This is my very first Harry Potter fanfic! Its alternative universe, and I think it would be R rated (some violence). I hope you like it! :3
A loud and deafening bang blasted through the air,
spitting impulse and some flames together with rocks around from a large
rocket. A portion of the wall blew off because of that.
I had to duck under the other pillar, but a familiar
scream made me subconsciously peak from my hiding spot.
“Cho! Seamus! They got me!” screeched Colin.
He was taking cover just beneath that wall which is now blown apart. Seems like
his leg is full of blood. I glanced at Collin who nodded. “Cho,
Then I shot a few bursts at the general direction from
which (I think) the Government forces is shooting from. Seamus darted towards
Collin, and tried to drag him towards safety.
From afar I see that the Government forces are
advancing while shooting towards their position. “Incoming! Go go
go!” I ran towards the wall and started open firing at the enemy who
crouched to avoid. There did not seem to be too many of them, but they seem
very heavily armed.
On the other hand I have lost Katie and Dean. I dont think
Collin could do much after this, but Seamus is a tough one. Still, there seems
to be at least half a dozen enemies.
“Aaah!” shouted Seamus as he fell to the
ground. I swiftly turned around and shot an enemy who managed to snuck around
us. He was not alone, but Collin still had his handgun with him and shot the
other guy down.
Seamus did not move even after I shouted his name a
couple of times. Collin grabbed Seamus’s rifle. “I’ll cover this
side” he said. Not very convincing, though. He is turning very pale from
I kept shooting back towards the incoming enemy,
changing my clip twice already. Not good, I only got two more clips. I think I
hit one of the guys but cant be sure. Too far ahead to check.
The dead government soldier who Collin shot moments
ago started to make sounds. Not him, but his handy talky. “One squad
coming to aid you. Sit tight.” it said in Arabic. That means another dozen
enemy soldiers are coming. And while I was looking at the corpse with the handy
talky, I saw Collin motionless. Eyes open, but nothing else.
I guess Im alone then, I thought as I darted across
the room avoiding another explosion to the wall. Collin held three clips of
ammo, and I managed to snatch them as I darted to the back door. No time to
grab from the dead foes.
It was my idea to take shelter in this cottage.
Learning the hard way that it was not a good idea. Not my first bad idea, and
not my worst.
In fact, Im starting to be unsure of which one was my
worst idea. So many bad ideas.
Right when I opened the back door, three government
soldiers tried to ambush me but they missed their shot. I didn’t. What luck! I
gunned three of them in one go.
Did I just say ‘luck’? I had to leap and duck behind
more ruins as heavy fire started to rain on me. Yet, seems that Im getting shot
from the other side too man how am I going to get away from this?
I guess I only have one choice.
I lift up both my hands, and I heard cheers from afar
“Yaa Husein! Yaa Alii!”
Oh no.. Yet another bad decision I made. There are
things worse than death.. They do not take prisoners!
“Zis is a fery byutiful wan. You go ferst
kaptein?” said one of them as seven soldiers came close while pointing
their gun at me.
My black robes were very dirty, I no longer had my
veil on but I was full of dirt. However, I have always been famous for my
looks. When I first switched sides, my companions have always warned me against
frontline fighting due to the fear that exactly this might happen.
This is not how Im going to go. If I were to meet my
maker, I will do so with full honor! I had left my gun a few steps behind, but
I had my knife.
As I drew my knife, a number of things happened at the
same time. They have not reacted to my sudden movement, then an explosion blew
off nearby which distracted them completely. Gunshots rang out, killing one of
the government soldiers instantly. I rolled backwards and grabbed my rifle.
Moments later, the enemy were defeated but my left arm
was slightly injured. A bullet scratch, not much. I turned my head to see my
savior, but I had to prepare. If it were the rebels or jihadists, good. But if
it were ISIS, not so good.
Worse than ISIS, apparently.
He looked away. Ahh, yes. My veil. But his gesture no
longer offended me.
“Its not that you are disgusting, but it is I who do not have
rights to look.” he said, many years ago when we first met. Actually,
that was how we first introduced ourselves to each other.
He was one among the leaders of the demonstrators. We
had enough with the tyrant, communist, and military regime of Tom Riddle. I led
a group of activists from the Southern provinces. I was long educated in the
West, not needing to wear such traditional clothing.
When he first gave me that look, I protested and that
was his response. That answer startled me, but my arrogance made me snap back.
