I'mtheanarchist: Hehe I'm back ducks flying objects I know I've been gone for so long I really do apologise but real life has gotten in the way and also I've been suffering from major writers block. I know that's no excuse but here it is another chapter and I must say it's a bit dark but I've tried to put some light bits into it. Anyway the answer to reviews will be at the end I hope you like this chapter. I'm Really SORRY and THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS. I ALSO WANT TO THANK THE 35 OR SOMETHING C2's THAT HAVE THIS STORY ON THEIR ARCHIVES THANK YOU!
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter he is my slave. Ok ok rolls eyes so he doesn't belong to me why do you torture me so. I only own the plot Maria and Rory as well as everything you don't recognise and isn't from J.K Rowlings mind.
Warnings: Swearing, violence.
Summary: Instead of Harry being the boy who lived he is the brother of the girl who lived and he completely hates her because of the way she acts. Problem is Voldemort doesn't know this and goes after her, can Harry get over his hate and save his sister or will he leave her to be killed. I AM NO GOOD AT SUMMARIES Its MUCH BETTER THEN IT SOUNDS!
Un'ombra Solitaria
Understanding what will be done!
Harry suddenly awoke in his class screaming in pain. His hand flew to his forehead slipping slightly at the blood, which had come from his scar ripping open. His breathing was erratic as he continued to scream and moan in pain.
"Harry, Harry what's wrong?" cut Hermione's voice through his pain filled thoughts. He groaned in response as he turned to her his emerald green eyes clouded and misty from the tears that were threatening to fall although he was trying to keep them at bay.
"Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry just shook his head stumbling off his chair and falling on the floor his legs feeling weak. He bit his lips as the stone floor grazed his hands when he held them out to brace himself. He could feel the blood slipping on his hands and he felt calm for a second. As if feeling the pain was making the vision seem like a nightmare, that was all but his forehead was still throbbing and he knew that no normal nightmare would make his scar rip open and bleed like that. That was his second vision of sorts. Why was he getting these visions? Why didn't Rory get the visions of Voldemort after all wasn't she the one who is connected to Voldemort through her scar? He looked around as the students surrounded him asking if he was all right. He backed away, they were suffocating him.
"Stay away from me!" he exclaimed as he ran out of the room and down the hall not paying attention to where he went. He continued to run hoping that he would forget about what he had seen. That he would forget about the betrayal, which was stirring, in his heart. He was so far gone in his emotions that he didn't notice the white haired boy stepping out of the great hall. Harry was thinking about how he should have noticed that his sister was a traitor. Everything matched up, he should have noticed. He couldn't understand how he didn't notice. The next thing he knew he was smashing into a hard body.
"Watch where you're going Potter or are you too stupid to know when someone's in front of you?" came a sarcastic drawl. Harry growled under his breath when he saw that it was Draco Malfoy. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this egotistical prat, who he blamed for his sister becoming a traitor.
"Stay out of my way Malfoy," Harry growled.
"Or what you'll touch me?" came the sarcastic reply accompanied by a disgusted sneer. Harry growled, all his anger controlling him as he grabbed Malfoy by his collar and slammed him hard against the wall, taking great delight in Malfoy's wince.
"I warned you to stay out of my way Malfoy, you would do well to listen to me," he hissed dangerously his face close to Malfoy's his eyes glittering like a dagger in moonlight.
"You don't scare me Potter," Malfoy replied but Harry noticed a slight tremor in Malfoy's voice as he said that and he revelled in it. He wanted to cause this boy pain, he wanted to see him scared and trembling in fear.
"Really, then why does your voice shake?" Harry asked curiously and seemingly innocent though his eyes were still glittering from anger and his hands that were holding Malfoy's collar were tightening the cloth around his neck dangerously tight.
"Potter let me go," Malfoy stated forcefully. He was scared he had never seen anyone this angry, not even the death eaters his father met with to talk business.
"Or what Malfoy you'll get your lord onto me. He has already ruined my life, he doesn't scare me," Harry growled in reply before stepping back and dropping Malfoy to the floor in a pile.
