𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗦

𝐈𝐕

But what got his attention was the company he was with.
The pair from the picture he'd seen in Kreacher's den, were sitting in either side of him, all laughing. The girl was a replica of him, and boy resembled Sirius.
The triplet reminded him of himself, Ron and Hermione, the Golden Trio as the others called it. As he moved closer to get a closer look, the Great Hall suddenly exploded, the glass shards of the windows going through his ghostly self, and the boy could hear the cries and shouts surrounding him.
When he opened his eyes, it was dark. Until hooded, masked figures entered, with their bright tipped wands. 
"DEATH EATERS!" A Ravenclaw shouted. Harry heard a scream, from the Hufflepuff table, followed by a flash of bright light from the teacher's table.
The Headmaster stood in all his glory, and the light emitted from his wand brightened the entire place. A snake like voice Harry knew so well, said, "Stand down, Dumbledore. Unless you want to witness a mass murder of almost all future wizardkind."
"We're doomed!"
"NO!!"
"Kill him, Professor!"
A series of aggressive actions followed, but came to a stop when a silencing spell was casted. Harry suppressed a shiver.
Dumbledore spoke calmly. "Voldemort. What a surprise."
The Dark Lord chuckled at his remark. "Don't flatter yourself, for I am not here in person. I carry a message." He turned to, what seemed to be, the Gryffindor table. "To all scum, who think they're brave. I am watching you. Lord Voldemort knows all. Especially when you touch his most dangerous secrets."
Everybody missed the slight movement from the Snape-Potter-Black trio. 
"Farewell." There was a huge dark green flare, and a scream echoed throughout the halls of Hogwarts. 
Voldemort and his followers had left. But not before leaving his mark.
Right beside the table of the badgers, lay an unmoving body, of a girl in her house robes. There's no need in specifying that the killing curse had found its mark. Screams pierced Harry's ears for the third time in ten minutes.
"SILENCE!" McGonagall announced. "Today has been. . . eventful." Her voice cracked. "I request all of you to retire to your dorms once you've had your full. There's nothing to be afraid of, for we'll strengthen the enchantments around the castle. Classes are suspended for the day." Normally, it would be cheers and laughter at this statement, but then, it was dread. "Kindly join us by the gates for. . ." She took a deep breath. "For the cremation of our dearest friend, Miss Sandra Lewis." Sobs wracked from different corners of the chamber. Harry inhaled heavily, and managed to ignored the jelly like feeling in his legs. He was scared, petrified and terrified, even though this had happened decades ago.
The boy jumped when he heard the quiet conversation beside him.
"He knows, and it's a matter of time before the three of us are killed." Snape whispered. He was glaring at the two, who had frustrated looks. "You ought to be brave, Severus." The girl snapped.
Snape grabbed his books, and rised. "Well, I'm sorry that I fear about my life, and yours, Potter." He left along with the retreating crowd. The Marauders passed him, but none cared.
"He won't leave, Jen. He just gets a bit steamed up sometimes. . ." Said Regulus Black, who tried to assure the girl beside him. But the worry in his voice was prominent. She just nodded and sighed. "I just. . ."
"Hey." He put an arm around her. "Let's take a break. Astronomy Tower, midnight? What do you say?"
Jennifer smiled genuinely, a dimpled smile. "Thank you, Reg."
He shrugged. "The least I could do. After all, you're doing my Herbology essay, so. . ."
"SINCE WHEN—"
Harry moved away, more like drifted, as he knew the important part was over. It's no secret that the three of them are doing something illegal, against Voldemort.
He made to follow his parents, so he could be closer to them for a little longer, when he was pulled up.
The Great Hall vanished from view, and he was pulled back to Harper's shack.
Dumbledore and Gregory had been around the tea table, in the middle of the discussion, when the noticed Harry. The professor rose, muttered something to his companion, and strode towards Harry.
"We called it the 'Nightmare of 1975' and it haunts me to this day. Never have we found who or what Voldemort had referred to then. But I'm sure it's important. And involves Miss Potter." As he gestured towards the door, and exited the place, the boy asked, "How was she? In school, I mean."
"Smart. I'd say she resembled Miss Granger in character, and you at heart. The ambitiousness led her to be sorted in Slytherin, though. I must say she had a hard family. She was a good actress, I add, but had never fooled me. I am sure she knows that."
Harry was. . . Confused. He went to ask more, when there was a whoosh of air, and he'd landed in Hogsmeade. It was a moonlit night, which reminded him of Remus. And his third year. Sirius. Why had the man been so pale when he mention his relative? Why was he scared?
Harry's feet subconsciously took him to the gates of Hogwarts, but his mind was somewhere else. Until he bumped into something, and was pulled into an alleyway.
He half hoped it was his aunt, so he could get some answers. But she was dead for all he knew.
The light fell on the person's face, and revealed, in his bat like cloak, Severus Snape. His lips were white, and shaking, he was furious.
"Loitering around, Potter?" He spat. 
"No–no Professor."
"Twenty five points from Gryffindor."
Harry protested, "But I'm not even at school!"
"Enough."
Snape dragged him towards Hogwarts, and into the Great Hall, and all the boy could think of is Umbridge's toad face.
The entire students gasped, once he entered. The Slytherin table howled, but Harry ignored it, and tried to wipe the dead Sandra Lewis away from his mind as he glanced at the Hufflepuff table.
He was quickly ushered to his usual spot by Ron and Hermione. When asked about what happened in the past few hours, he said, "There's a lot to tell you two."