I said that my clothes are my own business. He responded coolly by asking who set
the rule that clothes is the person’s own business, also complaining how I blindly
accepted without question that my ‘American teachers’ hold ‘rights over the
claim of modernity’.
And this was what made me fascinated by him back then.
I moved to Syria bringing a masters in Philosophy from Harvard, but Harry made
me learn new things all the time.
“Finally came around, eh?” he remarked,
startling me who was daydreaming back to those past days. He himself was
examining the corpse of the government soldiers. I nodded, as I put on my veil.
“The mutilation and murder of that Luna kid did
not stop you from joining the government forces. What finally made reality sink
in?” he demanded. “I dont know why I was that stupid.” I said,
barely audible. “One Luna after the other, tens of thousands by now.”
At first I joined the government forces because my
parents did. They forced me. My parents force was stronger than my humanity, I
thought. But seeing you in the reports of fallen jihadists, I could not bear
“You are alive.. I thought you were dead. The
news was broadcasted.” I said. He chuckled. “As do most jihadis and
rebels, interestingly. Come, we must keep moving.”
Turns out Harry wasnt alone when he saved me. He had a
partner, but did not make it in the gun battle. However we did not have time to
bury him, so I just followed Harry as he walked fast towards the ruins. Far
behind us, we heard a few gunshots.
“Nothing to worry about. They will be soon enough
following a false trail I set.”, he said after noticing that I kept
A few minutes of silence, then he broke it. “Why
did you betray us?” he asked. “I have explained it to you back
then.” I said.
Indeed. We were just weeks away from our wedding, when
we had that big fight which set us apart. The demonstrations went worse and
worse, and people started dying. But just when we thought things could never be
worse, the news of Luna came. She allegedly vandalized public property with
anti-government slurs. The military responded brutally: they kidnapped her,
sexually harasses her, mutilated her, then killed her (in that order). They
returned her body to her parents, and then bombed the funeral.
Harry was among those who, upon hearing the news, rose
up and shouted “we fight!” and his friends roared in support. As did
thousands and tens of thousands others, which snowballed to millions, and the civil
Violently protesting against the government was one
thing. Doing so when your parents was a close ally of the government was
another thing. Being one among the protester ringleaders was yet another thing.
It was very very extremely tough at the time. My parents really believed in the
government, and were furious when they knew what I was doing. That, and due to
my role my parents were threatened by the government: despite their allegiance
towards the government.
When demonstrations broke to riots, then riots broke
to war, my spirit broke. We shouted at each other, arguing about whether or not
war is the solution. To this day I do not know why I cant just say that my
parents are threatened. Why cant I just say I quit. Rather, I even bothered to
try to talk Harry out of fighting.
His mind was made up. And, even at that time, deep in
the corner of my heart I knew he was right. Why did I even do that? WHY??
That question kept on ringing in my head as I showered
bullets towards the rebels, myself wearing a government army uniform. I had
some military training back in the USA, so when my parents wanted me to join
the army I was accepted very easily in the auxiliary force.
“I heard about your parents.” he said, and
my heart skipped a beat. “We all knew they were pro-Riddle. But what made
you even go as far as fighting for them?” I cannot respond to that. I
was guilty as charged. “Maybe, there was some evil in me.” I gulped. Tears
started to roll down my eyes. “A lot. The things I started.. ended up doing…
Day by day I knew I was wrong. We were brutal. At first I begged my comrades to
stop showering East Lattakia with bombs, when we knew for a fact was mostly
full of civilians. Then I stopped begging. Then I started helping carrying the
The tears came more heavily, and I cannot continue.
Harry just stood there, shocked.
I guess I will never know how much my humanity would
have deteriorated. It was the news of his death that made me say
“enough”. Two years after fighting for the government, I decided to
defect to the rebels.
But I cant blame my parents. After all they have done
for me, despite all this. And eventually I made the choice. It was my choice.
“I was lost… You ask me why I did that? I am evil!” My knees fell to the
ground. I felt Harry walk closer towards me, but stopped just a step away.
“Ronald,” he said, when my crying subsided a bit. I
looked up at the mention of the name. “How…” I stopped mid-sentence. How could
I ask how he is? They were inseparable, yet Harry is alone now. “No, he did not
make it.” Said Harry, as I expected. “Last time we met, was when I set out for
recon with Parvati. On our way out, he handed Parvati a bayonet and me a
compass.” I said, looking down to the ground. “That was when I made my way to
defect to the Government. Made good use of that compass.” We both went silent
for a bit.
