I have adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! She wrote this chapter NOT me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I've adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! It's hers! I'll try and follow her plot! This story follows years 1-5. I might borrow details from other fan fiction, but nothing major; don't get mad. I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I hope this is what I need to say to keep out of trouble. :)
Warnings: This is SLASH! Don't like don't read! It has Self-harm (cutting) manipulation, child abuse. It's not a happy story! Very sad!
Pairings: HD/DM or HP/LY (TR), HG/PP, BZ/GW (Ginny)
Summary: Dumbledore has played with Harry's life since Harry was born. Now that Dumbledore's Mistakes and Action are coming to haunt Harry what is he to do?
Only one more thing. (This is how BlackSilkenKitty wrote it)
ooo - changes completely.
iii - same time other place
sss - same place other time
aaa - same time and place; different person
"Bla…" - Speaking
'Bla…' - thought or mocking the word or even only to use a word for another one.
:Bla…: - Parseltongue
«Bla…» - written text, letter or latter on Harry 'speaking'… you'll know in latter chapters
BlackSilkenKitty's A/N: Ok, even though nobody has asked me this I want to patch some things up that some might think I have messed up. Firstly, in last chapter I said that Draco and Hermione where related, thus making Draco and Harry related, making this incest(?). Not necessarily, right? Hermione and Draco are reaaaally distantly related, not like Harry and Hermione who are real cousins, thus making either Lily or James Madeleine's sister or brother. Draco however has only ties in the Granger family ranging waaaaaay back. And, don't forget, we all are related! If you find this piece of information disturbing please leave, you are not forced to read it!
Sickness From Within Chapter 10 (BlackSilkenKittys' Chap)
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Harry Potter was tired, oh so tired. It was cold where he lay, and he had the feeling that he couldn't wake up, not even if he tried. Was he awake? Was this all a dream? His limbs wouldn't move yet and even his clothing transmitted unpleasant tingles of cold down his spine. Despite himself he shivered.
With enormous force he tilted his head to the left, looking at his surroundings. The room he was in was small, in brown colours and wooden tables. It had two major windows to his left and he was sure that he had glimpsed another one of those windows behind the bed, or couch, or whatever soft thing he was laying on.
He noted, vaguely that the moon was near full and for a small instant Harry wondered how Remus was coping with the near full moon.
A small rustle to his right had his ears perking and that small rustle made his head turn to that side…
His mouth opened in a silent scream.
And he woke up.
/aaa/
"Mom?"
Madeleine Granger looked up from the book she was reading, her eyes now slightly blood-shot from being awake so long. Her oldest daughter stood in the threshold, arms around her thin jacket in light pyjamas. The Leaky Caldron was cold, at this time of night and the old bar keeper hadn't done the work of lighting a fire. Madeleine still refused learning those warming spells, until she had her full memories back. It would be a long performance.
Hermione padded lightly over to the soft couch her mother was sitting on, her feet making soft slapping noises on the wooden floor and a distinctive rumble when she tripped but caught her balance in time.
Madeleine didn't laugh, only smiled in slight amusement as she returned to her book. Hermione sat beside her in soft silence, only broken a few times by some rather loud snores of other costumers.
Hermione on the other hand, was preoccupied. They had asked for a mediwizard to come directly to them but none had arrived yet and Hermione thought that maybe none would come, considering that everything was full and in constant movement because of the sudden wide spread of Dragon Tear, a plant that dissolved easily in water and made wizards loose control of their magic for a week…
Hermione was more afraid that something had happened to Harry that couldn't be cured with some healing potions, than some random witches suddenly sprouting bananas out of their heads because they were trying to change their hair colour.
And Harry was ill; you could see it clearly, from the way he had stood, slightly bent and to the side, pale as death and certainly as cold, from the panic attack up to the sobbing that Hermione had witnessed while inspecting Harry's body and the strange little bump on Harry's lower back. She hadn't taken his trousers off, in sake of his modesty, but the shirt was off.
And she had noticed that he was wearing glamour's on him self, even if she wasn't an expert. The subtle change in skin colours, so light that normally you wouldn't notice the difference, between two close sitting specks of skin gave it away. But Hermione didn't know how to brake glamour's without knowing which one's she was dealing with. So she would leave it for another time.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Madeleine said, putting her book down in order to look at her daughter, sitting shivering slightly on the couch.
Hermione simply nodded her head, indicating that she was fine.
Her mother didn't buy it.
