Harry Potter and The Past

Harry Potter and The Past Chapter 2

Harry whispered to Ginny, "Get out of here, I'll fight him off. Use your Animagi form to escape. Fly back to the castle."

She decided to do that, but not to get away from the fight, but to get help from the teachers. She wasn't going to just sit there and twiddle her thumbs, while her boyfriend was out there fighting for his life. She was determined not to lose him again, so she, nodded, transformed, and flew towards the castle.

Voldemort drew his sword., as that was the only way to kill each other. Voldemort had a poisoned blade again, while Harry's worked as a protection against spells, and recently he had also enhanced it, to channel his magic, like a wand did. Harry drew the blade that Dumbledore had recently given back to him.

Thus began the dance of death. On and on it went. Never stopping, never a break. Neither fighter was getting worn out either.

Harry had just seen an opening, and was ready to strike, when Dumbledore broke it up. He approached them, waving his wand threateningly, acting a little like Helga Hufflepuff had when she had found them fighting so long ago. They knew that Dumbledore, while not Helga, was enough of a match for them that they probably wouldn't have enough energy after beating him, to overcome the other one, so Voldemort had to leave again, and Dumbledore had to drag a rather violent Harry back to the castle.

Once inside Dumbledore lectured his pupil, "Harry, don't you dare so that again! You could have been killed! Then where would we be off. You have to have lots of training behind you before you can do a stunt like that! Something that you don't have. Do not do it again!"

"If I died, then he wouldn't be far behind me. I was just about to win when you interrupted us. I've killed him thousands of times before, why shouldn't I do so this time? I'm the only one able to kill him. Why won't you let me this time?"

Ginny was the one to answer, "Because, every time you kill him, he kills you too! I've helplessly had to watch you die time and time again! I don't want to loose you again this time! I will not allow history to repeat its self again! This lifetime will be different! This time none of us will die, neither you, Draco, nor I! I won't watch it happen again! This time Ron is my brother and Hermione is Draco's girlfriend, they will not turn like they did back then!"

Now everyone, other than the trio (Harry, Draco and Ginny), were confused.

Trelawny was the first to understand what was going on, so she explained it to them, "We already knew that Harry is the reincarnation of Godric Gryffindor. It seems that, in that timeframe, Draco was Godric's best friend Owen, Ginny his wife Rowena Ravenclaw, and Voldemort was Salazar Slytherin. It also sounds as if Ron and Hermione worked for Slytherin. I can also safely assume that Harry and Ginny are soulmates, that they have met with Draco a lot before, and that all three of them have regained most of their memories. Is this true?"

The other two looked to Harry, who answered, "Yes, you're right, but we won't talk about it."

A new memory flashed through his mind, of him as an elf-prince. He took out his sketchbook and drew the picture in there. When he was done Snape grabbed it from him before he could retaliate, then he skimmed through it, his eyes getting bigger and bigger the further he advanced in it.

Finally when he finished, he told the rest of them, "All these people were extremely magical, killed a dark lord, and died from the battle wounds. However, they always left an heir. If we don't work carefully, history will repeat its self. This time we have the advantage of knowing what seems to be happening. It seems to be following the same scenario as the founders battle, someone broke up the first major fight between them. If everything goes the same, there will be a few more battles. In the last battle, a killing-curse will be thrown at Harry, but Draco will protect him, by sacrificing his life. Harry and Voldemort will battle, and Harry will win. However, then he will discover that his opponent's sword has punctured his skin slightly during the battle, and will die from the poisoning. Well, as I understand, Harry can block the killing curse, as I've read about it in history books, but Draco didn't know that in his past lifetimes, so that means that Draco won't sacrifice himself again. We also have Fawks, and we will make sure that he follows you around, to make sure you don't die from the poisoning, when it happens. This time you will break out of the mold that was lain out for you. Ron and Hermione, you will go straight to the headmaster, if you get a letter trying to get you to join Voldemort."

No one had expected this to come from Snape, so they all looked at him, as if he had grown two noses. He retorted, "What?! Just because I greatly dislike him, doesn't mean I want him killed! I'm not that cold-blooded! Unlike someone I know." He sent a death-glare at a big black dog, that glared right back at him. Someone started snickering, then more people joined in, and it developed to full blown laughter from everyone, that is everyone who didn't know what had happened back then. Snape sent them all glares, and they quickly shut up. The dog started laughing, if dogs could laugh, and if looks could kill, that dog would be long since dead. Harry quickly came to it's aid, "Professor, I'd like to hear how it's possible that this dog could almost kill you, without leaving marks behind. So, good bye."

