Ner words in this chapter: 3,407
"Talking"
'Thinking'
{Talking on the fireplace}
{Talking through Horcrux}
{Writing through Horcrux}
–Parseltongue–
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter I
–Harry's Second Year–
Tuesday, 30 June 1992
HJP's POV
When Harry sent a letter to Aunt Petunia he had expected a whole testament telling him he was never setting foot on her perfect little house and…
Instead he had gotten this:
Does the baby have anyone else to go to, or are you the only one?
So, he had answered that he was the last person. He was surprised at Aunt Petunia's acceptance. At…
Two days later, Hedwig returned with another letter.
Dudley's second bedroom will be ready to sustain the baby by the time of June 30. Me and Vernon found Dudley's old baby carseat and cosleeper in the attic. List of baby things needed to buy are in the back of the paper. And your uncle needs an authorized copy of the baby's IDs.
That had been within the first two weeks of June. Now, Harry was in the train, travelling back to London and fearing the journey. He was an adult… he legally was off age… he…
"You okay over there, Mate?" Ron's voice asked.
"I burnt Professor Quirrell to death." Harry argued and his friends left him alone at that. That was enough to leave him alone nowadays.
None of the two knowing how to react to that…
London came into view and Harry picked his trunk, getting ready to be the first to leave. As soon as the train arrived, he opened the door and climbed out, hurrying towards his relatives by the side. They left to Uncle Vernon's car and Harry's trunk was packed in the boot. When he entered the backseats, he saw the baby carseat already set up.
"Where do we pick up Scion, Boy?" Uncle Vernon grunted.
"Charing Cross Road… in my kind's bank."
Uncle Vernon started the car with a grunt. Finally, the car parked and Harry hurried out with Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon not following them. They passed the Leaky Cauldron, entered a side alley from Diagon Alley into Carkitt Market and climbed up a set of stairs besides the junk shop to enter Stowe & Packers Magical Bags shop.
"Can I help you?"
"I booked up a magical several lawyers easily portable bag over owl?" Harry asked. "It's under Peverell."
The retailer looked through his booklist.
"The one with several pouches, one in special for school things and another for a toddler's things?"
"Yes." Aunt Petunia demanded with a sneer.
The retailer went to the back and returned with a rustic brown leather messenger bag with a big P in black. Harry picked his coin pulse and paid as Aunt Petunia picked it. The two left, returned to Diagon Alley and stopped by Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions shop.
"The clothes you required, Mr Potter?" The old short pump Witch asked and Harry nodded.
Madam Malkin picked three packages and stored them inside the shoulder-belt messenger bag. Finally, she picked two massive scarves and gave Aunt Petunia for some reason, who nodded.
"Vault 687, correct?" Harry nodded. "Very well. I just need your signature here for the money withdrawal."
Harry hurried to sign and they moved to the bank. The Goblins saw Harry and one immediately directed them towards the back door where the carts and vaults were. They entered an office to the side and Harry gasped at seeing a female Goblin – remarkably alike Griphook – with his Heir. Before Harry could think, Aunt Petunia set the two scarves over each of his shoulders, passing diagonally over his back and front, and picked the baby and set him in the scarves against Harry's chest. Carrying scarves… right…
Tommyboy mumbled at being moved, but immediately his tiny hands held onto Harry's shirt and went back into peaceful sleep. Harry looked up to find Aunt Petunia signing some parchments and then they were leaving. They returned into the car and Aunt Petunia set Tommyboy in the car seat, before she sat at the front.
"All set." She told her husband, who grunted and started the engine.
–FDEiB–
Friday, 31 July 1992
Harry had just managed to calm down Tommyboy to sleep, when he heard the front door. In no time his uncle was shouting «Boy».
And there goes the beauty sleep.
Tommyboy woke up crying and Harry sighed. He descended down the stairs with the baby in his arms, to find Griphook.
"I'm warning you, Boy, if you do not…"
"He was asleep until you shouted." Harry grunted.
Uncle Vernon made a move to raise his hand, but Griphook raised his hand faster and the Muggle was forced to the other side of the room magically.
"Maybe it is best to talk in your room, Lord Peverell." Griphook offered as he glared at Uncle Vernon.
Uncertain, Harry nodded and climbed again, after having to remind himself that Harry's room meant Dudley's second bedroom instead of Harry's cupboard under the stairs. They entered Dudley's second bedroom and Harry resumed the walking back and forth, as Griphook closed the door behind himself.
"Sorry about Uncle Vernon. Tonight he has an important meeting."
