His Secret

You Can't Run From Yourself

The day after the dream Harry was pacing outside the Youth Hostel, he didn't eat, he didn't speak to Annie, he didn't speak to anybody. His school, his home was in danger. What if he just stayed here, they didn't need him...did they?

"Argh!" Harry ran his hands through his hair in frustration and anger, every time he has a chance at being happy, it's torn away from him. He thought that by running away from Hogwarts he had left that part of his life behind, that he wouldn't have to answer to the pain anymore. But he did. No matter how far he ran, no matter where he hid, the magic was inside of him. You can't run from yourself, in just the same way you can't run from your fate.

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Voldemort laughed at the band of teenagers who faced him,

"The young and the brave, so foolish, so arrogant. Perfect warriors. Children, you stand no chance against me now, even at this moment I have your precious school surrounded, your leader bound. Is there really anything you think you can do? Just go back to bed and I promise you we can have your school quietly overthrown by morning."

"And if we don't?" Ron's voice shook almost as much as his wand was.

"Well then we'd have to make a bit more of a scene, wouldn't we?"

"Like you don't want to 'make a scene'." Fred laughed scornfully.

"You misunderstand me, I do not want bloodshed, I do not want war, I just want to help the Wizarding community realise their proper place in society,"

"You forgot to mention complete world domination," George snorted.

"So you want to play this the hard way do you?" Voldemort flicked his wand lazily at Ginny, paralysing her. Hermione started forward,

"Let her go!" She shouted,

"What can you do to me?" Laughing derisively Voldemort flicked his wand at each of them, they were all paralysed, in a matter of seconds they had succumbed to his power. "So where is Potter? I think it is about time the two of us had a bit of a chat, we've got some catching up to do." Turning to the immobilised audience Voldemort tutted, "I had better find a way to keep myself amused until he turns up, we wouldn't want anyone getting...hurt now, would we?"

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Snape pushed past Eva, he needed to find Potter as soon as he could, as much as he hated it, the boy was their only chance. With brisk steps he barged his way through the ministry crowds, he needed to reach the fireplace, he knew a small Wizard bar near the Hostel where he could Floo to.

Managing to push aside a tall dark man in blue robes Snape threw the green powder into the fireplace and stepped in.

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Harry had stopped pacing, instead he decided to have a look around the Hostel, so he went for a walk to clear his head. There was something familiar about the place, something he couldn't quite place his finger on. He knew he'd visited there, or at least somewhere near there, before. But where?

Harry stopped as he reached what looked like a path leading right to the centre of a village. There were people of all ages walking around; elderly couples struggling with heavy shopping bags no doubt filled with sweets to feed their grandchildren; young children playing tag outside the stuffy charity shop their parents seemed to be taking hours in; couples laughing as they walked hand in hand. Harry hadn't noticed he had started walking up the middle of the street, he was too busy noticing all the groups of teenagers, all wearing uniforms for what seemed to be a boarding school. It looked too familiar for Harry, uncomfortably familiar.

But it was only when he saw his cousin approaching him with a gang of cronies that it clicked. He had picked the Hostel nearest to Smeltings.

Dudley's boarding school.

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So what do you think?

I want to let you know that from this point onwards I may be mixing parts from books 5,6&7 together, Harry is still in his fifth year but I may pick bits to put in here and there, when it happens you'll know.

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