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The Honor of Your Presence
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,816
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tragedy Strikes
The Honor of Your Presence
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Summary: Sequel to ‘Old Enemies New Loves’. Harry Potter, savior of the Wizarding World, has been alone for the last decade. Rating: R Warnings: Violent character death (Beginning this chapter), sexual situations.
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Chapter 3: Tragedy Strikes
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A few days after the wedding, Harry received a howler at work. Ginny’s howlers were nearly as bad as Molly Weasley’s, Ginny and Ron’s mum. Listening to Ginny’s voice screech at him brought Harry’s memories back to his second year at Hogwarts when he and Ron had driven his father’s flying Ford Anglia to school.
Every word of Ginny’s howler was true. Harry agreed with every word she said. He was a fool and it was nothing more than his own very poor judgment that had lost him the girl he loved.
Harry appeared inside his flat three months later exhausted, utterly tired and in need of a very stiff drink. It had taken a direct order from Arthur Weasley, the Minister of Magic, to make him leave his office with out any work. It was true though that Harry had been overworking himself. Today had been the last straw though. He had severely dressed down a rookie Auror over a minor infraction that he couldn’t recall now.
Arthur was right to send him home. He was a terror to be around. He should have told Hermione all those years ago. Now he was uselessly wondering about what life would have been like if he had told her. Would they have a little boy like Alexi or a little girl with chocolate eyes and a head of bushy curls?
Harry shook himself. He had to stop torturing himself. He had to accept that Hermione would never be his. She was happy with Krum and her little one. Harry slumped into one of the leather chairs intending only to rest his eyes and fell promptly to sleep.
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What felt like moments later Harry was startled out of his impromptu nap and whipped his wand from his robes at the same time he vaulted behind the chair as a loud rushing started in his fireplace announcing the arrival of an unauthorized floo. Very few people knew how to defeat his wards and they knew to only use it in an emergency. His eyes widened in surprise when a bushy haired female stumbled out of the flames clutching a bundle of blankets.
“Hermione what’s happened?” Harry asked as he rushed to her side and helped her to her feet.
Tears streamed down her face and she clutched at his sleep-rumpled robe. “Harry, there was someone in the house. I heard someone calling for Viktor before he pushed Alexi and I into the fire.” She turned pleading eyes to his. “Please Harry, go and make sure he is all right. Please Harry.”
“Did you recognize the voice?” Harry asked quickly.
“No, but it was a man’s voice and the voice was as heavily accented as Viktor’s was when we first met him during the Tournament.” Hermione took a few deep breaths in an effort to control her tumultuous emotions. “He was saying something about wanting to meet Viktor’s mudblood wife. Harry please find out if Viktor is all right.”
“Is there anything else that you can remember Hermione?” Harry asked quickly as he threw on a heavy Auror Robe over his lighter robes that he normally wore to the Ministry.
Hermione thought for a moment. “Morfran. Just that, Morfran, it is a name I think.”
Harry nodded once and apparated outside Hermione’s house. The house itself was dark and silent until he looked into the air above the house. He raised his wand to the now dark sky and in a rough voice said, “Aurors Denuntiare.”
Above the house glowing brightly with sickly green light was an image that reminded him too much of the Dark Mark that the followers of Voldemort once cast over the homes of their victims. This mark depicted a decidedly serpent-like skull.
Harry rushed through the door that was smoking and hanging off it’s hinges. He moved silently, calling for Viktor only once before spotting something in the sitting room. Wand drawn Harry moved quickly to the crumpled heap in the sitting room that was lying in a widening pool. Harry didn’t have to see the crimson color of the liquid to know that the cloying coppery scent that hung in the air was of blood.
Harry fell to his knees ignoring the blood that seeped through his robes and rolled the figure on it’s back and he looked into the waxy face of Victor Krum. The man’s glassy eyes fixed on Harry and the man took a painful breath.
“I know you luf her.” Viktor said, his voice ravaged by pain. “Take care of her and don’t let ‘Lexi forget his papa. Promise me Potter!”
“Viktor you aren’t going to die.” Harry said urgently. “Aurors are on the way and we’ll get you to St. Mungo’s.”
Viktor grasped Harry’s robes weakly, “Promise me.”
“Ok Viktor, I’ll keep Hermione and Alexi safe, I promise.” Harry said in a rush.
Viktor smiled slightly and took a shuddering breath. Then his eyes rolled back and the breath rattled as it escaped from his body.
“Viktor, No!!!” Harry yelled at the man. Viktor’s hand slid from Harry’s robes and fell to the floor.
In the short minutes that followed Harry was dimly aware of the arrival of first the muggle police then the pops of his auror team apparating in. It was one of his senior Aurors that finally tore him away from Viktor’s ravaged body. Harry looked up into violent purple eyes.
“Tonks.” Harry said with a little relief. “No one is going to rest until we find who murdered him, Tonks.”
“Harry, you need to go rest and break the news to Hermione.” Nymphadora Tonks told him gently as she helped him to his feet.
Harry looked once more at the wizard at his feet and shook his head. “You’re right, I need to get rid of this blood first.”
A quick cleaning charm later Harry Potter was apparating outside his flat. He was about to embark on the most difficult thing he had ever done. Telling his best friend that her husband was dead.
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Lost in the crowds of London a lone figure traveled in darkness and shadows. He caressed the weapon in his pocket like a lover or a cherished pet. Muggles make such interesting weapons to kill each other with. The man thought to himself. Soon they would pay. They would all pay.
