[disclaimer: I only own the characters I created, everything else is not mine.
author's note:
Thanks for the reviews, for future reference, questions about the plots are welcomed, but not the silly ones, please.
to mumimeanjudy: no, I'm not eliminating Draco. He's Harry's main rival and that's what he will be until the boys discover that they are half-brothers. Let's not forget, that Lucius is a Death Eater and he's most certainly done some questionable things in that 'carier' of his. As for the question about the prophecy, well, that's how Rowling wrote it and my story involves a rather manipulative headmaster, so we can't expect him to be absolutely honest with the Potters. And I promise that sooner or later Lily's origins will be explained one way, or the other.
to My Solitude: Thanks so much! Nothing better to encourage me than a nice review. I'm sorry for mistakes, but since I'm Russian, that's to be expected. How would you like this better: several long chapters or many small ones?
Poll: What House should Harry be sorted into?
1- Griffindor (with Ron);
2- Ravenclaw (with Hermione);
3- Slitherin (with Draco);
4- Hufflepuff (with Neville)?
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CHAPTER ONE.
*Scotland, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry.*
AlbusPercival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat in his office and looked through the school journal where each year the names of the soon to be first years appeared. Four names drew his particular interest. They were Harry James Potter, Neville Frank Longbottom, Hermione Jane Granger and Blake Severin Lestrange. His eyes gained a pained look as he saw the name Granger. Not many would recognise it, but Albus Dumbledore, having a certain interest in the Founders of Hogwarts and their descendants, knew at once that the girl was from the Granger squib line and, being a witch herself, miss Hermione was to become the next lady Ravenclaw. And that was not to his liking. He thought back to when he's encountered the last heiress of Helga Hufflepuff, who strangely enough was also born into a line of squibs and was thought to be a mudblood, Lillian Evans.
*flashback*
Albus called James Potter into his office. He had formed a plan already and he needed to have the heir of Griffindor either supporting him, or simply obeying him. The man chuckled darkly, the Heir of Slitherin was viewed by the wizarding community as the new Dark Lord and it was all thanks to him, the great leader of Light, Albus Dumbledore. Of course he tried to make the boy submit to his will and marry Lucil Granger, lady Hufflepuff, but it didn't work and now the heir of Slitherin was a threat to his plans to merge the ancestry lines into one and then take control of them. He didn't fool himself, he knew that it wasn't a quick process, but it was worth the risk. His grandchildren would be the most powerful people of the wizarding world, this would bring glory to the Dumbledore line and get the wizarding community under the control of his family. He was about to curse Tom Riddle again for setting back his plans and arranged his face into a perfect grandfather like smile:
- Ah, James, my boy, come in! Have a Lemon Drop. I heard miss Evans finally agreed to go out with you. I'm so happy for you two.
- Thank you, headmaster. Ah, these Lemon Drops are so sweet...
*end of flashback*
Yes, his lemon drops always got him where he wanted. now he just had to bring together Harry Potter, his soon to be perfect weapon, and Hermione Granger. That way their children would have the blood of Griffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in them. Something would have to be done about Riddle, for the headmaster knew for sure that the heir of Slitherin somehow managed to stay alive. If everything went alright, then Potter and Riddle would kill each other, if not... he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
*Scotland, Privet Drive 4*
- UP!!!! GET UP!!!!
A ten year old boy with black unruly hair, emerald green eyes and a stramge lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead groaned loudly and clamped down the desire to curse rudely in return. He was Harry James Potter and he was unfortunate enough to be living with the Dursleys, since his own parents, James and Lily Potter died in a car crash when he was little, or at least that was what the Dursleys told Harry.
The boy entered the kitchen in a particularly nasty mood, since it was Dudley's birthday and the sight of the mountain of presents made him want to throw up. No, mister Harry Potter didn't dislike presents for what they were, but simply because he himself never got any. He remembered what happened when he was stupid to ask for a present and had to supress an involuntary shiver.
*flashback*
A five year old boy smiled at his uncle:
- Uncle Vernon, I've been good this year as well, did Santa bring a present for me as well?
The boy flinched at the sudden malicious glint in his uncle's and the next thing he knew he kicked so hard that the flew across the entire room and hit the room with a lot of force. There was a sickening crack and pain assaulted all of his senses.
*end of flashback*
Since then the boy's hate towards his relatives grew pretty fast. Now, he would do absolutely anything to get away from the Dursleys. He was jolted from his musings as he heard another bad news - Missis Figg, a cat-crazed woman who looked after him when the Dursleys went out, broke her leg and thus was unable to take him in for the day. Thus Harry joined the family on their trip to the zoo.
[author's note: Reviews please! Also, should Harry make the snake bite Vernon?]