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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eleven

I search the stars, still I find

No rhyme or reason

I can't see a thing

That's gonna make it right, oh make it right

You're still walking at midnight

Alone with voices in your mind

- Toto, No End in Sight.

The house was getting colder at nights, Harry had no idea of the time of year and he didn't ask, it was almost as if the whole world was stuck in an eternal winter. He stood in the living room of the dilapidated house, gazing out the window into the abandoned streets, his mind was dwelling upon his mission, he was slowly turning the locations over in his mind and wondering how he was going to get to the last remaining Horcrux's.

The cup, the Diary, the Diadem…

He had no idea of the location of the cup, it would be ridiculous to think that Voldemort would have placed it into Bellatrix's keeping when he thought he had no need to. The diary? Well, it was entirely possible Voldemort had given it to Malfoy in this universe as well, it made sense that he would. The Diadem could only be at Hogwarts, it was the only place Harry knew Voldemort had his strongest connection to. But what was Hogwarts like in this universe? Was it overrun with Death Eaters? Would they be forced to repeat a scene similar to that of nineteen ninety seven? He sighed and pushed his hands through his hair, he would have to consider each thing as it came up. He knew the location of the Diadem and while there he could easily get down to the Chamber of Secrets and get hold of the Basilisk Fang. Well…killing a basilisk twice without the aid of Godric's sword would be the most challenging aspect.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Harry turned to see Snape eyeing him warily from the shadowy door way, he smiled. "Thinking about my next move." He replied. "How are you?"

Snape sneered slightly. "Attempting to avoid your father and that Black is harder than one would suspect in such a large area."

"Yeah, sorry about them but getting them to trust you simply because I do is a lot harder than you'd think."

"Why? Why would be stupid enough to trust someone who has proven themselves a Death Eater?" Snape asked, his face as guarded as ever.

Harry smiled softly. "Because once my mum trusted you, a long time ago."

Snape flushed blotchily, Harry was surprised at this sudden show of emotion. "That is private! If you ever, and I mean ever, disclose this personal information I will see to it personally that you are handed over to the Dark Lord!"

"I won't say anything, don't worry."

Snape seemed to relax but he continued to look at Harry with that same loathing he always had done, Harry turned away and continued to gaze out the window, as he watched flakes of white began to fall from the heavy grey clouds. "It's snowing!" He exclaimed.

"That's not snow, Potter…" Snape said softly. "That is the ashes from the fire pits…"

Harry turned to Snape, "You mean it's…?"

"Human ashes, yes."

Harry felt disgusted as he watched the flakes fall steadily, it did look like snow but now he was looking closely he could see that rather than white, the flakes were grey. "I'll defeat him." He muttered, his breath misting the glass. "I…I saw what they did to her, my mother, that is."

He heard Snape shifting behind him. "Do not tell your father what you saw." He whispered, his voice tight as if he were forcing away a painful emotion.

"No. He's better off not knowing." Harry replied blankly.

"Are you going to explain to me what you're doing? How do you intend to destroy the Dark lord? You're not much older than I am and I for one do not have half his power."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. "A long time ago Lord Voldemort played with magic no one is supposed to play with, he discovered the only known way to make oneself as immortal as one can…He split his soul." Harry ignored the sharp intake of breath from his companion. "He killed his own father and made the first Horcrux, placing a piece of his shattered soul inside an object he deemed worthy…" He lifted up his hand which held the ring. "But he didn't do it just once, no, he ripped his soul apart several times. Each time he became less and less human until he is what he is today. I am hunting down each of these Horcrux's with the intent of destroying them, if they're damaged beyond repair the soul inside will die too. Then…"

"Then you go after the piece that is still inside his body." Snape muttered, his voice low. "I see, and how do you, a mere child in comparison to him, intend on taking him down?"

Harry smiled and chuckled quietly. "Well, last time I did it I died…this time, who knows? I'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, I am only after three more pieces of his soul."

"What could they be?"

"Well, there's a cup that once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff…"

"The Hogwarts Founder?"

"Yeah, he has an attachment to Hogwarts. He was…well, he was like me. His mother died giving birth to him, his father abandoned him long before. He was brought up in a muggle orphanage where he became something…I don't know…bitter? But anyway, it was only the beginning, eventually he grew up and instead of becoming a normal person he became a monster." Harry stared out across the dark world as he slowly turned the ring around on his palm. "The weird thing is, is that I could so easily have become like him. I could have grown up to hate Muggle's, to want to punish them all for what happened to me at the Dursley's but I…I didn't. I don't hate them. I'm not even sure if I really hate the Dursley's…I mean, I don't like them, but I don't hate them either. Isn't that strange?" He smiled and stared down at the golden ring in his hand, it glinted innocently at him.

"The Dursley's? Who are they?"

"My mum's sister and her husband and their son."

