Harry Potter and The Long Lost Family
Chapter 2
Coluber
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of the banging on the door mixing with the sound of his aunt yellyng,
"Up! Get Up! NOW!"
With a sleepy groan he rolled over in his too small bed and got up, opening the door and quietly informing his aunt that he would be over in a second.
"Fine! But be quick. This is my Duddykins eleventh birthday and I won't let a freak like you ruin it!"
Harry hated his aunt, and his uncle too. He strongly disliked how they spoiled their son, Dudley Dursley. Especially since they ignored him.
Negative thoughts ran through his head as he shook a spider of his socks and put them on.
Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was filled with them… and that was where he lived.
As Harry excited his cupboard, he saw his uncle – Vernon Dursley – sitting on the kitchen table silently reading the newspaper. There must have been something important in it, since usually, he would look over it and yell at him – "comb your hair!" or "Don't burn the food, Freak!" – Freak was there favorite 'nickname' for him, and while he couldn't retaliate to their faces, he would always make fun of them in his head.
For instance, he often compared Dudley to a pig in a wig. Aunt Petunia had an almost unnaturally long neak, hence her nickname – Giraffe. Vernon looked like some sort of pig… only ten time fatter – no matter what Harry tried, no insult or nickname came close to describing him.
As Harry turned on the stove and started preparing the dishes. He knew that today would be a terrible day.
Just as that thought passed his mind, Dudley bobbed into the room, shaking the ground from all his weight. He pulled out a chair at the table and sat on it, causing it to groan and crack slightly from all the weight.
Dudley started complaining about food, which was still being cooked. Then, when the food arrived, he started whining about having less presents than last year. Finally, he started fake crying, which lead the two adults to promise buying him two more presents when they went to the zoo.
As Harry started mentally preparing himself to visit Mrs. Figg, he heard Aunt Petunia yell from upstairs,
"Vernon, Mrs. Figg broke her leg, she can't take him," she yelled while coming down, her anger and disappointment obvious.
"We could leave him with your friend – what's her name – Yvoone?" He suggested, not wanting the freak to ruin his Dudley's birthday.
"She's on holiday in Majorca." She replied angrily.
"What about Marge?"
"She can't take him! She hate's him!"
They continued to argue, completely ignoring him. As if he was some insignificant animal, like a slug. Finally, Vernon suggested that they lock him looked out of the house. So that he couldn't blow anything up.
That was how he now found himself running across the streets of Little Whinging. Behind him were four eleven-year-old children, chasing after him with surprising slowness.
They were Dudley's 'friends' – more like followers – who had decided to play a game of 'Harry Hunting' to celebrate their boss's birthday.
You would find Harry sprinting into alley ways, between fences pulling every dirty trick he could pull to get out of the mess he was in. However, every attempt was meet with failure, until he reached the park. Where he fell to the floor, panting and exhausted.
"Can I help you," said an odd voice, coming from seeming nowhere. As such, the only response Harry could come was with was,
"Huh?"
"Down here," Harry looked down to find a green snake, obviously not poisonous from it looks. "I never imagined I'd meet a speaker."
"A speaker?"
"Yes!" Said the snake, it's voice somehow displaying happiness and enthusiasm, "A human who can talk to snakes! They're ever so rare! I've read so much about them! Oh – forgive me – is there anything I can help you with, sir?"
"There are a bunch of bullies following me… can you frighten them of."
Just as he said that, the bullies arrived and started approaching, obviously thinking they had won and were anticipating the best part of the game, Harry Punching.
Fortunately, his new friend, the snake pounced on one of them and bit into his leg, causing him to shake the snake of and run away in terror. The rest of the gang with him.
"Thanks a lot," said Harry smiling gratefully and the snake and hoping no one saw, or heard him conversing with the snake.
"Your Welcome!" Said the snake," If I might inquire about your name?"
"Harry Potter," replied Harry, wondering if this is what it was like to make a friend. "What's yours?"
" Oh," said the snake, sounding surprised at being asked its name, "It's … Coluber."
