* Truth, kept Secret*
We have all heard that 'truth can be painful', but what if that truth is really as
painful as keeper of the secret had thought? What if the worst mistake you had ever
made was to keep that secret? It is always easier to tell a lie then it is to speak the
truth. But what if the truth was something that had to come out sometime, and when it
finally came out it was taken the wrong way? As everyone says 'truth can be painful'.
Prolouge
Harry Potter sat at the door step of #4 Privet Drive watching all the kids and parents
playing around. The Dursleys had surprisingly left him alone for the day while they
went to Marge Dursley's house. Since Harry couldn't stand Marge there was no way
that they could make him come with them. After much fighting and Harry threatening
to call Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody, they had finally given up. Partly because they
were afraid of the mad eye wizard and since Harry told them Remus was a werewolf,
they were afraid of him too. Though Moody and Remus would do nothing to hurt the
Dursleys, Harry didn't think that making them believe they would be hexed was a bad thing.
"Wallowing in self pitty, Potter?" Harry jumped, startled he turned his head. There next to him sat none other then Alastor Moody.
Harry relaxed. " No, I was just thinking how peaceful it was without the Dursleys."
"Oh really." When Harry looked up at him, Moody did not say anything.
After a couple of minutes passed Harry looked up at him again.
"Professor, what are you doing here?" "Potter, the name is either Mr. Moody, Mad-Eye-Moody, or Alastor. I did not make such a good professor. Anyway, I'm here as protection. We can't just let you live in this house alone and unprotected."
"But I thought the house was protected." Harry said.
"It is, when you're inside." Moody said pointedly. Harry looked down. Guess he didn't think of that.
"Will I be going back before school starts?"
"Not for a while, but we'll come pick you up in about two weeks." "Where are we staying?" "Same place as last year."
"But." But was all Harry managed to say before Moody shot him a warning glance. Harry wondered if that eye of his could read thoughts as well as see through invisibility cloaks. "As I was saying. I'm not going back there." Harry said.
"Why?" The Auror growled. Harry fidgited without meaning to. He felt Moody's eyes boring at the back of his head. Harry shrugged. "I don't want the memories." "Bah!" Harry looked sharply at him.
"Potter memories are just that, memories. Some you have to cherish some you just can't wait to forget. But we have to put the past behind us." Harry couldn't take his eyes of the Auror, thousand and one thoughts were running through his head. He knew that the past is the past and you can't change it, but he just couldn't bring himself to believe that.
"Mr. Moody I don't think I can face that place again. There are too many memories in that house and if I saw that family I don't know what I would do." "Potter there is nothing you could do."
"Don't be so sure." Harry muttered under his breath. Moody, who was listening to him carefully turned and stepped in front of him sharply. "Repeat that again Potter." Harry knew an order when he was given one. He still looked up at the former professor, face expressionless. "Potter."
"I said 'don't be so sure'." "Why is that?" Moody said slowly. "I never told anyone, but ever since we parted from Platform 9 3/4 strange things have been happening." "What kind of things?"
"Like static electricity in everything I touch, finding myself floating three feet off the ground when I wake up. Sometimes when I don't want to do something or don't have enough time to do it, it gets finished by itself. One night I was late mowing the grass and when I came in the Dursleys left me with a sink full of dishes, I thought that that was cruel of them and I didn't think that I had time to eat and wash the dishes before my aunt came and snatched the food away, so in a blink of an eye all of it was gone. The dishes were washed and put away. Then there's this incident. One day I was walking down the stairs and wasn't watching where I was going. My aunt's favorite vase was on the table next to the stairs and the cuboard, and since I wasn't watching where I was going I ran straight into the table knocking the vase down. I knew that I would be in trouble when my aunt came home from shopping. I even thought using 'repero' to fix it but all I did was think the word and the vase repaired itself. That's about all that happened." Harry had told him everything that had happened, but he was careful that he did not spill out that he had acquired the use of fire and water and was very good at weilding its power.
"Potter, that is some story. I do not know what to do or say, but I will speak to Dumbledore about it." Moody said. Harry had noticed the tightness of his voice when he forced his words out. Harry hadn't mentioned that he could read emotions either. Before Moody could say good-bye and leave, he turned to Harry. When he spoke there was warning in his voice.
"Potter, send us an owl as soon as you feel the strangeness again. We cannot have you running loose with that stuck to you." "With what stuck to me?" Harry asked.
"Just be careful Potter. We do not need another incident now do we?" Moody said and disappeared with a 'pop' Harry sighed and went back into the house.
