My Past Will Always Catch Up

Title: My Past Will Always Catch up
Author: Allanasha Ke Kiri
Summary: After the deaths of both Ron and Hermione in their seventh year, Harry ran. The pressure was too much; they thought he’d be back, after he realized they needed him. But he never returned, just ran and hid in the one place he was sure no one would look for him.
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual content
Pairing: Voldemort/Harry


Chapter 7


I pulled away from Evan as soon as we landed in my apartment. “I can honestly say that I hate that,” I told him dryly.

Beside me, Evan laughed quietly. “It’s much better when you’re in control. You’ll have to ask someone to teach you again.” There was a strange tone to his voice.

I shook my head, not even bothering to look at the man. “Kitchen’s through there,” I waved towards the kitchen. “Bathroom’s down the hall, first door on the left. Guest room’s one door after that. You’ll be staying there.”

“Of course,”

I was very glad that he hadn’t said anything beyond that. I nodded once and made my way into the kitchen, shoving up the sleeves of my robes. I heard him follow behind me, but ignored him as I set the folder in my hands on the counter and opened my fridge. I was starving. The little appetizers in the ballroom hadn’t done much to fill me up. Though I had a vague idea that I’d left before the meal.

Not that it mattered; I much preferred my own food to something they’d have given me. After a moment, I pulled out a package of meat and set it on the counter. Hamburgers, I think. They’re fairly simple to make, and they don’t need any real big preparations. But first … I’d need to change.

“Stay here,” I told Evan as I picked the folder back up and left the kitchen. I felt him staring after me as I did so, but paid it no mind.

He didn’t follow, thankfully. I’d had just about as much of death eaters as I could handle. I needed a moment or two alone. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I leaned against it with a sigh.

How the hell had they managed it though? I wondered. I hadn’t even known a potion like that existed. Apparently it did though, or it wouldn’t have worked. I’d have to look it up, see if I should expect any side effects … like other ‘memories’ popping up.

God I hoped not. I didn’t think I could handle anymore of them. Well, most of them hadn’t been that bad … but the one with Voldemort …

I shuddered. Thankfully, he hadn’t looked all snakey. If he had, I’d have probably screamed … well, maybe not. It wasn’t exactly a dignified reaction, but it wouldn’t have been pleasant.

Silently, I let out another sigh and pushed myself off the door. I tossed the folder on the bed as I walked by it. Once in front of my closet, I stripped out of the robe, letting it fall to the ground as I dug through my other clothing.

Damn, I’d forgotten to ask what the material was. Well, no matter. It wasn’t like it was important.

“Here we are,” I murmured, as I pulled my favorite shirt from the closet. It was black with a gold dragon on the front. It’s tale wrapped around to the back and changed into a silver Basilisk type serpent. I was pretty sure that wasn’t what the makers had intended, but I couldn’t help what I thought it looked like. The pants I chose were black as well, and tight. Someone had once told me that they looked painted on. That was fine with me. They were comfortable. Besides, they were better than Dudley’s hand-me-downs. Anything was better than those.

I shook my head at the memory and shoved them away with the rest of them. It was happening more and more lately. It was as if they saw my being found as their time to slip back. It wasn’t, not if I had any say about it.

As soon as I dressed, I moved towards my door once again. My cell stopped me, causing me to frown. I didn’t get many callers. The most common was Jonathan. My curiosity piquing, I crossed back to my bed, grabbing it off of my bedside table.

“Hello?”

~“…Raven?”~ The voice sounded nervous.

“Yes?” No one I knew sounded like that.

~“It’s Chris”~

Then again, I could be wrong. “What is it?”

~“It … It’s Kesa. She was taken to the hospital.”~

I froze. “Sh- crap. Are you alright?”

~“We’re fine, mostly. Just worried and … I don’t know how to calm them down.”~

Ah, now I understood the reason for the call.

“I’ll be right over,” I told him.

~“Really?”~

“Yes, really. I’ll be bringing … company along.” I doubted Evan would let me go by myself, unfortunately.

~“Okay.”~

“See you in a few.”

I hung up before he could answer. Not the politest thing I’d ever done, but I thought he’d over look it. I slipped the phone into my pocket as I returned to the kitchen. Evan was sitting at the small table, a picture of perfect patience. I didn’t trust it.

