Forever Yours

Chapter 31: I Remember You

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people or places that belong to the wonderful world of Harry Potter, as they belong to J.K. Rowling. The OCs (Katherine, Septimus, Serenity, Helena, Christoph, Elisa, Henry, Nick and any name you don't recognize and isn't from the HP universe) are entirely my own.

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May 2, 1999 - London, Borough of Islington:

The screams.

The bright lights from the spells and curses.

They were everywhere.

Everywhere.

His heart hammered in his chest; his breathing hitched and shallow. He could feel the sweat trickling down his face and body. Blood littered his clothes and the ground. Walls exploded around him; and fire engulfed the turrets' peaks.

He saw them.

He always saw them.

The lifeless faces of Remus and Tonks, as they laid side by side in the Great Hall. Fred's face just before the stone wall collapsed on top of him. Lavender's stilled form as it was being feasted upon by Greyback. Collin's corpse sprawled out of the ground in the middle of the courtyard.

"Look...at...me..."

Those black eyes unnerved him the most. He had done nothing, but watch as the man died, and take his memories from him. The memories that now sat in a small crystal bottle on the dresser in his bedroom. Those eyes were now burned into his mind and soul. He could still see the ripped flesh of the wizard's neck; the blood that stained the black haired wizard and a blonde haired witch, as well as the floor surrounding them.

But it wasn't just one wizard that still haunted him; it was the voice of another that did.

"Give me Harry Potter...and none shall be harmed..." The cold voice hissed. "I shall find you...and I shall punish every man...woman...and child who has tried to conceal you from me..."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" And green light flooded his vision as a scream escaped him.

Pale eyelids flew open, revealing emerald green orbs within. Harry Potter bolted upright in his bed; sweat poured from his face and torso. His body shook from the sheer shock. It was always the same.

Throwing back the covers of his queen sized bed; Harry slid off the mattress and padded across the room. He did not need his wand anymore to see where he was going, for he now knew the house like the back of his hand.

About a month after the final battle, Harry had gone back to London. To Number 12 Grimmauld Place, to be more exact. Ron and Hermione had joined him there at first, but she had stayed only a few weeks before leaving to retrieve her parents from Australia. Ron had remained though, and he now occupied Regulus Black's old bedroom, while Harry slept in Sirius'.

Harry quietly slipped out into the hallway, and tip-toed down the stairs, while Ron's snoring echoed through his close door. Harry passed the next three floors quickly, and then silently slipped through the ground floor, trying with all of his might to avoid waking Walburg Black's portrait. They had still yet to figure out how to remove that damn painting.

As he reached the kitchens, Harry paused to look around. It was the first room that they had redone when moving in. There was, now, fresh paint on the walls and new wallpaper as well. The furniture had been dusted and polished, and the counters had been replaced. The pantry was filled to the brim, and even Kreacher's den had been remodeled, by Hermione of course.