One Big Happy Family
Harry wanders the halls of his old school. The paintings shout comments on his disheveled appearance and he strokes his patchy beard. Ducking his head he hurries to McGonagall's office. The door swings open before he even knocks on the door but he should expect that. He hasn't spent that long in the human world. After all his whole reason for being there ended quickly.
McGonagall stands up from behind her giant mahogany desk. Papers and quills flutter frantically above her head situating themselves. "Harry. It's such a pleasure to see you," she says with a poorly disguised worry in her voice.
"Professor. It's good to see you too". Even he senses the tense strain of her words he's not in the mood to fish for the reason.
"Please, sit. Sit." A chair whams against the back off his legs and he thuds against the seat. "I've a story to tell you," she take a deep breath, "Now this may come as a shock to you, but. You are not Lily's only son." Harry scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"Right and my mother is also hiding out somewhere. Alive."
"Now Harry this is a very serious matter. Your brother is in trouble. Can I tell this story or are you going to interrupt me?" Harry remains silent skeptical but unwilling to elicit the anger of his old professor. "Now you know that Severus and Lily had a connection of sorts. He loved her, and as much as she loved your father there was a pull to Snape that she couldn't ignore. They well. Anyway. Before you were born there was a child. A boy. Illegitimate. Your father wanted your mother to get rid of him but she refused. It wasn't talked about. Lily turned away from Snape, married James, and had you. The child, Blakemore live with his father. Snape tried to get to get Dumbledore to help him protect his loved ones. Voldemort was going to attack. His first instinct was to help Lily but when he got there she was dead. He feared that Blakemore would be next so we opened a portal. Something went wrong, and Snape never went through," Harry's eyes were wide with disbelief. A brother?
"But he's alive. Alive in a world very far from this one. There he is in more danger than we could've imagined. There is no magic there but he's become consumed by darkness".
"Someone should do something. We can't just let him use the dark arts. Where is he? I'll go".
"Heavens no Harry. I'm telling you because you need to know not because I want you to do something, it's too dangerous.
"I can help, Snape shouldn't have to face this alone".
"Harry…" McGonagall gets cut off.
"My brother will not be the next Voldemort". Harry stormed out of the room.
Kylo resurfaces with a wild rage in his eyes, "how dare you disrespect my title as Commander and grandson of the leader of the Imperial Army! I am the sole heir to become the most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy!"
"Kylo-" Alexandra was cut off by a squeezing pressure around her small neck. Her eyes bulged in shock as she clawed at her neck, desperately trying to free herself. As she was lifted several feet from the mattress, she choked out one plead.
"Kylo! Th-The… baby!" Alexandra gasped. Kylo suddenly released his grip, watching in horror when she bounced off the mattress and crumpled on the floor. She wheezed for oxygen, holding her stomach as she released a string of coughs. She scrambled to her feet, tripping over herself as she came to her feet.
"No, Sandra, Wait!" Kylo called after her. She paused a moment, turning slightly towards him. Her wide grey eyes were reddened and swollen, but Kylo felt love in her. It was stronger than anything she'd ever felt. He wished either of them had the courage to admit it, but their childish insecurities wouldn't allow it.
"How can I keep this child if I cannot guarantee his own life?" Alexandra half whispered. The words nestled deep in Kylo brain, like a serrated blade, and every move it made tore him apart.
"I am sorry," Kylo strained. Alexandra only shook her head before closing the door behind her. Kylo didn't care if she stayed long enough to strangle him to death, Alexandra had left him alone with his thoughts, and now they would eat him alive.
He wakes up alone with a pounding head. Kylo's mind had become a shark infested pool. He'd spent his entire life running from his family, but Kylo knew now he couldn't escape the blood in his veins. The stale air is too heavy to breathe and the metallic walls seem to collapse onto of him. Flinging himself out of bed he groans at the ache of his head.
