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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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AN: Well, if you’re wandering why I am stealing idea’s from actual events well...JK Rowling did make many references to the first and second world wars in Canon so let’s just say I’m embellishing that...I hope you enjoy yet another very dark chapter. I am actually loving writing this, I will continue to try and get chapters out regularly but I am currently writing some other things so I may be irregular either way I promise to get them written, even if it takes me a year. :p (It won’t btw...lol) Enjoy and thank you so much for the reviews and interest in this story, even if it IS horrific. (I will recommend you listen to Henryk Górecki - Symphony Nº3 (Symphony of Sorrowful Songs) while reading this, it really will lend atmosphere)

Chapter Seven

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

And everything's done under the sun,

And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Pink Floyd, ‘Dogs’ Album; ‘Animals’.

“So...” James leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he spoke to the ceiling. “Where to next?”

Harry gazed down at the map of Britain, his eyes swept it and he spotted a name of a place he had only been to in the Pensieve. “Little Hangleton.” He said softly, resting a finger on the little dot. “The ring...” And the Resurrection stone... He thought to himself, he would avoid telling them about that particular detail if he could help it. “Once we’ve got all the Horcruxes we’ll go to Hogwarts and I can get you into the Chamber of Secrets...”

“You’re serious about that then? You’re really going to duel a Basilisk?” Sirius asked softly, his eyes wide.

“It’s the only thing I can think of that will destroy the Horcruxes...”

“And if the giant snake kills you?” James asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Then...then I suppose you’re on your own.” Harry replied, his eyes as hard as gemstones. “I’m no stranger to life and death situations...i’ve already died once before.”

“But I have a feeling that this time it will be a little more permanent.” Remus said, he turned his eyes to the map. “But we’ll worry about that when the time comes.”

“Yeah...” James rose from his seat. “Let’s do this.”

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The four of them apparated just outside the village, it was dark and the crescent moon hung in the sky surrounded by tiny stars. Remus looked up at it briefly and sighed before lifting the hood of his cloak up to cover his face. James squeezed his shoulder once before turning to Harry who was looking around as if confused.

“Well, this is it...” Sirius whispered, his voice hoarse and seemingly much too loud in the heavy silence.

“I...I don’t know where we are in relation to the cottage...” Harry muttered softly, his eyes scanned the area. He had wanted to take them as close as possible to the house but where there should have been trees there was little more than a wasteland, he looked up at the hill and he could see the soft glow of what could only be fires. “What is this place?”

James looked up at the steep slope. “A place where they take Muggles and Muggleborns and even sometimes Bloodtraitors to punish them...they’re forced to work, to build things for the New Empire...”

“A concentration camp?” Harry asked, taking a step forward. He remembered, as if from a previous life, lessons from his Muggle Primary school concerning the Second World War and the terrible things the Nazi’s had put their prisoners through.

“Yes, almost...but this place...it’s worse...” Remus said as James and Sirius exchanged confused glances.

“Let’s go...” James whispered and they began walking, each had a hand resting upon their wands as their eyes darted around nervously. Harry watched his father walk, the wind blew and took hold of his cloak. It whipped it around him like a black shadow dancing in the moonlight. Harry was almost frozen to the spot as Sirius caught up with his friend and Remus took his place at James’ other side, he took a sharp breath of cold air. For the first time he was fully appreciating just why people held the Marauder’s in such high regard, the power radiated from them as it had when Dumbledore had been angry. They were strong, stronger than Harry thought he ever would be. He felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine and felt a smile on his face as he caught up with them.

They crested the hill and Harry gasped, his eyes widened and the colour drained from his face as he gazed out across what should have been a village. Huge fences had been erected and there were a myriad of small, low built dwellings with thatched roofs. Chimneys rose above it and spewed smoke from their tips like giant cigars, it was a bizarre mixture of Wizard Medieval design and Muggle Industrial revolution. Massive fire pits had been built in the very centre of the strange encampment, their flames rising and turning everything a bloody orange. Harry felt a hand brush his own and he looked up to see Sirius gazing at him sadly. “There everywhere now, Harry...” He breathed and Harry returned his eyes to the camp, he saw the entrance was guarded by several guards wearing long robes in black, even from where he stood he could see their masks reflecting the light of the flames. They looked like demons. He shivered and finally his eyes landed upon the only original building left, he sucked in a breath and pointed.

“There...that’s the old Gaunt house...”

