A/n: Well, I am pissed…I had to re-write this whole story because my first copy was corrupted! Talk about pain in the ass! It was getting good too! Oh well not like it affects you guys besides the longer wait…I'm sorry if I kept some of you in agony and I hope you like this chapter! It plays a big part in the story, maybe you guys can pin point…. *Smirks* enjoy.
P.s~ Sorry guys but I couldn't think of a title to this chapter so cope with me ok!
Chapter 7
Awakenings
James stood next to his grandmother and looked at her as she sent him back to the real world where his mother was waiting for him. He gave her a hug and waved goodbye as her figure became blurry….
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He stirred and stretched in his sleep, he heard a soft voice saying, "Get some water and tell the kids he waking up."
James cracked his eyes to see a blurry vision of his mother sitting next to him brushing back his messy bangs, "Ahhh…" James moaned, "My head!"
Hermione helped him sit up, just as Ron came back in the room with a group of teenagers and an 8 year old came rushing into the living room. James looked around at everyone and he got nervous and stood up. Feeling a bit dizzy he almost fell but Chris was quick and caught him in time before he fell.
"Take it easy Jamie…You looked drained." He said helping his brother sit back down.
"Mom, what's up with him?" Brandon asked.
"He has a mental drain, almost a full day of what he's been threw can cause even someone like Ron to be dizzy…" Hermione tried to explain.
"I'm not dizzy." James said simply, "I just lost my balance."
Chris looked at his little brother, "Well dizzy or losing your balance take it easy ok…"
"Yeah, mum can I go upstairs?" James asked.
"Yes, if you get hungry just come down and I'll make you something." Hermione said as she watched the retreating figure of her son walk up to his room.
There was a silence in the air as everyone watched James walked to his room. A ding at the door made everyone jump from whatever trance they might be in. Chris walked over to the door and answered it; his face from the side looked shocked and a little worried.
"Is Brandon here, Chris?" It was a female voice.
"Ye- yeah, hang on… Uh, come on in." Chris said with a shaky voice, "Brandon…" Brandon looked at who it was that was looking for him.
"Alex?" He said looking at her tear stained face and her red puffy eyes.
She nodded at him looking like she was about to cry all over again, "I'm sorry…" She trembled, "I'm so sorry for all of you!" letting the tears fall free.
"Alex are you ok?" Hermione asked walking up to her and giving her a hug.
"Wha- what are you talking about? You feel sorry for us?" Brandon asked.
"Your father." She choked out.
Brandon almost fell over with shock; he stumbled backwards into the couch, "How do you know?"
"How could I not know? Brandon he saved my fathers life!"
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"Hmmm… Good work cousin, a job well done indeed, they bought it and for what I can see our only problem is getting the ministry to believe he's dead as well."
"Yeah well, I don't know why I'm doing this, why am I even helping you at all? It's not like you ever helped me when I asked for it."
"Oh sod off Mark, What could I ever help you with, lousy muggle."
"Lousy muggle or not I helped you pull of your stupid plan; completely out of my own will I might add."
"Well you always did want to protect your daughter… I don't know why…"
"Well dear cousin… Unlike you I have a soul."
That did it… Draco reached out and grabbed his cousin, who was lying in his hospital bed, by the throat squeezing whatever air he had in him out, "Soul or not I will prevail in my plan and when I do… you'll be begging me to let you live." Draco released the man, "See you soon Mark, don't forget… Get the oldest and kill him." Draco then walked to the hospital room door; he stopped and picked up a rose that was left by the door. He picked it up and looked at it; the next second it exploded into flames, "Give my best to the family." Draco smirked and exited the room leaving his cousin to lay in pity as to the thought of Harry Potters death and the fact that he was the one who caused it….
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"So my father saved your father in that building. I don't get it why didn't you dad just apperate out of the building?" Brandon asked as He and Alex walked down the street with his friends.
"My father is a muggle, we don't have any wizarding background, none that I know of anyway." Alex explained.
Brandon ran a hand threw his hair and shook his head, "Since I was little I heard how my father was our savior… like some sort of Magical Jesus. Sometimes I wish he wasn't such a huge celebrity that he was just a regular father. I hate it when were out and everyone runs to him practically kissing his feet."
