Sirius doesn't die. But there are mentions of rape, child abuse, slash sex, and maybe male preg or threesome. Also, I will be disregarding most of the happenings of the last few books. The first four happened as they were originally written...well with a few details modified, Please bear with me, this is my first FanFic.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!!! They belong to JK Rowling and her associates. If you recognize it, it most definitely is not mine!
Story of His Life, Part Two
Harry began to shake slightly, small tremors running throughout his body. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." His voice had become small and raspy.
"Please, Harry, I need to understand!" Hermoine pleaded, scared of the broken image of her best friend. Seeing that her words were not helping, she cuddled him close to her and shushed him like a child, letting him have a bit of time to recover himself. As he calmed down, he did nothing to relinquish the hold that he had gained sometime during his breakdown.
Eventually, he leaned back and looked at her, his eyes dry and void of any hint of emotion. "If I am to tell you this," his voice proclaimed in an eerily powerful, yet dead tone, "I have made it so you and I will be bonded siblings. Do you agree?" His magical aura became visible by the time he finished the sentence. Hermoine knew that this was a big decision, but she had never heard of bonded siblings before.
Taking a big gulp of air, she looked him in the eye, and simply stated, "Yes, I agree." Before she could get the entire sentence out of her mouth, his magic slammed into her and surrounded them both in a warm cocoon, as a visible like forged between them. Her blue-tinted magic rose up to meet with his and create a rope between them. Then, as suddenly as the magic had risen, it stopped, leaving the cabin looking dull in comparison.
"W-what was that?" she asked in awe and breathless excitement.
Harry just waited, looking at her, his smile sad and knowing as she came to terms with what had just happened. Behind his Occlumency shields, he counted down: 5…4…3…2…1.
As if on cue, Hermoine stopped short in her wonderment and whirled to Harry. "That was major wandless magic, Harry! You can do major wandless magic?!"
"Yes, I can. As I said before, they needed a stupid but magically powerful pawn."
She nodded absently, Now will he share what happened to him with me? She wondered.
Sure I will, a sensual masculine voice sounded in her head. Startled she looked up at Harry. "What the…what the hell was that?!" she exclaimed.
Harry chuckled a bit, "Obviously you missed one book in the Hogwarts Library. I cannot say that I have missed any." He evaded smugly.
Hermoine slapped him playfully, before becoming serious again, "What was it that happened Harry?"
Harry's easy, open manner disappeared as if it was never there. Sighing he looked at her, and then proceeded to show her. Images flashed through her mind, him cooking, cleaning, and doing chores no child should do. Then the images slowed down, showing her numerous beatings, whippings, and thrashings. Him tied down, struggling as a huge walrus of a man raped him, slamming into his small body, causing horrid damage. Those were the only days he was allowed to eat. The blood and gore seemed endless. She gasped when it came to an end, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes were glossed over from the pain that he had felt.
That is what happened. That is the true me. BUT coming to Hogwarts has helped me, for now I have gained the height and weight to make me healthy and strong. Dumbledore knew they were not taking care of me. He knew and still sent me back to that Hell. That is what he is doing now, but of course, he does not know that I can now come to you for blood protection, since we are now of the same blood. I will never be good to look at though that is why I will always keep this glamour up. No one can ever know. The masculine voice slid through her thoughts, weaving itself into her brain. No, it was not just any voice; it was the REAL Harry's voice. The voice he heard inside his head, just as she heard hers.
"Harry," her voice quivered with sorrow, "show me."
Those simple words struck terror through him, so strong that Hermoine could feel it swallowing her up through their link. Abruptly the feeling stopped as his head whipped towards the door of their compartment. Ron's loud voice could be heard arguing with someone about them and the compartment they were sharing.
"What in bloody hell is going on!" His irate, harsh voice demanded, "I haven't seen either Harry or Hermoine since I got on this train! And now this compartment is locked! I bet they did this on purpose!" Loud knocking came on the door. With a wistful sigh, Harry looked at the door then turned away, his hand coming up to wave off all the magical wards. Within seconds of his actions, Hermoine observed, Ron came bursting into the compartment, his face red with anger, almost matching his hair, Neville following meekly behind the redhead.
"What's this all about? Why did you lock me out!?" His voice was accusatory and harsh.
Calmly, Hermoine studied him, allowing him to rant. For his part, Harry had tuned out all others, retreating into himself, leaving a vacancy where Hermoine had just moments before felt him. Blocking out the noise of Ron's ranting about them being unfair to him and excluding him from their lives, Hermoine concentrated on that empty spot in her consciousness where Harry had been. Are you okay? She asked silently, surprised by the ease with which she had accepted their new relationship.
Fine, just drained, his soft voice brushed through her mind in answer. With that assurance she leaned back and began to pay attention and respond to Ron, who seemed to finally be coming down off of his angry explosion.
Within a few moments they were all talking easily, getting ready for the summer ahead. As the train approached the station, Hermoine kept an eye on Harry, as he seemed to sink deeper and deeper into himself, leaving that void in her mind, a connection unused. What is coming? How is everything going to change? She wondered, for she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that encompassed her. This summer would be the marking of a new chapter in their lives. Will Harry be okay? Was her last thought before climbing off the train and going to her family, all the while watching Harry as he approached the fat man that she now recognized as his uncle.