“I don’t care what you did,” I told him, though I’m sure it came out more tired than uncaring.

He raised an eyebrow at me as I crossed to the package of meat and returned it to the fridge.

“I’m leaving.”

“Where?”

“I doubt that’s any of your concern.”

His lips twitched upwards, amused again. It was beginning to get annoying. “I’m supposed to watch you, Kitten. If you’re going somewhere dangerous, the master would not be happy.”

I rolled my eyes; I couldn’t help it. “I’m babysitting,” I drawled. “I doubt that’s classified as dangerous.”

“I’m coming.”

I shrugged a shoulder as I walked passed him. “Fine, but only because I doubt you’ll stay.”

“Your vast knowledge is impressive, Kitten.”

I ignored him this time as I headed for my coat. “You’ll need to change, somehow. Robes aren’t normal wear here.”

He chuckled behind me. It was almost as odd as Voldemort’s … almost.

“I know that, Kitten. Unlike my colleagues, I have spent time amongst the muggles.”

“Hmm.” Once again, I ignored his use of the nickname. I was sure he was only using it to provoke me … unless they knew what was in the memories. Which, I had to admit, was a logical conclusion.

“I believe this is acceptable.”

Withholding a sigh, I turned around, preparing myself to criticize his wardrobe choice. Only to blink instead.

“It’s acceptable,” I told him.

He wore a plain black shirt and a pair of pants like mine. They were more than just acceptable. He looked really good in them. Evan smirked at me, as if he could read my thoughts.

“Let’s go,” I told him with a raised eyebrow as I grabbed my coat. So what if he could read my mind. I’d thought nothing to be ashamed of. It wasn’t like I went to bed with every guy (or girl) I found attractive. In fact, despite my career, and what people thought of me, I didn’t go to bed with anyone.

That was something not even my colleagues knew. I bet they’d laugh if they knew I was still a virgin … no, not just laugh, they’d be rolling on the floor. I suppose it is odd, most guys my age are very happy to be rid of it, but I’d never seen the appeal of just sleeping with a random stranger, just to say I had.

Once I locked the door, we were on our way.

***

It didn’t take us long to reach the orphanage, it being only a couple of minute’s walk from my apartment. Evan didn’t say a word the entire way, which surprised me, but I didn’t comment on it. I could, however, feel him watching me.

Be careful of him.

No shit, I snapped back at my inner self. Evan was dangerous. I couldn’t slip up around him, it could be deadly.

Seconds after I knocked on the orphanage door, it opened.

“Raven,” The relief in his voice was undisguised.

“Chris,” I answered as we entered. “This is Evan. He’s staying with me for awhile.”

Chris blinked at him. “He from your past too?”

“So they say. Where are the others?”

“Living room. Eliza finally stopped crying, kinda. It’s quieter anyway.”

I nodded, hanging my coat up. Chris followed close behind me. I didn’t really care what Evan was doing.

“R-Raven.”

That was the first time I’d ever heard Eliza say my name with anything but with a gleeful giggle. I crossed the room in 3 big strides (impressive for me) and gathered her into my arms. She started crying again.

Lifting her up, I moved to the couch and sat down so she was on my lap. The others were close.

“Kesa will be fine,” I told them, very aware of the fact that Evan was nearby. “Do you know why she’s gone?”

They shook their heads.

“All they said was that she’s sick,” Jason said, gazing up at me with wide eyes.

“She is, but she’ll be back.”

She had better, I thought.

They nodded, trustingly. The only ones who weren’t were Chris and Sarah, the two oldest.

“How about you go bring down your blankets, hmm? And we’ll all sleep down here.”

Eliza sniffled and glanced up at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s like a … slumber party, okay? I’ve never slept over before, have I?” I glanced around at the others.

They all shook their head.

I waited a moment. “Well?” I gave them a small smile. “Go get your blankets.”

They left, if rather slowly. It hurt to see them without their usual energy.”

“Well, well,” Evan said from his spot by the door. “The kitten has surprises even now.”

I sent him a glare as I stood. “It’s surprising that I take care of children?” I drawled with disdain.

He smirked at me, looking like he knew something he wasn’t going to tell me.

“If you’re going to stay, help me move the furniture.”

Evan’s amusement grew as he pushed off the wall and pulled out his wand. A wave later, the furniture was pushed up against the walls. Wizards were so lazy, I couldn’t help but think.