"Is it about Harry? You know you can talk to me about everything, right honey?" the unmistakable trust in her mother's voice made her look up and smile at Madeleine, trying to transmit, with that one smile, all of her thoughts and troubles.
"Oh, I was thinking about Harry and mainly Harry, and Harry again. He has me worried mother. He looks sick and tired, as if he hasn't slept in days and hasn't eaten anything. I know what happened at his-" Hermione's throat closed, as her mother hugged her to her chest, in spontaneous hate, guilt, fear and so much grief that she had to repress her next words for a while. When she did speak it was with a little falter in her words "- his relatives. Oh mum, why him?"
Madeleine didn't know what to say to that but only held her tighter, whispering reassuring words in her daughters ear and Hermione grabbed her mothers shirt accepting the reassurances, without shedding a tear…
And suddenly there was a gasp from the bed making Hermione jump off and run to her cousin to look for his needs.
"Harry?"
Harry didn't answer right away, choosing to stare ahead before turning his head to the side and smiling and Hermione.
"I knew I knew that voice from somewhere, 'Mione…" Harry's voice was light and soft, like satin or the rain on a summer day and yet rough and husky from obvious lack of something or from being over used. Not that she'd paid his voice any mind, when they where in Gringots but now she could and would. Her mother came out of the bathroom with a glass full of clear water and Hermione accepted it and held it to her cousins' lips. She watched avidly as he gulped it down, watched his Adam apple move under pale skin and she didn't notice when her views of Harry as her best friend suddenly tipped over, made a change of ninety degrees, didn't notice when she started to reach out for Harry, something, something very deep, yearning to touch him, to have him and never letting go, to make him hers and only hers to have, to mother and to protect… she didn't see Harry as her cousin either… she viewed him as a sister that almost viewed her brother as a son. Hermione smiled and returned to her post next to the bed as Harry leaned back and fell asleep again.
Now it was her job to watch over him and protect him. And she would.
/ooo/
«Dear Ms. Ruther
How are you, after not seeing you for so long? It has been centuries, since we got together in one of our dear meetings, in reminiscence of old times, has it not?
How has work been going on, any new co-workers, boss's? Maybe some interesting field-work. lately? If not, do not fret, for I ask for your impeccable taste of killing old pains.
I have a friend I'd like you to meet, however, he's been very busy as of late and is in no conditions to come to our little meeting. You see, he has some rather unfortunate disease that his dog passed on to him, when he was bitten, when he was only a child. He also loves the moon, but sadly chose to not pay it any attention until it is at its peak. Of course he has friends of his own that love the moon put choose to ignore it and these friends are what bother me. They could seriously damage my good friend and I really don't want to see that happening. I could send you the places he's most fond of, maybe you could pay him a little visit? Maybe even offer him your hand in friendship? I think he'd like that.
Of course I'd also like to talk to you about your son. How is he, by the way? I'm sure he's quite a specimen after his inheritance? I'd like to meet him, personally, but I'm afraid he's run off, if I remember correctly! Maybe I could help in your search, yes?
My dear friend, please let us meet on, the fifteenth of August? I think that would be a wonderful date, considering our meeting should hold some memory of the past.
Meet me on the fifteenth at four a.m in front of the old Inn 'Hawk'. I hope to hear from you soon, Grisela.
Sincerely
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Merlin First Class
Albus Dumbledore»
/ooo/
The Weasley family was loud, noisy and annoying.
That was all Severus Snape could think about as he entered the house that the Weasleys called their own. He hated it as soon as he set foot in it and it seemed the house didn't like him much either, for the next moment he was sitting outside, in front of the door. He wondered fleetingly if the house had a mind of its own, like Hogwarts had but dismissed the ridiculous thought instantly. The house was a possession of a Weasley, so of course it couldn't have a mind of his own, the Weasleys weren't smart enough to do such a piece of delicate work. That left him the question on how had he come up on the floor outside, but he shook the question out of his mind easily. It wasn't important.
He stood, brushed his robes off, pushed a greasy lock of dark hair out of his face and knocked on the door, this time, without entering the house straight forward.
There was a loud bang from somewhere in the house, in one of the upper levels, that made the house tremble and Snape wondered briefly why the house hadn't fallen down already. He hadn't time to muse on that as the next second the door banged open.