I murmured, “He must’ve known I’d run out on you.”
Then Harry did something he has never done before, even when
approaching the days of our marriage. He put his hand on my shoulder, and that
shocked me. I looked up to him, and to my amazement he was smiling.
“No,” Harry corrected me. “He must’ve known you’d always want to
I blinked in confusion.
“Some months before he died, he gave me this rifle.”
He showed me a standard M4A1 assault rifle. Nothing special, except the ‘Al-Mukhtar’
painted on it. “I know he often gives gifts to people, but before he died he
told me something. He said ‘Whenever I give a gift, I always give a prayer.”
I always had that compass, I have it now. I did use it
once in a while –including when I ran away from the government to finally
defect to the rebels.
“I knew he gave you a compass.” He said. Of course he
remembered that. That was the last time we met. Well, before this, that was.
come.” Harry said, gesturing me to get up. He did not help me get up, as
expected. But I somehow felt some warmth in him now. “Should you not check me,
to make sure Im not being a double agent?”
completely trust you.” Says Harry. “And Im sure they have done some checking
when you first defected back, correct?” he chuckled. I nodded.
are we going, though?” I asked. “We are going to one of our outposts. We are
working with the rebels and about to launch an offensive against Dabbayah. This
area was considered as one of our alternative supply lines, so I was scouting
the area. Seems that it is no longer a viable option, apparently.” He said.
“So, I have reported and am instructed to return for further instructions.”
were an important commander, Harry. I heard that you died, the government
forces boasted about it. How did you return unnoticed?” I asked. “That was
precisely the point. The government forces really cornered my battalion in Abu
Hilal. I really thought they would get us good. I thought I was lucky when I
survived the bombardment, deep under ruins. But then Ronald survived that too.
I then found out that over a hundred of us actually survived, but the
government doesn’t know that.”
the government knew was that they –finally—put an end to that annoying Harry
Potter Battalion.” I said, amazed. “Well, they did kill more than three
quarters of us in that battle. Nothing compared to what we took away from them!
But when I reported to Sheikh Dumbledore, he said that we should lay low for a
while. Hide among civilians, cease any military operations.” He explained. Then
it hit me.
Closest rebel forces are in Rabdah, that’s where I was heading before the
government forces caught up with me. And we are going…” I opened my compass
–the one Ronald gave me—“East. That’s exactly the other way round. Are you
saying…?” Harry nodded and cut me short. “Yep, rebels will attack them from the
front and we will beat them from the buttocks! When the rebels attack Dabbayah,
Abu Hayyah will be even more weakly defended and we will take that first before
striking Dabbayah. Then, by the will of God, we press southwards. You are now
under my command.”
am so happy now that I am under his command, yet again. However, for the first
time, in a fighter squad. I wish Seamus, Collin, Padma, and the others were
here with me. “So how did you get here?” Harry asked me.
some troop rotation, I was pulled back to Rasm al-Hajal. We were supposed to
rest. I had a gang of friends who were already appalled by what we were doing,
but never dared to do anything. We just had secret conversations where we just
complained, but that’s it. But a few months ago, I heard…” that was when I
heard that Harry died.. I cant admit this, though “… my heart finally refusing
to go on. I spoke rather strongly in front of these friends, and apparently
Seamus.. He did something stupid. He blew up the ammunition storage. But that
was the moment. It was now or never, we ran away. The government forces chased
us for months, we played cat and mouse for some time. Well, they caught us
finally. I am the sole survivor of that group, and God sent you –of all
people—to save me.”
shook his head. “Martyrs, they were. But I thank God for sending me in the
right time. You are very beautiful, they would take your honor before your
life.” He said, but I only managed to hear until “beautiful” when my heartbeat
made me unable to hear what came after.
I said. “Hating what the Government did took much time to build, but what
pulled the last string was you.” Harry stopped. He looked at me, a bit puzzled.
“It was hearing about your death. That was my limit.” I took the leap of faith.
that cruelty. All that inhumaneness. And THAT was what made you stop?” Harry
asked, his face shocked with disbelief. His response also shocked me. “I got
all the way here, risking my life! And this is what you tell me?” I shot at
him. “After all you have told me, how can I not?” he shot back.
made perfect sense. Objectively speaking, how can he not ask that question. It
was valid. I cannot respond to that. I was struck dumb.
think your death was a small deal for me?” I finally found my voice back, but
realized immediately how stupid it sounded. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID!!
to all else?? Of course! Are you even serious right now?!” he shot back, with a
very judgmental look in his face. As expected. Of course. “How do I even know
that this is a legit reason?”
felt my knees weak again, and eyes starting to go wet.