"Funny isn't it Malfoy, that you are frightened of me, the big, weak brother of Rory, then you are of the girl who lived the one who destroyed your lord when she was only a few months old," Harry sneered finding this insight disgusting. It was true. People only feared those who they knew had no boundaries, who were loose cannons and weren't under anyone's thumb. They were sometimes scared by a name but Harry didn't care about that all he cared about right now was making someone else hurt as much as he was.
"I'm not scared of you Potter," Malfoy sneered as he tried to pick himself up from the ground. Harry kicked at Malfoy like one would a football. Laughing chillingly as he heard a groan from the white haired boy. He didn't know what had happened to him. He never used to want to hurt people, well maybe he did want to ring Rory's neck and show people how weak she was but he never found pleasure in hurting people. It seemed that finding out nearly his whole family had betrayed him changed him more then he thought possible. He just wanted revenge he just wanted someone to understand how angry he was, to understand the pain he was going through by going through their own pain.
"Stay down Malfoy. Stay on the floor like the little piece of shit you are," Harry sneered again before storming off without once looking back for two reasons. One he wanted to give Malfoy the feeling that he, Harry Potter, was much better then him, and two…well he didn't want to look back at what he had done. Maybe everyone was right, maybe he was evil, and maybe he was evil like Voldemort. He shook his head. He wasn't evil, just a little bit dark. He wasn't in this fight anymore for anyone else. The only reason he was going to fight was for revenge, was to hurt those that had hurt him and to make sure that his parents deaths weren't in vain even if that did mean protecting his stuck up girl-who-live sister.
"You had better watch your back Potter. No one treats me like you just have without some revenge," Draco said standing up and walking down to the dungeons where he could plan how he would ruin Potter's life, more then it already was.
Harry smiled slightly as he walked down the halls and outside. He felt a lot better after his confrontation with Malfoy. He had released some of his stress and had realised a few things, about how he wasn't going to go down easily. If he was going to die, he was going to piss everyone off at the same time. It didn't mean that he didn't feel betrayed anymore or alone, no he still felt that but not as angry, he felt a serene calmness come over him, he knew what he was going to do and he knew that he would have to control his anger to get there. He partly felt empty now. He couldn't believe that the sister he had always relied on, the girl he had felt he could tell anything too had sided against him. Even the people he had loved like parents, the people who had held him when he cried in the middle of the night screaming from nightmares, had too sided against him and his sister. He just couldn't handle it. He walked to the lake and fell to his knees thumping the ground angrily. It seemed that he hadn't released all of his stress.
He looked out across the extensive lake remembering the tales told when he was young about the squid that lived under the lake as well as the mermaids. He remembered how he had wanted to come to Hogwarts with Rory so they could swim in the lake, so they could see the mermaids. He remembered promising Rory that he would show her the mermaids but then a year later he finally figured that, that could never happen, not with his sister being as famous as she was. He sighed looking up into the overcast sky. It was going to storm, this he knew. It seemed that even the weather was reflecting his mood today. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he thought things through. He had just found out that his sister was a spy for Voldemort that his parents were spies also and they wanted to kill him and Rory. He also found out that Voldemort knew he could see what he was doing. He groaned loudly as his put his head a top his knees closing his eyes and trying to take steadying breaths.
"Harry?" called a soft voice. Harry winced he didn't want to speak with her so he acted as if he didn't hear her call his name.
"Harry?" she called again. Harry sighed and turned his head towards his younger sister. He smiled sadly as he saw her red hair shine in the only bit of sun that was able to peek through the clouds. He could just imagine his mother standing there coming out to see if he was all right but that image soon faded.
"What is it Rory?" he asked in a weary voice.
"I heard about what happened in History today and I was worried," she replied sitting down next to him.
"What do you care? After all I hit you didn't I?" he snapped.
"I'm sorry Harry, truly I am. I didn't mean to say that, I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did but I was angry at how no matter how nice I try to act you always turn me away. I'm your sister," she responded strongly facing him fully, her hands on her hips and her eyes glittering darkly. Harry smiled slightly red heads definitely had a temper.
"That maybe but for nearly all of our lives you have always forced me to the back, always made sure I get blamed for things you do wrong. I'm just sick of it," he sighed.
