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The Forsaken Child
Harry Potter sat by the window of his room, the smallest bedroom in Number 4, Privet Dr. staring blankly out the window. It had been just about two months since he had foolhardily led the escape party consisting of him, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna to the Ministry to save his Godfather who was supposedly being held there by Voldemort. It had been just about two months since he had gotten his Godfather killed and almost gotten all his dearest friends killed as well.
In the distance he could see a white form gracefully gliding down towards his window. He slowly opened his window to prevent it from creaking too loudly and alerting his family that he had let Hedwig out before darkness. It was Neville's birthday today and he had wanted to send the boy something. A brief smile ghosted over his face as he stroked his companion. Hedwig blinked up at him with a knowing glint in her eyes then hooted reproachfully before launching herself into the air to land on her stand. Sighing Harry stood up and flopped down onto his bed, only to rise when something crunched underneath him. Picking it up he realized it was today's Daily Profit. He would have thrown it away in disgust had he not seen the headlines.
Deatheaters Attack Diagon Alley!
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named makes an attack on the center of Wizard Britain. Pg. 2
Sirius Black: Murderer or Victim?
New information has come to light concerning the recently deceased Sirius Black, supposed mass-murderer. Pg. 4
Two pictures of Sirius lay under the heading. One was the oh so famous one taken of Sirius when he was in Azkaban. A crazy glow lit his eyes, one that made it very easy to believe him to be another insane Deatheater. The other was obviously taken before his imprisonment, most likely before he had even left school. It showed Sirius, James, Lily, Remus and Pettigrew sitting by the lake laughing and talking, their school robes lying forgotten behind them, their feet trailing in the cool waters of the lake. A lump formed in Harry's throat as he stared unblinking at the photos. With the resolution to save the photos no matter what the article said Harry opened to page four.
In the attack of Diagon Alley yesterday (to read more go to page two) Aurors were able to successfully capture nine Deatheaters, two of whom happened to be wildly known from the first war. While these captures were a wonderful occurrence in the fight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, another captured Deatheater baffled the Aurors.
Peter Pettigrew, long thought to be martyr of the First War, believed to have been killed by the notorious mass-murderer Sirius Black shortly after Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter (who happens to be Black's god-son coincidentally) was captured after torturing a family shopping for school supplies for the daughters third year at Hogwarts. The family wishes to remain nameless at this time. (Donations can be sent to the Daily Profit's main building or to St. Mungo's to help with the family's recovery).
While Polyjuice Potion is hard to make and even harder to gain on the market as it is a restricted substance, it is a widely known fact that it is impossible to Polyjuice a dead person. This led to the Aurors immediately transferring Pettigrew to a high security chamber where the questioned him under Veritaserum.
As you all can imagine the Aurors were shocked to find that Peter Pettigrew has not only been alive this entire time but has been a loyal Deatheater since the First War and was instrument in the Revival of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!
After further interrogation it was found that Sirius Black was never a Deatheater, nor did he commit the murders of the thirteen muggles at the end of the First War. In fact Black had been chasing Pettigrew, who was the Secret Keeper for the Potters when they found out He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was after them (to read more about the Potters turn to page five).
Pettigrew confessed to the murders of the muggles. When asked how he was able to flee the scene it was found that he is an unregistered Animagus, having the form of a rat. He lived as a pet rat (to a family that will also remain unnamed at this time) for many years before fleeing to his master's side.
Aurors wondering why this information had not been found in Black's trial found that Black never had a trial to begin with. Further search found that Barty Crouch Sr., who was in charge at the time, forewent the trial and sentenced Black to Azkaban for life.
Black's record has been cleared post-mortem and reparations are going to be made to the Black family along with an official pardon. Additionally a new committee has been formed to clear away such corruption that has allowed for such things to occur.
Your Faithful Reporter,
Esmeralda Choffings
Special Correspondent
Harry fell down against his headboard feeling a rush of emotions course through his body. First came the bitterness. Of course they would pardon him after he died! Their incompetence had deprived him of the chance of a normal childhood and had taken away from him another father. He gritted his teeth against the oncoming flood of tears. At least Pettigrew was going to get what he deserved. The filthy rat. That thought made him smile, albeit bitterly. The Ministry knew he was an Animagus, so they would put him in a higher security cell so he wouldn't be able to escape.
Glancing at the clock next to his bed he realized that it was almost eleven at night. "Happy almost Birthday to me" he muttered, then "I'm so sorry Sirius". Just like that, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Harry Potter collapsed into sobs fifty seven minuets before his sixteenth birthday. Thirteen minuets later he was fast asleep, and for the first time in five years he slept through the moments of midnight of his birthday.
"Hello Harry dear" a familiar voice said. Who was it? He recognized them, but couldn't place it. Actually, he couldn't see them either. "Open your eyes darling" said the same, soothing voice. Oh yeah, he needed to open his eyes before he could see. With that thought in mind he pulled back his eyelids. He was lying in a clearing in the woods. Sunlight bathed the tall grasses and warmed his skin. Something felt funny about his face. "I don't need my glasses!" he gasped. "Of course you don't Harry." Said the voice again. Harry sat up and looked around for the voice.