Griphook huffed, signalled a chair and Harry nodded. Just as Griphook sat an owl arrived, the Goblin signalled at it questioningly and Harry nodded. Griphook picked the letter and read it out loud.
Dear Mr Potter,
We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this afternoon at twenty-two minutes past three.
As you know, underage Wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).
We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.
Enjoy your holidays!
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE
Ministry of Magic
Griphook huffed as Harry gaped.
"They can do that?"
"You do not have a trace since you are legally emancipated. The simple fact that a Goblin's magic is traced to you means that the location is the one with the trace instead of your magical wand – which is illegal." Griphook explained as he stored the letter. "I will deal with it. Now, care to explain why no reply letter all month?"
"I didn't receive any letters all month."
The Goblin raised his hand and touched the house's wall.
"A house elf has put a turn on your letters… I will deal with this as well." Harry blushed as Tommyboy continued crying. "Has Heir Peverell been fed?"
"Belly cramps." Harry explained. "Started this morning. Tommyboy's own way of wishing me happy birthday."
Griphook hummed.
"Nothing I can do to help with that then." He argued apologetically. "I hear from my sister and wife that belly massage helps with Human Offsprings, though." Harry immediately started massaging Tommyboy's belly. "Anyway, I have been trying to contact you over family paperwork that you require to take care of."
"Something I need to sign?" Harry wondered as Tommyboy finally fell back into sleep.
Slowly, Harry set him in his cosleeper and set pillows surrounding it on the bed side. When he finally turned towards Griphook, several scrolls were already on the desktop and a quill was being offered.
"No blood quill required this time."
Harry nodded thankfully, opened an ink bottle and quickly signed on the legal paperwork of companies and lands he owned.
When it was done, Griphook left and raised a silence ward on the bedroom, while claiming that it was free of charge since it was his own birthday gift. Harry heard the Masons arrive and have the dinner night with his relatives and even when he had to use the electric boiler to heat up the water for Tommyboy's baby bottle, they didn't hear him.
Came morning, he got another official letter.
Dear Lord Potter-Peverell/Heir Black,
We have received intelligence that the Hover Charm which was used at your place of residence last afternoon at twenty-two minutes past three, was performed in fact by your Account Manager, a Goblin, while visiting you to protect you from your relative.
Said Goblin has also informed that you are emancipated and by so the Underage Wizard Restriction does not apply to you.
We were also informed that the members of the non-magical community (Muggles) which the Hover Charm was performed on is your own relative and consequently already knew of magic previously to this date.
Apologies for the inconvenience.
Enjoy your holidays!
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE
Ministry of Magic
Then, he finally got a letter from Ron and Hermione. Ron was asking him over, so he had to refuse it and agree to meet at Diagon Alley on the last day. Hermione also offered to go on the same day.
–FDEiB–
Monday, 31 August 1992
"He'll be fine." Aunt Petunia sneered as Harry kept holding the sleeping baby. "It's not my first baby, Boy!"
"I bought a polaroid camera with several film cassettes…"
"And I'll mail them once a week." His aunt agreed. "Now go! You will miss the train to London!"
Harry picked his new bag, let his aunt pick Tommyboy, walked outside and entered Uncle Vernon's car. He had barely spent an hour away and here he was going to go to Diagon Alley a day earlier to go shopping with his friends…
–FDEiB–
Harry stumped out of the Flourish and Blotts shop, taking serious deep breaths. How dare he…?
Glaring back at the figure of Lockhart's toothy-smiling face in the posters at the vitrine, Harry turned around and went down the alley. He entered the Leaky Cauldron and got the room ready for that night. He left his bag and went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions shop. Madam Malkin smiled back.
"How's the Kiddo?"
"3-month-old… teething." Harry put in as he allowed the seamstress to pull him to a bench to measure him behind a curtain in privacy. "Will stay with my relatives while I'm at school."
"And I'm certain he'll be fine as he waits for you."
Harry blushed, let her measure him and start going through the clothes she had by the side.
"Two whole months together… I guess I've become a little motherhen."
"Don't worry. First time I was away from my daughter it was the worst."
Harry nodded and let the woman offer him a change of clothes. When Harry was on his third trousers, the shop's door opened with a slam. Harry looked at who would make such a ruckus from behind the curtain to find the Weasleys. Right… he had been with them…
"Harry! Why did you disappear like this on us? And right after taking a picture with Lockhart! The privilege… and…"
"Mrs Weasley!" Madam Malkin interrupted. "Mr Potter is famous and doesn't need the power-lust Lockhart to become famous." Mrs Weasley choked in outrage. "Right now, if you don't mind, I'm helping my customer to dress some clothes his own size."
