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*Chapter 1*
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* * * * "Ah, you should never give me weapons to use against you, James." Explained a familiar cold spine chilling voice. "Lily take them and go, now!" Shouted a tall man with jet black untamed hair. (Flash of vivid green)
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"Nooo!!!" Shouted a boy at nearly a whisper. -The same dream again. Who were those people and what do they have to do with me- He thought rapidly.
He crept down the dark corridors, his footsteps echoing off the marble floor, making his way to the kitchen fearing making any noise due to the fact that if his parents found out he was out of his room he would just have to kiss any chance of outside schooling behind.
The light of the fridge illuminated his pale skin revealing a thin scar on his forehead that resembled a lightning bolt, which was partially covered by his jet black raven hair. But the most eye catching part of his face was his deep emerald eyes, which were full of secrets, full of mystery. He was still deep in thought about the people in his dreams.
He grabbed a chilled can of coke, suddenly, sensing the presence of someone behind him, he disappeared with a static charge.
His form reappearing with the same charge behind a strange man in golden embroidered purple and green robes.
"Hello Nathan." No emotion cross this mans old, neglected face but a small smile.
Nathan on the other hand was not so amused, but something about this man told him to trust him. Still "Who are you?" were the only words to escape his lips.
"Straight to the point, reminds me of someone I used to know." The smile fading ever so slightly from his face.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at a school. A school of witchcraft and wizardry..." Albus could not finish his sentence as Nathan had overpowered his light, cheerful voice.
"First you enter my house uninvited, and then you try landing some loony story of wizardry when I ask you who you are!" He paused to catch his breath then he continued his verbal rampage, "What are you? Some escaped psychiatric patient or what?"
"I have been called insane many people, but for your information I happen to be strictly sane."
"O.k. then what are you here about then?" Nathan asked in sarcastic tones.
"I am here to tell you who you are. I just hope you will believe me." Dumbledore replied fairly calmly.
"You really are barmy aren't you? I already know who I am thank you very much I'm Nathan James Hunter." A smug grin crossed the boy's face. But Dumbledore did not see defeat and pushed on, this time using harsher tactics.
"So Nathan James Hunter, tell me why is it you look nothing like your 'parents'?" This last sentence had struck a nerve because the smug grin on the boys face faded quickly.
Thinking fast Nathan came out with a rushed excuse for a question that he had no idea of the answer, "So not everyone looks like their parents." An on-looker would have been able to see that he was trying to convince himself of this as well as Dumbledore.
"Yes, that may be true. But you have nothing in common, at all, with your parents. For example: Both your 'parents' are blondes with blue eyes, while you have black hair with emerald eyes. Also your 'parents' are both remotely short, while you are a lot taller in comparis..."
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!! You've made a strong point. I'm listening. Just don't..." Nathan's voice broke off at a whisper as tears welled-up and fell.
The old man's expression saddened at the result of his extreme tactics. –It had to be done, he wasn't listening, I had to do it. - He thought.
He waited for the boy's silent tears to subside until he continued, "I am truly sorry to do this to you, but this must be done." He paused for a moment and regarded the boy, then he continued, "You are a wizard Nathan. Now don't try and say you are not because you showed me a part of your power earlier."
Nathan was stuck, he didn't know what to say or do. This man was crazy, he had to be. But still he had that same gut feeling that he should trust this man.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why now?" The lad was becoming most distressed.
"Nathan, if I had known you were still alive, you would not have had to grow up here like this."
A gasp shattered the tought atmosphere.
"ALBUS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN OUR HOUSE? DAVID!! Nathan darling don't listen to this strange man. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT OUR SON? ...DAVID!!" Shrieked a lady from the door.
Dumbledore stood and bowed his head in respect, quite calmly.
"I am sorry to intrude into your home but I must tell your...'son' the truth" The man's eyes betraying a hint of utter disgust.
A flash of fear crossed the woman's face.
"DAVID!!" She screamed again, "COME DOWN HERE, FAST!!"
