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Beyond Good and Evil	By : Bladewater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, no copyright infrigement intended. I make no money/profit with this. All chracters, plots and places not compliant with the books belong to me. See full disclaimer and warnings in the prolog.

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Hello everybody and welcome back to my story.
A lot has been going on and I totally forgot to post this chapter. Ch. 4 and 5 are currently in progress and I hoefully can post them sooner rather than later. If you find any mistakes (spelling/grammar/etc.) in this chapter let me know. I always appreciate your reviews and I hope to get more responses from you.

Warnings for this chapter: Depression, Language, indicated character bashing, and anything else I missed.

Chapter 3: A serious problem?

Harry woke up and groggily lifted his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes and blinked them open. Sleep had been elusive at best and the scenes of the blood painting the bus crimson kept replaying in his dreams. Thankfully Harry had had no vision plaguing his dreams. He was not quite sure if he really should be happy about it. It set him on edge because he was none the wiser whether or not Voldemort knew what had happened or what his new plans were.
He sat up and got out of bed, took care of his daily needs and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He eyed the two small boxes on the bedside table. He grabbed the one closest to him and opened it. He stared at the ring and mouthed a small ‘o’. The Potter signet ring lay upon a blood red fabric, which felt nice to the touch, soft and flowing. The silver band of the ring gleamed in the light. The family crest was an intricate design of a red background, a black ‘P’ and a golden lion which was standing on his hind quarters, holding a sword. The ‘P’ consisted of a squiggled design. The interesting thing of the design was that the ‘P’ and the lion were overlapping in some places. Those parts were white. Holding the ring up close, the light caught on the upper edge of the ring. Words were engraved above the crest.
-Fortitudo. Deus et familia-
>Well familia obviously means family but I have no clue what the rest is for.<
He lifted the ring from the box and slowly slipped it on his right middle finger. A surprised squeak escaped him. A short electric shock had spread through his arm catching him completely unaware. The tingling that followed lasted a few minutes before it stopped to Harry’s relieve. He shook his arm to shake the lingering feeling away and warily eyed the other box.
>Better get this over with. Can’t get any worse.<
He opened the second box looking at the signet ring of the Black family. The ring was a dull silver. Two green snakes were twisting around the oval form of the crest. The background of the crest consisted of a rich green color.
>Typical for Slytherins.< He mentally snickered. The ‘B’ in the center was also a squiggly design with a white snake twisting around the vertical line of the ‘B’.
He thought a moment about putting the ring on the same middle finger but knew it was a stupid idea. The rings were by no means small and two of them wouldn’t fit on his small finger. He scowled at his hand, hating the fact that not only his hand but his whole body was small for his age. He always felt like a first year compared to Ron or Malfoy. They were tall, lithe and not small and weird like him. He was even more annoyed that all his friends seemed to keep growing while he was stuck with his childish looks.
>No wonder barely any girls try to touch me. I wouldn’t want to touch someone that way who looks like a child either. I would feel like some sort of pedophile…<
He shook his head. He was very well aware that he was not attractive, unlike the other boys from his year. His eyes stared into space. He pictured the bodies of Ron, Malfoy and Dean. While their complexion differed quite a bit, all of them were tall, lean and muscular and attractive in their own ways. While he was not particularly fond of Malfoy, even he could appreciate his pale and aristocratic looks.
He really was a kid compared to them, even if he now legally was an ‘adult’ in the wizarding world. He was still small, thin and unlike them he had barely any muscles. With a sigh he admitted to himself that he was a bit jealous. They were starting to turn into men. He was not. He stared out the dust stained window, barely making out any distinct shapes, while he remembered the few times Ginny had tried to touch him. She never seemed to touch him when they were alone, only if somebody was around to see it. He had been confused until he realized that she never seemed to really like it. What made it even worse, was that those touches had never been of a sexual nature but those of a friend. Her hugs were fleeting, her touches barely there. She always was afraid of hurting him if she hugged him too tight or put too much pressure wherever she touched him. She treated him like he was made out of glass, a fragile thing that was going to break at any moment. Yet she never realized that her fleeting touches hurt more than her not touching him at all.
