The Midnight Sky

Part One

Harry James Potter.

Young. Brave. Hero.

Loving. Trusting. Naïve.

A Serious Saving People Complex.

The Golden Boy.

The Golden Pawn.

It had been centuries since I last heard that name. It was the name of a child, a child I knew better than anyone. A child I had forsaken and by doing so had Killed.

"There is no Harry Potter in Vendicare. "

It was the truth.

Harry Potter no longer existed.

Harry Potter had died when he was a year old at the hands of a minor Dark Lord. He had died the moment he entered that Veil in exchange for his Godfather. Harry Potter had died upon the moment Jager had stumbled upon the then toddler in the middle of that destroyed field back in Seventeenth-Century England and brought him back to the recently widowed Lord he served.

I should know, after all, I was the one who finalized his death.

It would appear Vongola Decimo's Guardians do not believe me. It matters not to me, they can deny the truth all they want but that won't change it.

"Inform your client they are wrong. We of the Vindice have never arrested one: Harry James Potter. He is not nor has ever been within the care of Vendicare."

Decimo, himself, didn't seem bothered by the words; No doubt his Hyper Intuition was informing the younger there was no lie in his words, but the brunette also held a consecrate look.

"Is he one of the Guards?"

"No."

It was the truth and no amount of threats, begging or pleading could change that.

After all, Bermuda von Veckenschtein was no Harry Potter.

Nor was I a Guard.

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Chapter 1

Most stories start at the beginning, Once Upon a Time, as most fairy tales would put it, but not mine.

My story started at an end that wasn't quite The End.

It started with a Veil of all things, but not just any Veil: The Veil of Death.

It wasn't anything fancy-A stone archway in the middle of a dais located within the center of an empty room- and if not for the whispers that came from the water like liquid that created the veil, it could have easily been ignored. The room itself was called The Death Chamber- Looking back on it, battling the Death Eaters within a room with such a name was all but asking for trouble- as the Veil itself had once been used to execute countless of people.

Chaos was the only real way to describe what happened next. Everything just happened so fast.

The once empty chamber had turned into a war zone.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Ginny limping slightly with Neville at her side, one of his hand hanging uselessly at his side, as Luna keep her back to both of theirs. Hermione was by Ron, a fire in her eyes unlike any I had seen before, both looking banged up but as determined they had ever been.