“How many times do I have to reiterate how
stupid and evil I am.” I said, tears at the verge of falling. “You know what,
you might as well execute me now.”
looked at me for a while, as if considering something. “No spy would think I
would fall for that.” I looked at him, and our eyes exchanged glares for a few moments.
if I tell you that I am already with somebody else?” he asked.
heart sank. But what did I expect,
though? We separated and ditched our wedding plans, due to my betrayal, and it
has been two years since. And, did I even expect to coincidentally bump into
him like this out of nowhere? As if my story was written by a cheap and
against all odds, I actually did bump into him. Was it wrong for my heart to
not like you have to choose.” I retorted, and he chuckled. “You are against
those kind of things. Remember when we did our pre-marital talk?” I chuckled
too. “Yes, but…” I cannot continue further.
“Ginny Weasley. We are married. I have a son.”
Harry said. “Ronald’s sister, I see.” I remembered her. Among all the women in
our circle back then, she was not in it. She was not in the picture much, not
even in the demonstrations. Well, I thought, she was very young at the time.
Maybe Ronald let her join in eventually?
if.. I changed my mind on that issue.” I demanded. Harry chuckled. “If you are
doing this for me, you cannot have me. So what then?” he said. He knew that I
knew the implication of this question. I did tell him that I did it for him.
first it felt like my heart, after it sank, has just shattered into pieces.
Hundreds of pieces. My head starts buzzing, and that’s when he smiled. “Cho.”
He said, as he lifted his hand. Then he lifted his index finger.
I realized that from those pieces emerged a thousand pieces of puzzles. Pieces
of things that Harry has every told me, and all that has happened between us
and around us. The pieces are putting themselves into place and I am closer and
closer to see the big picture but I cannot see it yet but almost but… then it
death was what finally triggered the explosion, but it was not the fuel and
gunpowder. My betrayal towards Harry was nothing compared to my true betrayal.
a mortar shell hit a tree just next to us, the impact and blast missed us but
some small pieces of wood hit us. We ducked and hid behind a wall of a ruined
house next to that tree. The Government forces have managed to catch up with
us. Rapid gunfire pins us down in that position. There seems to be dozens of
them, probably 300-400 meters ahead.
is where we are.” Harry pointed at a point in his map, “and this is where the
base is. Take this route, but spin around here, my pickup waits there. Show
them this.” He pulled out a ring. “Hey you..” I protested, but he cut me short
with what I already knew “one of us must stay to stall them, or else they can
follow us to our base and attack us and make our operation fail. You go! I will
hold them off.” All while we take turns shooting at the enemy.
is suicide!” I told him, considering the circumstances it is true. It is very
unlikely to survive anything like this. “It is martyrdom! Go, this is an order!”
he shouted back at me.
mind went back to our pre-marital talk. “I
wish to be with you for the rest of my life, until death do us apart.” I
told him back then. He laughed, and said “If
I were to marry you, I do not want even death to part us. Death is not the end,
you die, your entire battalion will be crippled!” I retorted. He cannot argue,
but his face shows that he really wants to. Instead, he sprang up and shot a
few rounds at the enemy. He ducked again to change clips. I grabbed him by the
front of his shirt, and told him “If I die, this is my atonement.” “I will not
let you!” he retorted, but I smiled.
get it now.
said that I cannot have you. Do not dare to tell me that. I will have you. But
not now.” I said, smiling. I ran out of my hiding, shot a few rounds as I
darted forwards from cover to cover. “NOOO COME BACK!!” bellowed Harry, but I
said “NOW IS YOUR CHANCE!! GO NOW!!!” as my rifle spat hot lead to the enemy
ducked behind another wall, just in time to narrowly miss a bullet from the
other side. They are getting closer and closer, but I shoot while getting
myself lost in the sea of ruins rather than the jungle.
they are following me! They don’t know exactly where Im hiding, but they are
coming close. I am best at close quarters like this. But me alone against that
many foes? Ahh, what does it matter now.
is not the end, my dear.” I whispered. It was meant to Harry, but surely he is
nowhere to hear it. Nonetheless, I smiled. When I felt them close enough, I
leaped out of my hiding with my weapons.
get it now.
is only one way to be with him.
am doing this for You, and only You.”