Across To Elsewhere

Part One: Thirteen - Shenlong Is Dead

On the door to the train compartment Harri had set up minor wards to keep the other students away. Of course, Hermione found her anyways. She entered the space and sat beside Harri, just close enough to feel one another's presence. There they sat in silence together. 

Harri stared out the window, at the sun that had yet to set. Hermione had gotten out a book and sat back to read. But occasionally the bushy haired brunette would glance at Harri over the cover, waiting.

"It's been five days..." Harri eventually stated, voice raw and still staring out the window. Five days since Sirius died by the hands of Voldemort's most devoted follower, Bellatrix Lestrange. Five days since Goku had spoken to her. At this point Harri felt so numb from all the emotions that ran their course through her, she wasn't sure which one bothered her more anymore.

 At first she had been angry. Angry at Voldemort. Enraged with Dumbledore. Irate with Lestrange. Cross with herself.

The first thing she had done was chase after Bellatrix. She'd wanted the deranged woman to know what she felt. So she'd used an Unforgivable. It had made Harri feel disgusting. It had forced her own current emotions onto someone else and, in return, made Harri feel any of what they felt in that moment. 

Being hurt and angry over Sirius as she was the decision to use the spell hadn't even been a thought. It had hit Bellatrix straight on and the woman had fallen. Harri had felt her fear. How Bellatrix had expected pain worse than what Harri felt with her own sorrow. Then, when the pain Harri tried to inflict wasn't nearly as much as Bellatrix had expected, a sick sort of glee came over the woman that had Harri hastily cut the connection. 

For a moment Harri had listened in horrified confusion as the woman laughed on the polished floor of the Ministry entrance hall. Then she'd turned to Harri with a sort of manic gleam in her eyes that told Harri just how insignificant she'd thought Harri was in that moment.

"You have to mean it." Bellatrix had laughed, like she knew exactly what Harri felt right then- and considering the spell that had just been used Bellatrix probably did. 

Harri's confusion didn't last long however, quickly masked by anger again. She blasted the floor in front of the deranged witch and ignored the twinge of guilt when she heard the other witch shout in pain from the shrapnel of marble.

Never again would Harri try and use the Unforgivable on another being. Not if it meant that she had to put herself on their level. Harri did not want to inflict pain, or suffering, or anything else in relation to that. But that did not mean she would let others get away with trying to inflict that pain on herself or those whom she cared for. That didn't stop her from using other harmful spells either. While Harri hadn't been aiming to kill anyone else, in that moment Harri hadn't cared if Bellatrix got too injured to recover properly. If that lead to the woman dying... well, an eye for an eye.

Of course that was when Voldemort had shown himself.

The mad man took all focus from Bellatrix. Harri didn't know if she escaped. Instead she focused on dueling her parent's murderer. The murderer of a lot of people.

Despite being already drained from multiple duels that night, and from her emotions even before that (despite Harri's best efforts, news of Kuririn's death still troubled her greatly. Though it helped to know that he would come back), Harri had still held up against Voldemort well. In fact, she'd nearly killed the tosser in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. If Dumbledore hadn't shown up when he did then Harri was certain that she would have succeeded. But Dublebore had and when he did, Harri heard him shout something.

The moment she looked over a sudden pain filled her head, just like at the end of her last test at school, and Harri was down. Voldemort had been given the perfect opportunity to possess her body and he took it.