demand of questions she was about to spew out. The two girls snapped their heads towards the voice to see Ron Weasley running through the many fights, making his way towards his two best friends.

"Thank Merlin you're alright. I need –" Harley gave a sharp intake of breath as she stumbled back, her eyes blurred in tears as her head began to throb in pain. "Oh no…he's here." She groaned, feeling her friend's hands on her arms to keep her balanced. "Look…I want you two to get out of here. Go help everyone else you can, take this one to Hogwarts. I'm sure her parents are worried." She muttered through clenched teeth. Taking deep breaths she tried to ignore the throbbing in her head. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she opened them and slowly unlatched the small child off of her, and gave her to Hermione. Lyra Malfoy gave a cry and began to scream and yell, as she tried to fight back and go back to Harley. "You're going somewhere safe sweatheart. I'll see you again." Harley reassured the young child before looking to Ron. Ignoring hermione who was hushing the small girl. "Watch them. I don't want anything to happen to them. Watch Hermione especially. Since she's muggleborn and my best friend, it'll make the Death Eaters more prone to try and kidnap her. The Death – Eaters won't do anything to the kid. She's Malfoy's daughter, Lucius Malfoy's." Harley stated to her friend.

Ron's eyes widened as his eyebrows rose in surprise. He didn't know how the two girls knew that, but he wasn't about to ask either. "You don't even have to ask Harley. You know I'd protect her with my life, and even the little Malfoy." He replied. Giving her best friend a small smile, she nodded in amusement.

"Of course you would. Now go!" She ordered, giving her red haired friend a slight shove in the right direction. A cool breeze blew through the small town, ruffling Harley's raven black hair, making it flutter in her face. Brushing the annoying strands away, she gave a sigh and straightened her back. Bright sunlight escaped from the sky, giving the slowly destroyed town a glow of warmth. Moving past fallen bodies, either dead or wounded, she made her way towards the overbearing presence of one Dark Lord.

"Well, I'm not very shocked to see you here Potter. After all, where ever there is danger, you're always in the middle of it." The mocking but calm voice of Voldemort called out from a few feet away from the much younger witch. Bright emerald verdant eyes connected to bright dark bloody red eyes in a stare of wills. As her eyes remained connected with his, she could almost see what he would have looked like had he not gone dark. He was tall, well over six feet, but skeleton thin, and a frail snake-like man with nearly translucent skin. His dark scarlet eyes were set in slits like a cat's; his nose flat as a snake's; his fingers unnaturally long and thin, like a spider's legs. He had long, sharp, pale blue fingernails. He wore a black hooded cloak, as well as several sets of elegant black robes. He also had no lips.

As the girl continued to stare at him, she thought of what he'd look like as a normal human beginning. His skin would be as pale as hers, making his own skin glow in the light. His arms would have been strong, muscular, would have been crossed over his equally muscular six-pack chest. His chiseled jaw would be clenched together in anger or annoyance; Harley wouldn't have been able to tell. He would have had perfectly shaped eyebrows with almond shaped eyes and thick black eyelashes that grazed his high cheekbones. He would have had plump pink lips that would twist in a dark smirk of amusement. His jet-black hair would fall into his eyes and forehead, shadowing them in the shadows. With a sigh Harley shook the image away and faced the monster before her.

"You know Tom, you could have remained human, stopped all this madness, but we all know, that would have been impossible for you." She called back, pausing in thought before speaking slowly, but loud enough for him to hear. "You're a power hungry sociopath, that thirsts to be recognized and feared, because you never got the love you wanted." She could feel how angry her comment made him, as her scar gave a painful throb making tears blur in her eyes.

"Let's get this over with." Harley stated in her best strong voice. She couldn't deal with the pain and the feeling of nausea in her stomach that bubbled to her throat. Without another word said, the two began to duel. Their strengths were unimaginable as they dueled with everything they had. Magic cackled in the air like electricity, causing all other witches and wizards to pause in their fights to stare at the awe stunning sight. Flashes of color echoed in the air as the two continued to face each other with nothing but pure raw magic that was all them. Black raven hair stuck to the side of her face and the back of her neck. Sweat dripped down her face as after twenty minutes of dueling, she could feel her wounds from before burning with pain. With a lock of eyes the wizard and witch stopped and stood facing each other. Heavy silence fell over them before Voldemort began to cackle in laughter.

