The Magi Seer
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it all belongs to JK Rowling
Pairings: None
Warning: child abduction
Summary: Orion Riddle, son of Voldemort (Tom Riddle) is taken. Best friend Draconis Malfoy searches drawing in all their other friends for him. What they didn't know was that Orion Riddle had become Harry Potter, celebrated and hated by sectors in the wizarding world. Just how is this discovery going to spin the wizarding world on its head.
Draco Malfoy couldn't deny the fact that he was shocked. He had been home with his mother when it happened; his father and his second godfather were away with some other death eaters planning a raid when it happened. Lucius and tom came through the floo both looking frantic,
"Have you seen him?" Tom rushed out. Neither Narcissa nor Draco knew what he was talking about but then again Draco was seven years old and rarely knew what the dark lord was talking about.
"He who, m'lord?" Narcissa asked.
"Orion, he isn't at the manor nor is he with the nanny and I can't find him anywhere." He stumbled looking around the sitting room as if his son would come just because he was there.
Draco felt a tendril of cold dread sweep through him. His best friend was missing, Orion Odium Riddle was missing and that wasn't the worst part. Orion was a magi seer, one of the rarest seers in the magical world and now he's gone. Narcissa leapt to her feet and called for a house-elf, with the house elf instructed to look after Draco until they returned, the three adults left searching for the missing child.
None of them knew that Orion Riddle had changed, his mind oblivated and a glamour that changed his features and then known as Harry Potter.
He was placed with his supposed family but his captors never knew was that the boy's magic was strong and refused to forget everything that had happened. Harry potter never answered to that name, he self-study every Wednesday and Sunday after he cleaned the house and was allowed to leave for a little while. He knew one of the dursley's neighbors was special like he was, and he asked her to teach him about being special. He learned to brew in her home; he learned to control the magical outburst that he had. controlled his wizard studies while he himself took care of muggle studies like languages and politics. The librarian was astounded when an eight year old asked her to quiz him on the Russian language.
Then every two months he would ask the same thing until he was fluent in almost seven different languages and understood and wrote in fourteen others. His knowledge in biology and anatomy was something she had never seen in a nine year old and then he learned mathematics when he was ten. By the time he was ready for Hogwarts he was a little prodigy well known at the library for many questions and fast understanding of the material.
Mrs. Figgs wasn't sure why she agreed to help the boy. Her orders were to make sure he knew as little as possible about the wizarding world and its magical creatures. But when he looked at her and told her he could see the small amount of magic and he needed to learn if he was to survive his life with his relatives. And now she watched as the almost eleven year old boy with black matted hair and emerald green eyes brew potions that were well beyond what he should be able to brew just two days before September first and he would be leaving for platform 9 ¾ to go to Hogwarts.
She couldn't say she would miss the child, he was too different even for her possible even for the wizards and she didn't know how the students and staff at Hogwarts were going to handle the child.
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Harry stared out the window in his empty compartment. His trunk was over head and his two ravens and owl were sleeping. Hedwig, huginn (thought), and munin (memory) got along better than he had hoped when he bought the three birds, of course the ravens got along it was the two of them against his owl that made him a little nervous but he was pleasantly surprised when they not only got along but they seemed to be friends with each other. He loved all of his birds but his ravens were his favorites, it was from them that he got his alias for his new vault in Gringotts. Harry had the suspicion that someone was stealing from the vaults he was allowed into. Griphook which is the head goblin for the Potter's vaults told him he wasn't a Potter.
Harry wasn't completely surprised when he asked who he was, Griphook just shook his head and told him that he needed to find that out for himself. But he allowed harry into the potter's vault and even put the money under his new name, Odin. Harry asked if it was considered stealing seeing as he wasn't the last heir to the potter line if he wasn't even blood. Griphook just shook his head again and said all the money had been moved into his new vault, Harry asked Griphook to take care of this vault like he had the previous one but he said he couldn't. So Harry asked Rainsteel to tend to the new vault.
As harry stared out the window the door to his compartment opened.
"Hey is anyone else in here?" a voice that was a definite up and coming aristocrat asked him.
Harry shook his head before going back to his thoughts. He heard shuffling, it sounded like four sets of feet were shuffling into his compartment. Why were they shuffling? They were probably all pureblood due to the way the boy had talked.
"Draco quit sulking. He might be there," it was a girls voice this time and they were defiantly aristocratic from that tone of voice.
"Pansy, it's been four years. If we couldn't find him during that time what makes you think he'd find him now?" the boy named Draco said in a sad tone.
"He could have been with muggles," a heavy Italian accented voice, this one was clearly male from the husky tone or as husky as an eleven year's voice could be.
"Yeah, come on drake, there is the fact that whoever took him could have put him under a glamour." This was another male voice, they were eleven of course none had gone through puberty yet but that didn't mean they all sounded like girls.
Harry heard a sigh, "if he's under a glamour, then how are we suppose to know which one is Orion?"
"o-ri-on," harry sounded out, like it was the most interesting word in the world.
All the other four looked at him as if they had never seen him before. "Did you say something?" the Italian asked.
"o-ri-on," harry said again. It sounded good, a lot better than harry did, but that wasn't what he wanted to concentrate on. There was something in the back of his mind, what was it?