Later, it would strike Harry as odd, that his first friend was a snake. But for now, he and Coluber sat happily chatting together for hours and by the time the he left for home. He was happy at having made his first friend, but sad that they had to be separated so soon. Fortunately, Coluber promised to meet him in the same place tomorrow morning – "I'll see you when the sun is in the middle." – Harry figured that meant at twelve o'clock or something.
Although he would never tell that to anyone, much less Coluber, this was the happiest day of his life. He finally had someone who he could confide in about the Dursley's treatment of him.
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For the next few days he would shoot out of bed, wolf down breakfast, fly through his chore's and leave the house by eleven thirty.
He and Coluber talked a lot to each other. Coluber seemed like some sort of Know-It-All snake. Learning from 'books' (Parseltongue written on shed snake skin) and other snakes he met.
He and Coluber quickly became great friends and would talk whenever they had the time.
Coluber's parents had left him as soon as he was successfully capable of taking care of himself, as was tradition among snakes apparently, and Coluber himself wasn't upset about it. Even though they'd left a little while ago.
As Harry lay on bed, his thoughts drifted of away from Coluber and into other topics. Finally, for the next year he would be attending a school other than Dudley's, this was of course a great opportunity to finally make friends without Dudley getting in the way.
The only problem would be explaining the strange occurrences that kept happening around him. One time, after being accused of cheating by a teacher, he turned her hair blue. Another time, while he was being chased by Dudley and his gang he managed to fly up to the roof of the school, but all he meant to do was jump over a trash can. Another time, he had stormed of in anger into an abandoned park and accidentally blew up anything he touched. Also, talking to snakes like Coluber wasn't normal as well.
He dismissed the idea that he was a freak almost immediately. That explained nothing. So how come these things kept happening. Based on his Guardians reactions, they knew something he didn't… and they didn't like it.
If the Dursleys hated, then Harry was sure to love it.
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A little way outside of the city of York lay a large white, shining manor, surrounded by large forests, parks, lakes and a large pitch, obviously used for some kind of sport.
Flying around in the pitch were to blurring figures, one far ahead and the other desperately trying to catch up, flying at high speed, chasing a small golden ball with wingers. Eventually, the larger figure reached it and clutched on to it, before heading down.
The man was tall and thin with hazel eyes and disheveled black hair that stuck up at the back, he also wore a pair of glasses. Landing next to him was a child, about ten years old, and rapidly approaching his birthday.
He had tousled dark red hair and hazel eyes, he was of average length and somewhat plump. His fast was twisted into an expression of disappointment as he spoke in a loud whiny voice,
"Not fair! You won again!"
The other man – his father – looked at him with a touch of pity as he laughed,
"I don't think you're a good seeker… or a chaser."
When he saw the look of anger and disappointment cross the child's face he said hastily,
"Don't fret, Will. We still haven't tried to see if your any good and keeping or beating yet. I'm sure you've inherited my talent for Quidditch. Even if you aren't good at seeking or chasing. Even if you're not good at Quidditch, we'll always be proud of you."
His attempt at cheering up his son went well, as he forgot all about his previous disappointment and started talking to his father about his birthday – which was next week – and about what type of gifts he was interested in (A Nimbus 2000 – A copy of the newest edition of 'Quidditch Through the Ages' – His own set of Quidditch Balls – A Book describing how to cheat in Chess – A William Potter Doll (Newest Version) - Pranking Supplies from Zonko's) before he turned the topic to the food that he wanted at the party (Chicken – Chicken Soup – Treacle Tart – Apple Pie – Pork – Grilled Meat – among other things)
His father was nodding and saying stuff like " of course, Will" and "Anything for you."
As they entered the Manor and made their way to the kitchen they ran into a child, about 2 years younger then Will. She had dark red hair – like her brothers – but tall and smooth. She was also a lot shorter than Will. Her eyes were sparkling emerald green.
She was talking to an older woman, begging her to allow her to go to Hogwarts with her brother. The older woman responded by saying,
"No you aren't old enough yet."
And they would start the argument again. The older woman was like a carbon copy of the younger one, only older. She had the same eyes and the same hair, as well as the same skin color.
"Daddy!" Yelled the girl, having noticed her father standing next to the kitchen door, "Can you play tag with me!"
"Not now, Elly." Replied her father – James Potter, "I have something very important to discuss with your brother."