"Dude, if it wasn't for your dad you probably wouldn't be here." Nick said putting a hand on his best friends shoulder.
"Yeah Brand, People just want to show how grateful they are for everything he's done." Booker said.
"Yeah, but now he's not even here, I mean I always regretted what he did, but now he's not here and now I want to thank him for everything he's done for me. I don't think I ever really told him how much I actually loved him." Brandon said.
"Brandon, They don't know for sure that he's dead… If they haven't given up on him you shouldn't." Nick said trying to up his friend's spirits.
"Yeah whatever." Brandon picked up a rock and flicked it at a tree and hit it dead in the center.
Alex noticed he gave himself a small whoop to himself to his target shot. She smiled to herself as she kept giving him side-glances, 'I wonder what he is thinking' she thought to her self.
'Does she have to keep looking at me? It's kinda freaky' Brandon thought moving away from her a little.
"Brandon it's about 4:00 your mom said she needed us back about 4:30 to help her with some things." Bret said checking his watch.
Brandon looked at him with a raised eyebrow but suddenly caught on to his hint, "Oh yeah with the thing… in the attic." He added.
Nick, Bret, and Booker nodded at him like he was one of the stupidest people on the earth. Alex wasn't as stupid as they took her to seem and she started walking away, obviously pissed off.
Brandon watched her walk off and instantly felt a pang of guilt run threw him, "Guys head back, I'm gonna stick around with her for a while."
"What?" Nick said, "Dude, we gotta practice and stuff, I mean you never seem to care about her before."
"Yeah but… I donno I just feel like I should be with her for a while." Brandon started jogging down the street after Alex.
"What's got into you man?" nick yelled down the street.
Brandon turned around and jogging backwards and smirked shrugging his shoulders and turned around and back down the street.
Alex was walking fast wiping tears from her eyes, she thought that if she came up to him and tried to talk to him he would maybe feel different about her like she felt for him but she was wrong. Brandon was nothing more than a 13-year-old teenage guy who could care less about a girls feeling's.
"Alex!" Someone yelled.
She turned around to see Brandon jogging toward her. If she wasn't so upset she probably would have stopped but she was so mad at him that she just kept walking.
"Alex wait up!" He said now starting to run a little bit.
Alex just kept walking not even thinking about stopping. She was almost to her house when Brandon finally caught up and grabbed her by the arm, "Alex hold on a second."
"Let me go Brandon." She demanded calmly.
"No, Alex I know your smarter then we expected you to be… I felt bad that you were so concerned about me and my problems and I just practically blew you off." Brandon tried to explain.
"Good, took you long enough to find some sort of feeling." She returned sarcastically still trying to get away.
"Alex, will you please relax… I really am sorry and I want to stay with you for a while." Alex relaxed a bit; Brandon looked her in the eyes and gave her a soft smile. He took her hand and started walking past her house.
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"Damn it! That little…" Draco slammed his fist down on the table in a study. Taking a slip from the Fire Whisky he was drinking and rubbing his sinuses.
"Something eating you Draco?" Lucius Malfoy asked walking in behind his son.
"Wouldn't you love to know." Draco shot back.
"Yes, I would."
"To bad… I don't share anything anymore." Draco took another drink, "Especially to you."
"Draco, you used to be so open with me…" Lucius acted hurt by his son's words.
"Yeah and look where that got me… Damn it Father! If it wasn't for you, Emily would still be here!" Draco shot up from his chair throwing his glass at the wall.
"I never said for you to kill her, I just put you in your place."
"Dad you forced me to kill her! That damn curse!"
Lucius grabbed his son by the collar of his shirt, "No Son of mine was going to live with a Muggle!" Lucius shoved his son into a cabinet wall.
Little did either one of them know that Harry was sitting outside of the room tending to his wounds, and grinning to the new information he had just received. He taped his hand with gauze and adhesive tape, "So Malfoy, you had a muggle wife and you killed her… How are we going to handle this one?" Harry let out a small and quiet laugh as he crawled back to his room grasping his broken leg.
When he got back to his room, he sat on his bed and leaned on it closing his eyes, soon finding a deep sleep…
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"Get up you piece of filth!" Draco said kicking Harry in the stomach. Harry sat keeled over gripping his stomach looking up at his enemy, "You have a half hour to get ready… Today it begins." Draco then walked out the door.
