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.
Warnings: Sexual content
They were killed on a raid. Dumbledore had assured their safety; said they would be fine. There wasn't supposed to be anyone there. Empty, he said.
It wasn't, not by any stretch of the imagination. Seven Death Eaters had been there, along with him. They killed our people, ten of them. Lost three of theirs. But it didn't matter; they'd killed my friends. Ron and Hermione.
He apologized; said his source had told him it would be empty that night. Dumbledore should find a new source, was all I'd thought. I was angry. I think something blew up … I don't remember anymore, I think I've been pushing it from my mind for years. I don't want to remember it. I want nothing to do with them, or their war.
They took them from me, both Dumbledore and Voldemort. Dumbledore sent them out, and Voldemort killed them, personally. I didn't care anymore, for either of them, for either side. I just stopped caring. And what good is a savior, if he doesn't care anymore? So I left.
I'm sure they think I'll be back, or they did. Perhaps they've stopped hoping these five years I've been gone. Never once have I felt the urge to go back or to see what's become of them.
I do wonder, occasionally, if someone's won; if Dumbledore managed to over power him (which is unlikely if the prophecy is correct), or if Voldemort has overthrown everything and taken over. But I don't dwell on it. It's no longer my concern.
I turned my back on them and ran, ran to where they will never find me. And if, by some miracle, they do, I will just run again. The world is a large place. I can easily become lost again.
"Raven, you're up."
I glance up from my mirror to nod once, showing that I heard. I glance back, blinking at my reflection. My scar is covered with makeup; after all, it's really the only way for people to tell who I am. Without it, they don't have a clue. I am safely hidden from anyone and anything.
I'm still small and slight, but as I stand there is now an obvious grace to my moving. It's the result of years of practice. First it was dueling, now it's dancing. It's my job to give them what they want.
Yes, I, Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, am a dancer, and I like my world.
I am never going back.
Yes, it's a new story. No it's not one of the ones that was voted on. I lost them when my computer crashed. No, I haven't given up on those. They're still lingering at the back of my brain for when my muse decides to stop pouting over that fact. No, I haven't abandoned AITMWI
Don't expect frequent updates. I have to be in a certain mood to be able to write this way, and for what I'm planning on it going ... well, for the general idea of it anyway. It will be dark, at least that's the plan.
Chapter one will be up later today.