Suspicion
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Summery: Harry is one of the top agents at the Order of Pheonix. Years of difficulties have turned him into a dark, boding, pessimist, and terribly alone. He has now been assigned to protect a special Gryffindor student with a past a dark as Voldemort's himself Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Harry Potter books...yadi, yadi...Can we get to the story now? A/N: Yeah, I know I haven't finished Ashes yet, but this has been nagging at me for a while, so I decided to hell with it, and wrote it. I will be finishing both (I hope this one works at least). Ah, and the fourth chapter for Ashes is halfway done. Expect it by the end of the week.
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now my suspicion's on the rise
I have known, I have known your kind.
please don't talk, don't make me think
order up another drink
let me let imagination drive.
can't you see
I need
nothing too deep.
imagination
come alive
suspicion
tonight, I'll dream tonight.
REM-Suspicion
'
11 Years after Hogwarts
'
Harry sighed as he swept towards Boz's office. He had been called out of his vacation, again. Not that he had been anywhere, but it had been the first vacation he had had in nearly a year and a half, and, of course, just as Harry was settling down for two weeks of rest, he was called in for 'Urgent Business'.
Harry couldn't help but mutter "Typical" as he stopped in front of Boz's door. A "Come in" sounded from behind the door, and Harry opened it and walked in, wincing at the loud creak.
"You called?" Harry asked taking a seat as his eyes wandered to Boz, who was rummaging through the deep closet.
"Of course I did! How was your vacation?" Boz asked, turning around with a wolfish grin on his face. Harry scowled. Boz had always been odd, even for a wizard. He reminded Harry of Albus Dumbledore at times. It always seems that the odd ones were the most clever and powerful. Harry blinked and answered.
"My vacation was quite wonderful thank you. I got to go home after three weeks of practically no sleep in albania, grab a bag of chips, sit down of my couch and close my eyes for a second! I believe that was a second longer than the last time!" Harry said sarcastically. Boz shrugged.
"I knew you would come after you heard that it was the Boss' call. It seems that old Voldie is up to his evil deeds again...Turns out that he had a child a while back, and the kid was only found recently..." Harry met Boz's gaze with a disgusted look.
"You mean that someone actually...procreated with him?! I'm sorry but that is just downright disgusting. I feel sorry for the woman who had such low morals and prospects that she would have sex with someone as ugly and evil as him." Boz shook his head slightly.
"He didn't create his heir naturally. Certain dark spells, it seems, can get the same results. When old Voldemort was brought back, he got busy. Set a whole group of Death Eaters to get everything right. In 1998, a group of aurors managed to ambush their laboratory and found the child. After thoroughly checking him, he was released to a wizard orphanage, where he remained for eight years until he was accepted into Hogwarts. The kid doesn't know anything about his past, or the interesting after affects of the spell..." Harry was now exceptionally curious as to what this aftereffect would be. Apparently, it was not a good thing
"Well, in theory, it is supposed to create a mage-like wizard who has every dark spell at his dispense." Harry gaped at him. "But these powers wouldn't be tapped into until Voldie throws the switch, which involves him hitting his 'son' with the catalyst curse. While most of us would prefer to have the child removed, it has become apparent to us that the child can be of use to the light side. Your job is to keep Voldemort from getting to the boy before we find out a way to use him to our advantage."
Harry was used to the manipulations of the Ministry. It was a dark time, and anything that can be used to help the side of light must be used, no matter the consequences. If it meant helping the war come to its conclusion, then so be it.
"What do I have to do?"
"You will be going to Hogwarts as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Boz said handing Harry a manila folder, a necklace with a silver cross, a pocket watch, and small pocket mirror. "Everything you need to know in order to properly protect the boy is in the folder. The necklace is of course your disguise, the watch is a normal wizard equipped one, but with registering your ID by whispering 'Beam me up Scotty' it will show the location of the boy at all times." Boz looked proud about the password he had set for the watch. Harry sighed inwardly at his muggleborn bosses antics.
"And the mirror?" Harry asked growing impatient.