"- and I do hope they didn't brake their room, because I won't fix it again! And RON, don't eat before lunch! Oh, hello Severus, how can I help you?" Snape stared for a few seconds at Molly Weasley, a frightening woman really. He couldn't understand how she could live in a house that was about to fall down to pieces, with numerous children and no money at all. Snape understood slightly why Malfoy Junior always mocked Ronald Weasley. He would if he could…or rather he did.
"Good day, Mrs. Weasley. I wanted to have a talk with your youngest son about information on Potter? Everything could help find the bra- boy" Molly only held the door open to let Severus enter and then closed the door with her foot. "Mind the carpet. Fred and George put an animation spell on it, and Merlin knows what it'll do to you if you step on it!" Molly warned him while side stepping the carpet. Severus eyed it disdainfully 'Ah, so the mystery of 'Fly-Out-The-Door' was revealed'.
"RONALD!" Severus had to resist clapping his hands over his ears to avoid the overly loud voice of Molly.
He had come on orders of course, he wouldn't have come on his own free will and he had considered simply refusing the request. He hadn't though, and he had his reasons why… one of them being curiosity.
The stairs rumbled and the youngest male Weasley stormed down the stairs, to stop in front of his mother looking up expectantly. Snape thought that Ronald hadn't noticed him or was ignoring him. From the relaxed shoulders and the open, unguarded eyes he thought that Weasley, the male, hadn't noticed his presence yet.
"Mr. Severus has asked if he could talk to you, so be a dear and prepare our guest some tea – you like tea don't you, professor?-" Severus nodded "Yes, some tea Ron, and –" There was a loud bang from upstairs again and Molly Weasley let out a frustrated groan "FRED AND GEORGE EIRISON WEASLEY! If I get my hands on you, you'll get it!" and Molly Weasley stormed away.
That left him with the youngest male.
"Tea…" he muttered and shot a glare at Severus. Ronald probably thought that he hadn't seen. That made him want to chuckle.
"Yes, Weasley, Tea"
They ended up in the kitchen, each sporting a cup of tea from which Severus didn't take one sip from, just to spite the red head in front of him. Said read head was becoming redder by the minute… that made Severus smirk but he refused to even sniff at the tea.
"Weasley, I'd like to know if you had any contact with Potter at all this Holidays. If yes, I'd like to see the letters…" He wondered if he should ask if he had any news from Potter apart from letters at all but in the end simply ignored the small part of him that he should ask.
And then he noticed the subtle changes in Weasley. His eyes turned from a coldness that was usually reserved for him and Draco Malfoy only, to a flaming anger, hate and… was that jealousy? Severus resisted the urge to let the chuckle escape him, the one that was bubbling inside of him. So the brat was jealous… about what? The money, the fame?
Fool…
"No, professor, I haven't"
And he spoke the truth, he knew. It was hard lying to a experienced Legillimence. He wondered if he should have asked the other question but held his tongue. He wouldn't ask that, that would make people suspicious.
"And Granger?"
The boy looked flustered before coughing.
"Her neither."
Snape frowned. Granger hadn't talked to Weasley, and Potter hadn't either. The Dark Lord had send Draco to Merlin-Knows-Where, Potter was missing, the Vampires had been very restless lately and there had been rumours that they where searching for one of their own… and Dumbledore was being secretive.
This smelled just like one of the old mans mistakes.
He greatly hoped it was not.
/iii/
Remus sat on his bed in the old house of Sirius. Not Grimauld Place, just the old, rundown, cold and dark house near the forest of Biling Town, a place not often visited by Muggles and even less frequented by wizards. He was safe here.
The Full Moon was approaching fast and he was feeling weaker and weaker each passing day. He hated full moos, and not only because of the weakness of the days before and not even because of the pains of the transformation itself… he hated putting others in danger.
He sighed and let himself fall back on the old mattress that covered the metal bed, thoughts drifting to Harry.
How was his Harry? Was he alright, how was he dealing with his family? Would Remus see him soon?
Then his thoughts narrowed down on one person only… Albus.
He would see his blood soon, if he had a say in the matter. For keeping him away from Harry, from trying to convince him that Harry was alright while he wasn't and you could see that he wasn't. At that moment Remus wished that when he transformed into a Werewolf Albus would be nearby, just so Remus could rip him to bloody pieces…
Remus hated, and when Werewolves hated it wasn't a laughing matter, in any way.
He stood and walked over to the fireplace that stood just in front of his bed, not yet lit, but lit very soon, to be portraying emerald green flames. It was noon now, time for him to grab something to eat in the kitchen.