>Even if she means well, it hurts that she feels not only afraid to touch me but feels disgusted as well…< He clenched his jaw tight, grinding his teeth and blinked the tears away that started forming in the corners of his eyes.
Oh he remembered the looks on the train and at Kings Cross. Or even at Hogwarts. She never liked it when other girls, besides Hermione, got close to him. She would glare at them and sometimes she would even go so far as to hex them when he was not around anymore. He was not sure if she saw them as a threat. At least that was the impression he got. A depressed sigh left his lips. She always claimed she loved him, acted like it with other people around them, yet she never touched him like that but another. And that stung, it hurt and made him feel even more disgusted of himself. He had stumbled upon her and Dean in a hidden corner while aimlessly walking the halls of the castle one evening. He had seen the way they had touched, the passion between them. He knew then and there that to her, he was the same to her as for any other girl. A crush, a dream and a disappointment.
He vigorously shook his head and angrily ripped the ring from the box and put it on his left middle finger.
Pain wrecked his body in short stinging shockwaves. He fell back, gritting his teeth and shut his eyes closed, stopping his vision from spinning. His breath became shorter and labored. The painful shockwaves increased and a lonely tear escaped his clenched eyes. His arm was twitching and cramping when the painful shockwaves slowly stopped. Harry laid on the bed and only opened his eyes once he had his breathing back under control.
>Can’t get worse, my arse.< He cursed in his head while glaring at the ceiling.

Half an hour later Harry stood dressed, hood of his cloak covering his face and hand on the handle of the door. He hesitated, thoughts running wild in his head. He had mulled over what had happened in Privet Drive 4. He remembered clearly the way the wards had cracked, falling apart shortly after. But how could that be possible? He remembered that he was told over and over again that he would be protected by them, that those wards would keep him safe from the Death Eaters and Voldemort. And yet the wards had fallen apart so easily. He scowled unseeing at the door. He had been told that nobody knew where he was, so why? Why had the Death Eaters found him and had taken the wards down with barely any difficulty? His hand gripped the handle harder, his teeth worrying his lower lip. What made the whole situation even more confusing was the fact that no Order Member had watched him that day. He thought back to the last few weeks. Each morning, afternoon and evening one Order member would apparate close to Privet Drive 4 and make sure he was within the wards. He had seen some of them hiding clumsily behind the tree in the far corner of the garden, waving their wands around for everybody to see. He shook his head to get rid of the confusion that threatened to consume his thoughts. He had to be cautious from now on, now more than ever. They got so close to catching him. His mouth twitched at the corners. Those Death Eaters were in for quite the punishment. Voldemort sure had to be pissed off that they had been unable to present him to that bastard. But even though he managed to escape them, he was worried. He knew that either the Death Eaters had found a way to track him down or someone who knew where he was must have leaked the information. The question was who? And would they be able to track him down again so soon?
Determinedly he opened the door of the room. He had no way of knowing how much longer he could stay here before anybody found him. He had to hurry and sort things out before someone could interfere.
>Time to get some things done while I still can.<
He left the room, ate a small breakfast and hurried down Diagon Alley soon after. Keeping a close eye to his surroundings all the time. He entered Flourish & Blotts and let his eyes wander over the amount of books. He tore his eyes away from them when a woman approached him. He stopped himself from tugging on the hood of his cloak, it would only make him look suspicious and attract unnecessary attention from the woman.
“How can I help you young man?” She asked.
“Do you have a list with the books that are required for the seventh year at Hogwarts? I don’t have it yet but I would like to buy them now.” He answered and added:
“And maybe a few other books...” He made sure to turn his head down ever so slightly when she tried to peer closely at his face. He could see the way her face scrunched up in a frown and irritation at being unable to see his face properly. She looked at him skeptically and then said:
“I do have the list, have a look around. I will gather the necessary books.” He thanked her and started wandering through the rows of books. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way she eyed his figure and mumbled to herself. >Of course she is suspicious of me. I wander around her store with the hood of my cloak covering my face for fucks sake. That is not something people usually do in Diagon Alley.< His fingers wandered over some of the books before him, tracing the etched letters on their spines. He even pulled some of them down, flipped through them or just had a look at the list of contents but none of them caught his interest. Sometimes he felt magic pulsing beneath his fingers in pleasurable waves, some of them tingling and one book had him snatch his hand back as soon as he touched it. He shook his hand to get rid of the gross feeling of the magic that came from the book.