Harry looked at his clock, "noon…" He said getting up and grabbing his ripped shirt and looking in the mirror. He was shocked to see he wasn't cut up or in any pain; he did have a shadow though, but it didn't faze him since that was the least of his worries.
Harry walked out of hid room and kicked something. He looked at it and saw it was a knife; he picked it up and flipped it open. When he did instantly he felt the pulling at his nape and he was gone….
Harry fell to his knees in the wet marsh he reappeared in; he looked around the marsh, "Oh shit!" He cursed himself looking around. He was in the maze that Draco told him about. As if on cue and green envelope popped out of nowhere and landed in Harry's hands.
Harry was hesitant in opening the letter but when he did it read:
Better move unless you want your legs chewed off…
Harry dashed out of the water into a tree. He went to grab the knife he had and realized that he dropped in the water when he landed. Again he cursed himself and slowly got back in the water. He reached in the water and felt around for the knife, he thought for a second that he grazed it but then something with razor sharp teeth bit him in the palm of his hand.
"Fuck!" He yelled in pain, pulling his hand out of the water he looked at the creature that was still attached to him. "What the bloody hell are you?" He said wincing as the animal dug its teeth deeper into his flesh.
The animal was long and looked slimy, it was black and had blood red eyes with that looked like a tiny dot in the center of them. Harry grabbed it by what looked like the tail and yanked it off his hand. The second the creature was off his hand blood started to flow out of his hand very quickly, what ever it was, with his bloody hand he grasped the animal by is neck and squeezed it to see what was in it's mouth.
It had two rows of what looked like teeth, the first row had at least 30 jagged edged teeth and the second row was about 15 teeth but they could have been suckers to suck the blood out of his hand.
"Water Munkee…" Harry confirmed, "Only they have a mouth full of teeth like that, and that means…" Harry started to panic. He threw the Water Munkee back into the water and lunged his hand into the water lucky enough to grab his knife and he jumped and gripped a low branch in the tree he crawled from just in time for a swarm of the water munkee's to come and practically rip him apart.
"That was close!" Harry said wiping some mud of his brow. He looked around to see if there was a way to dry land, "If this is a maze that must mean there are multiple ways to go but only one can get me out…" Harry looked around and saw a close tree next to the one he was on. He climbed up the tree more until he was level with the other tree… He leaped to the next tree's closest branch and then hung there looking for the next available branch.
He grinned as he found a path suitable enough to get him to land. Looking down more he saw that the Water munkee's were now scattered eating what looked like algae off the waters surface. Harry swung from branch to branch until he finally made his way to shore. Leaping from the last tree he landed on the dry surface crouching down to avoid anything unexpected.
Again out of nowhere a green envelope popped out in front of him, he took it and opened it:
Well you were smart enough for that one… but don't expect the rest to be all that easy. You will fall Potter…
It then caught fire and turned to dust in Harry's hands. Harry looked around, "Oh the joy…"
Harry got back on his feet and pulled out the knife, walking up to some of the brush in front of him she instantly started to cut away the tall grass and weeds blocking his entrance.
After what seemed like hours Harry finally made his way to the end of the grass, he had crossed some Pixies but brushed them off as they started tugging at his shirt. He looked around; it seemed to have changed somehow, now it was more of a forest then a marsh. He walked further into it and heard different sounds, but one sound stood out from the others, it was almost like a growl of a Lion, but it seemed deeper… it was getting closer, Harry held up the knife, 'what kind of protection will this have an animal of that size?' Harry thought to himself.
He backed up as he heard the growl get so close that it seemed like it was right in front of him. He started to turn and run when something jumped at him knocking him to the ground.
"Holy Shit!" Harry yelled throwing the animal off him and running as fast as possible to a safe spot. Behind him he could hear the animal chasing him, "Oh god please let me get away." Harry said as he pushed him self to run faster…
He tripped! Over a root instantly he heard and felt his left leg snap as he hit the ground with great speed and it knocked the wind out of him. His knife went flying; he tried to reach for it but it was out of reach. He could hear the footsteps slowing down as the animal reached his feet.