Ron and Hermione share worried looks as their friend gestures wildly. His appearance disheveled at best, he explains the situation with blood shot eyes. Hermione jerks her head towards Harry, trying to get Ron to handle the situation. Ron's brow scrunches together in utter confusion at his wife's desire. Hermione rolls her eyes and whispers (quite loudly) to talk to Harry. Ron asks him, "Harry, do you need an intervention?" Harry's head snaps up and Hermione slaps her forehead with the palm of her hand at the ridiculousness of her husband.
"What, no of course not. I'm explaining how I have an evil brother in a galaxy far, far away and he's going to be Voldemort!"
"Harry I don't understand what you want us to do about this?" Hermione enquires carefully.
"You," harry points at Hermione, "you're the best witch I've ever met. If anyone can get us there it's you!" Harry's excitement rolling off of him in waves. Ron knew how hard it had been since Ginny and Harry had split up and Harry was always looking for an adventure but this was just plain daft. Ron looks at Hermione with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Fine let's see what I can do, but not tonight for God's sake. We'll be going to bed now, try to get some sleep." Hermione treads back to her and Ron's room. Ron follows dutifully tossing his old friend a pitiful gaze. Harry slumps onto the couch. Jitters race up and down his body, there's no way he's going to be able to sleep for a while.
Harry tosses and turns in a fitful rest. Strange thoughts swirl around his head. The fog clears momentarily to expose a furious Snape. Snape! Harry's first instinct is to go to him and to pull him back but a green mist envelopes the Professor. "Stay away Harry. This is not your fight!" Snape fades away and leaves Harry standing even more lost than before.
Harry jolts awake. Fuzzy words buzz around his head but the most prominent factor was the green mist. He scrambles up from his place on the sofa and darts into the Weasleys' room. Harry shakes Hermione's shoulder frantically.
"Hermione, Hermione wake up!" His commands startle the sleeping Witch awake. Her grogginess weighs heavily on her mind as she tries to get a grasp on the situation.
"What's going on? Harry? What are you doing?" Harry ignores his friend's frustrated tone.
"It's the mist. Do you know any transportation spell that makes a green mist? Hermione's eyes light up with sparks of recognition. Her intelligent mind whirs and she throws the covers off her body. Ron stirs and grumbles at his place beside her. Books spin around the room as Hermione digs through her library. Harry plucks one from above his head and sifts through the pages. The Weasleys' room was filled with all manner of books to keep the young Witch happy. With her around there was always hope of a solution.
"Here, here. I found it!" Hermione's glee emanated off of her as she pointed at a spell. Harry hurries over to her side and Ron shuffled along behind him. "I just need a few ingredients and some privacy."
"Where in the Hell are we supposed to find a head of a virgin?"
"Like you said I'm the best Witch you've ever met, I can tweak a spell no problem." The boys looked skeptical but had no chance to object before she was shooing them out of the room. Ron protests falling on deaf ears as the door slammed closed behind them.
Hours later the three gathered in the living room. Hermione bounces up and down on her heels and Ron shifts uncomfortably. Harry's erratic looks have dissolved from his face and been replaced by the calm that comes before a battle. Snape's words ring in his head, but Harry was never one to listen to his old professor anyway. The energy of a new adventure embraces them and the through all their worries the three are excited to embark.
"It's just like old times huh," Ron speaks what was on everyone's mind with a nervous gulp. Hermione snaps into action. Taking a small leather pouch out of her bag she pours the salt grains in a circle on the floor. She then removes a small vile bubbling with a luminescent green liquid. Uncapping it, all three gag at the pungent scent wafting from the bottle. Holding her nose with one hand she tips the contents of the vile in the middle of the circle. Their eyes widen as a swirling portal melts a hole in the floor. Thunder claps boom and green storm clouds fill the room. Hermione grabs Ron by the collar and smashes her lips against his. Pulling away, she jumps into the portal. The boys follow into the mysterious abyss.
Kylo storms out into the woods to confront the mysterious "father." He needs someone to blame, someone to fight. Someone that he doesn't care about; whose pain has no effect on him. This time he is wearing his helmet. This time he is safe.
