Harry Potter and the True Muggles

By Trephinia Cealyn

Chapter 2 | Explanations

"I suppose I should have told you this earlier Harry." Dumbledore said apologetically. "I wasn't sure if you could handle it. To be truthful I doubted it. You've stood up to Voldemort countless times but this, this, secret I guess you could call it was greater than any of that put together." Dumbledore paused and muttered under his breath. "One of your three children is the heir of Voldemort." He said bluntly. Harry grimaced but he didn't move, "And for right now that child is Tom." Dumbledore continued.

"What-" Draco started to interrupt but Dumbledore held up a hand for silence. "Let me explain and then you can all ask questions." Dumbledore said sternly, "Exactly a year ago Draco stopped at a dingy old bar on his way to the Weasley's. There he met a man named Pilf. Well he met something named Pilf. Anyway this Pilf gave Draco a potion, which was supposedly pumpkin juice. Draco drank it all down in one gulp. Which was what Pilf was hoping for."

"The potion was designed to affect Harry Potter and Harry Potter only. Somehow when Wormtail was making it he made a mistake and it affected Harry, Draco, and Landrak. The worst thing was that it made for Harry to have three children instead of one. Now the power is split between his three children. For now Tom is the dominant one. Next year it could be Lily or Kalten, or even, Talon although it's highly unlikely."

"There are things we can do to subdue the power until they get to Hogwarts where they will be properly trained, or we can increase the power. Increasing the power would drain more of Voldemort's energy and if we increased it enough... he would die or become less than a squib."

"Now this potion that Voldemort used is very specific, if Tom or one of the other children hasn't found what he/she wants and needs by age 15 he/she will assume the role of Voldemort."

"If he has found what he wants he will assume the role of Voldemort half-heartedly until that thing he wants and needs, most likely a person, comes and finds him and sets him on the right path."

"Any questions?" He looked at them inquiringly. Ginny was staring openmouthed in horror at little Tom.

"I think we should subdue their power." Harry said blandly, "If we shove all of Voldemort's power into my children then they could very well cease to exsist."

"Good choice Harry." Dumbledore said proudly. "I'll need to have all of the children here by next Saturday."

Hermione waited impatiently by the door. After what seemed like hours Harry came home looking rather grim.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked pouncing on Harry. "By the look on your face I'd say something bad!" She looked triumphant, "I knew it! It's one of Voldemort's creatures."

"No Hermione," Harry said firmly, "It's nothing like that. Flute and Talon have the little buggers to."

"Oh dear!" Hermione's hands went up to her face, "That's not good because..." She pulled him into the living room. "Lily and Kalten have one too."

"That means that Cecilia might have one," Harry rushed out the door with Tom still in his arms.

A shriek.

A clatter.

A baby crying.

"What happened?" Landrak yelled in an angry voice. He had just dropped his lunch, all over his pants. "Why'd you scream?" He said poking his head into the room.

"Well it's nothing really," Talia, said offhandedly, "I was just taken off guard."

"Why don't I believe you?" Landrak came closer and peered into his daughters crib carefully, "Aaaahhh!" he screamed. "What is that?"

"It looks like a dust mite to me." Talia scooped it into her hand despite loud protests from her daughter. "How cute!"

"Put that down." Landrak cowered in a chair.

"Sometimes I wonder why you and Hermione aren't together," Harry laughed, "She had the same reaction."

"Ah, Harry." Talia said smiling at his remark, "Have you seen these little furries yet?"

"Interesting, Dumbledore said the same thing." Harry commented, "Anyway, yes I have my three children have one." He continued, "If you go to Hogwarts Saturday Dumbledore will explain it I'm sure."

"We'll be there."

"We? I have work to do," Landrak protested.

"Not anymore."

"She probably ran away Mrs., …" the muggle police officer said while chewing on a sticky doughnut and reading through some top government files.

"Konch," the woman offered and went back to her hysterics, "But I tell you officer! She was turning green with fur sticking out all over the place."

"Do you have pictures?" The officer asked suddenly interested. Mrs. Konch gave him a hard look and shook her head. "You got nothing." He returned to his doughnut. "Phnow listchen hiere," the officer said with his mouth full of doughnut. He swallowed and continued to talk, "If you get me some evidence, any evidence at all, I'll call a search. She most likely ran away and my department don't do run ways."

"What department does…?"

"None of them," the cop laughed hysterically at his joke, "try the door way far down at the very back of the station, the man's a little eccentric but if he takes the job you'll have the best."

"Thank you."