James followed Harry’s gaze and his eyes narrowed. “That would be why it’s all fenced off and under the heaviest guard...” He said.

“It’s also going to be surrounded by heavy Magical enchantments...” Remus said.

“Then how do we get to it?” Sirius muttered.

“Well, for starters we have to get inside...” Harry said slowly, an idea began to form...a reckless, stupid and dangerous idea. “I...I think I have a plan but...but it’s going to be dangerous...”

“Of course, we didn’t come on this little adventure thinking it was going to be a holiday, did we? I didn’t even bring a picnic.” Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkled dangerously. “Danger is my middle name, Mr. Potter.”

“It’s not...it’s Orion.” James said absently, he appeared to have missed some of the conversation.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I know that, you prat.”

“So, Harry, what’s your plan?” Remus asked.

Harry took a shuddery breath and stepped forward, he dropped his cloak and began methodically ripping up his clothes. He smeared dirt on his face and pulled out a knife from his sock, a knife he had taken to carrying with him in case he was ever disarmed. With a tiny wince he cut his palm and smeared blood on his face and messed up his hair. Then he looked at his father. “They want you.” He said slowly. “Transfigure my eye colour...”

“Wha-no!” Sirius said sharply, he stepped forward but James stuck out his arm. “Jamie, you can’t seriously be thinking...”

“What choice do we have?” He said softly his eyes on his son. “Harry knows what to expect, he is the only one of us who has ever encountered these Horcruxes before...he’s the only one who has even the slightest chance of getting his hands on it.” He lifted his wand and pointed it into Harry’s face. Silently he transfigured it so that his eyes turned from Lily’s green to his own hazel. It was very surreal to be standing there and gazing back at himself but he pushed it aside. “Be careful and when you get a chance let us in.”

“Yeah...” Harry muttered returning his gaze to the camp. “I’ll steal a wand and send up sparks, that’ll be your signal.”

“Go it.” James took Harry’s wand from him and nodded. Together the Marauders watched Harry walking down the hill, he soon disappeared into the weedy little trees that were all that remained of the woodland surrounding the cottage.

Harry stumbled on a branch as he slipped in a puddle, he steadied himself by grabbing a nearby tree. He continued walking reminding himself repeatedly that it was for the greater good. He thought of the people he could help if he did this, he thought of his parents back in his own time and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing onward. He turned away from the main gates of the camp and began sneaking around the side of the fence, he made sure he could be spotted but tried to avoid making it so obvious. Finally he dropped to his knees and began pretending to cut through the fencing. That was when an alarm sounded. He jumped but when it did he smiled to himself as shouts rose from the guard towers.

“You there! What are you doing?!”

Harry turned when he heard that voice, it was easy to look scared as his heart hammered in his chest and he backed against the fencing. He was surrounded by wands, all pointed at his heart. He swallowed nervously as one man walked to him, he grabbed his face in a hard, gloved hand. “Get me the list of rebels still in action!” He snapped at his comrades. A book was soon brought to him and he took it and began looking through the pages...finally he stopped. He moved his eyes from the picture to Harry’s face and back again. “Well, well, well...” He breathed, his excitement was palpable. “Looks like we caught ourselves our number one Undesirable!” He chuckled and grinned, Harry could see a pockmarked face beneath the silver skull mask. Mutters swept the gathered guards. “James Potter! Everyone thought you were dead but no body was found...” He chuckled and grabbed Harry’s face again, his fingers dug into his cheeks. “Get this one to solitary and call the Dark Lord!”

“Yes sir!” Two men ran off into the night and Harry felt cold filling his chest, the very last thing he needed was for Voldemort to make an appearance before he was ready to face him.

Harry was grabbed and dragged towards the gates, he chanced a glance back over his shoulder and spotted movement in the shadows. He was bound from head to foot in magical chains and lifted into the air for all to see. He suddenly felt that his plan was a very, very bad idea.

James watched as they ordered men to go and call Voldemort, he hissed air through his teeth. “I hope this was part of his plan...” He whispered.

“I really doubt it, Jamie.” Sirius replied from his side, they looked at each other with worry in their faces. “He looked pretty worried to me.”

“You should have told him.” Remus hissed, fear in his eyes. “You should have told him we were wanted that desperately...you should have told him what we’ve done!”

James bit down hard on his lower lip. “Shit!” He swore furiously. “I just...I didn’t want him to hate me...or distrust us...”