Maybe there was still a bit from the rabbit he had hunted down yesterday? Or those lovely berries he had picked?
But the hate still hadn't vanished.
/ooo/
A small shake to shoulder made him wake in with a gasp and look around in slight panic until he saw the person next to him.
It was Hermione.
"Hello, sleepy head. Sleep well?" she asked in a low voice that made him entirely grateful that she used it.
He knew that if she talked to loud his head would hurt… badly. "Yeah" he croaked instead, voice again cracked.
He took a grateful sip of water from the glass that she held out to him and gave her a smile.
As Hermione went to put the glass away he took a good look at the room. He was at the leaky caldron, he realized after a while. His attention focused on Hermione again as there was a thumping sound from the left side of the wooden room.
"'Mione?" he called out tentatively and was surprised to see that his voice was almost back to normal, or as normal as it could be. He noticed that it sounded a little differently, just a little and he thought back to when he had laid on the floor in pain.
Hermione came back to the bed and gave him a smile, such a beautiful smile that it made something inside his chest squeeze then pull then squeeze again. He didn't know what it was. "Harry, oh Harry. There's so much I have to tell you… but that'll have to stay for another time!" she said as she pulled on his arm to get him to sit.
Harry did, with a little wince as something on his lower back strained while sitting. Suddenly he knew what it was.
"Shit!" jumping from the bed he patted his lower back and didn't find anything there. Nothing… but a small bump. 'My tail?' he thought frantically, studying his back by twisting around.
"Harry? You ok?" 'Mione's gentle voice stopped him in his patting of his lower back. He nodded in answer.
"Yeah, I am" there was silence again and he suddenly noticed how he hated silence now. It was too strained, too artificial and so… he couldn't quite come up with other words.
Hermione looked at Harry in a way that still asked if he really was okay.
"I'll go get my mum, then, ok Harry?" it wasn't what she was asking, Harry knew, but he nodded anyways.
She was asking if he'd be okay by himself.
He would.
He sat on the bed, considering again where he was. How did he end up here anyways? The last thing he could remember was leaving home, then seeing Malfoy, then going to Gringots and asking for money from his Vault and the Goblin saying- saying-
A sob escaped Harry's mouth. "No, no, Merlin no… I don't want to go back!" He sobbed again and buried his face in his hands.
–saying that his vault didn't have any money in it left.
"Harry? Harry! Harry, look at me. What's wrong, dear? What happened?" in front of him stood a beautiful woman. She had brown hair, done in curls that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes where a light mixture of blue and brown, with very light eyelashes and shaped eyebrows. Her lips where slim and a bit wide but a very light red. She had a protruding chin with a very normal looking nose. It was her gaze that captivated ones attention. It captivated Harry's sole attention.
"I… who are you?" he asked, between muffled sniffles and occasional sobs.
The woman smiled at the boy and ran her hand over his hair. "I'm Madeleine, Hermione's mother, Harry."
Her voice was warm, like dry rich brown earth on a hot spring day and she seemed to form each word with such care that Harry slowly relaxed.
"Harry, what's wrong, why did you cry?" that was Hermione. She really did look like her mother, not counting the eyes, chin and the nose. Hermione's Hazel eyes were full of love.
"I…" Harry, faltered again, took a deep breath and let it out. "I don't have any money left. I don't know what happened… I just- please, 'Mione, I don't want to go back!"
The next minute Hermione was holding a shaking and slightly crying Harry. Madeleine sat beside Harry and rubbed his back in soothing circles.
"You won't have to go back, Harry… We promise!" Madeleine smiled at her daughter and Hermione gave her a grateful smile in return before hugging Harry again and going to the other side of the room to finish packing her belongings, so that Harry still had some things at the Malfoys to call his own. Harry sniffled some times more before looking up, with read, puffy and, nevertheless, hopeful eyes at Hermione's mother.
"Really?" It was nothing more that a slightly broken whisper in the room, but Hermione stopped packing instantly and made her way over to him. She hugged his fiercely and if Hermione noticed as Harry tensed and flinched before relaxing into the embrace, she didn't show it apart from a small, sad then happy twinkle in her eyes. Madeleine smiled at that.
Harry smiled too, for completely other reasons.
It felt good to have somebody again who loved him for himself.
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Author's Note: I adopted this story, and won't be changing the chapters that BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I only hope that I can do this story justice. If she ever decides to continue she just has to tell me so, and I'll give it back to her! Hope you all like the story!