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The Unexpected

Chapter 2

Everyone turned to the Great hall doors to see who had just entered and why they were talking to Harry. What they saw shocked them into silence, at least the students and staff aside from the four on the floor.

There stood a man who looked to be in his late thirties and stood at about 6"3'. He had shoulder length dark brown, almost black, hair that was pulled back by a leather thong at the nape of his neck. He wore a simple black with silver lining robes.

What caught some of their attentions the most, however, were his eyes. They were a dark, almost crimson, red color. But if one were to look closer, they would notice green and amber flecks mixed within the red.

"Daddy!" Harry suddenly cried out, standing up and running into the waiting arms of the stranger man with the red eyes.

"Harry my son. I have missed you." Red-eyed man said, softly stroking Harry's hair.

Harry looked up into his eyes and replied softly, "I've missed you too, Daddy. So much."

Everyone watched on in confusion and shock at what they were watching unfold before them. They couldn't understand what was happening and why it was happening.

'Daddy? Who is he?' Hermione thought, looking confused, yet intrigued.

'Daddy?! He doesn't have a dad, he's dead. Been dead since he was one year old. What's going on with Harry?' Ron exclaimed, while trying to make sense of everything going on around him.

'I didn't know Harry had a dad. I thought that James Potter was his dad and he's been dead for years. So, who is this man? And why is Harry referring to him as Daddy?' McGonagall mused, wracking her brain trying to come up with some answers.

"Are you alright, Harry?" The red-eyed man asked, looking over Harry worriedly for any signs of harm done to him.

Harry shook his head, "No, Daddy. I'm alright. Sev, Poppy, and Drake healed me."

The red-eyed man ran a critical eye over Harry before declaring, "Good. I would hate to have to hurt them for not taking proper care of you when I leave you in their care."

When said persons began to protest his jibe at them, Harry spoke up again, looking worried, "Are you alright, Daddy? You're covered in a lot of blood. Is any of it yours?"

At this, everyone quickly turned their attentions to the red-eyed man's robes and noticed that he did, indeed, have blood all over him. The only reason they could tell was there was blood splattered over the silver lining of his otherwise black robes. This worried most, for many weren't particular fans of seeing or smelling blood. So, they had to wonder where the blood came from.

"Are you alright, Tom?" Severus asked worriedly, coming over to make sure that he was fine and not too badly hurt.

"Did you get hurt again, Tom? I swear, you're almost as worse as your son is." Madam Pomfrey scolded; exasperated with him and Harry always finding some way to get themselves hurt one way or another.

"Hey!" Came twin shouts from Harry and the aforementioned 'Tom.'

Draco shook his head at their antics, "You two are always getting hurt for one reason or another. It's a wonder Poppy doesn't keep you both strapped to your bed's to help prevent you from any bodily harm."

"Then again, they would probably find some way to do themselves harm even if they were strapped down. Nothing helps." Madam Pomfrey muttered darkly, while running scan over 'Tom' to make sure that he wasn't harmed too badly.

"Anyways, before some people interrupted," Harry shot a dark look at the three said people, "Are you hurt, Daddy? And where did the blood come from?"

"No, I'm not hurt. Just extremely exhausted. And, so no the blood isn't mine, it's the goats." His dad answered, waving his hand down his robes removing any and all traces of blood away before doing the same to Harry who had some on him now due to hugging his dad.

"Really?!" Came the shouts, shocked yet beyond elated at the news.

This just proved to continually confuse everyone else around them. First, they all had to watch Harry have a vision, in which he was helped by Professor Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Not to mention, Harry seems to blame Dumbledore for his plight. Then, a strange red-eyed man appears and Harry calls him 'Daddy.' Now, they were talking about blood from a goat? They were all terribly confused and wanted some answers.

"Where? How long ago? Is he dead?" Harry asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down in glee.

His dad smirked, but answered anyways, "In Diagon Alley, where the goat spilled all of his darkest secrets out to the public which was about half an hour ago."

Harry's eyes were as round as saucers and he looked about ready to say something but he just began to giggle and jump around again. Many found this odd, even the ones who were close to him personally, were confused behavior. He had never before acted like this, but they turned their attentions away for the moment to discuss some other issues.