"Do you think I asked for this? Do you think I went to Voldemort and asked him to kill our real parents? Do you think I wanted our lives to go the way they did? Do you think I want to fight in this war?" she asked angrily.
"No I don't think that but I know you love all the fame you get. Whenever you did something wrong I would get the blame, I was classed as the dark lord in training and you helped that. You even told everyone I hit you so sorry if I don't suddenly fall to the ground kissing you feet," he spat angrily as he jumped to his feet, his fists clenched.
"So you're saying that you never did something wrong? What about that reporter you hurt? What about the time when you killed a rat?" she replied.
"I hurt the reporter because he tried to manipulate me and he was invading on your privacy, on our privacy and I killed that rat because it was in your room. I knew that rats carried disease and I saw you crying. I didn't want you to get hurt!" He yelled.
"You killed it in cold blood though," she sighed.
"It was only a rodent, and all I could think about was protecting you. That's all I've ever thought of but all you seem to do is throw it back in my face and make me seem like the bad guy," he pulled a hand through his hair his eyes feeling heavy as he turned away.
"I know Harry. If I weren't training to get stronger I would try and rebuild the bridges between us. I still love you no matter what we have done in the past," Rory replied smiling softly. Harry turned fully towards her and smiled also. He didn't believe her, this was just one of her scams but he would play a long for now. This way he could protect her from Maria.
"I know Rory."
"Yeah. Well are you sure you're alright from earlier?"
"Yeah I'm fine. I've had worst," he said shrugging it off as if it was no big deal.
"What happened?"
"Nothing I just been under stress and I had a pressure headache, still do," he responded on automatic. He didn't need help, he never had he was fine on his own.
"Ok Harry, if you don't want to tell me that's fine. Anyway you've missed lunch. After you ran out of History you were gone for ages," she said. Harry frowned was he talking to, no beating on Malfoy for that long? He just didn't remember how long he was actually talking to him for.
"So?"
"Well I brought you some food," Rory said handing him a chicken sandwich wrapped in tissue.
"Thanks," he said gob smacked, why had his sister done this for him.
"Don't be so surprised. You are still my brother and family's got to stick together," she said as she stood up. "Oh and Harry Professor Dumbledore wants to speak to you. Something about the Americans," she stated before walking off.
Harry smiled softly after her before eating the sandwich. His sister was something else that was for sure, he still didn't like her but he didn't hate her as much now. He sighed standing before walking back in the direction of the castle when something caught his eye from the forbidden forest. He turned and peered into the darkness but saw nothing. He shook his head; he was just seeing things due to his vision. He sighed pulling a hand through his hair as he walked into the castle and down to Dumbledore's office though he had only been there once before. He thought back to when he was brought here and remembered the password. He was so glad he had a good memory.
"Gobstoppers," the gargoyle revolved opening up a staircase and he walked up it slowly knocking on the door.
"Enter Master Santo," Dumbledore called. Harry rolled his eyes, someone else he would have to tell he didn't want to be called Santo but Potter.
"Have a seat my dear boy, tea, lemon drop?" he asked once Harry was seated. He declined both.
"I was told you wanted to see me, something about my friends?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes well. Your friends are going back to America. Their parents got in contact with me and said that they wanted their children back. Something about it not being safe here," Dumbledore said. Harry sat there speechless. Someone else was leaving.
"What did my friends say?" he asked wondering if maybe his friends wanted to stay.
"They seemed to agree with their family, it seems that the poor boys are suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or something like that," Dumbledore said.
"But they seemed fine to me when we got that death eater," Harry said.
"Yes well they were suffering from one of the symptoms. They felt detached as if it didn't happen but as soon as they got to Diagon Alley and saw the amount of people there they suddenly started to hyperventilating and having anxiety attacks. They started running away and our professors not knowing what else to do sent a stunning spell at them. They seemed fine and usually the stunning spell is just like sleeping but the effects wore off and the boys were doing just that sleeping when they started screaming. We woke them quickly and they told us they were reliving the experience. It seems as if they couldn't handle seeing their whole school blown up and many of their peers killed so they are going home to get some Psychiatric help I think that said," Dumbledore said in a calm voice, which Harry didn't notice.
He listened detached from it all. He didn't know how it could happen so quickly.