"Perhaps…we are equal in a way. Perhaps…the only way to beat you…is use something against you…something you dearly care for?" Voldemort questioned rhetorically. Red bloody eyes flickered to the side, making Harley's eyes follow and her blood freeze at the sight. Her friends were on their knees; their arms held behind their backs as Death – Eaters stood behind them, their own wands pointed at their heads. The one sight that really got her, was Lyra Malfoy sobbing hysterically as she also stood beside the older teenagers? The young child was dirty and covered in painful looking wounds, causing Harley to become breathless at the sight. She had hoped no other child would ever have to deal with pain like she had as a child.

"Let them go." She ordered. Her voice stayed firm, though her throat tightened and her eyes burned.

"Ah but I can't. Who will it be Potter? You're friends and little Lyra's death on your hands, or your death for their lives?" Voldemort questioned. Harley was sure he already knew the answer. Harley was always self-sacrificing. But she couldn't. She was supposed to save them. Save them from the monster only a few feet away. Her head shook rapidly, her throat tightened even more. At the sound of the pain filled screams of her friends and that innocent little girl, a sickened feeling arose in her stomach. Her throat burned, wanting to release what little she ate that day.

"Stop." She whispered as her blurry verdant green eyes stared down at nothing on the bloody ground. "Stop!" She screamed suddenly in a furious anger. "Just stop it!" She yelled out. "You're a sick monster!" Harley bellowed as her head snapped to Voldemort. "You're a lying manipulative evil bastard that will rot in hell when I kill you!" Her heart beat pounded in her ears, her skin burned with hot rage as a bright red angry blush rose up on her neck and face. "I swear…I'll kill you…even if it means by death in the process." She hissed out in parsletongue, not knowing she had spoken in snake language.

"We shall see." Voldemort replied simply.

Darkness buzzed through her mind. Loud voices echoed in her ears. Her voice seemed to die out on here as she her breath shuttered. Where was she? What happened? All she could remember was a loud flash of white and then a loud chaotic boom. Eyes fluttered open and then closed before finally loosing consciousness. Everything disappeared, and only silence remained.


"I don't know what happened. All I remember is Voldermort and I dueling again, and then darkness." Harley stated before looking at her friends.

"We couldn't really explain it either. One minute we were watching you fight, and the next there was a loud explosion and everyone was knocked back." Hermione explained with a furrow of her eyebrows. Not knowing what happened that day had always bugged her friend.

"When we came to, we realized it was too silent. We couldn't see you, Voldemort or his Death – Eaters anywhere. We went searching for you and realized you were gone, taken by Voldemort and his henchmen." Ron said, speaking up after his long silence. He was probably remembering the Battle as well.

"What happened when they got a hold of you Harley?" Sirius questioned quietly. He leaned back against the couch as he watched his goddaughter with concern.

"It was one of the worst times of my life. I was gone for months, being tortured…" She stated quietly. Harley's eyes glazed over lost in her horrifying memories of those long and torturous months.


Darkness surrounds the silent room. The persistent drip, drip, drips of a leaking pipe reverberates through the chilly and nearly barren room. The only light within the room came from a dim lit ceiling light that hung above a chair where a figure is tied. Cement walls showed nothing of where she was; no windows could be seen, allowing no sunlight or even moonlight to penetrate through. A chair was placed in the middle of the room, in front of a narrow and wooden table filled with torturous instruments. Many of the different instruments glistened in the glow of the light bulb. Where the figure sat tied to the wooden chair, metal wires tied wrists to the chair, biting into the skin and causing blood to ooze consistently. The unruly sweat and blood drenched hair clung to the side of her face as her head hung towards her chest. Blood surrounded the chair and stained the cement floor, showing the signs of new and old blood.

The sudden sound of a dead bolt being unlocked and a door being swung open with a moan caused the figure to grimace at the sudden blinding light that fled into the room from the hallway. Eyes where swollen shut from continuous hits to the face. Dark and nasty looking bruises covered her face. Incision from knives and dark spells adorned her arms and chest; her once long sleeved shirt had since disappeared after her first session. Slashes, burns and healing wounds from other torturous instruments covered her body as the dark wizards relentlessly tortured her for information and enjoyment. "Have you decided to tell us what you know?" A nauseating sweet voice questioned as a figure dressed in black stepped into the dimly lit room.