>Magic certainly is weird. At least none of these books screamed at me or have bitten me…yet…< He thought while warily eyeing the dark blue book. He tried to read the silver letters on its’ spine but could make no sense out of them. They clearly were in a language he couldn’t read. He tore his eyes away from the book and walked towards the counter where the woman was putting a few books into a bag. He could feel her wary gaze the whole time he was inside the store but tried not to fidget or do anything weird, lest she start asking questions he was not willing to answer.

The following hours passed with Harry slipping from one shop to the other, carefully evading one or two Order members he had seen in the alley, and finishing his shopping for the next school year. He always kept an eye on the door of each store, hoping that none of the people he was hiding from would enter it and find him. The incident in the apothecary had been a close call, one he would rather not repeat. He had just finished his business, intend on leaving the store when he saw a shadow in front of the door and swiftly ducked behind one of the rows holding gross things. Just in time to evade one of his least favorite people. Severus Snape. While he had the feeling that Snape’s eyes had followed him as he had left the store, he was not entirely sure and had hurried back to the room in the Leaky Cauldron. Better safe than sorry. He felt on edge, waiting for the Order members to come rushing into the room and drag him off. It took a while for him to calm down and sort out the things he had acquired during his trip.
Later in the evening found Harry sitting on the bed and throwing the old clothes from Dudley into the waste bin. He giggled every time it burped. Once when he had thrown more than one thing into it, it had farted quite loudly, a cloud of dust following the sound.
Some of the papers Crazdak had given him laid on the bed, abandoned when Harry repeatedly had trouble seeing clearly. He had read Sirius letter twice more, still not sure who he meant. He had his assumptions of course but until he got a hold of the list Sirius had mentioned, he could not be sure. He guessed that the Order must be one of them though if he thought about the last line of Sirius letter. >Until they don’t give me a very good reason I don’t see the point in kicking them out of Grimmauld Place. I don’t need the whole Order trying to berate me about that.<
He also had his suspicions that Dumbledore was on the list. He had tried to go to Gringrotts again, later in the afternoon, but had turned on his heel and hurried back to the Leaky Cauldron and the rented room when he had seen Bill Weasley leave the bank with another person. He had recognized the person as an Order member, but the name still eluded him. Giving up trying to remember when his head started pounding with a headache in the making.
He threw the last piece of old clothing into the waste bin, turned around on the bed and gathered the sheets of parchment together. He had already started wondering how much longer it would take the Order until they got wind that he was no longer with the Dursleys and sending out a search party for him. Sure there had been a few running around Diagon Alley, but none of them seemed to be out there searching for him. It looked more like they were tending to their own business and errands. He stood up and walked towards his open trunk, putting the documents into a box he had gotten at one of the shops, closed it as well as the trunk. He had stowed away everything he had bought today with a few complications. He had tried to shrink some of the books and to cast a feather-light charm on his trunk. He glared at his wand that was lying on the bed, remembering the way the charms had not worked or not the way he wanted them to. It annoyed and upset him.
>I can finally, legally use magic and now this. I don’t get it.< He thought and scratched his head.
He got ready for the night, hoping that tomorrow he would be able to go to Gringrotts without any problems and avoid any trouble that could arise. He slipped into bed with a wry smile. That was nearly the same as hoping Voldemort would just drop dead. In other words, not likely to happen.

The next day dawned bright and early. Sun streamed through the window and painted the room in a soft orange hue. Harry turned his head away from the sun beams that had reached his face, tickling his nose and heating up his face. Murmuring some indecipherable words into the pillow he tried to fall back asleep. He gave up after ten minutes of tossing and turning and got up. He clumsily made his way to the attached bathroom and got ready for the day.