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Summary: Sequel to ‘Old Enemies New Loves’. Harry Potter, savior of the Wizarding World, has been alone for the last decade. Rating: R Warnings: Violent character death (Beginning this chapter), sexual situations.
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Chapter 3: Tragedy Strikes
***~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~***
A few days after the wedding, Harry received a howler at work. Ginny’s howlers were nearly as bad as Molly Weasley’s, Ginny and Ron’s mum. Listening to Ginny’s voice screech at him brought Harry’s memories back to his second year at Hogwarts when he and Ron had driven his father’s flying Ford Anglia to school.
Every word of Ginny’s howler was true. Harry agreed with every word she said. He was a fool and it was nothing more than his own very poor judgment that had lost him the girl he loved.
Harry appeared inside his flat three months later exhausted, utterly tired and in need of a very stiff drink. It had taken a direct order from Arthur Weasley, the Minister of Magic, to make him leave his office with out any work. It was true though that Harry had been overworking himself. Today had been the last straw though. He had severely dressed down a rookie Auror over a minor infraction that he couldn’t recall now.
Arthur was right to send him home. He was a terror to be around. He should have told Hermione all those years ago. Now he was uselessly wondering about what life would have been like if he had told her. Would they have a little boy like Alexi or a little girl with chocolate eyes and a head of bushy curls?
Harry shook himself. He had to stop torturing himself. He had to accept that Hermione would never be his. She was happy with Krum and her little one. Harry slumped into one of the leather chairs intending only to rest his eyes and fell promptly to sleep.
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What felt like moments later Harry was startled out of his impromptu nap and whipped his wand from his robes at the same time he vaulted behind the chair as a loud rushing started in his fireplace announcing the arrival of an unauthorized floo. Very few people knew how to defeat his wards and they knew to only use it in an emergency. His eyes widened in surprise when a bushy haired female stumbled out of the flames clutching a bundle of blankets.
“Hermione what’s happened?” Harry asked as he rushed to her side and helped her to her feet.
Tears streamed down her face and she clutched at his sleep-rumpled robe. “Harry, there was someone in the house. I heard someone calling for Viktor before he pushed Alexi and I into the fire.” She turned pleading eyes to his. “Please Harry, go and make sure he is all right. Please Harry.”
“Did you recognize the voice?” Harry asked quickly.
“No, but it was a man’s voice and the voice was as heavily accented as Viktor’s was when we first met him during the Tournament.” Hermione took a few deep breaths in an effort to control her tumultuous emotions. “He was saying something about wanting to meet Viktor’s mudblood wife. Harry please find out if Viktor is all right.”
“Is there anything else that you can remember Hermione?” Harry asked quickly as he threw on a heavy Auror Robe over his lighter robes that he normally wore to the Ministry.
Hermione thought for a moment. “Morfran. Just that, Morfran, it is a name I think.”
Harry nodded once and apparated outside Hermione’s house. The house itself was dark and silent until he looked into the air above the house. He raised his wand to the now dark sky and in a rough voice said, “Aurors Denuntiare.”
Above the house glowing brightly with sickly green light was an image that reminded him too much of the Dark Mark that the followers of Voldemort once cast over the homes of their victims. This mark depicted a decidedly serpent-like skull.
Harry rushed through the door that was smoking and hanging off it’s hinges. He moved silently, calling for Viktor only once before spotting something in the sitting room. Wand drawn Harry moved quickly to the crumpled heap in the sitting room that was lying in a widening pool. Harry didn’t have to see the crimson color of the liquid to know that the cloying coppery scent that hung in the air was of blood.
Harry fell to his knees ignoring the blood that seeped through his robes and rolled the figure on it’s back and he looked into the waxy face of Victor Krum. The man’s glassy eyes fixed on Harry and the man took a painful breath.
“I know you luf her.” Viktor said, his voice ravaged by pain. “Take care of her and don’t let ‘Lexi forget his papa. Promise me Potter!”
“Viktor you aren’t going to die.” Harry said urgently. “Aurors are on the way and we’ll get you to St. Mungo’s.”
Viktor grasped Harry’s robes weakly, “Promise me.”
“Ok Viktor, I’ll keep Hermione and Alexi safe, I promise.” Harry said in a rush.
Viktor smiled slightly and took a shuddering breath. Then his eyes rolled back and the breath rattled as it escaped from his body.
“Viktor, No!!!” Harry yelled at the man. Viktor’s hand slid from Harry’s robes and fell to the floor.
In the short minutes that followed Harry was dimly aware of the arrival of first the muggle police then the pops of his auror team apparating in. It was one of his senior Aurors that finally tore him away from Viktor’s ravaged body. Harry looked up into violent purple eyes.
“Tonks.” Harry said with a little relief. “No one is going to rest until we find who murdered him, Tonks.”
“Harry, you need to go rest and break the news to Hermione.” Nymphadora Tonks told him gently as she helped him to his feet.
Harry looked once more at the wizard at his feet and shook his head. “You’re right, I need to get rid of this blood first.”
A quick cleaning charm later Harry Potter was apparating outside his flat. He was about to embark on the most difficult thing he had ever done. Telling his best friend that her husband was dead.
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Lost in the crowds of London a lone figure traveled in darkness and shadows. He caressed the weapon in his pocket like a lover or a cherished pet. Muggles make such interesting weapons to kill each other with. The man thought to himself. Soon they would pay. They would all pay.
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