“And what did you think would happen when he discovered the truth, James?” Remus sighed and rubbed at his eyes. He made to stand. “I’ll give myself up...I can...”

“No!” Sirius pulled him back down roughly by the scruff of his robes, his fist tangled in his hair and he pulled Remus to his side. “None of us are giving up! Promise me, Remus, no matter what happens you will never, ever give up!”

Remus turned his eyes to his friends, he looked utterly exhausted. “I don’t know how long I can do it.” He breathed and Sirius pulled him into a rough embrace, James watched them. “It’s killing me...”

“I know. It kills all of us but Remus...if we’re going to free this world from terror we have to make some sacrifices...”

“I know...I know I just...They were innocents, Sirius...”

James looked away, he stood and leaned against the stunted tree. He gazed at the camp and saw, by the gates several bodies hung up for all to see. They were hung from the towers, arms stretched to either sides of them and slowly James frowned as Torches passed beneath them. The firelight highlighted them. “Red hair...” He gasped, his eyes widening. “Red hair...S-Sirius...Sirius...” He pointed as his friends moved their eyes to the illuminated gates.

“No...” Sirius breathed. “No...”

“W-we’re...we’re the last...” Remus whispered and fell to his knees, he covered his face with both hands and sat perfectly still. In the silence surrounding them they could only hear their rough breathing.

Harry was carried beneath the two watch towers, as they passed them he looked up and what he saw made him feel a wave of horror so thick it clogged his throat. He couldn’t even scream. Molly Weasley hung beside her husband and children, their bright hair obvious in the light of fire and wand. Bill Weasley, with his long hair covering his face and hiding it from view, only a child. Fred and George Weasley strung up beside each other, their blood spattering the walls beneath their tiny bare feet, only three years old. Harry’s breathing hitched painfully in his chest as he passed Arthur with his eyes gazing ahead blankly, already flies crawled into his mouth and across his eyes. “No...” Harry whispered, he felt a wave of intense guilt quickly followed by the urge to scream, he choked it back with immense difficulty and forced his eyes away.

“See them did ya? Well, what you see next will really get you going...Call it a gift from the Dark Lord...”

Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes but when they stopped he couldn’t stop them from opening. He was confronted by a tall spire, bodies were hung around it like grotesque tinsel on a Christmas tree, he gazed up at the first body and he went cold.

Lily Potter’s body had been well preserved; her face looked as sweet in death as she had in life. Her clothes had been torn from her so she hung naked, her hair tumbling around her face and her eyes gazing blankly ahead of her, her lips parted slightly as if she was about to speak. Harry’s eyes moved to her stomach and he almost vomited, it had been ripped open to reveal the white line of her spine. Blood covered her skin, crimson against the white marble-like quality of it. Harry’s breathing hitched as he gazed at his mother. It was worse than watching her die inside his head. It was worse than listening to her screams every time a Dementor came near, it was worse than having to watch his parents die again and again in his dreams...he choked on a sob and felt the vicious burn of tears in his eyes. The thought that this was not really his mother didn’t enter his mind, the thoughts that his own mother was buried in a sweet little graveyard in Godrics Hollow didn’t occur to him.

He heard laughter echoing through his mind, cold, high pitched laughter that sent chills eminating down his spine. He gasped and his eyes widened, he shouldn’t have been hearing it but...

“You have Potter?!”

“Yes, My Lord...we have him.”

Harry struggled slightly, he shouldn’t have been hearing Voldemort as if he was right next to him. His scar, which hadn’t pained him in years, began to burn savagely. He struggled with more violence as panic seared him. “No...No...No...”

The laughter increased, inside his mind and without. “Not so high and mighty now, are we? Bloodtraitor scum! The Dark Lord will see to it you are punished severely...you won’t even get the relief of death like your dear Mudblood Girlfriend did!”

Suddenly Harry went limp, hanging in the air as the Death Eater’s paraded him around, he heard despaired screams and weeping as well as caustic laughter. He opened his eyes and lifted his head with difficulty, his eyes moved around the camp to see workers wearing ragged grey robes were gazing at him with dark eyes. He ignored them turned to look up at the Gaunt house, he had to concentrate, he had to destroy Voldemort. Fire leapt into his chest and he felt courage return to give his limbs strength. Yes, he had to ensure he got hold of the last Horcrux, no matter what the cost. “For the Greater Good...” He breathed and smiled to himself, he hid his face behind his hair and continued to smirk as he was dragged through the camp towards a tall building that resembled a tower.
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