When Kylo gets to the place where he first met Snape he is met with an empty clearing. Maybe he didn't think this out very well. Just as he turns to go back there is a familiar crackling. Slowly he faces a green storm cloud off which he has only seen one of before. Kylo stalks forward, itching for a fight with whatever comes out of that green cloud.
A girl stumbles out of the green mist. She laughs in delight as she pats her body. Kylo stops in his tracks. What creatures are these? The girl falls down as a clumsy red haired boy trips onto her. There is no trace of anger as she embraces him. The last to appear is a dark haired boy with a grimace painted on his face.
Kylo continues to stalk toward the unsuspecting trio, their air of ignorance almost amusing. But there was something else, something almost familiar. The boy with the round glasses and peculiar scar's energy churned with a sickening mixture of heroism and pain. Kylo activated the fiery beam of his light saber, taking one final look at his target before charging with a furious battle cry.
"Does anyone else see the towering, particularly maniacal figure charging at us?" Ron suddenly interrupted as his wife and his friend attempted to map their location.
"Ron, what do you…," Hermione trailed off as her eyes locked on the dangerous glowing pulse of Kylo's light saber grew nearer. Harry spun around with eyes narrowed. Ron pushed Hermione behind him, much to her annoyance.
"Um Harry? What are we gonna do?" Ron asked with fear dripping from his voice. Harry's jaw clenched, his moral spiking with his adrenaline.
"We fight," his hand fell to his wand as he tore it from his coat pocket, thrusting it forward with new found dignity. Ron and Hermione followed suite as they fanned out, hoping to intimidate their opponent once they saw they were numbered.
Kylo advanced without a thought in his mind. Killing was the best way to feel nothing, no one or thing could compare to the release. As he lunged forward using the lift of the Force, he raised his light saber to strike. The eyes of his victims were wide with shock as he came crashing from above.
They each scrambled from his landing spot, his powerful build remained tall and straight as his feet met the ground. Kylo spun his saber before charging at the girl. Her eyes narrowed before she raised the stick in her hand. Before Kylo could react, he was struck by a ray of what felt like electricity. He tumbled backward, before he was suddenly raised several feet in the air by another steady blue blast of matter.
Kylo's eyes followed the beam to the dark haired boy, brown and blue orbs locking in a hateful glare. When Kylo was finally dropped from his suspended position, he was surrounded. The points of the strangers' odd weapons pointed threateningly at Kylo's masked head.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Hermione demanded, her hard brown eyes boring sharply on the black figure's vulnerable stature. He snarled, lunging forward with his light saber extended lethally. Harry struck it back to the ground without a moment's hesitation before Hermione barked a paralyzing incantation.
"Remove your mask and drop your weapon, now." Hermione seethed, her patience growing thin. Despite the mask, she felt the creature glaring back at her. She watched in confusion as he raised a hand trembling with power. Hermione and her friends flew back with resounding exclamations.
The three were tossed back by the invisible impact, but Kylo was still caught under the girl's influence. He was yelling furiously at this point, spitting threats and curses as he remained rooted to his spot on the ground. The girl with the large brown mane was growing closer again, with her loyal male companions close behind. Without warning, she grabbed his helmet. The moronic woman yanked at Kylo's head, only igniting a hotter inferno within him as he struggled against her magic hold.
"Help me get this thing off!" Hermione barked at her friends. Ron ran to her side, grabbing a free space on the helmet before pulling in the same direction.
"Get off of me you large maned beast!" It roared.
"What did you call my wife?!" Ron objected. Hermione's large brown eyes softened at Ron's protectiveness. Harry stared at his friends incredulously.
"You want to kiss and hold hands now of all times?" Harry hissed. He pushed his ogling friends aside before grasping the helmet and placing his foot on the shoulders of the masked creature before tugging with all his strength at the dastardly thing.
In the midst of the laborious grunts and pained yelling, Ron spotted a familiar face in the distance.
"Galloping Gorgons! It's Professor Snape! Harry, it's Snape! Look over there, it's Snape!" Ron gestured wildly as he struggles to get his friend's attention, pointing to Snape's permanently unamused expression.
Harry relented from the poor creature's abused head, following Ron's obnoxious gestures toward Snape.