Not long later, the children came back down, each of them carrying an armful of blankets. Chris dropped his on a chair and left the room, Sarah followed his example. I shrugged, watching them go curiously.

“Let’s get these beds made up, hmm?”

It didn’t take long, not that Evan was any help. He just leaned against the wall, watching with that infuriating smirk of his. Chris and Sarah returned long before we were done with more blankets, probably for me and Evan … if I couldn’t convince him to leave.

When we were done, Eliza’s hand clung to my pants, which was quite a feat. I hadn’t known there was enough fabric to cling to. Reaching down, I ran a hand through her curls.

“Why don’t you go choose a book Eliza? I’ll read to you guys.”

It shouldn’t take them long to fall asleep, it was hours after they were normally in bed.

Eliza smiled at me, the first one I’d seen all night (well, the first one here) and left the room, taking Jason with her. I didn’t miss how she looked at Evan as they passed. She didn’t like him. That was a first. I’d never seen her not like someone. Had to say something about Evan’s character, though, didn’t it?

When she returned, she still gave Evan a wide berth, keeping Jason between them. Handing me the book, she sat down in my lap, curling into me. I didn’t mind, she needed the comfort.

“Green Eggs and Ham?” I asked, curiously.

“It’s her favorite book,” Joshua told me from his spot next to Marcus, his twin.

I nodded. “Well, it’s as good as any,” I said, opening the cover. Truth was, I was curious about it. I’d never read it, or any of his other books.

The other children settled around me, some of them leaning against me.

“Sam I am. I am Sam. Sam I am … That Sam-I-am! That Sam-I-am! I do not like that Sam-I am.”(1)

They were silent as I read the book. One of them rested their chin on my shoulder. I didn’t mind it. They were the only ones I didn’t mind touching me.

“You do not like them. So you say. Try them! Try them! And you may. Try them, and you may, I say.

“Sam! You let let me be, I will try them. You will see.” I turned the page. “Say! I like Green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-am! I would eat them in a boat. And I would eat them with a goat … I will eat them in the rain, and in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree. They are so good, so good, you see!

“So I will eat them in a box. And I will eat them with a fox. And I will eat them in a house. And I will eat them with a mouse. And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them anywhere! I do so like Green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am!”(2)

As I finished, I closed the book, noticing that Eliza was already asleep. I shifted slightly, realizing that she wasn’t the only one asleep. Evan chuckled again, but made no move to help. I didn’t ask him to either.

“I’ll help,” Chris said, standing from where he was.

I gave him a small smile, staying still while he carefully moved the others to their makeshift beds. When all I had was Eliza, I easily stood, putting her on her bed and covering her up.

“Go to sleep, Chris,” I told him. “You need the rest.”

I got a small smile in return as the kid laid down. As he closed his eyes, I made my way over to Evan. He was smirking at me.

“I don’t want you here while they sleep,” I told him, seeing no need to sugarcoat it.

“I’m supposed to be watching you, kitten. Can’t do that if I’m not here.”

I frowned at him. “I’m not about to leave the kids alone. I’m not going to leave the house. Besides, I doubt anyone will look for me at a muggle orphanage.”

Evan didn’t move except to raise an eyebrow at me. “Alright,” he said finally.

I blinked at him, barely managing to not question his decision. I should have.

Before I could say anything, he moved. Darting forward, he grabbed my wrist. I glared at him and tried to jerk it away … to no avail.

He tsked at me, sounding immensely amused. I hated it. A moment later, he reached up and snapped something onto my left wrist, the one he held. Only then did he release me.

“What the hell is this?” I demanded, voice an angry hiss. I was well aware of the sleeping children in the room.

He just smirked at me, the bastard. “You can go anywhere you want now, without a shadow, should I choose to allow it. That’ll let me know where you are at, at all times. And, it’s got a portkey built into it that I can activate.”

I glared at him, jaw clenching. “Why? I think I’d prefer the shadow.”

No, I didn’t think, I knew I’d prefer it.

Evan just grinned. “But you can slip a shadow, given time. The master isn’t keen on losing his kitten again, so you wont be running away again.”

I blinked. Again? Shit. “I thought it was agreed that I’d lost my memory.” I drawled.