And with that Madam Malkin closed the door on the Weasleys' faces. Harry glanced at her uncertain as she returned behind the curtain.
"I…"
"Even if they tell you otherwise, they are deep into the Headmaster's pockets and will do anything he tells them to do. Including killing a baby."
"So, I did well hiding Tommyboy?"
"You shouldn't even spend time with them. That's the type who will stab you in the back if they even suspect you are Grey instead of Light. I'm not even saying Dark, just Grey. By Grey: I'm implying neutrality in the war."
Harry, unknowingly what to say, stayed quiet.
–FDEiB–
Thursday, 17 December 1992
"Mr Potter, stay after class."
Harry looked at Professor McGonagall surprised. Last Transfiguration class of the semester. Had he done something wrong?
When every Slytherin and Gryffindor second-year student left, he approached the woman. He'd still have History of Magic after the free period. And tomorrow morning, Friday, he only had one period of DADA. He'd be able to focus on packing to go back to Tommyboy… finally!
"Yes, Professor?"
"I have noticed that you haven't signed your name to stay at school this Winter Holidays, Mr Potter."
"'Cause I'm going to the Dursleys, Professor."
Professor McGonagall looked back uncertain.
"I've also noticed that you and Mr Weasley have drifted apart and…"
"Professor McGonagall!" Harry interrupted. "Ron is mad 'cause I 'see' myself above Professor Lockhart, 'cause I was in the clothes shop finally getting clothes that fit me instead of gawking at Professor Lockhart in the bookshop and 'cause the seamstress told me that just 'cause I'm Grey instead of Light the Weasleys look down on me." The woman tensed. "I'm no hero. I'm just a person. Just Harry. Ron can't see that. Hell! Ginny has hearty eyes every time she sees me. I wouldn't be surprised if she fantasized with our wedding. None of them so far has seen me as Harry, only as the Boy Who Lived."
"Mr Potter…"
"And, as much as you are my Professor, it's not your place to tell me who to befriend or not. Or if I can or not go to my relatives."
"Mr Potter!"
"He is right, Minerva!" Professor Flitwick's voice interrupted. Both turned towards the door where the tiny Professor was. What was the man doing in the Ground-floor's middle of the courtyard instead of the Charms corridor in the third-floor? Could one of the Gryffindors had warned him on their way upstairs? Hermione maybe? "And with the attacks lately makes perfect sense for Mr Potter to go away from school for the holidays."
"Filius…"
"Don't be a puppet, Minerva!" Professor Flitwick reprimanded.
Puppet… Dumbledore?
Harry grabbed his messenger bag and stormed out the room, while picking his invisibility cloak and disappeared from view. He run towards Hagrid's hut, which was empty at the moment and floocalled Griphook.
{Lord Peverell.}
{Professor Dumbledore just told Professor McGonagall to have me stay at school and befriend again the Weasleys. Professor Flitwick stopped her.}
{Does the Wizard have no limits?} Griphook groaned. {I will be Saturday at the station to take you to the Muggles. We will deal about this then.}
{Oh…?}
{You mentioned in your letter that they were not picking you up, have you not?}
{Oh… right. Thank you.}
Griphook nodded and Harry's head returned back. Hagrid was back in the hut but didn't make questions, understanding that it was bad. He signalled the tea he was brewing and Harry nodded thankfully. Hagrid smiled and set up two mugs happily. Harry had two hours to kill before the last class of the day, might as well pass it with a friend and try to calm down.
–FDEiB–
Saturday, 19 December 1992
Harry ran to pick Tommyboy from the floor of the living room of 4 Privet Drive. He could sit already! He…
"That old Professor with a strange name and horrible fashion sense came over the other day." Harry and Griphook turned towards Uncle Vernon. "Tried to have Petunia sign some documents to have you legally our ward again. Was thrown out the front door the same way he come. Only reason you have a roof in this place is because your aunt took pity on you and decided to help with Scion."
Harry glanced at Griphook, whose eyes had narrowed.
"I will look into his meddling later on." He argued. The three went upstairs and Harry saw that Dudley's old computer, TV screen and all the old books and toys were gone. "Looks more like a room now." Griphook put in impressed.
"Aunt Petunia must have thought it was time." Harry agreed. "This was Cousin Dudley's second bedroom before it was given to me, after all."
Griphook sat by the desk and looked around at the child toys that Harry had bought and baby blanket on the floor.
"They are not the best living arrangements for an Offspring, but if we want to keep this a secret for now this will have to do." He agreed.