Sitting behind him was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen. She sat amid the sunbeams and grasses like they had been placed around her to compliment her beauty. Her long hair fell in waves down around her to pool on the bent stems of the grass, its dark burgundy in stark contrast against the pale green. Her ivory skin held no blemish except for the occasional wrinkle caused by smiling. Her eyes were a bright green, the exact color of his own. "Mum?" he whispered his voice breaking as he did so.
She smiled at him, love shining in her eyes. He scrambled up and all but threw himself into her arms, never wanting to let go. "Harry, I've missed you so much, my baby, my Harry" she crooned, clinging to him just as desperately.
Eventually their grips on one another loosened, though they continued to sit close together. It was then that Harry noticed the other things. Lily's pupils were elongated, splitting her irises, similar to those of a cat. They were also a deep violet, but you wouldn't know unless you stood close to her. Her facial structure was too odd to be human. Her cheekbones were raised higher, her lips fuller and her neck too long, thought these things enhanced her beauty rather than subtracting from it. "Mum, what are you?" he breathed, surprised at how blunt his query was.
"I was wondering when you'd notice" she said smiling. "Harry, before I go on, there's something you should know. I was adopted into the Evans family when I was three years old. My adopted mother, Maria Evans had been in an accident shortly after giving birth to Petunia and lost the ability to have children. Because of that when the chance to adopt another child came up, they jumped on it." Harry nodded in understanding, a bit shocked, but not surprised that he wasn't really related to the Dursleys.
"My biological family sent me away for two reasons, one to protect me from harm, and two, because they were unable to care for me. My biological family in from an extremely old magical race, one thought to have gone extinct long ago. It was believed my whole life that I was just an extremely powerful muggleborn witch, but much of my power is from my greatly enhanced magical core. It is also why you as so powerful. The gene that I gave to you is dominant, overriding that human ones. Until you come into your magical inheritance your body is glamouring itself naturally to protect you from nosy people speculating about what you are. You might want to glamour yourself after going through the transformation even still. I suspect the Ministry is still very controlling of magical creatures" at his nod she sighed "some things never change."
"Now, the reason I was sent away was because of my special circumstances. A long time ago a curse had been placed on our race, forcing us to become trapped in a special form, unique to our race. I was different though. In our race we are born in our special forms and are we get older we are able to tae on our human forms. I was born human. At first they thought I was a fluke child, one born without a form, just a normal human; they happen every so often, but I possessed the strain of magic specific to our clan.
"The problem for me was that I was locked in my human form instead of the other way around. After three years they arranged my adoption through one of the fluke children – they're called Sovims – and I grew up first in the muggle world and then in the Wizarding one. It wasn't until I died that I found out what I was –"
Although her mouth continued to move no sound came out. He saw her mouth, I'm sorry, I believe you're waking now, I can't stay any longer. She stood and tried to hug him but her body was fading, becoming first insubstantial, then transparent until she disappeared with a faint pop.
He looked around himself, a bit lost. Suddenly he felt the need to walk out of the clearing in the direction of the sun. After what could have been minuets or hours – he'd been too caught up in his own thoughts to notice – the trees grew thin and he was out of the forest. He was standing on a cliff above a plain. In the distance he could see dragons.
The Dursleys were woken at precisely twelve in the morning on July 31st by a scream. "Boy, quiet your racket!" he bellowed, but when that didn't stop his nephew's screams he got up to physically stop the boy.
The sight that met their eyes would scar them for the rest of their lives. Harry was suspended in the air limply, blood flowing down his body from his eyes and mouth, dripping from his fingers. His skin was so pale it was almost completely white and seemed to glow. Slowly the glow began to ripple and pulsate, as if it was a living creature. Faster and faster it rippled until it grew so great in intensity that it created sound.
As quickly as in had started, it stopped, taking Harry with it.
Quickly Petunia ran to Harry's desk and started writing. "Mum, what are you doing?" Dudley whimpered. "I'm writing to that Headmaster of his, I don't want to be blamed by those – those people if something happens to that boy." With that she stiffly walked over the Hedwig's cage and deftly tied the piece of paper to the bird's leg, then opened the window to let her out, saying "Take this to that Headmaster, bird".
Hedwig glared at the woman before hurrying to get to Number 12 Grimmauld Place where the Order was having a meeting….
The Order of the Phoenix had been discussing the rumor of Voldemort bringing the dragons onto his side when Hedwig flew down to Dumbledore's spot at the head of the table. Hedwig landed regally and held out her leg to him. When he did not move fast enough for her she leaned down and pecked him.