They left, Snape stormed off, and everyone else started laughing again, then went back to the ball.

Harry and co. soon stopped at an empty classroom, knowing they wouldn't be disturbed, but they still did some extra precautions, as in, they put a locking spell (resistant to the normal opening spell) and a silencing spell on the room. The black dog changed into a man, that we all know, Sirius Black. He was angry. He yelled, making them glad for the silencing spell, "Harry, why didn't you tell anyone? We could have helped you! I'm your godfather, for goodness sakes! I would have custody of you, if it wasn't for Wormtail!"

He calmed down a bit, as the realisation dawned on him. He continued, "Harry, am I right in saying, that you wouldn't have even told your parents about this if they were alive? That if you had understood from the beginning what was happening, you wouldn't have told anyone about it?"

Harry nodded. Sirius sighed. "Then I'm sorry I exploded at you. I just am sad that I can't be more of a parental figure for you. I love you as my own son, and I would protect you with my life, if need be. I'm really sorry, maybe I should leave now."

He turned to leave, but Harry wouldn't hear of it. He grabbed Sirius' arm, and hugged him, joy written clearly in his face. He answered, "Sirius, I love you as a father. You are the closest thing to one I've ever had. The Dursleys were never really family to me. I'm sorry, if I had know it would hurt you so much I never would have kept it secret. It is I who must beg for forgiveness."

"No, you don't. Oh, apropos Dursleys, I heard that you're not going back to them this coming summer, why is that? I understand why Draco feels that way, but why do you?"

Harry became nervous at this question. "Uh, maybe because I don't want him here alone?"

Sirius gave him a look that clearly said, 'I don't believe you, now tell me the truth.'

Harry looked pleadingly towards Draco and Ginny. Sirius raised an eyebrow at this exchange, but didn't say anything. Draco finally understood what Harry wanted, he wanted them to tell for him. He whispered this to Ginny, and she nodded. They began to tell the story.

Harry's P.O,V.

I listen to them telling the story. I never thought it would affect me this much hearing it from someone else, but it's even worse, hearing it, then telling it. But I know that I can't tell the story to anyone anytime soon. I still have to heal from it. I start rocking back and forth, silently crying. I still remember every little detail of it all, the beatings, the attempted rape, the hate they put out, everything. I can't escape from the memories, although all I want to do is forget. I'm half afraid that Vernon will find out about my having told someone, would he come to find me? Jesus, please, all I want is to be free from him. He's angry at me for living, for breathing, for being what I am, a wizard. I can't help it. Sometimes I really start to believe what they say, think that I'm a worthless freak, and that I deserve what I get, but then I look at my friends, and I know that to them, I am not. They care, even if my relatives don't. Here I am worth something, here is where my heart lies, this is my true family. Sirius picks me up and puts me on his lap, hugging me, He keeps on whispering to me, but I can't hear him, through my thoughts. All, I know is that it is very soothing. I'm falling into a deep sleep, just before I'm drawn into it, I quietly say, "I love you dad", and then I surrender to sleep.

Back to normal P.O.V.

Sirius felt torn between killing those bastards, and weeping joyful tears because of Harry's last words. He finally settled for kissing his godson on the brow and stating, "I love you too son."

The others watched this scene, clearly touched. They swore then and there, not to bring any more suffering to Harry. He had already had enough of it, in his short life. They had noticed the fury behind Sirius' eyes, but he was doing his best to stay calm, for Harry's sake. He didn't want Harry to feel anger in his surroundings, when he clearly hadn't recovered yet. It was a rather cute way to see the two of them. Lavender reached into an invisible pocket, and drew out a camera. This photo would make anyone who saw it think twice, about the man holding the boy being a convicted criminal. Harry was curled up against Sirius, and he had a rare smile on his face. Sirius had a look of such utter care on him, that no one would think that this person was even capable of killing anyone.