Father and son sat at the kitchen table, with the mother – Lily Potter – cooking lunch nearby.
"I'm sure you've heard about how Sirius, Remus, Peter and I formed the Marauders," started James, "What I didn't tell you, was that we were all illegal animagi."
"What's an animagi?"
"It's a person who can turn into an animal. Sirius was a Dog. A lot like the Grim. I was a Stag," James demonstrated this by turning into a stag, " Remus is a Werewolf – as you know – so he couldn't access his animagus form. The reason I told you about this is to warn you. Peter betrayed up long ago, and it is thanks to his animagus form that he has remained up apprehended for this long. It is also the reason he can easily access Hogwarts, were he knows several secret passage ways. His form is a rat."
"A rat?" replied William, his voice showing his disgust and arrogance, " You mean he can be into a rat and sneak into the school?"
"I'm afraid so… we – as in Dumbledore and I – fear that he might try to take revenge against you, for what happened to his master."
"You mean he might try to kill me," Will replied stupidly, wondering why anyone would try to kill the hero of the wizarding world, "I can't be beaten by someone like him, since I did beat his master after all."
The arrogance in Will's voice was clear for anyone with half a brain to see. However, his parents didn't notice it and admitted that he was right about that. Before completely forgetting about the topic, completely sure that their son – who had managed to be the Dark Lord – wouldn't be killed by a coward like Peter.
"Can I be an animagus like you," questioned William, "I bet I'll get it down faster than you."
Elly however wasn't as convinced as her parents were, and was completely disgusted by her older brother's arrogance.
' I wish he wasn't so arrogant, just because he accidentally killed You – Know – Who doesn't make him a god, nor does it mean he is invincible.'
How could someone who couldn't do magic yet be capable of defeating a full-grown wizard. Her parents have been trying to get Will to start studying for Hogwarts earlier. To prepare him for the possibility of Death Eater attacks, or Voldemort not being as dead as he seemed.
William completely disregarded their fears arrogantly and convinced them to see things from his point of view.
Elly was afraid that Will would get himself killed because of his perpetual arrogance. However, there was nothing she could do to make him or her parents see sense.
Every time they would come up with a response like, "have faith in your brother Elly." And "He beat You – Know – Who"
Everyone seemed to think that he was so great. Not releasing that that was completely unconscious accidental magic, or that he wouldn't be able to recreate it again encase something happened.
It was at times like this when Elizabeth Potter wished she had someone to confide in about her family problems. Her parents pampered Will too much and agreed with everything he said.
It was as if she wasn't even one of them. Will's twin brother – Harry – was even worse than her. Sent to live with her aunt and uncle. Then told that his parents were dead.
She wished she could've meet him. She doubted he would have had a different opinion of Will than her and with that thought she left the kitchen, completely unnoticed by her family, who were too busy fusing over Will to pay much attention to her.
Daily Prophet
Boy – Who – Lived's Birthday Approaching
William Potter is approaching his 11th birthday, which will be held in the Ministry, hosted directly by the Minister himself.
Minister Fudge explained his reasoning for that by saying: "When a wizard reaches the age of eleven, his magic stabilizes itself enough to allow education and regular usage of magic. The Savior of the Wizarding World is approaching that milestone, and as such, he will be given his Hogwarts letter personally be me! It is the honor of the ministry to hold the birthday of the youngest person ever to defeat a Dark Lord."
With Mr. Potters birthday approaching several death eaters may try to avenge their master by attempting to kill him at the party. Fortunately, the Aurors assured the Daily Prophet that all food is checked for poison and anyone who enter the ministry on that day will be searching thoroughly.
Several suspected Death Eater or Sympathizers are going to be attending William Potters Birthday party, as well as several other influential figures like Albus Dumbledore, The Potters, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy and Theodore Nott Sr.
We at the Daily Prophet wish the Boy – Who – Lived a happy birthday and a happier year at Hogwarts.
Mrs. Aurora Finnigan
Coluber means Snake
Thanks to Kassa71 for pointing out that Halloween is in October not August, I'll fix it when I upload the third chapter.
slycooper1: I don't plan on Changing Harry's name any time soon. It'll always be Harry Potter