"A new type of Foe Glass that shows both whether his enemies are close, and yours." Harry nodded.
"Anything else?"
"Other than good luck on your mission and I hope to see you again?" Harry looked slightly confused at this.
"Are you really that worried about Voldemort?" Boz smiled mischievously as he walked to the door with his hand resting on Harry's back.
"No, I'm worried about what will be left of you after you have to deal with over three hundred teenagers for year." He then pushed Harry out of his office and whispered a quick "Good Luck" and slammed the door.
Harry was truly beginning to wonder about whether his career choice was a correct one.
He flipped open the manila folder that held the kid's information. Timothy Fairfeild. Glancing at the picture he memorized Timothy's face for future reference and then flipped to the information on his teaching job. His alias was Michael Sage Basil. He rolled his eyes at the usual odd name and turned to his lesson plans and schedules (that had been thankfully made up for him in advance).
Gaping at his schedule he suddenly had a whole new respect for his former professors.
The next year was going to be hell.
'
Harry rapped on the door of the Headmistress' office truly wondering what he had gotten himself into. He had put on the necklace before he had apparated to Hogwarts and now looked like he was in his mid-thirties with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was slightly taller, around six foot, and had a lean, yet muscular build. His scar was still on his forehead, but now was just a shade off and easily covered my muggle makeup.
Harry sometimes thought that the fake disguises often looked better than his own identity. Rolling his eyes he entered the office when he heard a muffled
"Come In." Harry opened the door and stepped into the office.
The last time he had been in the room it had been filled with mismatched magical items of every type. Now it looked quite plain in comparison. Everything was organized and there were many more muggle items than magical. Harry turned back to the Headmistress's desk.
She was sitting there calm as day with an odd quirky smile on her face drinking tea from a muggle mug. Harry was beginning to wonder if every Headmaster who worked at Hogwarts eventually went a little nutty. Even Hermione couldn't hold out against it. Yes, Hermione was the Headmistress.
After many years as Headmaster, the now exceptionally old Albus Dumbledore had retired so as to focus more of his attention on the Order. Hermione, who had been working as the Ancient Ruins professor since she graduated was placed in the position by Dumbledore.
Harry had never come to trust the Order as his friends had. Due to many unforeseen events, Harry's trust in the secretive foundation disappeared, and eventually a great argument separated him from his friends. He went freelance for a while, until one day he was abducted to the Department of Mysteries and given the choice to be an Unspeakable. He hadn't looked back since.
"Hello Mr. Basil, and welcome to Hogwarts." Hermione said leaning forward to put her mug down on the antique mahogany table and then standing to shake his hand. "You have come with great recommendation, and passed the exam with a near perfect score." Harry inwardly frowned. Near perfect? He made note to see the corrected exam later. "I do hope that you have your lesson plans ready, for after all of this red tape, it seems that today is the last day before the students come." Harry acknowledged that he had his lesson plans ready. "Now, I'll show you to your quarters and then have a little tour around so that you don't get lost." Harry simply nodded while Hermione continued on showing him the way to his new residence.
'
Harry peered at the crowds of students, now all sitting at their proper tables looking for Timothy Fairfield. He hadn't been able to read the entire paper on him, what with all the red tape and getting ready for the new year. Unfortunately he hadn't thought of looking at which house he was in.
Harry immediately started studying the Slytherins. Where better to put a man made creation of Voldemort than in his own house? He looked and looked, but it appeared that the child was not present. He continued on to the Ravenclaw table with no luck and even through the Hufflepuffs. He was starting to wonder if he memorized the wrong picture as he started onto the Gryffindor table. There was no way that Slytherins 'heir' could be a Gryffindor! And then he spotted him.
Slytherins 'heir', Voldemorts son, the child who could grow up to be the most powerful dark person/thing ever was a Gryffindor.
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A/N: I have finally returned and updated this fic. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I couldn't stand the way it was before, so I decided to give it a revamp. Maybe I'll add more to it later. Look for the second chapter's revamp also!
