Title- Apparitional
Author- Goggle Boy
Summary- 7th year Harry, Ron and
Hermione go to Godric’s Hollow every 31st, but this time Ron and
Hermione forgot. What will happen when Harry meets his ‘should be’ worst enemy
and finds an unlikely bond with the person the rest of the wizarding world
hates with a passion? *Slightly AU* (Harry and Co. have been going to Godric's
Hollow every Halloween since second year)
“Harry, mate, guess what?” Ron said at
breakfast on Halloween morning. Harry was already sitting at the table, waiting
for his two friends to join him. He grabbed his goblet, taking a big long swig
and extending his arm for the Daily Prophet Hermione was giving to him.
“What does it say?” He asked. Hermione
grunted,
“Nothing, politics, and Sakura Riddle,”
Hermione said, rereading the article, “They found Riddle again, she’s been
efficient about avoiding the ministry but they saw her in townshed.”
“I wish they’d get rid of her and her bloody
father.” Ron snorted, pushing sausages into his mouth. Hermione sighed loudly,
causing Harry and Ron to look her way.
“What?” Ron asked, but Hermione just shook her
head.
“Oh, yeah I almost forgot.” Ron started
grinning, “I got the reservations to the Shrieking Shack.” The Shrieking Shack
had been turned into a fancy restaurant back in Harry’s fifth year. It was
nearly impossible to get reservations, much less on a Halloween, when the place
was booked months ahead.
“Ron! You’re serious, you got Shrieking Shack
reservations on Halloween, that must cost a fortune!” Hermione nearly yelled,
but Ron grinned,
“Yeah, but nothing’s too good for my sweetie
on Halloween.” Ron said, making Harry fake gag behind his back.
“Hold on, tonight?” Harry asked, confused; tonight they were supposed go to Godric’s
Hollow.
“Yeah, can you believe it, Halloween night?”
Ron said, a glee in his tone. Harry’s demeanor turned sour though.
“I can’t believe this!” Harry yelled, standing
up in front of everyone in the Great Hall. Heads turned and everyone quieted in
response, listening to the unfolding argument.
“Harry what are you talking about?” Hermione
asked, gasping directly afterward. Harry didn’t give her time to say anything
though; he stormed out of the Great Hall.
“Harry, listen we forgot, I’m sorry, we’ll
cancel our plans and see if we can get another reservation.” Ron was pleading
with Harry back in the common room.
“I don’t care Ron, go on your stupid date, and
just don’t show up at the Hollow okay!” Harry yelled, storming out past Ron and
Hermione. He got to the portrait hole and Ginny stood blocking his way.
“Harry-“ She started, but he cut her off.
Harry and Ginny had gotten to be pretty good friends, and she usually yelled at
him when he went into self-pity mode.
“No Ginny, I don’t want to hear it right now.
I have risked my life several times for everybody else in this bloody room and
my, so called friends forget a day that means more to me than any holiday or
Christmas morning!” He walked past the shocked little redhead and out through the portrait hole, sweeping his cloak around his body
as he walked. Harry felt kind of bad, he had never yelled at Ginny before and
he wasn’t sure how she would take it. Ginny though, was the last thing on
Harry’s mind as he ran across the grounds and toward Hogsmeade to apparate out
to Godric’s Hollow.
Harry appeared at
the base of Godric’s Hollow, a quaint little village on the edge of Townshed
and Maine. He looked at the scenery; it was a large forest hill, a small trail
leading up to a house above. Harry had been there before, and even more so in
his dreams. He dreamt about being back there with his family, being a
seventeen-year-old with his mother still alive, congratulating him on his
NEWT’s, or giving him a special lesson on Halloween charms. Harry walked slowly
up the hill, his brain muddled in thought.
“I always hated this walk.” Harry snorted,
finally reaching the top of the hill fifteen minutes later. He looked around,
seeing only one other house in the Hollow, like always. It was nearly a
duplicate of his parents house, at least Harry thought so, he couldn’t really
ever know what his old house looked like before Dumbledore reincarnated it back
in his second year. Harry looked to his left, the large forest echoing in the
dark. A slight snow was falling, making the whole scene look calm and serene.