"How did it happen so quick? It hasn't been that long since they were gone only about two hours," Harry stated quickly trying to find a fault with what was said.
"Harry it has been four hours," Dumbledore said and Harry nodded dumbly.
"So they aren't coming back?" he asked.
"No I'm afraid not, also it seems all of the parents of the American students feel the same way so they are taking their children out of Hogwarts and going to enrol them into home school," Dumbledore stated and Harry nodded dumbly. It seemed his friends had abandoned him and he was now alone here with nobody.
"If that's all may I go now?" he asked. Dumbledore nodded and Harry slowly got up and dragged his feet across the floor his head down. He couldn't believe that everyone had left him. He sighed.
He walked out of the castle and down to the lake he knew he had divinations next and he really couldn't be bothered to go but he should, just to keep his mind off everything. He looked up to the sky smiling when he felt the breeze across hi face. He closed his eyes; his head back as a soft breeze like a mother's kiss blew across his face. He could almost imagine it was his real mother with her vivid red hair and emerald green eyes kissing him softly after a nightmare. He could almost imagine his real father standing by his mother smiling proudly when he said his first word. "That's my little prongs," Harry could almost hear. But that was all it ever was. Almost. He could almost see them, he could almost hear them because simply he couldn't really remember them, and he was only young when his parents were killed. He would never be able to see his real parents and for that he despised Voldemort and all those who sided with him. They had ruined his life. They had made him so lonely. He looked over the lake imagining his parents at his age laughing and messing around here but it wasn't real the image soon faded as the sound of thunder rumbled deeply, vibrating the earth beneath Harry's feet.
He shook his head wiping at his eyes where tears of regret and loneliness had started to gather before turning and walking towards the school. Once he was indoors the rain did start to fall as if crying for the boy who was a shadow. As if crying for his innocence that had been lost.
Harry slowly walked up to the furthest tower where he was supposed to be having divination. He saw Ron standing there so he walked up to him.
"So you're doing this class as well then?" Harry asked.
"Yeah just for easy grades though. Predict your death and you get a pass," Ron replied smiling. Harry grinned and was about to reply when the ladder descended. They slowly made their way up the ladder and Harry had to take a step back.
"Why didn't anybody tell me our teacher is a smack head?" Harry stated loudly causing most people to snigger.
"Don't talk about Professor Trelawney that way. She is not a drug addict," said two girls that Harry remembered Hermione calling Parvati and Lavender.
"Come on why else would the class be heavy on the incense. If I come out of this class flying in the clouds and stoned remind to say I told you so when I'm no longer stoned," Harry replied wittily. The guys sniggered and the two girls huffed before turning and sitting down.
Harry too sat down at a table with Ron when the divination teacher came in and the first thought that came to his head was that he was being taught by an insect and maybe they should get the pesticide.
"Hello dears, it is nice to finally see you in the physical world," she said in a soft misty voice.
"And they say she's not stoned," Harry muttered to Ron who nodded in agreement.
"Welcome to Divination, I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before as I find that descending into the hustle and bustle of the school clouds my inner eye," she said.
"Yeah but staying up here seems to have clouded her mind. She says that every year. I think you're right Harry she's stoned that one," Ron whispered to Harry who laughed turning the professor's attention to himself.
"Ah you must be Mr Santo. I sense great evil in you," she said.
"Calm down Yoda it was only a bad chicken sandwich," he replied. What's with the whole sensing thing anyway? The muggle-borns in the room laughed getting the reference to Star wars and the professor didn't seem too impressed.
"If I were you master Santo I would pay attention because you might be able to foresee your death and stop it because I can tell that you are going to die," she said causing Harry to snort.
"Wow you've totally convinced me. I'm going to die. That's such a shock because it isn't like everyone dies is it," he replied rudely.
"Ah but sooner then you think," the professor tried again.
"I know, you see I'm thinking about committing suicide because I just can't handle my unrequited love for you. My heart is breaking that's it I'm going to jump," Harry said fake crying as he acted as if he was going to walk to the window. Everyone was laughing and Harry was having fun. Maybe Divinations wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Master Santo I am being serious, you are going to die by an enemy," she said seriously.