-Hugh McDougal
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Summery: Harry is one of the top agents at the Order of Pheonix. Years of difficulties have turned him into a dark, boding, pessimist, and terribly alone. He has now been assigned to protect a special Gryffindor student with a past a dark as Voldemort's himself Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Harry Potter books...yadi, yadi...Can we get to the story now? A/N: Yeah, I know I haven't finished Ashes yet, but this has been nagging at me for a while, so I decided to hell with it, and wrote it. I will be finishing both (I hope this one works at least). Ah, and the fourth chapter for Ashes is halfway done. Expect it by the end of the week.
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now my suspicion's on the rise
I have known, I have known your kind.
please don't talk, don't make me think
order up another drink
let me let imagination drive.
can't you see
I need
nothing too deep.
imagination
come alive
suspicion
tonight, I'll dream tonight.
REM-Suspicion
'
11 Years after Hogwarts
'
Harry sighed as he swept towards Boz's office. He had been called out of his vacation, again. Not that he had been anywhere, but it had been the first vacation he had had in nearly a year and a half, and, of course, just as Harry was settling down for two weeks of rest, he was called in for 'Urgent Business'.
Harry couldn't help but mutter "Typical" as he stopped in front of Boz's door. A "Come in" sounded from behind the door, and Harry opened it and walked in, wincing at the loud creak.
"You called?" Harry asked taking a seat as his eyes wandered to Boz, who was rummaging through the deep closet.
"Of course I did! How was your vacation?" Boz asked, turning around with a wolfish grin on his face. Harry scowled. Boz had always been odd, even for a wizard. He reminded Harry of Albus Dumbledore at times. It always seems that the odd ones were the most clever and powerful. Harry blinked and answered.
"My vacation was quite wonderful thank you. I got to go home after three weeks of practically no sleep in albania, grab a bag of chips, sit down of my couch and close my eyes for a second! I believe that was a second longer than the last time!" Harry said sarcastically. Boz shrugged.
"I knew you would come after you heard that it was the Boss' call. It seems that old Voldie is up to his evil deeds again...Turns out that he had a child a while back, and the kid was only found recently..." Harry met Boz's gaze with a disgusted look.
"You mean that someone actually...procreated with him?! I'm sorry but that is just downright disgusting. I feel sorry for the woman who had such low morals and prospects that she would have sex with someone as ugly and evil as him." Boz shook his head slightly.
"He didn't create his heir naturally. Certain dark spells, it seems, can get the same results. When old Voldemort was brought back, he got busy. Set a whole group of Death Eaters to get everything right. In 1998, a group of aurors managed to ambush their laboratory and found the child. After thoroughly checking him, he was released to a wizard orphanage, where he remained for eight years until he was accepted into Hogwarts. The kid doesn't know anything about his past, or the interesting after affects of the spell..." Harry was now exceptionally curious as to what this aftereffect would be. Apparently, it was not a good thing
"Well, in theory, it is supposed to create a mage-like wizard who has every dark spell at his dispense." Harry gaped at him. "But these powers wouldn't be tapped into until Voldie throws the switch, which involves him hitting his 'son' with the catalyst curse. While most of us would prefer to have the child removed, it has become apparent to us that the child can be of use to the light side. Your job is to keep Voldemort from getting to the boy before we find out a way to use him to our advantage."
Harry was used to the manipulations of the Ministry. It was a dark time, and anything that can be used to help the side of light must be used, no matter the consequences. If it meant helping the war come to its conclusion, then so be it.
"What do I have to do?"
"You will be going to Hogwarts as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Boz said handing Harry a manila folder, a necklace with a silver cross, a pocket watch, and small pocket mirror. "Everything you need to know in order to properly protect the boy is in the folder. The necklace is of course your disguise, the watch is a normal wizard equipped one, but with registering your ID by whispering 'Beam me up Scotty' it will show the location of the boy at all times." Boz looked proud about the password he had set for the watch. Harry sighed inwardly at his muggleborn bosses antics.
"And the mirror?" Harry asked growing impatient.