He walked downstairs and seated himself at one of the tables partially disappearing in the darkness of the room and helped himself to the breakfast that appeared before him. While he was chewing on one of the small, still warm bread rolls, he watched the witches and wizards that passed him or were sitting at the other tables scattered throughout the pub. While his outer appearance seemed calm, his insides were twisting with worry. He knew that it only was a matter of time before either the Order members or even worse, the Death Eaters got a hold of him. Still he was surprised that neither of them had found him up to now. It made him question not only the abilities of the wizards and witches but also made him wonder how difficult it had to be to find a young wizard who was loitering around one of the most known magical places in Britain.
Harry lowered his hand and placed the last bit of the bread roll back on the plate. With a sigh he looked around once more before leaving his shadowed place and leaving the pub, intent on visiting Gringrotts again. >I just hope that I will not run into anybody today…<
With a brisk walk Harry made his way to the building at the end of the street, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally entered it. He walked over to one of the goblins and waited for it to acknowledge him.
“What do you want?” The goblin asked quite rudely and eyed Harry over the edge of the desk it was sitting behind.
“I would like to go and visit one of my vaults.”
>The vault Sirius mentioned has to wait until I found a save place. I don’t want to go through the trouble of getting the list just to let it fall into the hands of the Order or the Death Eaters. And I don’t want to think about what they will do once they have it.<
The goblin made a derisive noise and muttered something under his breath before calling for another one of his kind to take Harry to the vast caverns beneath the earth’s surface holding fortunes of so many magical beings.
The goblin escorting Harry was silent besides asking which vault he wanted to be taken to. The ride seemed to take an eternity before they reached the vault. The last bit of the ride had kept on spiraling down and made him dizzy and glad to have solid ground beneath his feet once more. The large doors of the vault loomed above their small forms. As they stepped closer Harry could feel the magic pulsing, washing over him in waves. The doors emitted a soft glow that pulsed in the same rhythm Harry could it feel it washing over him. Harry stared at the doors fascinated by the swirling and flowing patterns the magic wove in front of him. The goblin cleared his throat, startling Harry from his trance.
“You have to place your hand here, Mr. Potter.” The goblin told him while pointing at a section of the doors.
“My hand? Don’t I need a key to open it?” Harry asked puzzled by the request.
“That Mr. Potter only pertains to some of the vaults here at Gringrotts. Due to some…unsavory occurrences we thought it prudent to change some of our security measures.”
“May I know what changed?” Harry inquired. The goblin pierced him with his gaze. Harry barely stopped himself from fidgeting under the piercing gaze of the goblin. At last the gaze lost some of its’ piercing quality when the goblin answered in even tones.
“Blood can be taken from another Mr. Potter, magic can disguise one as another and fool our security to some degree. But there is no way to fool magic herself. Only she can distinguish the signatures that are unique to each sole being.”
Harry blinked.
“She?” He asked, feeling stupid the moment the word left his mouth and even more so when the goblin looked at him as if he had grown a second head.
“Yes, she. For we call her ‘Mother of magic’. Few of you humans still cling to the old ways of respecting her. Most of you just use her as you please.”
Harry looked away, not keen at being scolded over something he had no knowledge of. He tuned out the grumbling of the goblin, walked to the doors and all but slammed his hand onto the oval, smooth shape in the door the goblin had pointed out earlier. The magic flowing around the door rushed through his hand, along his arm and through his whole body. His knees shook from the force of the magic. The magic receded from his shaking body, leaving behind a soft and warm feeling. The oval surface beneath his hand glowed slightly, clicking and scraping noises reached his ears. He looked at the doors slowly that were opening, revealing a pitch black space before him. With a short look towards the goblin, he took a tentative step forward and nearly lost his footing when he stepped on something squishy. He certainly did not give a girly squeak at that. The goblin behind him made sounds that distinctively sounded like laughter. Harry covered his face with his hands, embarrassed and still not sure if he even wanted to see what he had stepped on. Just as he removed the hands from his face, the torches around the vast cavern came to life, casting shadows in bizarre forms around the many piles of coins and other objects.
Harry couldn’t help himself. He gaped. Only for a moment, mind you, but still he was surprised by the sheer size of the vault itself and the amount of stuff inside it. >My trust vault is a joke compared to this< He thought with a shake of his head.
He turned his head towards the goblin and said:
“I think I will need more than a few minutes to go through all of this.” He said, pointing at the things in the vault. Just as he contemplated how much time he would need and ask the goblin to wait, the creature before him thrust its’ clawed hand towards him.