"He told all of his darkest secrets? How did you manage that? We've been trying all year and nothing has worked. How did you do it?" Severus asked, looking curious for an answer.

"I cast a truth spell on him. The most powerful truth spell that which is widely known by everyone. Verbally too, might I add. It was so that everyone in the vicinity knew what I was casting and that they didn't think I was making the goat say what he eventually said." 'Tom' replied, giving a smirk even more worthy than Lucius Malfoy's own.

Harry giggled but everyone chose to ignore him for the moment. Poppy decided to speak up then, "What happened to the goat then? You never did answer harry's question. And where did the blood come from? And I know you said the goat, but how?"

"Well, the goat is dead. And the blood is a result of said goat's death." 'Tom' replied smugly, looking exceptionally proud of himself.

'What are they going on about? They keep mentioning a goat and that the blood on 'Tom' was from the aforementioned goat. And now they are saying that the goat is dead?' Hermione though to herself, trying to figure out what the give in the middle of the Great Hall were talking about.

Harry laughed out loud before clapping his hands in glee. This caused many to look over at him warily for they were cautious about his strange behavior. (A.N. Can anyone guess why he is like this? Think female but in a man's body. If you can't figure it out, just wait till chapter three and all will be told, hopefully.)

'Why is Harry giggling? And jumping around in glee? He's never acted like this before, so what is wrong with him? And again, what are these mean talking about?' McGonagall thought looking first at Harry, before finally settling her sharp eyes on the four other men in front of her and the rest of the staff members.

'Why does this man smell so good? This has never happened before with anyone else except for Harry but that is only because I consider him my cub, so why with this man? I've never seen him before so… what is going on? And how is he related to my cub?' Remus though confusedly, looking between his giggling godson and 'Tom', his daddy?, who was once again talking.

"And before you say anything, I got permission from Minister Fudge to commence with his death. What was going to be a trial and a lengthy sentence to Azkaban, turned into a public execution." 'Tom' spoke up before anyone else had the chance to comment on his previous statement.

"In which you became the executioner, right?" Draco finally spoke up, looking contemplative. When 'Tom' nodded in agreement, Draco spoke again, "What exactly did he say to make Fudge decide on a public execution?"

At this question, Harry's dad's face grew dark with anger, "He admitted to stealing Harry away from me and my mate. Then to add insult to injury he admitted to confounding and erasing my mate's memories of me and our son, Harry. He also admitted to killing James and Lily Potter after giving harry to them to take care of as a way to bring about the supposed downfall of Voldemort. And when asked why, he had said that he had needed a new pawn, a new weapon to use with as he please since his last two failed. He actually had the nerve to laugh and say that he would succeed too, he just had to get rid of his last remaining family and he would be completely under his control."

By then, power was practically rolling off of 'Tom' in waves and some, if not most, of the students and staff members had a small inkling now as to who the goat figure was supposed to be. And they were also very angry because if what 'Tom' said was believed to be true, then the 'goat' had got what 'it' deserved.

"Da-Daddy." Harry suddenly chocked out. Everyone immediately turned their attentions towards Harry expecting him to be giggling, but instead they see that he was crying.

'Tom' instantly rushed to his side at the same time as Remus did. When they realized that they had both rushed to Harry, they stood for a second looking at each other. One with longing in his eyes and the other with confusion. However, when Harry gave a sob, they put their feelings away and embraced Harry together.

Looking at them standing there in a huddle, they looked like a family. Harry looked more like 'Tom' than Remus, but there just seemed to be something about him that screamed of Remus.

'Hmmmm…could he be-no, can he?' Severus and Poppy thought to themselves looking at them curiously and with a little suspicion.

'What's wrong with Harry? He's never acted like this before. I hope everything's going to be alright, especially now that I understand what's going on better.' Hermione anxiously thought, wringing her hands together helplessly.

While holding onto Harry and extendedly 'Tom', Remus could smell him more and it was absolutely intoxicating. But what he noticed also was that he was getting flashes of memories of some kind. He also smelled something off about Harry.

And so, he decided to ignore the smell of 'Tom' and the flashes to focus on what was wrong about Harry. He sniffed Harry's head a moment before he detected the problem.

"Harry? Why are you wearing a glamour? What are you trying to hide?" Remus asked confused, but in a stern voice that he knew Harry would answer to.