Harry turned to look at the animal, a Lyon… Small but fierce, he was the size of a dog but had the strength of 3 bears, able to rip you apart faster than a cheetah. Harry could feel the sweat starting to beat down his face… He was still trying to reach the knife. The Lyon leaped at Harry's face Harry reacted as quick as he could. He grabbed the Lyon by the throat just as it bit his arm and scratched at his chest.
Suddenly there was the pull at Harry's nape… again he was in the hallway in his captors house listening intently to them talking in the study. Harry crawled back to his room and looked around for something to wrap his hand in. Knowing that he can't put pressure on his leg he sort of crawled back to the room. He was surprised to see adhesive tape and gauze to wrap his cuts. As he started to tend to his wounds when he head yelling.
Slowly and silently he crawled back out of the bedroom and down the hall to the study sitting outside it listening to the two Malfoy's talk. He smiled at what he was hearing. Before they figured out he was sitting their Harry went back to his room and collapsed.
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"Harry! Come! Here, lay down here!" James Potter said rushing to his son and helping him to a chair.
"Dad! Malfoy… He killed his wife! She was a muggle!" Harry said with a wide smile on his face, "She was a muggle and Draco loved her!"
"Harry calm down, I know all this… we have been watching him for a while… and by we I don't me your mother and I." James said handing Harry a cup of some liquid.
"What is his?" Harry said looking at it, "Is it…" Harry twitched at the thought of it being something to mend his bone.
"No it's not what you think it is… but it's close… close it will mend your bones and repair any injury you may have in seconds… an afterlife elixir we use… but not for mending things since we have no bones or anything… that's practically our whisky… pretty damn good it is… but it's a bit foul to the living."
"Oh joy" Harry said, "Well bottoms up!" He raised his glass and drank the liquid, a slight burning sensation ran threw him and the foul taste his father was talking about was more than foul… it was like swallowing Dragon dung!
"I think I'm going to hurl!" Harry said setting his glass down.
"Yes, well maybe I under estimated the taste a bit." James said cocking an eyebrow.
"Yah think…" Harry said trying to keep the substance in his stomach.
"Yes, well, look your better! See leg and everything." He gave a sly smile to his son.
"Yeah well now I have the taste of dung in my mouth." Harry replied
"How do you know what it taste's like?" James said looking at his son.
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"So your mother died and your dad was left to raise you alone… That deep." Brandon said hanging upside down from a tree branch, "And I thought that having two brothers was hard to deal with… but never meeting your mom…"
Brandon came down from the tree and sat next to Alex.
"I've always admired you and your brothers, I mean at least you have siblings…" Alex said resting her head on the tree's trunk.
"Ha! Take em'… I'd be happier without brothers… friends are good enough for me…" Brandon crossed his arms over his chest.
"Why?"
"I have my reasons…" He stood up looking at the retreating sun, "I better get going…"
Alex got up as well and looked at the sight in front of them, "I guess your right, I'm sure Nick is wanting to know why you ditched him for me." She joked.
"Your not that bad Alex… We're just guys ya know…" Brandon looked at her; looking into her eyes he felt lost in a different world. She looked back at him with the same expression. Brandon leaned in closer to her a mere inch away when a slap hit him in the face and pulled him back from her. Alex gave him a blank expression, "I'll walk yah home ok." He said turning and walking down the street.
When the two-reached Alex's house Brandon looked at her not knowing what to say or do. Alex however leaned on his arm and kissed him on the cheek, "You have to learn to let people in Brandon…" And with that she walked into her house leaving Brandon with a look of shock.
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"Great! Now the middle child is in on the whole thing!" The last thing I want is his brats to be with anyone in my family blood related or not." Draco said looking at a bowl of blood red liquid. Holding a glass of Rum and cigarette while watching them. "No matter, once the older one is dead it will leave a clean opening for the other two…" Draco sipped his drink and put out the cigarette.
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"Harry! James!" Lily said popping out of nowhere and looking for the two. She ran threw out the house she ran into the back yard where she saw her son dodging objects and spells while mentally shooting objects in every witch way.
"JAMES! Harry!" She said running to them franticly.
James stopped throwing things at his son and Harry rolled out of a dive and looked at his mother, "What?" they said at the same time.