The Order watched with dread as Dumbledore's face went from concerned to grave within a matter of seconds. "I'm sorry dear friends but this meeting must be cut short. Young Harry's life seems to be in danger from an unknown sickness. If Madame Pomfrey, Minerva and Remus could come with me it would be much obliged." Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, who had been listening with an extendable ear froze in horror before retracting the thing as the door opened. Dumbledore took a jump rope from out his robe and extended it to the two women. "Ready? Good. Portus" as he said the spell to activate the portkey Ron and Hermione leapt down from their hiding places and grabbed onto the rope, ignoring the yells from Mrs. Weasely and the twins, intent on helping their friend.
As soon as they landed Hermione and Ron shot up the steps "Forgo the lecture Professors, we're too involved for you to exclude us now" Hermione called ignoring Minerva's shocked gasp at her less than kind words and tone.
The group burst into the room in time to see Harry's bloody body slowly lower from its position in the air so that he could stand on his own. His eyes snapped open, shocking them all, not because he was conscious, though that did shock them, but because his eyes were glowing violet. Turning away from them he held his hand directly in front of him and traced a complex pattern in the air in front of his body, his finger leaving trails of violet for a moment after they moved. The group rushed forward to grab onto him when his image grew fainter, then they were all gone, leaving the Dursley's angered and confused in the Smallest Bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive.
The dragons looked different than any Harry had ever seen, though he knew he'd not seen very many dragons, only little Norberta, the ones from the dreaded Tri-Wizard Tournament and the sketches in his Care of Magical Creatures text. These dragons were sleek things, with long necks and slim bodies. Cartilage starting at the back of their long heads curled like waves down their necks, splitting at its base to broaden out into wings. Their wings were almost completely see through, but were obviously very strong despite their flimsy appearance. Smoke curled out from under one's leathery lips as it tilted its head back and let out a hiccup of flames. He could feel the warmth the flames gave off. It was at that point he noticed that he had wandered into the heart of the crowd of dragons.
He was standing right in front of the dragon when it lowered its mighty head. Hello Luun it rumbled. Harry wondered how it could rumble like that and not hurt his ears when he noticed it was talking to him in his head. The dragons rumbled more as he realized this. Perhaps that was laughter?
What does Luun mean, Great One? He thought.
You're a smart one, aren't you? A Luun is one such as you, a child. Harry took this in for a moment before asking the question that had been in the back of his mind since his mother had faded from his dream.
Where are we? Obviously I'm dreaming, I saw my dead mum, but is this place real? I'd love to live in a place such as this. It's so beautiful and quiet here. The dragon snorted, shooting embers from its nostrils as it did, making Harry jump back to avoid them
This is the Dragon's Forest in The Hidden Realm. It is another world. It is in Romania in the human world. It is a special enclosure hidden from all but the top so called dragon tamers and the Unspeakables. We are the Drathgons, children of both the dragon and human races.
So this is real then? I just magically appeared here in Romania? Because When I want to sleep I was most definitely in Surrey. Harry's eyes widened to a comical degree Does that mean that my mother is still alive? …but why hasn't she taken me away from the Dursleys? He thought to himself.
Little Luun, do not worry over that which is not in your own control. Leave that to your Mazzy and your Gretci, your father and mother. As for you, you are but a phantom, your soul travelling to the place it is needed at the current moment. You were meant to appear here to meet with the Lady Guardian, your Gretci. Now it is time for you to return Luun. You have your destiny to fufill. With that he leaned his head forward and touched his nose to his exposed chest, right at the conjunction of his clavicals and opened his jaw slightly so that flames licked out but surprisingly didn't burn.
Wait, does this mean my mother is alive? You never answered me! Harry mind yelled at the great golden dragon as he dissipated into mist, then nothing. Good luck son of my child.
When the Order members, Ron, Hermione and Harry appeared they found themselves in the rotating room in the Department of Mysteries. Everyone let go of Harry quickly as a surge of magic raced across his skin. With a deft wave of his hand all the doors in the room banged open. Finding the door he needed Harry steeped purposefully through, ignoring their surprised and angry shouts as all the doors closed behind him, leaving them to figure out which he went through.
When they finally found the room their fears were realized, for standing in the Death Room, the room that housed the Veil stood Harry, examining the thing.
"Harry, no!" Hermione screamed as she rushed forward, brushing off the hands of those trying to stop her, but when she reached to grab him she was shoved backwards by some invisible force.
Harry could feel his body, but he couldn't move at all. That is not to say that his body wasn't moving. On the contrary, his body was moving against his will. He watched sadly as his friends and the two people he viewed as grandparents tried to stop him but he could not control his actions. He winced, internally of course, as he blew Hermione halfway across the room. He stepped closer to the gossamer cloth and suddenly was able to move on his own. Instantaneously he felt a magnetic pull drawing him to the Veil. HE suddenly didn't want anything more than to reach forward and pull back the shimmering cloth and explore the secrets hidden there. Leaning in, he lightly drew back the curtain.
They watched in horror as he reached for the Veil and pulled it back. At first nothing happened, but then the Veil began drawing at his magic, causing a golden glow to surround him. Then the boom of magic burst forth from the Veil and they knew no more.