Sirius carried Harry up to his dorm. He was going to stay there to watch over him, because he had been under a lot of emotional stress that day. He heard Harry start to yell, and went to research it. First he closed the curtains though, to put a silencing spell on them, but instead he found that Harry had already put one on them. He opened up the curtains again, to get in. Just as he was entering, Harry yelled something that made his blood freeze. "Stop it, it's not their fault that they're Muggle-borns! Leave them alone!"

Well, Sirius snapped. He tried everything he could come up with to wake Harry up, he even tried saying, "I'm going to go join Voldemort, Harry, so bye!"

None of the spells, or anything he said worked. He ran off to find the headmaster, after checking the marauder's map, where he found that they were on their way to Dumbledore's office. He turned back into his Animagus form, and ran off to reach them before they reached the office.

He got there just in time, told them what had happened, and together they hurried back to the tower.

When they arrived there, the first people were coming from the dance. They told them to just stay out of the fifth years boy dorm, and keep anyone from going in there.

Rushing up to the stairs to the dorm, they conjured up some chairs around Harry's bed, and Dumbledore tried some more advanced spells, but none of them worked either, so they were forced to take him to the hospital wing. There the nurse found a lot of scars, but couldn't wake Harry up. She ended up giving him some dreamless sleep potion, which she then inserted into his stomach. His screaming subsided, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Soon after, Ginny came running in. Her friends had told her as soon as they got wind of it. Ron was the only one not awake, because he was in the dorm at the time, and was somehow able to sleep through the commotion. It was something very unique about the male members of the Weasley family. No one even bothered to wake him up, because it would be more bother than it was worth.

Back to Ginny, after she arrived in the hospital wing, she wouldn't go, so they had to let her sleep in another bed there. Sirius, who was currently in his dog form, decided to sleep at the bottom of Harry's bed, much to Madame Pomfrey's displeasure.

The following morning the group woke up.

Harry felt more refreshed that morning, than he had in ages. He wondered why. Then Ginny came rushing over to him, yelling things that didn't make any sense, until he realized where he was, the hospital wing. He mentally groaned, how he hated this place. He then realized that the nurse had probably seen his scars, and was currently wondering how he got them. This lead to another conclusion, some of the beatings had been done with his uncle's belt, so that he was sure, the nurse could figure out that he had been abused. At that moment he wished nothing more than to just be left alone. Ginny seemed to sense that, and retreated back to her bed.

Soon after, the nurse came in, and wanted to know why he had scars that looked like they came from a beating, but he turned his back on her. Finally she gave up, and went to talk to the headmaster about it.

Madame Pomfrey couldn't believe it. If her assumption was right, then Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was being abused at home. She couldn't believe it, after all, she had believed that he had been treated like a hero, and had been worshiped. She decided that she'd also have to talk to Snape about it. She had to know what was happening, and if he might slip into a depression. Who knew what traumatic things happened to him over the summers, and what had happened before that. There was a potion she knew of, that would tell her his state of mind, but she needed to talk to Snape about it. There was also a spell she knew, that wrote on a sheet of paper what had happened during certain parts of the other one's life. She decided that she would go to Snape first, so she headed down to the dungeons.

Snape was, to say the least, surprised that Harry's home life was so terrible. 'Although,' he thought, 'I should have guessed. He was always so thin, and small, that he is easily one of the smallest kids in the school. He also obeys a lot more, and almost seems to be afraid of me sometimes, although in a different way then the others in the school. He is extremely disciplined, more so then most of the others in this school. I saw him once before he came to Hogwarts, although it was only an accident, we ran into each other. Why couldn't I remember this before? He had scars all over his arms, however faint they were against his abnormally pale skin, and when I asked about them his eyes filled with terror, and he told me a lie. Now that I try to recall the memory, I think that I remember seeing healing cuts on his wrists. He was only about six at the time, and he had already tried to kill himself, probably because he didn't have any hope, and the Muggles lived with didn't tell him anything about his magical inheritance. I bet he got a beating for trying to kill himself too. How can people do that to a child? How did I manage to forget that? I think I only caught a small glimpse of his scar, before someone dragged him off, I think it was his aunt. How could I condemn him to further treatment like that, by not remembering? If I hadn't forgotten, Harry would be happier now.'

Still blaming himself he got to work on the potion.