We have all heard that 'truth can be painful', but what if that truth is really as
painful as keeper of the secret had thought? What if the worst mistake you had ever
made was to keep that secret? It is always easier to tell a lie then it is to speak the
truth. But what if the truth was something that had to come out sometime, and when it
finally came out it was taken the wrong way? As everyone says 'truth can be painful'.
Prolouge
Harry Potter sat at the door step of #4 Privet Drive watching all the kids and parents
playing around. The Dursleys had surprisingly left him alone for the day while they
went to Marge Dursley's house. Since Harry couldn't stand Marge there was no way
that they could make him come with them. After much fighting and Harry threatening
to call Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody, they had finally given up. Partly because they
were afraid of the mad eye wizard and since Harry told them Remus was a werewolf,
they were afraid of him too. Though Moody and Remus would do nothing to hurt the
Dursleys, Harry didn't think that making them believe they would be hexed was a bad thing.
"Wallowing in self pitty, Potter?" Harry jumped, startled he turned his head. There next to him sat none other then Alastor Moody.
Harry relaxed. " No, I was just thinking how peaceful it was without the Dursleys."
"Oh really." When Harry looked up at him, Moody did not say anything.
After a couple of minutes passed Harry looked up at him again.
"Professor, what are you doing here?" "Potter, the name is either Mr. Moody, Mad-Eye-Moody, or Alastor. I did not make such a good professor. Anyway, I'm here as protection. We can't just let you live in this house alone and unprotected."
"But I thought the house was protected." Harry said.
"It is, when you're inside." Moody said pointedly. Harry looked down. Guess he didn't think of that.
"Will I be going back before school starts?"
"Not for a while, but we'll come pick you up in about two weeks." "Where are we staying?" "Same place as last year."
"But." But was all Harry managed to say before Moody shot him a warning glance. Harry wondered if that eye of his could read thoughts as well as see through invisibility cloaks. "As I was saying. I'm not going back there." Harry said.
"Why?" The Auror growled. Harry fidgited without meaning to. He felt Moody's eyes boring at the back of his head. Harry shrugged. "I don't want the memories." "Bah!" Harry looked sharply at him.
"Potter memories are just that, memories. Some you have to cherish some you just can't wait to forget. But we have to put the past behind us." Harry couldn't take his eyes of the Auror, thousand and one thoughts were running through his head. He knew that the past is the past and you can't change it, but he just couldn't bring himself to believe that.
"Mr. Moody I don't think I can face that place again. There are too many memories in that house and if I saw that family I don't know what I would do." "Potter there is nothing you could do."
"Don't be so sure." Harry muttered under his breath. Moody, who was listening to him carefully turned and stepped in front of him sharply. "Repeat that again Potter." Harry knew an order when he was given one. He still looked up at the former professor, face expressionless. "Potter."
"I said 'don't be so sure'." "Why is that?" Moody said slowly. "I never told anyone, but ever since we parted from Platform 9 3/4 strange things have been happening." "What kind of things?"
"Like static electricity in everything I touch, finding myself floating three feet off the ground when I wake up. Sometimes when I don't want to do something or don't have enough time to do it, it gets finished by itself. One night I was late mowing the grass and when I came in the Dursleys left me with a sink full of dishes, I thought that that was cruel of them and I didn't think that I had time to eat and wash the dishes before my aunt came and snatched the food away, so in a blink of an eye all of it was gone. The dishes were washed and put away. Then there's this incident. One day I was walking down the stairs and wasn't watching where I was going. My aunt's favorite vase was on the table next to the stairs and the cuboard, and since I wasn't watching where I was going I ran straight into the table knocking the vase down. I knew that I would be in trouble when my aunt came home from shopping. I even thought using 'repero' to fix it but all I did was think the word and the vase repaired itself. That's about all that happened." Harry had told him everything that had happened, but he was careful that he did not spill out that he had acquired the use of fire and water and was very good at weilding its power.
"Potter, that is some story. I do not know what to do or say, but I will speak to Dumbledore about it." Moody said. Harry had noticed the tightness of his voice when he forced his words out. Harry hadn't mentioned that he could read emotions either. Before Moody could say good-bye and leave, he turned to Harry. When he spoke there was warning in his voice.
"Potter, send us an owl as soon as you feel the strangeness again. We cannot have you running loose with that stuck to you." "With what stuck to me?" Harry asked.
"Just be careful Potter. We do not need another incident now do we?" Moody said and disappeared with a 'pop' Harry sighed and went back into the house.