"Jean, what are you shoutin...ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!!"
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The room was pitch black. There were two beds opposite to each other. A figure walked over to one of the beds and woke up the occupant.
"Hermione, I need to speak to you a minute." Asked a boy in baggy jeans and a ruff shirt. He had jet black, raven hair; deep emerald eyes and a thin lighting bolt scar on his head.
"Sure, Harry? What's the matter?" Replied a smooth, brown haired girl. She was expressing a look of confusion and worry, her tiredness totally eradicated.
Harry led Hermione out of her room and into a side room; he then closed the door behind them.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for how I've treated Ron and you lately. Especially you. You don't deserve that. But still you stood by my side all the way... even into the department of mysteries." He paused, then Hermione spoke up.
"Harry it's o.k. you don't need to apologise..." Harry pressed a finger to Hermione's lips, gently, to quieten her.
"Hermione, I've brought you here so I can express my feelings. I have to or I'll brake down." He paused to think of the right words, "Lately I have realised how close we are...you have stood by me through thick and through thin. I thank you for that, but inside I have stronger feelings...o.k. then here goes nothing... Hermione I think I am in love with you."
Hermione stepped back in shock. Then, to Harry's surprise, she flung her arms around him.
When she finally let Harry go, she stepped back a tiny bit, a broad smile draped across her face.
"Harry, you don't know how long I have waited to hear you say that to me?" A tear slowly rolled down Hermione's pale cheek.
This came as a huge shock to Harry. Love was not one of the things he was naturally acquainted with.
Only at this point did he actually realise how small the gap between their bodies was.
Then, for no reason, Harry's deep emerald eye's had become blazing emerald, as if they had ignited into emerald flames. He appeared disorientated, like he was unsure of where he was.
This phase only lasted a few seconds, for as sudden as his eye's had ignited they faded to a pale whitey-green colour.
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"Nathan, can you hear me? Come on wake up, please wake up!" Mrs Hunter cried as she and Albus Dumbledore Kneeled over the boy's unconscious form. Mr Hunter was pacing the kitchen, muttering to himself.
Nathan's eyes were still wide open, but the colour had nearly completely gone. They had changed from deep emerald to a whitey-green colour the moment he had fallen unconscious.
*
Finally he came too an hour later. Mrs Hunter was still crying and Mr Hunter was still pacing (but had stopped muttering when he noticed Nathan had come round).
Dumbledore, mean while, helped Nathan up slowly then seated him on a chair. He then sat down himself.
"Let's continue, shall we?" Nathan asked. This came as a fright to Mr and Mrs Hunter.
Nathan's face appeared pale and he wore the expression of someone that had been disturbed by images they had encountered.
"Albus, I'm warning you. If I told Fudge ..." Mr Hunter said with a start.
"...You would find yourself worse off, David." The older man finished for him. After that Mr Hunter sat down and maintained the silence of defeat.
"Now." Dumbledore said turning back to Nathan, "This is going to be very hard to take in, so I am not going to be shocked if you reacted badly to this news."
Nathan nodded in acknowledgement.
"Your name is not Nathan James Hunter; this is not your family. Nathan you're a wizard; you're from a family of magical people. Your real name is Nathan James Potter; you are one in a set of twins..." Nathan stopped the wise man.
"My twin's name is Harry. He has a very close friend called Hermione, another called Ron. One more suspicion I have now is that my real parents' names are James and Lily. Am I correct?" His voice cold and calculated.
"You are correct in all of your assumptions. I take it that you saw your brother in your unconsciousness. I will do my best to fill you in on the missing information."
"Your only living magic-wielding relative is your brother Harry James Potter. Other than that you have an aunt and uncle that do not use and do not like magic of any kind." The old man paused for a second then asked, "Are you following me so far?"
Nathan nearly fell off his chair from the shock. This man had made the news seem so simple. But he just nodded; his mind was on fire with questions. But he wanted to know what this Dumbledore guy had to say.
