Title: Harry Potter and the heir of 5
Disclaimer: This is what I will say about this. I don't own a shit. I just own the plot and the TM-mejl and some spells.
Summary: HP/HR Harry Potter gets to know about his ancestry and some other secrets Dumbledore kept from him. Super! Harry OOTP spoilers
Chapter 1: The letter and a meeting
Harry Potter was just another normal, fifteen-year-old boy; or that was what everybody in Little Whinging thought. In fact, Harry Potter was a wizard, and not just any wizard. He was known as The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Right now it was the third day of the summer holidays and Harry hadn't left his room since he had arrived home from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No one knew why. His Aunt and Uncle couldn't care less if he was alive or dead, or so he thought.
Just today, a snowy-white owl had left the second floor of privet drive number four containing a letter to the Order of the Phoenix.
Dear Remus
I'll be writing a letter every third day. It's not because I want to, but because I have to, I just want to be LEFT ALONE, for now at least. I have got one of those TM-mails, I know that Professor Dumbledore was going to give me one when we got back to Hogwarts, but I got one early so you can contact me faster. The TM-mail is MR. Lightning bolt, Please send a TM-mail as soon as you get this, so I will know the Order's TM-mail name. This will be useful in case of an emergency or another dream that I probably will have. Don't use it if it isn't anything important. Right now I want to have a little time alone. I haven't written to Ron or Hermione yet, and I don't intend to. I have too much to think about. I'm sure you can understand. There is a letter for Dumbledore to read with this, it should explain everything. Harry.
At around ten o'clock, the letter reached Twelve Grimmauld Place, the head quarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Alistair Moody happened to be the only one in the house when the letter arrived; he in turn passed it on to Albus Dumbledore immediately. Dumbledore took it graciously, a small frown appearing on his face when he read it. Moody was looking at him expectantly.
"Well?" he growled, impatiently, his magical eye rolling around in his socket.
"Gather all the Order members you can find, we shall hold a meeting here in precisely..." he glanced at his watch which, didn't look like a normal watch at all. "Thirty minutes," Moody nodded, a grim expression fixed on his scard face, he turned and walked briskly past the portrait of old Mrs. Black hidden behind a set of musty curtains, his wooden leg making a dull thud as he went. Dumbledore, now alone, unfolded the letter Harry had written for him.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I send this letter in a vague hope that it will excuse my behaviour when we last talked in your office. I hope I didn't cause any permanent damage to your office and hope that you accept my apology. I want to thank you for being there for me and trying to save me from Voldie even if we know it can't be done. You're the closest thing to family I have left almost like a grandfather to me. Professor please can you do your best in not sending Remus on any dangerous missions or in battle, for then I will be really angry with you. Remus is the last thing I have left of my parents, besides you, I will not be happy if he or you dies. I'm not worried about you for I know you can take care of yourself. However, Remus is not you, take care of him while I cannot. I'll take this opportunity, and thank you before hand.
Harry.
Albus took up his wand and began to write a TM-mail.
Harry sat in his room at privet drive thinking about what had happened when he suddenly heard I clear Ding. He jumped up looking for the source of the sound when he suddenly realised what had made the sound he laughed and took up his wand to read it:
From: The old mad man with beard
To: The angry boy who knows better than me
Date: July the 21st
Harry. Thank you for the letter, your apology is accepted even though you have nothing to be sorry for. It is me who should be apologising for not telling you sooner. There are more things you will get to know in the future, but for now, don't worry. We will come and collect you on the 1st of August, as your mother's protection will no longer run through your veins. You need to brace yourself for your birthday for I have a feeling that something will happen. Be Careful. I hope you're well, I promise you that Remus will not go on any future missions or battles if you feel that strongly. I'm proud that you see me as a grandfather figure,
Dumbledore was just about to pick up his wand to check if the TM-mail was right bur precisly when he tuched the wand it sounded a bright Ding from it and he chuckled merrely:
From: the student
To: the headmaster with LONG white beard
Date July The 21st
I'm pleased to hear that Remus will be safe. You but remember only you can send mails if you need or want something I will send mails to you from time to time if its only tot talk or to get information. All other people will just make a fuss about me. I don't like the fact I'm being picked up but I guess there's no point in arguing. Here's an idea. When you come to pick me up I will ask you if you come from the order of the toasted chicken than you will say "No. We come from the order of the roasted chicken." And headmaster, I will not ask questions about my birthday. I will find out in ten days or so, so I'm cool with it.