"You were given into the care of that vile woman?!" Snape hissed and Harry smiled to himself.

"Yeah, she wasn't the most loving person in the world. Anyway, that's neither here nor there now…I haven't seen the Dursley's since I was seventeen. The other Horcrux's are a diary that should be in the hands of Lucius Malfoy and Raveclaw's Diadem, which is at Hogwarts."

"Lucius Malfoy?" Snape said thoughtfully. "I think I may have seen something like that, a small innocuous book?"

"Yes." Harry turned and stared at Snape hopefully.

"I may be able to get hold of it, if you allow me to leave you for a while."

"Brilliant!" Harry grinned.

"No, I am not doing this for you, nor am I doing it for the Wizarding world…"

"I understand, Severus."

"It's Snape." The man hissed and glared at him. "Whatever else you might be, you are still a Potter and that does not give you any right to be ordering me around, do you understand?"

"Yes." Harry replied, managing to stifle his smirk.

"Then I will see what can be done." Without another word he was gone from the house in a swirl of black.

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"Hogwarts?!" James gazed at Harry with wide eyes. "It's impossible."

"Why?"

"Well, because the Death Eater's have turned it into an elite training academy, everyone knows it's their main base of operations now. You'd have to be completely stupid to try and infiltrate it."

"They said that about Gringotts." Harry replied. "They said no one can steal anything, well, I did. I lived to tell the tale."

"Yes but from what you've told us, Harry, you had the help of a dragon." Sirius said slowly. "It'd be insanity to get you in there…it's full of Dementors for one thing and then you have all these layers of enchantments! It's as well guarded as Azkaban used to be."

"You escaped Azkaban in my universe, Sirius." Harry said with a small, challenging smile. "I'm sure you could do it in this one."

James' eyes flicked from Sirius to Harry and back again, he frowned. Sirius looked as though the idea was beginning to appeal to him. "No. I'm putting my foot down! There has to be some other way."

"James, I think they're speaking the only sense we're going to hear in this ridiculous plan." Remus spoke up after a long time in silence, he put a hand on James' wrist lightly and leaned forward. "What choice do we have?"

James bit back a retort, it would have been childish to say that he didn't want them to die. "A-Alright…I suppose it's our only option."

"Great! Storming Hogwarts and thwarting Dementors, what better way is there to spend a Sunday afternoon?" Sirius said with a grin and a manic gleam in his eyes.

Remus began by withdrawing a piece of old and battered parchment, he ran his hand over it with a fond, nostalgic smile. James gaped in surprise. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It's our map." Remus said with a nod as he spread it out on the table to its fullest extent. "I found it in Filch's office on our last day, I was in there handing in some reports for him to see and it was just lying there on the desk."

"I lost that on purpose!" James said and shook his head. "I wanted it found by some mischievous student and used for nefarious purposes!"

"At least one of us retained their common sense, in the wrong hands this could be a weapon. You know what we went through making it, you know what it cost us-" Remus' eyes slid to Sirius who was elbowing him urgently and shaking his head. "Anyway, be that as it may, it's back with us now where it belongs. It will give us a good idea of what's going on inside the walls but not any idea of how well it's protected."

"For that we'll have to brave Hogsmeade." Sirius said with a grimace. "You reckon Aberforth is still in that old pub of his? I kind of assumed he'd grown roots and never leave. He might shelter us."

James considered with a frown. "It's as good a chance as any…despite his dislike of us."

"What did you do to him?" Harry asked curiously, momentarily forgetting about his questions about the map.

"Ah…well…" Remus looked guiltily down at his hands.

Sirius and James exchanged glowing glances and giggled like children. "He has a certain…fondness for his goat." James began slowly.

"He's called it Anathema, when the Order was newly made James, Peter, Remus and I went down to his pub and got really drunk…"

"Ah, his mead in those days…I swear it was brewed well over the legal alcohol limit." James grinned nostalgically.

"Well, anyway, we were drunk and we ended up causing a lot of trouble by putting an engorgement Charm on his Goat, she got so big she took up the whole living room…" Sirius giggled. "Then he got furious and threw us out, a little while later we have the Ministry at our doors to hand us court summons…Luckily we got off with a warning and a fine for being drunk and disorderly."

Harry grinned. "In my universe it's Aberforth who gets sent to Azkaban for experimental charms on a Goat…" He frowned for a moment. "I never did get to ask Dumbledore what that meant." The Marauder's exchanged glances before bursting into hysterics. "What?! What did I say? C'mon, tell me!"

Sirius merely shook his head. "We can't, it's best you don't know, it'd taint our meeting with him…it's a sensitive subject."

Harry frowned. "Alright, fine. Just promise to tell me when we get out of there."

The mood darkened slightly, and they began to look grave. "If we survive." James said slowly.
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