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The Ten Commandments of Potter
Chapter 2 Thou Shalt Have Only One God
A/N As you might have gathered by now this time I am using the 10 commandments instead of the 10 plagues. Also you might remember that I used a phrase at the beginning of each Plague chapter. Well this time round I have written a small piece from a newspaper using a phrase. You'll see what I mean.
"The God of many a present-day pulpit is an object of pity."
Nowadays it seems that God isn't worshipped or cared for as much as he used to be. This also ties in with the dramatic decrease in the number of people attending church. About fifty years ago there were almost double the numbers of people that attend now. Those that do attend now are mainly from the more noble families and the more devoutly religious.
A few hundred years ago many people followed the ten commandments to the 'T' but nowadays the one that is most frequently broken is surprisingly not 'thou shalt not commit adultery' but 'thou shalt have only one God.' This is hardly surprising however when you look at the number of cults, obsessive religions and poppycock political parties. They all support silly leaders who think that they are in charge of the world, and because there are many thousands of them, it is like these idiots are taking over the world. Which is rather ironic since that is their main aim.
This brings us back to the point that the very idea of there being a God is actually dying out slowly, but very surely. A Vicar leading a service on a Sunday morning would maybe be preaching to a congregation of less than forty people in a neighbourhood of about 200. The Vicar in the pulpit is also a species that is dying out meaning that the remaining congregation is starting to feel sorrow and pity towards the Vicar.
Rev. B. Utey, writing for The Daily Telegraph (Friday 26th June)
"That's it? That bit of grass and rubble is what you inherited from your parents?" Draco wasn't a fan of rebuilds and this project looked like it needed a lot of work.
"Draco that is where they died. You yourself said to me to respect the dead the other day, so why don't you follow your own advice?" Harry said as he blinked a few tears away. This was the nearest he had been to knowing his parents, and anything about the first year of his life. As much as he loved Draco he wasn't about to let him spoil the first time that he ventured into the house where he received his scar.
"Sorry Harry, it's just that this isn't exactly very impressive." Draco said quietly as he looked at the rubble.
"At least I was able to get it, at least I can, loo, look around my hou, house." Harry managed before he finally did break into tears. Draco hugged him tightly and ignored the twitching curtains of all the surrounding houses.
"It'll be all right Harry. I promise." Draco whispered and hugged him tighter.
"How can you say that? No one knows what Voldemort's going to do next, who knows he might just kill me, at least then I wouldn't have to see what he does to the world. It would be a release of sorts." Harry sobbed into Draco's shoulder, the expensive fabric dampened and it would probably stain, but Draco was more worried about Harry.
"No Harry, you will not think like that. You will kill him; rid the planet of his evilness." Draco said toughly, as he made sure not to cry himself.
"I really don't understand why everyone has so much blind faith in me." Harry sobbed louder.
"It's faith, not blind faith you have already proved to everyone that you can beat him. Now lets look around your old house." Draco wiped the tears from Harry's face with his thumb and stepped away from him.
"No, I want to go in on my own." Harry stepped forward and put the key into the now rusty lock. Dumbledore had said to McGonagall that the house had been ruined by Voldemort, when in actual fact the house was intact. Dumbledore had put up a glamour charm to make it look like a pile of rubble so that people wouldn't want tours. The glamour had been removed on Dumbledore's death. The neighbours didn't say anything, but they were used to strange goings on at the Potter residence.
Harry opened the front door gingerly to find a tastefully decorated hall. As he walked around the house he couldn't help but notice that it seemed to be a cross between a muggle and wizard house. It couldn't be clearly defined as being either one.
The rooms were the kind of rooms you get in any house, not exactly special but Harry could feel faint traces of magic that must have been his parents. The last room he entered contained a cot, some baby furniture and there was a dent in the wall next to the door. It was all too much for Harry, he sank down the wall he was leaning against and burst into tears. The scene from Halloween almost 17 years ago replayed over and over in his head.
Draco was getting worried; he had been standing alone in the porch of the house for about half an hour. He decided to go into the Potter's house and find Harry. He ventured up the stairs and followed the sound of crying. As soon as he entered the room he could tell that it had been Harry's nursery, not just by the name on the door or the cot in the room but by the protection spells he could feel on the room.
From what Draco had gathered in his years of watching Harry Lily Potter had died trying to save her son from being killed by Voldemort but had got herself killed in the process. Draco had also overheard Harry talking to the Weasel and the mudblood about a vision, a vision of his mother being murdered in front of him while he sat in a cot, helpless. Then Voldemort had rounded on him once his mother was out of the way, and then the infamous flash of green light that he was so famous for.
"Come on Harry, it'll be all right." Draco rubbed Harry's shoulder lovingly, but Harry pulled away.
"How can you say that, I almost died in this room, and my mum did die here." Harry choked out between sobs. Draco hugged him and kissed his cheek, tasting the salty tears.
"How about, when you redecorate the house you leave this room as a shrine to your parents? That way you can come in here and remember the parents that you never knew." Draco suggested helpfully, unaware that it sounded quite hurtful.
"In other words remember that night, the vision. It'll be just like having a dementor living in the house. Great idea sparky." Harry said as sarcastically as he could through the tears.
"That's not what I meant and you know that." Draco was disturbed by the doorbell ringing. "I'll send them away shall I?" Harry nodded weakly as Draco raced down the stairs.
"I'm sorry but would you be so kind as to fuck off." Draco said as he opened the door without even looking to see who it was.
"I'm sorry, if you don't want me then I shall leave, but I just wondered whether it was true that Mr Potter will be moving back into the house. It has been so empty without the Potters."
"I'm sorry Mr?" Draco asked impatiently.
"Mr Wannamaker." The man stated and peered over Draco's shoulder into the house.
"Oh, well I'm er, sorry but Mr Potter isn't available at the moment. I'll pass on your name to him if you like." Draco had no intention of telling Harry about the man, but listened anyway.
"Yes please Mr?" The man asked inquisitively.
"Mr Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Draco stated boredly as he waited for the man to go away.
"Oh, right." Mr Wannamaker sounded surprised, but Draco just looked ticked off.