Chapter 3
Harry sat in shock. Everything around him felt surreal. it felt like static, any kind of noise was just muffled around him. His blood felt cold, it seemed as if his heart had skipped a beat, his tiny little furry heart hurt. His mind reeled with questions after what he heard.
Weapon? used? plan? Voldemort? Professor Snape? Power???? and other million questions.
Harry stayed still on the hard floor, his feline body trembling with growing anger, shock, hurt, and worst of all, betrayal.
This man, that Harry had seen as a grandfather figure, someone he relied on and trusted. Harry felt devoted to the man. This man had given him a home in Hogwarts, given him a family and friends. One of the most powerful men alive. This man, this headmaster was there for him whenever he needed.
However, at that moment, those thoughts circulated in his mind, had stopped and something overtook him. A small stab of pain in his brain, it felt as something was trying to push in, pushing those thoughts of devotion he had for the old headmaster.
Standing up on his four paws, Harry stumbled out of the Headmasters office.
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Running through the corridors, Harry’s brain seemed to be in war. Literally He could feel how pieces in his brain fought with each other, memories and feelings rushing into his body and mind. He could feel the agony, the anger, hands, voices, eyes, spells, pain. He felt it all. A mix of events, some that added up some that didn't.
It was all weird. Events that he didn't remember flooded his brain. His small body ached. This was the worst moment to remember whatever he was remembering.
At some point that he didn't notice, he had left the castle and was far out the gates of Hogwarts. His little meows of pain, hisses of anger and desperation rang through the trees around him.
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First year
Harry walked around the castle, it was a bit early, no one was really awake. He wanted to explore the castle first before going into his classes. This is where he could thrive, he could finally be someone and not fear that Dudley would tell on him, Where Vernon couldn't touch him, Petunia couldn't demand of his time and yell at him for any mistake or breath he took. This was a new start, a new home and place.
As he walked around he stumbled upon a blonde boy, Draco Malfoy. They both stopped and stared at each other. Looking around, both quickly entered an empty room and closed the door once they both were inside.
The silence was loud. Until Draco broke it.
“You felt it too, didnt you?”
Harry looked up at Draco, squaring his bony shoulders, he nodded.
“I-” the blonde stuttered “..what i said in the entrance-”
“i know.”
silence
“His magic-”
Harry nodded and shifted his footing and stared down at the ground. “Ron and I felt fuzzy when we woke up..he said he didn't know why he reacted to you like that either.. you said-’ Harry stopped for a short second to gulp and looked up at Dracos grey eyes. “you said those were called cam- compulsions?”
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Christmas
When Harry touched the cloak Dumbledore gifted him, uneasiness filled him. His memories had been a shamble, some pieces were missing, and he sometimes acted without wanting to, and he couldn't stop. He knew some part of him yelled to stop, pleaded to get back control, but it was never given.
When Ron told him to try out the cloak, a warmth filled all over Harry's frailed body. An idea started to form in his head as he put his cloak around and disappeared with Ron reacting and such, it kept echoing and repeating.
3rd floor-corridor. 3rd floor-corridor. 3rd floor-corridor.
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When Harry walked around the restricted section to look for the Flamel's, he got what he needed, however he did not immediately leave. He kept looking around for books and such.
Hermione and him weren't great friends yet, but he knew the girl loved to read, so why not start this friendship with reading? And as he looked around, he hid some books inside his robes, he didn't know why but he felt as if he should hide them.
He got so lost in thought, mesmerized at the amount of books there were, that he didn't feel the person behind him, wand pointed in his head.
And his memory shifted.
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As he ate, his head ached. Something felt wrong, his mind felt fuzzy..
With a sigh, Harry stood up. And that's when he felt something, a small spark, hit him.
Bring Hermione and Ron to the 3rd floor. Go through the obstacles.
and so he did.
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Privet Drive. Second Year
“We were promised a patent for keeping that- that freak!! You better give us what was promised or i will-”
“My boy, I will pay you, as promised, but do understand-”
“NO! I have been understanding Albus! That freak got my sister killed, his being got her dead!! He almost killed my duddlykins, and he is tainting our family with his freakishness! his existence is costing us!!”
An irritated sigh was heard.
“Alright then, i will-”
creak.
Three heads snapped to the top of the stairs.
Harry Potter stood at the top of the stairs with wide eyes filled with dried tears and fury.
The last thing he knew, and wouldn't remember, was a wand pointed at his direction.
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Second year, Hogwarts.
Listen to the professors talk . It said. It kept replaying in his head.
Ron and Harry stayed hidden as they heard the professors talk about Ginny being taken in the chamber of secrets. How Lockhart should go, that there's a chance Hogwarts will close, everything will be over, Ginny could be dead.
another voice echoed in his head
Go to the chamber of secrets.
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Third year.
Harry and Draco sat on the floor of an empty classroom. Draco was quiet while Harry let tears of anger fall through.
When they had entered the room, Harry was given a bracelet from Draco. The boy had said:
“Father gave me one after the second year..after calling Hermione..” Draco looked away in shame. “It's to help with occlumency and legilimency, obliviates, compulsion and potions.”
Harry stared up at Draco with wide eyes. “Draco, you didn't have to-”
“It's alright Potter, what he's doing..its..”
Both teens stayed quiet as they looked away.
“yea..” Harry looked down at the bracelet. He put it on his wrist, and in an instant, the compulsions, potions, and obliviates seem to break. His memories and feelings seemed to be restored but they were still foggy and unreachable, but he knew they were there, he knew some memories. He remembered some.
Collapsing onto the cold dirty floor, he gasped and choked out a sob as tears sprang down his face. Draco had gotten into his side in a mere second.
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He yelled and squirmed as he felt hands pin him down.
“Let me go! You sick bastard!!!-”
“Im sorry my boy but this is for the greater good”
A bracelet was snapped into pieces.
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“what?! What do you mean he can't do anything?!”
“Dumbledore's words kiddo, not mine, im sorry-”
A pair of hands slammed on the table in the secret corner of Hogs Head Inn, the person's eyes were flaring with anger and shining brighter than the Avada spell could ever.
‘But he’s- well him!” and at the same time Hermione yelled in anger, “But he’s Chief Warlock!”
Ron seemed to be in thought, before he hummed and tilted his head to the side before speaking. “Hey, wasn't he in your trial? He took care of your case no? I remember Fred and George talking about it when I was six-” "you can remember when you were six?" “yeah can't you? anyway, he knew you were innocent right, before everything?”
Sirius Black had his eyes wide open. And rage filled with them.
“That old git, he knew-”
They were hit with a spell.
“for the greater good.” were whispered further into another corner.
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Fourth year.
Harry was angry. Why couldn't Dumbledore get him out of the Triwizard tournament?! The Headmaster was powerful enough, they could've found a way out! But the man didn't. argh!!
“Harry, i can feel your rage from over here”
“Sorry mione, it's just-”
“I know.. but we’ll find a way. These documents do have some information about magical oaths. It's said that if you create an oath with your magic, promise your magic to it, it will cut the magical contract that was created by the goblet, and you could call upon the orchestrators to be revealed and punished.”
Harry felt a tired appreciative smile form on his face, he loved Hermione, his best friend, his sister. He was lucky to have her.
“And we can later find out how to get Ron out of that compulsion of jealousy.” he said quietly after hugging the girl.
Hermione sniffed and raised her chin in the air with a determined look.
Only to be met with a wand above their heads.
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Yell it. Yell the news. Tell everyone. the voice said. and So Harry did. Clutching Cedric's body.
“VOLDEMORT IS BACK.”