Harley lifted her head tiredly and tried to glare spitefully at the wizard but only winced from the sharp pain the pounded at her temples. The dark witches face swarmed in and out of focus as her dull blood shot eyes fluttered from the lack of blood loss. "You know –" She began with a clench of her jaw as her ribs pulled with discomfort as she tried to move in a more comfortable position while still tied to the chair. "If I had enough spit, I'd spit it at you." She spat with a smirk. Her teeth were stained in blood from the countless times she had bitten her tongue and cheeks to keep herself from screaming out in pain. The wizard swung his fist back before connecting it with Harley's cheek, causing her head to snap to the side. Blood resurfaced in her mouth, making a feeling of nausea bubble in her stomach. She couldn't remember the last time she ate. The only thing she'd tasted for who knows how long was the coppery tang of blood on her tongue.

"You listen to me you cocky little bitch. You tell me what you know, and now." The angry wizard growled, the bright blue eyes flashed in anger as he stepped forward and into Harley's personal breathing space. Opening her mouth Harley spat a wad of blood from her mouth and into the wizards face.

"Go bugger yourself you stupid twat." The weary and injured savior growled hoarsely. The color of her skin was no longer a light tanned color, but now a white pallor from the lack of blood. The reddish tint of her skin surrounding the wounds that covered her body showed irritation and infection. "I'm not telling you jack shit. The only reason I'm still alive is you haven't a clue what I've done with his precious little objects." She bullshit with everything she had. She wasn't going to tell the wizards and witches that she had already destroyed all of his Horcruxes, expect for two. If she did, she'd be killed then and there. She just had to buy herself more time until someone came looking for her, if someone ever did. If they didn't, well, she was shit out of luck and would have to find a way to break herself out. The wizard wiped the blood off his face with the black sleeve of his shirt and glared furiously at the savior that smirked back with bloodshot sleepy eyes.

"You little –" The wizard made to hit Harley again when the sound of footsteps stopped him.

"Lucius!" A feminine voice called as another figure appeared in the doorway of the room. This new voice was a very pretty red haired, sapphire blue eyed and pale skinned witch. Harley felt disgust build in her chest at the sight of such a pretty woman being something as digusting as a Death – Eater for Voldemort.

"What?" Lucius demanded, turning his attention away from the scruffy and beaten witch and to the new witch that just appeared in the room, leaning against the doorway.

"It's time for a meeting." The woman stated with a smirk as she stepped farther into the barren room. A small group of wizards and witches stood huddled together as three other Death – Eaters surrounded them. Lucius smirked as well and chuckled; turning back to Harley he glared at the witch with a twisted smirk.

"Of course. We can't have those filthy mudbloods getting in our way." Lucius looked away from Harley and made his way out to the hallway. "Brutus!" Lucius called out to one of the larger and muscular wizards that stood out in the hallway. Brutus stepped forward and away from the whimpering naïve innocent muggleborns that had been stopped in the hall. "See if you can get this piece of shit to answer our questions." Lucius ordered as he finally stepped out of the room, and out into the hall. Brutus, a large muscular man with a baldhead and tattoos over his body, gave a disturbing smile. The thought of those bikers Harley had seen a few times in those movies the Orphanage children use to watch popped in her mind at the sight of the colossal dark wizard. "Do what means necessary to get her to talk. But don't kill her. Our Lord still wants to have a go at her." The right hand man of Voldemort stated as he walked out of the room.

"Oh goody, another wizard to get to know." Harley spat sarcastically. Her back was stiff and sore from sitting in the uncomfortable chair almost all day, unless the wizards found new 'fun' ways to torture her. They had enjoyed a new mechanism of torture to try and get information out of her. They had chained her arms to the ceiling and use a belt with glass spelled to it, and whip her back to try and get her to talk. It had been ineffective, for Harley still remained silent to their demands on what she knew. It would remain that way, no matter how much they did to her. If that was what was going to keep her alive, then she'd suffer through hell if that was what she had to do. Blood still drizzled down her back from the long distorted lacerations that held small fragments of glass inside the skin of her back. It was too excruciating for her to lean back against the hard wooden brown chair. She forced herself to lean her aching body forward as much as she could to keep any pressure off of hr burning and stinging back, that chilly breezes of air circulated through the room, breezed against her back.

"Of course boss." Brutus spoke with a sinister and thrilled voice as he shut the door behind him with a bang before making his way towards the table. The sound of footsteps became distant as the wizards, witches and muggleborns made their way down the hallway and away from the basement room at the very end of the long and silent hallway of Riddle Manor. The house or mansion seeing as it was so big was filled with dozens of halls and rooms that led to endless possible rooms. Some of the halls even led to dead ends and some rooms led to know where.