"By wizarding law I must reunite you with your twin brother. But I'm not very sure how he will take to the news because he has just suffered a terrible lose." A single tear fell from the man's eye, "He may take this very badly, but I am sure that in time he will accept you."
"Leave! I can't leave. There's too much here. I can't leave!" Nathan shouted in his defence.
"Do tell me of these things. You are not trying to convince me that the bullies who taunt and hit you are these things." A hint of confusion crossed the elders face.
"Wait... why should I believe that magic really exists?...I know(*his tone dropping*)...It's some one that I am very close to." His facial expression dropping.
"Her name is Charlotte...But judging by the images I saw...I'm so confused!" His strong hands brushing through his hair.
"Ah, I take it you don't want to leave because of her?" Nathan nodded at this statement.
"Is her name Granger by any chance?" Nathan's head bolted up to look at the man, "Then you will be glad to hear that you will not leave your good friend after all. Her house is the next stop on our route tonight." The man finished with a smile.
"Really, why? Is she going too?" A grin spreading across his face, "If you don't mind me asking? Where are we going and what will we be doing when we get there?"
"You will learn to harness you ability to wield magic, then you will attend, along with your brother, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of which I am the current headmaster. I will explain your past to you and any other information you need to know about our world" The wise wizard sat content in his chair.
Nathan turned to the adults next to him.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me. You knew but you didn't tell me." His face flashing with anger.
The two adults tried to speak back in their defence, but he raised a hand to stop them.
"I'm going to pack," He turned to the old wise man, "Can you help me. I have a lot of stuff."
The man agreed and they headed off towards his room.
When they entered the small room the most noticeable thing was the red figures of the alarm clock, piercing the darkness.
Nathan turned on the light, flooding the room with light.
Now the room was lit the most eye catching figure was the bookshelf, which only had about twenty centimetres from the ceiling.
A loud thud made Nathan spin on his heels. The source was a trunk which Dumbledore had just conjured out of thin air.
This, for some reason, did not shock the boy in any way. He simply thanked the man, opened the trunk and started packing it.
* * * * "Ah, you should never give me weapons to use against you, James." Explained a familiar cold spine chilling voice. "Lily take them and go, now!" Shouted a tall man with jet black untamed hair. (Flash of vivid green)
* * * * * * * *
"Nooo!!!" Shouted a boy at nearly a whisper. -The same dream again. Who were those people and what do they have to do with me- He thought rapidly.
He crept down the dark corridors, his footsteps echoing off the marble floor, making his way to the kitchen fearing making any noise due to the fact that if his parents found out he was out of his room he would just have to kiss any chance of outside schooling behind.
The light of the fridge illuminated his pale skin revealing a thin scar on his forehead that resembled a lightning bolt, which was partially covered by his jet black raven hair. But the most eye catching part of his face was his deep emerald eyes, which were full of secrets, full of mystery. He was still deep in thought about the people in his dreams.
He grabbed a chilled can of coke, suddenly, sensing the presence of someone behind him, he disappeared with a static charge.
His form reappearing with the same charge behind a strange man in golden embroidered purple and green robes.
"Hello Nathan." No emotion cross this mans old, neglected face but a small smile.
Nathan on the other hand was not so amused, but something about this man told him to trust him. Still "Who are you?" were the only words to escape his lips.
"Straight to the point, reminds me of someone I used to know." The smile fading ever so slightly from his face.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at a school. A school of witchcraft and wizardry..." Albus could not finish his sentence as Nathan had overpowered his light, cheerful voice.
"First you enter my house uninvited, and then you try landing some loony story of wizardry when I ask you who you are!" He paused to catch his breath then he continued his verbal rampage, "What are you? Some escaped psychiatric patient or what?"
"I have been called insane many people, but for your information I happen to be strictly sane."
"O.k. then what are you here about then?" Nathan asked in sarcastic tones.
"I am here to tell you who you are. I just hope you will believe me." Dumbledore replied fairly calmly.