Harry was just about to look at his homework when he heard a bright Ding coming from his pocket:
From: I collect socks
To: You sneak around the castle at night
Date: July the 21st
Thank you Harry. I have a list of all people in the Order and their TM- mails, including the teachers at the bottom of this mail. Harry, I want you to know I am proud of you, I hope you will be fine and safe till we come and get you. I will be coming to see that you are fine. If you want to I can come alone. A perfect password you came up with I must say; I must use that as my password to my office at some point. The part of "The Order of the roasted chicken" It's great that you have your mind with you Harry. Oh and there will be an owl this afternoon coming to you with some chicken, pies, candy and some other food. Can't have our hero starving.
Albus were just going to the meeting when another Ding stopped him:
From: I knew you knew that
To: how many pairs do you have?
Date July the 21st
Yes, I would like it if you could come alone. I would feel much safer. Glad you liked the password, How did you know that I didn't eat? Oh don't answer that. How did you know that I didn't leave the room? Okay this will be my last letter for today. I believe you will have a meeting soon. Just one question. What does it mean if a person always creeps into your mind, and when you are think of this person you stomach always spins around, your heart is racing and you would throw yourself in front of Voldemort screaming, "Voldie old chap. Fun to see how fucked up you are. Have you told your Death Eaters that you're a halfblood yet? No I didn't think so. Take care Voldie or Tom or Riddle or whatever you are called." I would for this person. I think I know the answer, but I want to have some assurance first.
Harry was surprised to say the least when the Ding sounded again. He had tought that Dumbledore was at another meeting at this time. But never less he took up his wand and looked at the TM-mail
From: I have 325 pairs
To: what do you collect??
Date: July the 21st
I will come alone. I do know that you haven't left the room trough a map quite similar to the map of Hogwarts that you posses. For your question I would say, that is true love, not the love you feel on a crush, or for a friend, but the love that you will always feel, and will never feel for anyone else. Am I right when I say this person is a certain Hermione Granger?
This time the headmaster wasn't surprised that the Ding came. He had awaited it. He took up his wand and had a look at it:
From: I collect Voldemort's curses
To: how do you know everything?
Date July the 21st
Thanks headmaster, and yes, it is Hermione. I wish I knew if she felt the same, though I don't think she does. I think she likes Ron, and I know Ron likes her. Well send an answer and I will send a reply on July the 25th.
Harry heard the ding took up his wand and looked at the last message for a while:
From: I can see it
To: I know how they feel
Date July the 21st
I have always known it would be her. But no, you are wrong when you said she didn't feel something and she likes Mr. Weasley, she doesn't like him. Mr. Weasley does like her though. The act with Mr. Krum was to gain your interest not his. Hope you are well. Till next Time.
Albus laid down his wand and let out a brief sigh in relief and walked into the room behind him. The room was red and golden with flames creaping up the walls. Every member was seated round a oval formed table. Every Order member was seated looking cautiously at him for any kind of sign that there was something wrong.
"As you all know, we are to get Harry after his birthday has passed. On the 1st of August to be exact. No one will contact him till then I, myself am going to get Harry, alone. Remus I am afraid I cannot let you be present on any future missions or battles," Remus's eyes widened in shock and dismay.
"Why? I mean why can't you let me Albus?" he demanded.
"On the request of Harry, he feels he cannot lose the only father figure he has left; you will no longer attend to any dangerous missions or battles that may take place in the near future," Remus nodded sinking down in his chair clearly filled with relief. However, Severus Snape did not seem satisfied with the reason, his greasy black hair jumping round his pallid face as he leaned foreword.
"You mean just because the Potter brat has requested it we will lose some good potential? I will not tolerate it." Dumbledore did not seem surprised by his reaction.
"Severus. How many people has Harry lost since he was born?"
"I believe he has lost his parents, like that whas a loss. James always sticking his nose where it didn't belong and then it whas the Diggory brat and that mutt Black."
"And how many have you lost?" Dumbledore pressed, putting the tips of his fingers together.
"Me?" Snape said sullenly, "I have lost my parents to The Dark Lord. I was sixteen at the time, the same year I joined him"
"You see? Harry has lost more than you have and he isn't even as old as you were when your parents died. So why take his last living family, or the people he considers family, from him?" he said softly, no one said anything, Dumbledore clapped his hands together.
"Then it's decided. Harry will arrived here in eleven days. It will be then that he will be introduced into the Order."
"WHAT!" Mrs. Weasley half shrieked. "Why? He's far too young Dumbledore! He just can't be introduced into the Order."
"She's right you know," Snape said calmly, looking slightly demented at the thought of Harry Potter doing anything of great importance.
"He can and he will. Harry or I, will explain reasons when the day comes. Now if you excuse me, I have to leave," With that Dumbledore left the room ignoring all the protests.