Madame Pomfrey told Dumbledore what had happened, and what she had found out. While the headmaster remembered Harry begging him to let him get away from his relatives. "How could I have been so stupid!", he yelled angrily, "He was practically begging not to go there, and I passed it off as something every teenager goes through. All the time he's been going through hell, and I didn't realize it! How could this happen? I should have listened to someone about the thing with the Dursleys, I shouldn't have left him with people that hate magic. It's all my fault!"

Little did they know that Madame Pomfrey and Sirius were also blaming themselves. If the subject hadn't been so serious, it might have been funny.

Harry was remembering when he was seven, and he tried to kill himself. After pulling that stunt he had gotten one of his worst beatings ever, almost as bad as the time he broke his leg, but his uncle always made sure that all the wounds could be covered by clothing that fit that season. No one ever paid enough attention to Harry, that they would notice the pale scars against his already pale skin. Sometimes Harry had wished that his uncle would just go beyond the point of return, so that he would be surrounded by the bliss of death.

Now Harry had something to live for, however, and he had regained hope. He had recovered the hope that he had lost during his terrible godforsaken childhood. He swore that he would never let anyone ever have the same lot in life as he did. He told this to Ginny, and she went back to his bed, and just held him, comfortingly.

Suppressed memories of abuse resurfaced, he began to lose himself, forget what was going on at that moment for him, but he held on fast to his present situation.

Then a memory of Snape resurfaced. It had been soon after his attempted suicide. Snape had taken in every detail, but Harry wanted the scary man to just plain forget it.

Harry decided that he must have used accidental magic to make him forget, or Snape would have gotten him out of that house a long time ago.

Then the memory of his first attempted suicide resurfaced. He remembered seeing it on television, that most people committed suicide through slitting their wrists. He had first noted that no one was home, then he went and got one of the sharp kitchen knives, went to his cupboard, and slit his wrists. It hurt at first, but then he started drifting off, until he woke up again. That had been his first trip to the hospital.

He also remembered the beating after that for wasting their money. Afterwards he had never been left alone again, so he couldn't ever do the same stunt.

He didn't want anyone to know about the faint scars on his wrists. No one even noticed them anyway. He would rather keep it a secret that he had done that.

At the same time Snape finished the potion. He bottled it, and went to the infirmary.

Dumbledore, and the others had gotten over his guilt trip by now, and also went to the infirmary, to get ready to use the spell.

Ginny had noticed the weird scars on his wrists by now, and asked what they came from. Harry snorted, and answered her, "If you don't know where marks like these come from, it's time that someone told you. People with such scars on their wrists slit them, often they did it themselves. It's what the hopeless do, and I didn't have any hope before I came to Hogwarts. I tried to commit suicide through this when I was seven. After that I wasn't ever left alone again. Before that they used to leave me at home alone, but after I pulled that stunt, I was always sent to a neighbor's house, when they didn't want me tagging along. I gained my hope again shortly before my eleventh birthday. I somehow knew deep inside that something would be happening soon. Since then I've only lost hope once, and I regained it when your brothers came and collected me before my second year, and your first. I still get so angry about what Riddle did to you, and that I didn't protect you."

Ginny looked up at him, noticing that he had changed the subject, as soon as he got a chance to. 'It must still be troubling him that he tried to commit suicide,' she thought, 'I wish I could do something to help him'

She couldn't think of anything to do, so she just kissed him, and they started making out.

When the grownups arrived, they found it hard to believe anything was wrong with the way the young couple was making out,...

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, but, to his amusement, they were too caught up in the other one to notice anything else. The other grown ups were extremely embarrassed to be interrupting at this point. Dumbledore just tapped Harry on the shoulder, and he reluctantly stopped making out with Ginny, who looked just as reluctant as he did, and asked, "What's so important that it can't wait? I should think that I could at least snog my girlfriend without being interrupted."

His elders had the decency to blush at this comment, as did Ginny. She agreed with him, but it was a little embarrassing for him to say it out loud. Snape was the first to recover from the humiliation, "Harry, it has come to our notice that you have been abused, what do you have to say on this matter?"

"It's true. I know it wouldn't be of any use to lie to you, because you saw me when I was about seven. I would like you to keep silent about the extent of the injuries you saw."

Snape was a very observant person, so he realized right away what Harry was hinting at, he didn't want anyone to know of his attempted suicide. Snape shot a look to Harry, then directed it to Ginny, asking about her.

Harry answered by looking at the scars, then looking to her, indicating that she already knew.

End of Part Two!