"You really are barmy aren't you? I already know who I am thank you very much I'm Nathan James Hunter." A smug grin crossed the boy's face. But Dumbledore did not see defeat and pushed on, this time using harsher tactics.
"So Nathan James Hunter, tell me why is it you look nothing like your 'parents'?" This last sentence had struck a nerve because the smug grin on the boys face faded quickly.
Thinking fast Nathan came out with a rushed excuse for a question that he had no idea of the answer, "So not everyone looks like their parents." An on-looker would have been able to see that he was trying to convince himself of this as well as Dumbledore.
"Yes, that may be true. But you have nothing in common, at all, with your parents. For example: Both your 'parents' are blondes with blue eyes, while you have black hair with emerald eyes. Also your 'parents' are both remotely short, while you are a lot taller in comparis..."
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!! You've made a strong point. I'm listening. Just don't..." Nathan's voice broke off at a whisper as tears welled-up and fell.
The old man's expression saddened at the result of his extreme tactics. –It had to be done, he wasn't listening, I had to do it. - He thought.
He waited for the boy's silent tears to subside until he continued, "I am truly sorry to do this to you, but this must be done." He paused for a moment and regarded the boy, then he continued, "You are a wizard Nathan. Now don't try and say you are not because you showed me a part of your power earlier."
Nathan was stuck, he didn't know what to say or do. This man was crazy, he had to be. But still he had that same gut feeling that he should trust this man.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why now?" The lad was becoming most distressed.
"Nathan, if I had known you were still alive, you would not have had to grow up here like this."
A gasp shattered the tought atmosphere.
"ALBUS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN OUR HOUSE? DAVID!! Nathan darling don't listen to this strange man. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT OUR SON? ...DAVID!!" Shrieked a lady from the door.
Dumbledore stood and bowed his head in respect, quite calmly.
"I am sorry to intrude into your home but I must tell your...'son' the truth" The man's eyes betraying a hint of utter disgust.
A flash of fear crossed the woman's face.
"DAVID!!" She screamed again, "COME DOWN HERE, FAST!!"
"Jean, what are you shoutin...ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!!"
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The room was pitch black. There were two beds opposite to each other. A figure walked over to one of the beds and woke up the occupant.
"Hermione, I need to speak to you a minute." Asked a boy in baggy jeans and a ruff shirt. He had jet black, raven hair; deep emerald eyes and a thin lighting bolt scar on his head.
"Sure, Harry? What's the matter?" Replied a smooth, brown haired girl. She was expressing a look of confusion and worry, her tiredness totally eradicated.
Harry led Hermione out of her room and into a side room; he then closed the door behind them.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for how I've treated Ron and you lately. Especially you. You don't deserve that. But still you stood by my side all the way... even into the department of mysteries." He paused, then Hermione spoke up.
"Harry it's o.k. you don't need to apologise..." Harry pressed a finger to Hermione's lips, gently, to quieten her.
"Hermione, I've brought you here so I can express my feelings. I have to or I'll brake down." He paused to think of the right words, "Lately I have realised how close we are...you have stood by me through thick and through thin. I thank you for that, but inside I have stronger feelings...o.k. then here goes nothing... Hermione I think I am in love with you."
Hermione stepped back in shock. Then, to Harry's surprise, she flung her arms around him.
When she finally let Harry go, she stepped back a tiny bit, a broad smile draped across her face.
"Harry, you don't know how long I have waited to hear you say that to me?" A tear slowly rolled down Hermione's pale cheek.
This came as a huge shock to Harry. Love was not one of the things he was naturally acquainted with.
Only at this point did he actually realise how small the gap between their bodies was.
Then, for no reason, Harry's deep emerald eye's had become blazing emerald, as if they had ignited into emerald flames. He appeared disorientated, like he was unsure of where he was.
This phase only lasted a few seconds, for as sudden as his eye's had ignited they faded to a pale whitey-green colour.
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"Nathan, can you hear me? Come on wake up, please wake up!" Mrs Hunter cried as she and Albus Dumbledore Kneeled over the boy's unconscious form. Mr Hunter was pacing the kitchen, muttering to himself.
