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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 Four

The world today is such a wicked thing

Fighting going on between the human race

People give good wishes to all their friends

While people just across the sea are counting the dead

‘Wicked World’, Black Sabbath, ‘Black Sabbath’.

Harry leaned against the wall that surrounded Hermione and Ron’s front garden, the street was dark and quiet except for the sounds of music from somewhere further down and a flickering street lamp.

“What’s up, Prongslet?”

He turned to see Sirius stood at his side wearing a small smile. “Nothing really, I just wanted some air. I’ll be fine, you should go back inside.”

“I know that look, Harry, I’ve seen it on James’ face many times before when he was upset.”

“I’m not upset...not really.”

“Is it this Ginny girl?”

“I...yes, I suppose.” Harry looked down at his hands and sighed, a small frown creased his brow. “I loved her for a while, but now...I don’t know.”

“Love is fickle I suppose, not that I can comment, I’ve never been in love. Not even sure if I believe it exists, Dumbledore used to go on about how it’s the most potent magic in existence, but to be honest I think it’s a lie told to us to make life easier.”

“He doesn’t sound too different to our Dumbledore.” Harry replied with a half smile. “But how can you not believe in love? Isn’t that lonely?”

Sirius shrugged. “Not really, I have Remus and James, I have never felt the need for anything else. I have had a few lovers but none that I would say I loved, for me living is sensation. It’s physical, my happiness doesn’t depend upon another person, I only need what is right before me, the scents, sounds and physical feelings that the world provides...It’s not lonely so long as I have these things.”

“I suppose...at least it prevents you from getting hurt.”

“It does.” Sirius smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. “Maybe I could teach you how to live without the need for someone else?”

“But won’t you be returning soon?”

Sirius’ smile widened. “Yes, we will be, once we’ve got what we came for.”

“So you know what it is?” Harry felt a little sad that he would be losing them so soon after he had found them again, but in some small way he was glad. This Sirius scared him slightly, he was different, in a dark way.

“We do.”

“What did you come here for then?”

Sirius’ eyes glittered in the street light, slowly he lifted his hand and Harry saw a locket glowing on its chain, now he was seeing it up-close he could see that it was silver with no markings on it. “This is a spare one, when Lily died we took it from her in case any Death Eaters decided to use it and now...” He lifted it up and slipped it over Harry’s head. “It’s yours.” Harry’s eyes widened as he felt an awful buzzing sensation fill his body, he felt light and as he raised his hand he realised he was glowing too. Sirius grinned. “See you on the other side.”There was a loud pop and a flash of golden light and Sirius turned, running into the house and grabbing James. “We have to go.” He said and dragged him out of his seat before grabbing Remus. “Thanks for the food and drink, we’ll probably never see each other again! Have fun!” He waved and shoved his own locket around his neck which was pulsing with light.

Remus’ eyes widened as he pulled out his own with James. “Sirius! What have you done?!” He exclaimed as he was engulfed in light as bright as the sun, Sirius merely smiled as the three were thrown into darkness.

XXXHPSBXXXHPSBXXX

Harry blinked, coughing slightly as he recovered from his sudden and unexpected inter-dimensional travel, he climbed to his feet and looked around to see where he was. What he saw made him sick. He was standing in the centre of Muggle London, he was unsure of the exact location but that was mostly because half the buildings were dilapidated, roofs had fallen in, walls blown away and there were windows smashed or boarded up. He looked upwards to see something that made his breath catch in his throat, in the clouds where there should have been the reflection of yellow and orange light from the city was instead a hideous green glowing skull. It was massive, it must have stretched over the entire city and its ghastly glow gave everything an evil look, as if the very air were tainted with Dark Magic. He slowly tore his eyes away and looked down at the silver locket in his palm, it was cool and dark, just a simple cheaply made locket, its magic having been expended.

Suddenly there were three separate pops as people appeared beside him, he spun around and saw Sirius, James and Remus all recovering. “Hey! Take me back!” He shouted, gaining the attention of his companions. “Take me back! You had no right to just...”

“Shh!” James hissed, stepping forward and putting a hand over his mouth. “Just be quiet, if you shout like that you’ll gain unwanted attention! Are you an idiot?”

“Come on, let’s find a safe house...” Remus whispered. “We can discuss it all there.”

Harry bit back his furious retorts and followed his father and friends down the street, the further they went the worse it got. There were no cars on the roads, the streets were empty of people and even animals seemed too fearful to break the eerie silence. The houses were all in varying states of disrepair, the whole place had a sullen, abandoned feel about it and yet Harry felt as if eyes were everywhere. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself.

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Ron and Hermione searched everywhere for Harry, but they found no sign of him, they eventually came to the conclusion that he had been taken or had willingly gone with his father. Ron sat on a sofa, drink in hand as he gazed at the wall. “Why would he just bugger off without telling us? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it’s not like him to do that.” Hermione agreed.