"Yes Orion. What of it?" the third male's voice sounded annoyed.
Harry finally turned around to look at the four in his compartment. There was a blond with mercury silver eyes, they looked sad. Harry knew he had seen those eyes before but where? There was a girl, with a slight pug-nose and pale brown eyes with flat black short hair. Another boy with indigo eyes and short chopped brown hair with a deep tan definitely Italian than another boy with normal blue eyes and slightly shaggy hair not in a dirty shaggy but 'I-can-pull-this-off' shaggy, all of them seemed to be skinny not unhealthy just not gluttony.
Harry could feel something burning in his eyes so he shut them and leaned against the cool window,
"What of Orion?" the blond boy asked again.
"I can't….I can't remember. That name….it's so familiar. Why can't I remember?" harry muttered mainly to himself but they still heard him.
"You know Orion! You have to tell us, we've been looking for four years." The brunette with blue eyes rushed out.
The girl seemed scandalized, "Theodore, you need to remember yourself and not speak like that. Now ask the boy a question when he isn't obviously in pain."
"Sorry pansy, but it hasn't been the same without Orion."
"I know I know, but we aren't the only ones suffering."
"Didn't help that his eleven birthday was just a month ago yesterday." The Italian said.
That's when Harry's eyes flew open, he noticed he couldn't see out of his glasses anymore. So he threw them off. Turning back to the other four, they gasped.
"Your eyes they've changed."
"What do you mean? Changed?" harry inquired, the burning had stopped and he felt somewhat whole again but there was more that was still missing.
"They were green-
"Those are Orion's eyes. Deep amethyst purple with icy blue specks around the pupils." Draco leaned forward to study the boy a little more.
"There's a glamour around you. Tell me, what do you remember about your life?"
Harry gulped, he was never nervous. He knew what he wanted and he worked hard for it. He was only nervous when his uncle got home and he wasn't in his cupboard yet because that meant his uncle would take him up to that small second bedroom and have his way with Harry's small body.
"Nothing much. I suspect someone oblivated my mind around the time I was seven because I can't remember anything further back than September first just after my seven birthday in July. I…see…certain things that are out of usual and I know the family I live with isn't my real family but when I made a potion that would tell me my linage it wouldn't tell me who my parents were but it did show that the people I lived with were of no relation to me. Why?" harry cocked his head to the side. It was a bad habit he had picked up and no matter what he did, he couldn't seem to get rid of it.
Draco grabbed his chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. He saw pain, confusion, uncertainty. Almost as if the boy in front of him knew who he was but he…didn't at the same time, it was all so confusing.
"I'll introduce you to my godfather, he knows a lot about glamour charms and he'll see what he can do about this one. What is your name?"
"The person who took me to the Dursely's said my name was Harry Potter but I don't believe him. Isn't that boy suppose to have a scar on his forehead?" Harry moved his black raven lock hair away from his forehead and sure enough there wasn't a single blemish on his face.
Draco moved back to his seat, "mhm, then who are you?"
Harry narrowed his eyes, "that's what I would like to know as well seeing as I can't remember anything."
"Draco why don't you tell him about Orion, the more people that know can help us look for him. "Pansy tried to reason with the blond.
Draco crossed his arms and huffed, "he has black hair, purple eyes with icy blue specks like yours are now, and he's lanky. Something about him with capture your attention because he's that different. He sometimes talks very vague and you have to think in riddles to come up with an understanding for what he says. He adds a mystery to who he's around, he's smart, and determined. Never met a six year old that learned the entire ancient runes on his own from reading his father's books, he's a parseltounge, meaning he speaks to snakes."
"So there's actually a word for that? The Adder, Loreli, wouldn't tell me if that was normal for wizards." The raven-haired boy muttered, not meaning for the others to hear but they did.
"We really need to get him to Severus. Not many people are parselmouths." The Theodore boy said to the blonde, Draco.
"Yes you're right. If you're name isn't Harry then what should we call you until we find out your actually name?" The girl asked.
"Odin, works fine for me." The boy, Odin, turned back to the window his head was hurting. He wanted to remember, he's wanted to remember ever since he learned that he truly wasn't of relation to the Durselys which would be he had no relation to the Potters. Orion? That name sounded so right, but that wasn't all, something was missing. His chest started hurting, like an incomplete feeling eroded away at his chest leaving a hole.
Closing his eyes, he felt the group's magic instead of seeing it. Seeing it was pretty, all of the different colors but sensing it would tell him how strong they were. Their magic seemed to be developing still but there was control that most eleven year olds didn't have.
Odin pulled a book from the messenger bag beside him, currently he was learning Latvian as well as Psychology he was surprised by both subjects and very entertained. He fell into a good study session with the voices surrounding them.
"mīlestību ar mīlestību, kas mīl ne vairāk" (love with a love that loves no more) Odin muttered as he caught onto the fact that he was reading Shakespeare.
Pansy heard the heavy accent of a language she didn't understand, "what was that you said?"
Odin snapped his head upward from his book, "Latvian, it's a very beautiful language, it's one of the only ones that is a challenge to learn because it has a certain pronunciation like Latin."
"How many languages do you know?" the Italian Blaise asked.
"I write and understand forty languages but I have only learned how to speak about twenty five of them.