"There's a problem!" She said franticly.
"What is it?" James asked.
"Chris and Brandon…" She gasped out.
"What about them?" Harry said jumping up and looking at his mother with worry.
"I was watching Draco, He was looking in a liquid orb and is planning to kill them both." Lily wiped a tear away from her face, "We have to let James know about his dreams, he needs the stuff for the transport and we have to go into full blown approach in getting Harry home.
"Ok, but can he get everything we need?" James asked.
"I hope so." She looked at Harry, "We need to fake your death to Malfoy Harry, we need to tick him into thinking that he killed you so everyone thinks the same… you'll spend most time training, and in a few months we will wake you up and you will duel him…" Lily explained.
Harry looked dumbfounded, "And you expect this to go threw that smoothly?"
"No but we are going to work on it… don't worry I already know how to kill you." Lily shook her head, Wow, I hope I never say those words again."
Harry grinned, "Lets do it then."
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Brandon sat in his room with a knife he snuck from the kitchen, he sat Indian style in the middle of his room and had a plastic cup placed in front of him. Slowly he pressed the knife into his finger watching as the dark colored blood seeped from his finger. He repeated the process on each finger squeezing the blood into the cup.
He then placed the cap on the cup and set it aside as he went downstairs. When he got there he went to the kitchen and placed the knife in the sink and ran water over it to wash away any blood that might have gotten on it. He then went back up stairs and went to his parent's bedroom but only found his mother and godfather lying on the bed asleep.
They were close but it didn't look as bad to him as his brothers might have thought. Slowly he crept into the attached bathroom and looked threw his mothers things. He didn't know what he was looking for but he roamed threw everything of hers he could find. He heard some squeaking and froze but only then heard and yawn and another squeak. He stood there for a few more seconds then figured one of them must have just shifted on the bed. He went to pick up Hermione's brush when his elbow knocked over a glass bottle that instantly smashed on contact with the hard tile floor.
Hermione instantly shot up at the crash and got out of the bed. Looking at Ron who didn't even phase the crash, and continued to sleep. She walked to the Bathroom door where the noise originated. When she saw James on the floor scrambling to try and clean the mess up.
"James! What in God's name are you doing?" She demanded.
"I- I was looking for dad's musk, I like the smell and I wanted to put a little on." He lied surprised at how well he came up with it. But it was true, his father always smelled like Baby lotion and erotic scents.
Hermione bought it.
She reached up and took a small bottle from the tallest cabinet that James couldn't reach and opened it. Tipping it upside down on her index finger and then rubbing the liquid on her son's cheek smiling, "There you go, just like dad."
James smiled as his mother put the musk back in its place and bent down to pick up the remains of the bottle that broke.
She noticed the sticker holding some bits of glass that stuck to it, pink from Victoria's Secret, the perfume Harry had bought her for Christmas that year. She loved the smell and so did he; there was only a squirt or two left in the bottle so she really didn't mind that it broke.
She started to pick up the big pieces of Glass while James brought the waist basket over to her so she could throw them away. As Hermione picked up a rather jagged piece of glass it cut the palm of her hand and it started to bleed.
"Ouch!" She said looking at the cut, "James could you get me a tissue, please." She asked him.
James got up and grabbed a tissue and handed it to his mother, "There you go mum."
"Thank you dear." She pressed the tissue to her hand and got up, "I should have just done this the wizard way." Pulling out her wand Hermione cleared the floor of any glass shards that might be around and tossed the tissue in the wastebasket as she placed a healing charm on her hand.
"There, good as new." She looked at James.
"How about the next time we decide to smell like dad we ask mum first, ok."
"Yes mum." James said.
"Good." Hermione kissed James on the cheek and headed out of the bathroom and to her closet.
James the looked in the wastebasket and snatched the tissue his mother used, "Good enough." He shrugged as he walked out of the bathroom and back to his room.
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A/n: well there it is! Damn I had to re-write that whole chapter too! Stupid floppy disks! Well I hope you liked it and I hope your ready for chapter 8 causes that's going to be a REAL good chapter!
I just wanted to give a special thanks to alllll my reviewers and keep up the reviews I love them! Thanks to everyone who gives their support to me! It keeps me going and wanting to work Hard!
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