“You reckon they kidnapped him?”

“Judging from what Remus was saying before they fled I would assume so...”

“Then how are we supposed to get him back?” Ron ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, Ron, but we’ll find a way...His place is here with us.”

“Maybe Kingsley will have an idea...I would ask Dumbledore but...”

Hermione sat upright. “I’m sure we could, if we send a letter to McGonagall...she’s bound to let us into the school for that.”

The next morning they contacted the Headmistress, she replied quickly and granted them permission to visit and speak with the portrait of Dumbledore above her desk. When they arrived they greeted the picture and sat down in seats, slowly Hermione explained about Harry’s sudden disappearance, McGonagall listened politely.

“So...do you know how we can get him back?” Ron finished, looking hopefully up at Dumbledore.

“I am afraid that this branch of magic is unheard of here, I cannot help you. Perhaps Harry will complete whatever task he must complete and return on his own, but I cannot be certain.”

Hermione sighed. “Well, I suppose we should begin some research, thank you professors.”

“I hope you do get him back, he will be sorely missed. Tell Kingsley all that has happened, it cannot get out that Harry Potter is missing, the masses would not only panic but it may embolden the Death Eaters still loyal to their cause.”

“Yes, we will.” The two left to return home and begin their research.

“What do you think Albus? Will the boy return?”

Dumbledore considered a moment. “I believe that he may be faced with a choice, he could return, but the question is; will he want to?”

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The house was small and full of people, they were crammed in together into every room and even on the stairs in the hall way. The place stank of humanity, many were injured but all had the same look of hopelessness and despair written across their faces. Harry took a slow breath and nearly gagged on the smell, he covered his nose as they squeezed through the crowds gaining little more than the odd curious glance, most were too beaten to look twice.

“What is this place?” Harry asked as they entered what was the living room, there were no sofa’s or any other sign of comfort except blankets and sleeping bags scattering the filthy floors. “It’s like...like a third world country!”

“This is our London, Harry...this is the world with Voldemort in charge.” Remus said softly, his voice was sad.

“It’s horrible...”

“It’s why we’ve brought you here...only you can defeat Voldemort and free us from him. It has to be you.” Sirius muttered as he put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You have to!”

“You kidnapped me! I’m here against my will...and I can’t kill him again! The only reason I was able to last time is because I had help...”

“Then we’ll help you this time.” James muttered, his face determined. “Only you can do it.”

“Will I be able to go home if I do?” Harry moved his gaze from James to Sirius and to Remus, they looked at each other uncertainly.

“We don’t know.” Remus said finally, shifting awkwardly. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough! I want to go home! I don’t belong here...I’m dead in this time!”

“But we need you, Harry! You can’t just abandon all these people can you?” Sirius waved an airy hand around and Harry looked at them.

“Are they Muggles?”

“Muggles, Muggleborns and Bloodtraitors.” James said.

“I...I don’t know...i really don’t think I’ll be able to...”

“Please.” Sirius took his shoulders in both his hands and looked into his eyes, they were full of pleading and Harry closed his own with a sigh.

“You don’t understand...you can’t understand what it was like...I got so many people killed because they were fighting for me! I-I can’t go through it again! I can’t!”

“Are you really going to ignore this?” Sirius whispered, taking Harry’s head in his hand and turning it in the direction of the kitchen, there was a huddle of small children, dirty and desolate as they curled around each other. “Their mother was killed not long after Voldemort rose to power, she worked for the ministry. Their father took them away from London but Voldemort doesn’t forgive, he hunted them until he caught them and tortured their father until he clawed out his own eyes to ease the pain. They were forced to watch. We had to kill him to put him out of his misery, it was a mercy. You see that woman?” He pointed and Harry nodded slowly, feeling desperately sick. She was small and sleeping quietly in the corner, her hair was white and her face lined. “Her husband and brother were taken from their homes and used for games, they were tortured, forced to fight each other until one of them died...her brother murdered her husband while she screamed for them to stop and the Death Eaters laughed. The brother killed himself afterwards. That man, his mother was chained up onto the roof of his childhood home and burnt. That boy there watched his father blown to pieces, that girl was raped and mutilated...she’s missing a hand and one eye, it was a curse so no magic can heal it...”

“Oh god...stop...” Harry whispered.

Sirius ignored him, pointing to an old couple, the man was drooling as the woman fed him from a shaking hand. It appeared to be soup but she was spilling more than she was getting into his mouth. “They used the Cruciatus curse on him until he went mad, their daughter attacked the Death Eaters responsible but was killed on sight. Those twins there, they used them in some sick experiments, to see if they felt the pain of the other...they went insane and the boy tried to bite into his own wrists...That couple over there...”

