Chapter 14

Truth Be Told

People were running away from the fire, and screaming in panic. Futher up the path, people in masks were walking down towards the store. Death Eaters.

"Who are they?" Rachel asked.

"They're Death Eaters." answered Sirius.

"What are-"

"Take Harry and run."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go! Don't worry about me." said Sirius, running towards the gang of Death Eaters.

Rachel grabbed Harry's and began to run in the same direction as all the others.

Harry had no idea what was going on. All he knew that all these people scared him, and that he was safe. . . as long as he stayed with Rachel.

The pain he had felt in his head had not yet subside, and with each minute, it grew very painful. It was almost as if there was a person who's presence made his head hurt.

Rachel led Harry into a deserted alley. She pulled him behind the garbage can, and stooped down to his level. She peered into his green eyes.

"Harry," she said in a whisper. "I want you to stay here. If anyone comes, I want you to stay hidden behind this garbage can. Do you understand?"

Harry began to cry.

"Where's Sirius?" he asked.

"Don't worry." she answered stroking his hair. "I'm going to go get him. Everything is going to be okay."

"No, it's not." Harry replied. "My head hurts and these people are scaring me. I want Sirius. I want to go home."

"That can be arranged." said a high-pitch voice.

They turned and saw a tall, thin man with a snake-like face. He had red eyes. The pupils were slits, like those belonging to a cat. He was wearing black robes with matching boots

Harry began to scream in agony. Rachel held Harry close, trying to calm him. She didn't know if he was screaming because of the man's sudden appearance, or if he was screaming because the man was very ugly.

"Who are you?" asked Rachel.

"I am your worst nightmare, muggle." the man answered smoothly.

"Muggle? Then you're a wizard. What do you want?"

"I have no reason to hurt you." he said quietly. "Just give me the boy, and I will leave."

Rachel pulled Harry even closer and took a step back. What could this man possibly want with Harry? All Rachel knew that this man was bad news. Harry obviously didn't know this man, and Rachel was not about to leave Sirius's godson with a complete stranger.

"He's not yours." she said in a shaky voice. "He doesn't like you. Leave now."

The man didn't leave. He just stood there glaring at Rachel.

"Muggle, I don't think you know who you are talking to. I am the powerfulliest wizard in the world. I am Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time."

"Y-you're the one who killed Harry's parents."

Harry stopped screaming and looked at the man.

His parents had been murdered. He did not know his parents had been murdered. No one never told him. He'd never asked. He always wondered why he had grown up with Sirius, who he knew wasn't his real father. His parents were dead.

"My. . .parents. . .are-"

"That's right, Harry." Voldemort said harshly. "I killed them. They didn't have to die. I would have spared them if they hadn't got in my way."

"What plans?" Harry asked.

"You mean your dear godfather never told you about your parents?"

"And you won't tell him either." Rachel said, taking a few more steps back. "Go away."

"It all started on the night of Halloween four years ago." continued Voldemort. "A man named Peter Pettigrew, friend of your father, told me the whereabouts of your parents. I had come to your house to kill you and only you. I'd have done it faster if your silly father hadn't have gotten in the way. Then your mudblood of a mother would not get out of the way either."

"Mudblood?" Harry said with a puzzled expression.

"It means 'dirty blood'. It means someone with non magic parents." Rachel answered.

Harry turned back to Voldemort. His blood boiling with anger.

"My mother wasn't dirty." he said angrily, missing the finer point of Rachel's explanation. "You're the one that's dirty. You rotten piece of shit."

Rachel gasped. Voldemort looked taken aback, but quickly recovered himself. He grinned a hideous grin.

"I can tell that your godfather cannot control his language around you." he said quietly. "Once a bastard, always a bastard. You have no manners what so ever. When I was your age, I would never have dared to use such language in front of adults."

"That's because you were busy killing people." Harry said.

"Harry, no!"

Harry had broken out of Rachel's grasp and lunged toward Voldemort, who simply pulled out his wand and blasted Harry back a few steps. Harry fell to the ground with a hard crash.

"Don't try to fight me, idiot boy." said Voldemort. "You cannot win. You can't even do magic properly."

Voldemort took a few steps closer to Harry, his wand raised. Before he could do anything, Rachel had jumped in between Harry and Voldemort.

"I will not allow you to hurt this child. Not in my presence."

"FIne, I'll have to kill you won't I?"

Rachel stood her ground. She would fight for Harry even though she knew she was up against the killing curse. It was her love for Harry and Sirius that made her fight.

When Voldemort saw that Rachel wasn't getting out of the way, he punched her hard in the face, knocking her down. Then he kicked her several times.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Harry screamed.

Harry felt as if there was a great surge a magic screaming for release. All of a sudden, Voldemort was knocked to the ground. Harry edged around him to make sure he was dead. He wasn't, he was trying to stand up, but was having a difficult time.

Harry rushed over to Rachel, who had her face covered in her hands. Harry gently moved her hands and saw that her face was a bloody mess.

"I sorry, Harry." she said in a whisper. "I tried."

Harry's eyes began to water and tears slowly poured down his face.

"What should I do?" he asked.

"Don't worry about me. I want you to get yourself out of here. I want you to run like you never ran before, okay?"

Harry nodded. He gave Rachel a quick hug, then sat off down the alley.

Harry ran as fast as he could. He continued to run without looking back. The only thing that stopped him, was a sudden crash, that knocked him off his feet.

Harry looked up and saw that the man was tall. He had long, greasy black hair, and cold, dark eyes. His face was etched with lines of dislike as he glared down at Harry.

Harry sat there. Looking at the man.

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