Evan’s grin grew and this time I saw the intelligence in his gaze. “Kitten’s more resourceful that others give him credit for. No one else notices, but I do. You’re gaze is calculating, waiting,” he pushed himself off the wall, standing at his full height to look down at me, eyes fully detached from sanity. “You remember, little kitten. You aren’t lost, you’re exactly where you want to be. The master wants you, and things are interesting with you around.”

I blinked at him, feeling the panic rise in my chest. My face didn’t reveal it.

“Really?” I drawled, unimpressed. “Tomorrow you’ll be telling me we boffed or something.”

Evan laughed. “Oh no, not me.”

His eyes continued to drill into mine, his grin making him look … dangerous. I could finally see why this Death Eater was so feared. I withheld the shudder that threatened to rise.

“You remember, little kitten, everything, and you wont be running again.”

I could only watch as he walked to the doorway, feeling more lost and helpless than I had in a long time.

As soon as he left, my right hand rose to my left, looking for the latch on the damned thing. I didn’t plan on taking it off yet, because I couldn’t leave the children alone. However, it would be great to be able to slip it off when Evan wasn’t expecting it and run.

I sighed, when I didn’t find one. I knew I wouldn’t be able to slip it off over my hand either, it was too tight for that. It would seem I was stuck until Evan took it off.

“Bloody brilliant,” I muttered, moving over to my set of blankets.

At least the thing wasn’t tacky … or large and bulky. It was small and simple, silver in color. It looked like a bracelet, which I could handle. Unfortunately, it looked like something that belonged on a girl’s wrist. Still, there wouldn’t be too many questions.

Why me? I wondered, glancing at the ceiling. Did the fates enjoy messing with me so much I couldn’t even have a normal life? I sighed. It didn’t matter, and all it would accomplish was making me depressed. Besides, I had other things to worry about.

Would Evan tell Voldemort what he thought he knew? If he did, Voldemort was likely to raid my mind again, probably more thoroughly than the last time. Which meant he’d probably find the memories I’ve hidden away … the same memories that kept trying to return.

I shook my head to clear it of thought. What I needed right now was sleep … and food, but that could wait until tomorrow.

***

“We weren’t expecting to see you until next week,” A tall figure said. It wore a long, dark robe, a hood up and hiding any of their features, but the voice identified it as a female. “Did something happen? Were you discovered?”

“Not yet,” a second, male, replied.

“Then why are you here early? You know it’s-“

“I know the dangers, perhaps better than you.”

The first was silent a moment before bowing her head in an apology. “You’re right, I’m sorry. What news do you bring?”

“Harry Potter has been found.”

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(1)& (2) – Dr. Seuss’ ‘Green Eggs and Ham’. I love that book.

Alright, here’s chapter 7 for you all. Hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and for those of you who care (and because I’m lazy):

The orphans:

Chris: 10 ½ (Changed it a year to give myself more room with the ages) sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He’s quiet and kind of withdrawn, though that’s thought to be because of his parents’ deaths. He’s very protective of the other 7 children.

Sarah: 10, Brown hair, soft curls. Hazel eyes. Often with a smile, however small. She looks after the younger children, trying to keep them out of trouble. Has a slight crush on Chris.

Marie: 9, Dark brown hair, thin and straight. Dark blue eyes. She and Marcus are generally seen together, racing or setting up a game.

Joshua: 8, Auburn hair, worn long, to his shoulders. Generally worn down. Grey eyes. Loves to be read to, or read by himself. Twin to Marcus, two minutes older.

Marcus: 8, Auburn hair, worn long, to his shoulders. Generally pulled back into a low ponytail. Grey eyes. Loves to run and play, and often pulls his twin along with him, though he will sit and be still when Joshua asks. Twin to Joshua, two minutes younger.

Nicklas: 7, blond hair, gray-green eyes. Keeps to himself when others will let him. Doesn’t fight too much when they pull him into a game.

Jacob: 7, Black hair, short with hazel eyes. Quieter than Eliza, often found watching. Very inquisitive.

Eliza: 6, Blond head of curls much like Shirley temple. Bright green eyes. Often happy and giggly. Has a puppy-dog face that only the cold hearted can resist. She always seems to know when Harry/Raven is near.

I made you wait a little longer than normal I know, but I did tell you I would update when I could and to not expect a specific day to it.