“That will not be a problem Mr. Potter, take this.” The goblin handed him a small round object.
“What is this for?” He asked the goblin, eying the small white object.
“Press it and state the number of your vault. Someone will come and pick you up when you are finished here.” Harry nodded, but felt a bit worried at the same time. >Goblins sure aren’t the nicest magical beings, I just hope they don’t forget or ignore me. I don’t want to be stuck here.<
Harrys’ musings were cut short when a ‘woosh’ sounded and he saw the cart, which he had come down with, speeding away.
>Great.< Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the vault. He started walking past some of the piles that were bigger than him, towering over him and making him wonder why they had not toppled over yet. He was even more curious where all the things originated from, who they had belonged to and what the countless bags and pouches held inside them. He stopped in front of another pile of them and grabbed a dark red pouch. He pulled at the golden string that held it closed. The light of the torch closest to him reflected and danced on the surface of whatever was inside it. Carefully he stuck a hand inside and closed it around various small objects. He pulled it out and turned his palm upside, opening it and eyeing the different colorful stones in his hand. Holding them closer to his face, he realized that they were not simple stones, but gemstones in fact. Just as careful as before he put them back into the pouch and closed it. But instead of putting it back onto the pile he put it into one of the pockets of his cloak.
>Better safe than sorry. I just know that they will come in handy.<
He continued his walk through the vault and came upon a row of shelves and glass cabinets. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked at their contents, sure that quite a number of them were of a darker nature, so he wisely kept his hands of off them. Passing the shelves and cabinets he stopped in front of a rectangular object, covered by some sort of cloth. Harry debated for a moment whether or not to pull it away. He grabbed a piece of it that was not in direct contact with the object and pulled. Dust flew through the air and made him cough, waving his hand in front of his face to wave the dust away. His eyes wandered to the object, which turned out to be a painting. But the painting was empty. He eyed the fine engraving around the frame and he squinted his eyes at the upper portion of it. There seemed to be words etched into the frame, but even after whipping away the dust, he could not read it. The letters were distorted and faded. Wondering why nobody was occupying the painting he called out a ‘Hello?’ feeling stupid within the next moment. Of course nobody would stay in there if all you could ever see would be darkness and nobody to talk to. He stared at the painting for a moment longer, putting the cloth over it again when nobody answered or appeared. He left the painting behind and came across more bags about to burst and some furniture. Just like the rest in the vault, the furniture was also covered in a layer of dust. He let his hand wander over some of them, feeling the smooth texture of the wood-work beneath his fingers. Of course he wondered why somebody would put furniture in a vault but he just shrugged and continued walking. >Wizards and witches sure are weird.< He reached the other side of the vault, looking into another glass cabinet that held jewelry for both genders, shaking his head he resumed his exploration. He eyed the glinting and harsh edges of the objects that were mounted on the wall of the vault. All kinds of swords, axes, spears and daggers of varying sizes had found their way into this vault. Some of them looked wicked, some bulky, which would make it hard for someone of his stature to handle them at all. His hand hovered over some of the daggers. Some of them were obviously infused with magic.
He came across some shelves full of countless books. He read the titles, some of them had his eyebrow rising to his hairline, others seemed interesting. >Hermione would love reading these.< He thought, but decided that he would take some of them at another time. He had barely any space left in his trunk and Hedwig was already at Hogwarts, so he had no way to send them to Hermione. He pulled the object the goblin had given him out of his robe pocket and pressed it, his voice eerily echoing in the vault when he stated the number of his vault. He made his way back to the entrance, picking up a small black bag. >Never know when I need more Galleons.< He thought while shoving it in another pocket of his cloak.
The doors closed slowly behind him, shutting with a resounding ‘bang’. Darkness surrounded him. He pulled his wand from his trousers and murmured a ‘Lumos’, shaking his wand when it flickered. >I have to find out why my magic is not working properly.<
With a screeching sound the cart halted in front of him, the goblin in it motioning for Harry to get in.
“Are there any other vaults you wish to visit?” The goblin asked in clipped tones. Harry shook his head. Holding onto the cart as it sped off through the darkness…
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