More Than Meets The Eye

READ THIS! This is the sequel to The Figure Clothed in Black. If you have not read that, I suggest you so, because if you don't this won't make any sense, I promise. I am not going to give a little summary like some people do, because it wouldn't be little. It really won't take you all that long to read it. It's only 25 chapters long and most are short. But be warned. I am the queen of twists. I put stuff that you wouldn't think of in a million years. I'm not trying to brag. One of my friends called me that, queen of twists, and it stuck. Now without further a due, is that the right way to write that? Chapter one.

Philip Riddle

Chapter One: The Journey Begins

Harry walked over the ruff ground, wincing with every step as he blistered and bloodied feet complained, sending shearing pain up through his legs. He didn't know how long they had been walking, but it had to have been several days. His feet sank into a hole, and he fell, twisting his ankle and yelping in pain. He stayed on the ground for a second before being hauled gruffly to his feet.

"Get up. We don't have time to stop for any reason. I don't care if you're hurt, hungry, tired, or even is you have to use the bathroom, we are not stopping, understand?" Philip Riddle, Master as Harry, and all of his followers, including his brother, Lord Voldmort, were ordered to call him, snarled at him.

Harry just managed not to scream out as Philip shook him. "I said do you understand!"

"Y-yes, Master," Harry whispered hating himself for doing it, bringing make memories of the day when everything had changed.

Harry looked down in agony at his godfather from his spot in the sky high above everything, seated comfortably in the black thing. He had watched as Voldemort joined him, them, and Sirius's reaction to seeing his lifeless body.

Sirius, he thought, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive!

He could see his godfather's shoulders shaking with sobs as he cradled his body.

Harry didn't stop the tears that rose. He watched as Dumbledore moved toward Sirius and made move to take Harry out of his arms. Even fifty feet in the air he could hear Sirius scream at him.

A sob escaped him. He wanted to tear his eyes away, to not watch this horrible spectacle, but was unable to.

Kayla walked over to Dumbledore and he drew her into a hug.

Kayla, he thought wistfully.

He laid his head in arms, sobbing, thinking, what have I done?

Kayla looked sadly down on the freshly dug earth at her feet, with flowers on top of it remembering the one who lay beneath.

She tried, for the millionth time, to reach Harry telepathically. It was useless. The connection was gone, meaning he was truly dead. A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell onto the dirt at her feet.

She turned and slowly walked away, anger burning through her.

I will kill you Philip Riddle, and that's a promise. I never break my promises.

Ethan and Amy kept their eyes trained on the ground as they walked, looking for holes that could twist an ankle.

"How long do you think we've been traveling?" Ethan whispered to her.

"I'm not sure. At least a week, maybe more."

"It feels longer," he whispered back.

"When do you think he'll notice?" Amy whispered so low that it was almost inaudible. Ethan didn't have to ask what she meant.

"I don't know, but I think we should stop talking and not get to close to him."

Remus sighed and sat down his mind on his best friend. Sirius had been worrying him greatly the past few days. He thought back to when Harry had died, comparing how Sirius was doing now to then. The only difference was that he wasn't completely hysterical now. Madame Pomphrey had had to give him a sedative because he was being so hysterical. None of them had eaten very much since Harry's death, but Sirius hadn't had any, and had only drunk enough to keep him alive. They all had to treat him like a little kid, never letting him go anywhere on his own beside the bathroom for fear of him hurting himself.

Remus put his head in his hands, fear gnawing at his heart. He honestly didn't know if Sirius could make it through this. He had sacrificed so much for Harry, and had gone through so much in Azkaban...

Remus looked up startled as he felt a hand rest on his knee. He met the concerned gaze of Madame Pomphrey. She held out a two potions for him. One was the Wolfsbane and the other a dreamless sleep potion.

"Take both and go to bed, Remus. Someone else will keep an eye on Sirius. Go to bed," she said firmly.

He nodded, to tired to argue, and went to his room.

"Mommy, people are coming this way!" Stephanie yelled excited. The town rarely got any visitors.

Brittany walked over to where her daughter was looking out the window. "See," she said proudly, "people are coming."

"They sure are," she said humoring her. "Go get ready for bed. No arguments. I'll be up in a few minutes." The child huffed, but did as she was told. Brittany continued looking out the window. She could see two figures at the front, obviously the leaders, with what looked like about fifty people behind them all dressed in cloaks. They were walking toward her house. She left the house calling to her husband to help Stephanie get ready for bed.

The front two people had removed their hoods and everyone else was doing the same. The taller of the two, the father she suspected, had light brown hair and brown eyes. The shorter one had darker hair, but the same eyes.

"Can I help you?" she asked cautiously. You could never be sure about people now days, especially with Voldemort back.

"You probably can. May we speak to whoever runs this town?" the father asked. His voice sounded weary and now she noticed how dirty he looked and smelled.

"You're talking to her. My name's Brittany Allen."

"I'm David Foster. This is my son Mike," he said pointing at the shorter boy beside him. "Have you heard of Voldemort by any chance?" Brittany nodded. "He attacked our town not long ago and we are the only survivors. There are maybe sixty of us at the most. Please could some sleep in you house? It doesn't matter where, but a couple of the women are pregnant and the walk here has been very tiring..."

"Oh, yes, of course. How far along are they? They're not due anytime soon are there?"

"One is due very soon now, and the other not for a few months."

The two women came forward and Brittany started to examine them. One looked ready to explode. "Please," she whispered, "I'm pregnant with twins. I've been having contractions for an hour or so now, please let me lay down..." she trailed off unable to speak.

"Shh, she soothed. "It will be alright," she said leading her into the house getting her settled on the couch. "I'll call a doctor to come immediately." With that said she left the room.

"You remember the plan, correct? No running away and you will pretend to be my son, got it? While we're here you will call me dad, understand?"

"Yes, Dad," Harry replied bitterly the word burning his tongue.