"Yeah I know. Ron you're going to kill me aren't you?" he said acting all betrayed. "How could you Ron I thought you loved me?"
"I'm sorry Harry but I found another and I can't let them know about you so I must kill you," Ron replied standing up.
"But Ron we going to get married," Harry stated crying falsely.
"I'm sorry but I love another." Harry ran towards Ron and Ron ran towards Harry and they pretended to kiss and all that. Everyone laughed and Professor Trelawney was trying to get the class back under control. When they were she turned angrily to Ron and Harry.
"That's it both of you out. Your clouded minds are starting to cloud my inner eye," she said.
"Maybe it just needs a good dusting, I'll go and get you a cloth," Harry said.
"Out now!"
"But I need to know more about my death though," Harry whined pouting.
"I said out!"
"That's not very nice, you've hurt my feelings and here I thought you loved me telling me I was going to die and all that," Harry said. The professor looked at him.
"Out right. Ok I'm going no need to get on your high horse or broom," he said climbing down the ladder seeing the laughing Ron.
"That was Bloody Brilliant Harry," he laughed.
"I know it was fun too," Harry replied.
"You have guts to talk to a teacher like that, either that or a bloody stupid git," Ron replied shaking his head.
"I'll go with both of them as well as wanting a good laugh. So what are we going to do for the rest of this period?" Harry asked.
"I don't know want to go and play some quidditch?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged but nodded none the less.
"Sure it'll pass the time," he said as they walked down to the entrance hall and then out to the open. This was the first time Harry had every seen the quidditch pitch properly. "Wow," he murmured as they watched to the broom shed to get their booms. Ron grabbed a Quaffle and they started to just throw to each other lazily.
Harry was near enough lying on his broom out of boredom, as was Ron. "Is this school always so bloody boring?" he asked. Ron nodded as he flew to the ground and just lay there. Harry stayed where he was closing his eyes. He loved being in the air it was as if he was free from his problems. Free from everything. Up in the air he was Harry Potter Santo brother to Rory, or a dark wizard in training up here he was just Harry. A boy who liked to fly, a boy who was good at flying. Up here in the sky no one and nothing turned disapproving glares at what he did or how he spoke, no one sneered at him in disgust or told him to get a sense of style. Up here he was free, and up here he felt closer to his parents. He used to think that if he flew high enough he could reach his parents who were in heaven but he soon suffered from altitude sickness. He laughed at that thought him being sick in the toilet because he flew to high. His eyes closed and for once he fell into a peaceful doze just enjoying the soft breeze across his face and the wind through his hair. He sighed thinking it was his real parents stroking through his hair and watching over him. Here in the air he was safe, he was free.
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Will Harry become a Death Eater? NO! Harry completely hates the death eaters as he thinks they have ruined his life, but that doesn't mean he sides instantly with Dumbledore either. Harry is more neutral only caring about himself and Rory due to his dead parents.
Will Rory or Harry get re-sorted?I think Rory should be put into the house that all dark wizards go and Harry should be put into Ravenclaw because he acted so calm and he had EVERYTHING that suit Ravenclaw? Sorry but no. They are going to stay in Hufflepuff and Gryffindor as i have an idea for later on in the story which explains why they are in these houses and what the hat said to Rory.
Will you please make the wizarding world to know that it's Harry who defeated Voldemort not Rory?I hated Rory getting all the attention! I keep getting asked this. I can't suddenly make everyone know Harry's the true hero. It would suit the speed but don't worry they will find out.
Please let Rory reach her magic maturity soon,then please make Rory and Harry duel in front of EVERYONE,everyone think Rory will beat Harry just using a few hexes and it end up Harry winning with one "Stupefy"I'd love to see Rory ashamed in front of EVERYONE. This one i'm not sure on but i do plan on everyone seeing how weak Rory is and her being ashamed but thanks for the idea!
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Lucullus: Yes I know I have seriously lacked in the action scenes. I am disappointed with the little duel but don't worry the next duel scene will be extensive but I have to get the emotions through first.
RainingInsanity: About Voldemort knowing that Harry was the boy-who lived well. I've given you plenty of clues to know if he does know. You'll just have to guess. If you get the right answer I'll tell you.
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