Griphook started to set up the paperwork for Harry to sign with what was his income and Harry smiled down at Tommyboy.
"6-month-old. You are so big already." Tommyboy babbled back. "You are so cute, can't believe that your Papa is Voldemort."
"You know that it is." Griphook argued. "And, even if not through the Philosopher's Stone, He will regain a body so I advise on looking up a place safer than this one to then hide with Young Peverell."
Harry groaned and set Tommyboy down on his blanket, before he approached Griphook for the signing.
–FDEiB–
Sunday, 14 February 1993
Harry looked at the journal in his hand.
Tom Marvolo Riddle
It didn't even have a single ink drop on it…
Harry grabbed Tommyboy's polaroid picture where the baby was with the Peverell and Slytherin crest on his robe and wrote on the back Jacob Thomas Peverell's first Christmas, then put it between the journal's pages and closed the journal. He waited several few breaths, before he opened the journal and the picture was gone. Shit!
Only to then an old-people-style handwriting to appear.
{Jacob's parents?}
{Bearer died giving birth and Tom Marvolo Riddle is the Papa.} Harry replied uncertain. He looked at his own messy writing as it disappeared and then added. {I'm his legal guardian as Lord Peverell.}
{Who claimed you?}
{Goblins.}
For some reason Tom took his time absorbing the word. Eventually, Harry got a reply.
{Jacob looks happy.}
{I do my best. He stays at my Muggle relatives. My aunt when talking about me towards To}Harry scratched the last two words, quickly realizing the other wouldn't enjoy the nickname {towards Jake she says Daddy and I use Papa about} Harry was unsure if he should end the line…
{About?}
{I use Papa for Voldemort. For the man who blood-adopted and fathered him.} Harry finished.
{Thank you, Peverell.} And that was it. The journal's pages closed by themselves and stayed closed.
Harry didn't bother to try to have any other reply from Him. It wasn't worth it.
Next morning the journal was stolen.
–FDEiB–
Saturday, 8 May 1993
Harry entered the Great Hall after that morning's Quidditch game to hear that Hagrid was in prison and Professor Dumbledore had been forced out of school.
"Last time a girl died. I heard that Hagrid hid the Creature who was at fault for it!" A Ravenclaw commented by the side.
"He always did have dangerous pets." An Hufflepuff agreed.
Harry didn't argue because, yes, Hagrid did have dangerous pets. A certain Fluffy and Norbert coming to mind.
Harry went out into the hut and opened it, letting Fang out. Fang whined but approached Harry, who petted him.
"Come on, Fang. With me, Boy."
Fang followed Harry inside Hogwarts with his tail between his legs. Harry went up to the Owlery at the top of the west tower and used Hedwig to owl the Animal Shop in Hogsmeade.
For some reason Harry wondered if Tom – if Voldemort's journal – had anything to do with this.
–FDEiB–
Sunday, 30 May 1993
Gilderoy Lockhart Arrested!
Harry lowered the newspaper and gave it towards the nearest Gryffindor, who nodded back thankfully. He stood and went with Fang for a walk.
Lockhart's true face as a farce had finally been uncovered and, for some reason, he was getting the entire Chambers being open's fault. As if it was his idea to hide the wrong reaction to the erasing memory charm…
–FDEiB–
TMR's POV
Tom watched as Harry Potter strode through the grounds with the Halfbreed's dog beside him. Tom looked down at the picture of his son and then back up at Harry. Tom entered the castle, climbed upstairs to the library and looked through the books, finally he picked one on difference between Muggles' Holidays and Wizardry World's ones. He left the library and climbed up to the Gryffindor tower. He passed through Ronald and Percival, who smiled back, and entered the common room. He waited a little to be alone, then climbed the lads' staircase towards the second-year dormitories. He went towards Harry's bed and set the library's book over the pillow, alongside the journal with a lass's soul inside. Then Tom turned around and left the lads' dormitories.
That night he watched Harry throw the 'empty' journal to the common room's fireplace with a smirk he could not quite control.
(TBC)
RIP Ginny Weasley – burnt soul
You Should Have Learnt How to Use the Journal Faster!
Warning to everyone: Take notes how Diary Tom Riddle calls Harry, that will come in handy later
And before anyone commenting over the fact that Harry knows that it isn't Lockhart: He has a Bloody Kid, he can't just jump into danger!
Besides: He knows that Tom is Tommyboy's Papa, he won't fight him for Tommyboy's sake
Next chapter: Leaving the Dursleys and new pet
~Isys