To his right, and behind his house was a cliff, just past a small path between
two large hills. It was invisible to passers by and barely visible to anyone
even in the house. Neither Hermione nor Ron had ever been there, it was his place
and he liked it that way. The drop was enough to kill anyone who fell from it,
but the view was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.
Harry pulled out his
key to unlock the door to his old house. It was the only way; he had nearly one
hundred charms on the house so that he was the only one who could get in. Harry
entered the house and everything left his mind, he could remember parts of his
childhood, he could see the teapot his mother and father had used, he could
touch the television they had. Harry often wondered why they had one, but a
muggle born witch growing up with television all her life must have found some
way to make it work. Harry walked through the house, finally he came to his old
room, he had never entered this room; he couldn’t. He stood at the doorway and
looked around, his old crib, his old bookshelf, and his old bottle, all of it
still intact. It had been a while since Harry had broke down, but he was
feeling close to it, he was feeling like he had nobody in the world.
Harry pushed the leaning tree aside, revealing
the path to the Cliffside overlook he normally went to. The tree hid the path,
and not many people knew about it, though he bet his father did. Coming closer
to the overlook he saw another person there; yes he could tell it was a girl
because of the shape of her body. She was standing up, looking over the cliff;
no she was bracing herself to jump!
Before Harry could register it himself, he was
there, she let herself go and just as she fell over the edge Harry grabbed her
and pulled her back up.
“What are you doing?” He yelled, holding the
girl by her arms, extended in the air. The girl struggled,
“Leave me alone, you don’t know me!” She
screamed. Harry let her go, the black haired girl dropped to her feet. She
wasn’t as tall as Harry, but only a little shorter. She had beautiful tan skin
and red lips, her face was rounded and solid, and she was honestly he most
beautiful girl Harry could ever remember seeing. She glanced up at him, staring
at his scar, and her eyes widened,
“Oh my god, don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt
me!” She backed away toward the Cliffside, continuing, “ I swear, I’ll jump
right now, please.” Tears were forming in her eyes, why was she afraid of
Harry? Harry looked at her face again and realized who it was.
“Sakura Riddle.” He said aloud, she continued
to back up. This should have been a person he’d want dead, a person he’d want
to kill even. It was because of her father that Harry was even here right now.
But he couldn’t feel anger, only sympathy.
“Look, I’m not going to hurt you, just don’t
jump.” Harry pleaded. Sakura Riddle stopped,
“Why, why are you being nice to me, don’t you
want to kill me?” She screamed, tears falling down her face at a rapid pace.
“I don’t want to kill you, I don’t want you to
kill yourself either.” Harry said, Sakura stepped a little closer to him, and
suddenly pulled him into a hug. Harry flinched, not knowing what to do, but he
just put his arm around her, holding her while she cried. They sat like that
for half an hour.
It was few hours
later, Harry and Sakura were sitting in the living room of the Potter house.
Harry’s cloak draped over Sakura, and she had wiped most of the tears from her
eyes,
“So why were you here?” he asked, still
wondering why she was in his secret spot.
“Today, today is my seventeenth birthday, and
the day my mother was killed. She used to live in that house, the house right
over there, on the other side of the hill. My father killed her before he. .
You know.” She trailed off at those last words, but Harry understood, so three
murders had occurred on the night of Voldemort’s first downfall.
“Your father killed your mother?” Harry asked
cautiously, he wasn’t sure how far in to pry.
“Yes, he was going to kill me too, but then he
said he needed to go make sure his day job wasn’t taken. I shouldn’t be able to remember what he said, but I see things,
when I sleep I can see memories.” Harry didn’t know why but he motioned for her
to get up, following her.
“I want to show you something.” He said, leading
her to the threshold of his old room. He stepped in for the first time, and
motioned Sakura in,
“You know I’ve been coming here every
Halloween for six years and this is the first time I’ve ever been in here.”
“Really?” She was shocked, “I guess it’s a
privilege for me to be in here.”
“I guess so.” Harry snorted slightly, Sakura
stepped close to him,
“Well then thank you.” She stood on her
tiptoes and kissed him on the lips, catching the Boy who Lived by surprise.
Sakura Riddle turned and fled out of the house. Harry ran after her, making it
to the open door, with the wind blowing hard.
She was gone.