“Stop it!” Harry gasped, stumbling backwards and shaking his head. “I-I...I don’t...I can’t...”

“Sirius...that’s enough.” Remus said quietly.

“No, he needs the truth. He needs to see the reality! Remus’ mother, you know she was Muggleborn?” harry nodded slowly, eyes wide. “When the Death Eaters got hold of her we could hear her screams from the block over, we tried to get there in time but...”

“They cut her to pieces...” Remus croaked, his face white and expressionless. “They abused her...called her names...b-because her son is...because I’m...” he shuddered. “My father was covered in blood and sobbing beside her body when we found them, he had tried to put her back together again...her head was in his hands...when I tried to pull him away he hit me. He hit me and told me to leave him...he cursed me and called me a demon, he told me it was my fault.”

“It isn’t.” James said firmly. “He’s mad with grief, he didn’t know what he was saying...”

“He did.” Remus whispered and smiled wonkily. “I’m a monster.”

“No.” Sirius snapped furiously. “We’ve discussed this, Moony.”

“Yes...we have.” Remus fell silent.

“May parents were safe for a while...” James said, he leaned against the peeling wall with his hands deep in his pockets. “I told them to disown me, I made sure they made it obvious and official. They pretended to support Voldemort until they managed to give themselves away by trying to protect Lily from some Death Eaters who had found her, they were giving her some food to take back to us...it was night time and the Death Eaters spotted them together...” he sighed. “The only mercy was that it was done quickly.”

“So you see, Prongslet, we’re desperate. We need your help, please.”

Harry had no choice, his conscience would never allow him to simply walk away. “Alright...I’ll...help you.” He muttered.

Sirius smiled. “Brilliant!”

“We will owe you our lives, Harry.” Remus replied.

“Thanks...I’m sure you can do it, if you’re really my son it’ll be a breeze.” James said, smiling weakly.

“It won’t.” Harry muttered, frowning. “When do you want to start searching for the Horcruxes?”

“As soon as we’ve found the survivors of the Order.” James said, “Come on, they’re not here...but I know where they will be.”

They left the safe-house and Apparated to a small village, it was almost as desolate as London, but the people were still there, tucked away in their neat little cottages. Harry stared around in shock, he knew the place. “Godrics Hollow!” he exclaimed. “I was born here...”

“You were? It’s nice to think that Lily and I eventually got a place here...we always talked about doing it after the war.” James’ smile was nostalgic as he led them through the village, Harry could see the old war monument but instead of it turning into a statue of James, Lily and baby Harry, as they walked past they saw a tall figure with his wand raised in a gesture of dominance...Harry shuddered when he saw Lord Voldemorts stern face gazing back at him made of bronze.

The church’s roof was falling in, but it had been covered with scrap metal and tarpaulins that cracked in the stiff breeze. Harry and the others approached the doors cautiously, Sirius removed his wand from his pocket and tapped it three times, paused and tapped again twice. The doors opened with creaks and dim light spilled towards them, they entered to find a typical village Norman church, except instead of pews in uniform lines there was empty floor, the odd sleeping bag or pile of blankets indicated human habitation. “Hello?” Sirius called, his voice echoing off of the thick stone walls and seeming to mock them all.

After a few moments a figure stepped into the dim candle light, it wore a long cloak and walked with a slight limp. “Who is it?” The voice was that of a woman and one Harry recognised instantly.

“Molly, it’s us.” Remus said softly.

Molly Weasley drew back her hood to reveal a younger looking face, her red hair was messy and she looked as if she had lost a lot of weight. “Remus! James! Sirius! Oh my! We all assumed...”

“That we were dead?” Sirius smiled. “No, we went on a mission set for us by Dumbledore...where is everyone?”

“There weren’t many survivors, we lost nearly all of us that day.”

“Who?” James asked.

“Fabien...a-and Gideon both...They died protecting Bill. Arthur and I also escaped because of their sacrifice...we also lost Dearborn, Aberforth, both Longbottom’s and the McKinnon’s...We’re missing more.”

“Shit...I’m sorry Molly...” James said and put a hand on her shoulder, she smiled weakly and shook her head.

“We’re alive...most of our family is safe, for now.” Harry was confused, he had thought the Weasley’s had not been in the order because of their children. He didn’t ask however, as Molly turned curious eyes to him. “And who is this?”

“This is...” James began.

“A relative of yours? He looks like you.”

James smiled. “He’s my son.”

“What?! B-But that’s impossible! You’re joking...?”

“No, our mission sent us to another dimension where my son survived but Lily and I didn’t, he grew up to defeat Voldemort at the age of seventeen and is now here to help us.”

“You defeated...at seventeen...?” Molly looked faint.

“I did but I had help.” Harry said quietly. “My name’s Harry potter, it’s erm...nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley.”
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