'Here we go again.' Harley thought with dread as the dark wizard stepped beside her position where she remained jadedly tied on the chair. She fought off the scream of pain that wanted to declare from her throat as Brutus dug a glistening red knife into her side and turned it slowly, deliberately, to cause Harley pain.


"You weren't raped were you Harley?" Remus questioned tentatively. Just the idea, the thought, that this girl literally, or figuratively, whatever way you wanted to think it, had gone through hell and back, was a sickening and horrid thought.

"Mama!" At the sound of Teddy's small voice, Harley walked slowly over to the playpen and bent down, lifting the small two year old in her arms.

"Yeah baby?" Harley questioned quietly with a small smile.

"I hungry." He stated with a nod of his head. Chuckling she looked to Hermione, the two silently communicated between each other. With a nod Hermione stood up and made her way to the kitchen, to get the children a small snack.

"Up. Up." Eve called up as she bounced up and down on her legs, while holding up her hands. Shaking her head in amusement she used her free hand and lifted up the small one year old in her arms. With another amused smile she walked over to the couch and took a seat beside Ron. The dim sunlight from the windows warmed the decent size room, leaving Harley feeling tired.

"Harley?" Remus questioned again, his usually blue/gold eyes were now an amber color, from either anger at the thought of what she had been through, or something else, Harley couldn't decide.

"Hmm?" She hummed, busying herself with playing with her two godchildren.

"Where you?" Sirius questioned as his eyes looked at the two children. He still didn't know if they really were hers or not. Even if she said they weren't, she could be lying about them being her godchildren.

"No, I wasn't." She finally stated with a sigh. "Ted Remus Tonks – Weasley, son to Nymphadora Tonks and Fenrir Greyback. Fenrir Greyback attacked Tonks one day when she was on patrol duty, raping her and almost killing her, had it not been for myself, Ron and Hermione saving her." Harley stated hollowly as she gazed down at the innocent little boy in her arms. "Percy Weasley, surprisingly, was the only one who could get her to eat and talk, so, he naturally adopted Teddy as his own son and soon, Nymphadora and Percy began dating. I'm just glad they didn't realize they were killed that day, that they didn't watch each other die." She sighed heavily and looked down at the innocent angel in her left arms. "Evangeline Hailey Weasley." She stated with a small smile. "Daughter to Fred Weasley and Katie Bell. Both were killed during the Battle of Diagon Alley and Battle of Hogsmeade."

Silence met her statement as both Sirius and Remus tried to wrap their minds around the two being related in a way. "Tonks named Teddy after you Remus, because she thought you as a mentor, a friend, an uncle in a way." Harley said as she gave each child a kiss on the forehead. "Now, if you'd excuse us, I need to feed my godchildren." Without another word, Harley stood up, holding Teddy in her arms, while Ron held little Evie in his.

"Do we really have to go to school tomorrow?" Was the last the two adults heard before the kitchen door swung shut with a squeak.


I know. You're all probably angry with me for not updating sooner. And I'm really, really, really sorry about that. But I've been really busy with work and school, and the times I do have off without dealing with school or work, I'm usually too exhausted to write much.

Though, I have been writing this chapter over the last five months. I know, I'm a horrible updater, at times. But hey, I got an update finally, and this one is really long too! A full, sixteen and a half pages worth of reading for you all!

So, I do hope you enjoyed this chapter update. I also hope you review this chapter and tell me what you think!

The next chapter will be the trio going to Forks High School, meeting the students at Forks, seeing the Cullen's and Harley and Edward meeting at last! Also, I'll be introducing a few other characters next chapter, as well as a new problem arising for own main character. Wonder what's going to happen to her this time?

I'm also writing the next four chapters of Harley Potter and The Chamber of Secrets, so at least one or two chapters should be posted tomorrow, and the next two either Saturday or Sunday.

Now, I have the couple poll up for Harley on my profile, so go check that out if you haven't already and vote for whom you want her to get with in the next couple of stories. She will end up dating more than one or two guys in this story, just because every teenager, or almost every teenager, has a crush on more than one or two guys.

So, I hope you really do like this chapter. It took me forever to write! Also, if there's any mistakes I made in this chapter, then I'm really sorry about that. I just get really tired of re-reading this chapter over and over again. So, I'll probably re-edit it again sometime in the near future, when I feel up to it.

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TheWeepingRaven