"A new type of Foe Glass that shows both whether his enemies are close, and yours." Harry nodded.
"Anything else?"
"Other than good luck on your mission and I hope to see you again?" Harry looked slightly confused at this.
"Are you really that worried about Voldemort?" Boz smiled mischievously as he walked to the door with his hand resting on Harry's back.
"No, I'm worried about what will be left of you after you have to deal with over three hundred teenagers for year." He then pushed Harry out of his office and whispered a quick "Good Luck" and slammed the door.
Harry was truly beginning to wonder about whether his career choice was a correct one.
He flipped open the manila folder that held the kid's information. Timothy Fairfeild. Glancing at the picture he memorized Timothy's face for future reference and then flipped to the information on his teaching job. His alias was Michael Sage Basil. He rolled his eyes at the usual odd name and turned to his lesson plans and schedules (that had been thankfully made up for him in advance).
Gaping at his schedule he suddenly had a whole new respect for his former professors.
The next year was going to be hell.
'
Harry rapped on the door of the Headmistress' office truly wondering what he had gotten himself into. He had put on the necklace before he had apparated to Hogwarts and now looked like he was in his mid-thirties with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was slightly taller, around six foot, and had a lean, yet muscular build. His scar was still on his forehead, but now was just a shade off and easily covered my muggle makeup.
Harry sometimes thought that the fake disguises often looked better than his own identity. Rolling his eyes he entered the office when he heard a muffled
"Come In." Harry opened the door and stepped into the office.
The last time he had been in the room it had been filled with mismatched magical items of every type. Now it looked quite plain in comparison. Everything was organized and there were many more muggle items than magical. Harry turned back to the Headmistress's desk.
She was sitting there calm as day with an odd quirky smile on her face drinking tea from a muggle mug. Harry was beginning to wonder if every Headmaster who worked at Hogwarts eventually went a little nutty. Even Hermione couldn't hold out against it. Yes, Hermione was the Headmistress.
After many years as Headmaster, the now exceptionally old Albus Dumbledore had retired so as to focus more of his attention on the Order. Hermione, who had been working as the Ancient Ruins professor since she graduated was placed in the position by Dumbledore.
Harry had never come to trust the Order as his friends had. Due to many unforeseen events, Harry's trust in the secretive foundation disappeared, and eventually a great argument separated him from his friends. He went freelance for a while, until one day he was abducted to the Department of Mysteries and given the choice to be an Unspeakable. He hadn't looked back since.
"Hello Mr. Basil, and welcome to Hogwarts." Hermione said leaning forward to put her mug down on the antique mahogany table and then standing to shake his hand. "You have come with great recommendation, and passed the exam with a near perfect score." Harry inwardly frowned. Near perfect? He made note to see the corrected exam later. "I do hope that you have your lesson plans ready, for after all of this red tape, it seems that today is the last day before the students come." Harry acknowledged that he had his lesson plans ready. "Now, I'll show you to your quarters and then have a little tour around so that you don't get lost." Harry simply nodded while Hermione continued on showing him the way to his new residence.
'
Harry peered at the crowds of students, now all sitting at their proper tables looking for Timothy Fairfield. He hadn't been able to read the entire paper on him, what with all the red tape and getting ready for the new year. Unfortunately he hadn't thought of looking at which house he was in.
Harry immediately started studying the Slytherins. Where better to put a man made creation of Voldemort than in his own house? He looked and looked, but it appeared that the child was not present. He continued on to the Ravenclaw table with no luck and even through the Hufflepuffs. He was starting to wonder if he memorized the wrong picture as he started onto the Gryffindor table. There was no way that Slytherins 'heir' could be a Gryffindor! And then he spotted him.
Slytherins 'heir', Voldemorts son, the child who could grow up to be the most powerful dark person/thing ever was a Gryffindor.
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A/N: I have finally returned and updated this fic. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I couldn't stand the way it was before, so I decided to give it a revamp. Maybe I'll add more to it later. Look for the second chapter's revamp also!
-Hugh McDougal