Nathan's eyes were still wide open, but the colour had nearly completely gone. They had changed from deep emerald to a whitey-green colour the moment he had fallen unconscious.
*
Finally he came too an hour later. Mrs Hunter was still crying and Mr Hunter was still pacing (but had stopped muttering when he noticed Nathan had come round).
Dumbledore, mean while, helped Nathan up slowly then seated him on a chair. He then sat down himself.
"Let's continue, shall we?" Nathan asked. This came as a fright to Mr and Mrs Hunter.
Nathan's face appeared pale and he wore the expression of someone that had been disturbed by images they had encountered.
"Albus, I'm warning you. If I told Fudge ..." Mr Hunter said with a start.
"...You would find yourself worse off, David." The older man finished for him. After that Mr Hunter sat down and maintained the silence of defeat.
"Now." Dumbledore said turning back to Nathan, "This is going to be very hard to take in, so I am not going to be shocked if you reacted badly to this news."
Nathan nodded in acknowledgement.
"Your name is not Nathan James Hunter; this is not your family. Nathan you're a wizard; you're from a family of magical people. Your real name is Nathan James Potter; you are one in a set of twins..." Nathan stopped the wise man.
"My twin's name is Harry. He has a very close friend called Hermione, another called Ron. One more suspicion I have now is that my real parents' names are James and Lily. Am I correct?" His voice cold and calculated.
"You are correct in all of your assumptions. I take it that you saw your brother in your unconsciousness. I will do my best to fill you in on the missing information."
"Your only living magic-wielding relative is your brother Harry James Potter. Other than that you have an aunt and uncle that do not use and do not like magic of any kind." The old man paused for a second then asked, "Are you following me so far?"
Nathan nearly fell off his chair from the shock. This man had made the news seem so simple. But he just nodded; his mind was on fire with questions. But he wanted to know what this Dumbledore guy had to say.
"By wizarding law I must reunite you with your twin brother. But I'm not very sure how he will take to the news because he has just suffered a terrible lose." A single tear fell from the man's eye, "He may take this very badly, but I am sure that in time he will accept you."
"Leave! I can't leave. There's too much here. I can't leave!" Nathan shouted in his defence.
"Do tell me of these things. You are not trying to convince me that the bullies who taunt and hit you are these things." A hint of confusion crossed the elders face.
"Wait... why should I believe that magic really exists?...I know(*his tone dropping*)...It's some one that I am very close to." His facial expression dropping.
"Her name is Charlotte...But judging by the images I saw...I'm so confused!" His strong hands brushing through his hair.
"Ah, I take it you don't want to leave because of her?" Nathan nodded at this statement.
"Is her name Granger by any chance?" Nathan's head bolted up to look at the man, "Then you will be glad to hear that you will not leave your good friend after all. Her house is the next stop on our route tonight." The man finished with a smile.
"Really, why? Is she going too?" A grin spreading across his face, "If you don't mind me asking? Where are we going and what will we be doing when we get there?"
"You will learn to harness you ability to wield magic, then you will attend, along with your brother, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of which I am the current headmaster. I will explain your past to you and any other information you need to know about our world" The wise wizard sat content in his chair.
Nathan turned to the adults next to him.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me. You knew but you didn't tell me." His face flashing with anger.
The two adults tried to speak back in their defence, but he raised a hand to stop them.
"I'm going to pack," He turned to the old wise man, "Can you help me. I have a lot of stuff."
The man agreed and they headed off towards his room.
When they entered the small room the most noticeable thing was the red figures of the alarm clock, piercing the darkness.
Nathan turned on the light, flooding the room with light.
Now the room was lit the most eye catching figure was the bookshelf, which only had about twenty centimetres from the ceiling.
A loud thud made Nathan spin on his heels. The source was a trunk which Dumbledore had just conjured out of thin air.
This, for some reason, did not shock the boy in any way. He simply thanked the man, opened the trunk and started packing it.