A/N: God bless, I know you are going to kill me. This chapter is real short... but short for a good reason. I got lost in it... not sure what the heck to write. I only had a single, faint idea as to what I wanted this chapter to have and unfortunately it was not enough to fill a nice big chapter. Don't worry though, what I plan for the next chapter is when things EXPLODE and your strapped into an emotional roller coaster of action/suspense! So the first 3 chapters are slow and detailed... but look forward to the next ones 'cause they're a real rush! (At least I hope so, I plan to make them that way... heeeheee ::laughs nervously::)
However, like all seemingly minor things... there is stuff in here that you need to pay attention to that has importance later on.
Enjoy, none the less.
DISCLAIMER: ::looks around:: Would the real J.K. Rowling please stand up?
Chapter Three: What May Come
Weeks went by and things continued to be quiet. Harry returned to the circle of aurors, teaming up with Sirius and Lupin to try and get to the bottom of whatever it was that was going on. Renee waited for him everyday at the front door, like she had everyday for the past five years. Harry's news of nothing bothered her every time, and she could sense that he was going through the same frustration.
Timothy was the only thing that took her mind off of Voldemort and the Dark Arts. While he hadn't mentioned anything more about Malfoy, or even complained of a nightmare, she could feel that something was bothering him.
"We're going to go out today, Timothy." She said to him one morning, getting him up from bed.
"Where?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes open as Renee pulled his pajama top off him.
"To Professor Dumbledore's house. You remember him, don't you?" She put a clean shirt over him, along with a vest, fixing the shirt collar around his neck.
"Sorta," Timothy yawned. "Why are we going there?"
"He's gonna fix you up with some glasses, so you can see better. Then we're just gonna talk a while." She put some black slacks on him.
"You mean, glasses like dad's?" He asked, holding on to his stuffed owl.
"Yup. Let's go eat breakfast, he'll be expecting us soon." Renee tried to brush his hair without result, sighed, then led him into the kitchen.
Before mid-morning, Renee was holding Timothy's small hand as they walked up the large stone steps to Dumbledore's huge house. It was a very chilly November day and the wind howled through Timothy's hair while she tried to straighten it out. Dobby the house-elf greeted them at the door.
"Mrs. Potter, ma'am!" He shrieked excitedly, making Timothy jump. "And look! It's little Timothy Potter! Oh, do come in!"
They did so, and a flurry of house-elves came to take their cloaks. Timothy was glued to Renee's side, eyeing his surroundings with half-wonder, half-fear. She squeezed him gently around the shoulder.
"Mr. Dumbledore is expecting you, Mrs. Potter." Dobby bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Dobby. It's nice to see you again." She nodded her head, following him up the large staircase that led to Dumbledore's study.
"Mr. Harry Potter talks of you all the time! It's wonderful to see you and the little Harry Potter well!" He piped cheerfully, leading them into a large hallway. "I myself have a ruttler now!"
"A ruttler?" Renee looked down at him, puzzled.
"Oh, yes! A ruttler… a child!" He squeaked.
"Why, Dobby! That's wonderful! How come you never said anything?"
"Did not want to interrupt." He said carefully. "He's about young Timothy's age, now."
"Harry never said…" Renee muttered.
"There you are!" Said a kind, yet real tired voice from inside the study in which they were standing in front of.
Renee, holding Timothy's hand, walked in. Professor Dumbledore, looking ancient and worn, sat behind his enormous desk. She smiled broadly at him and the twinkle in his eyes were as bright as ever. He looked down at Timothy, who was still glued to Renee's side.
"My, my, my… look at how much he's grown," He whispered, smiling kindly at him. "Amazing, how the Potter males retain the same features. He's a miniature Harry! But the eyes, just like Harry does, he has yours… Renee."
Renee looked down at Timothy, smiling. He was looking at Dumbledore and his face was no longer worried with fear. He was more relaxed.
"The eyes is one reason why we're here, Professor." She said.
Dumbledore nodded, pulling out his wand and placing it on top of the desk. He then reached into a drawer and took out a weird looking set of glasses.
"Come over here, Timothy, if you would be so kind."
With a moment's hesitation, and a slight nudge from Renee, Timothy walked slowly over to stand in front of Dumbledore. He smiled at him and Timothy returned the gesture.
"There you are! What a fine young man you've grown up to, Timothy. Just like your dad. And, just like your dad, I understand you've been having problems seeing things, am I right?" Dumbledore said.
Timothy nodded.
"Well then, I think I can fix that." He picked up the strange pair of glasses, showing them to Timothy. "These are Docspecs. You put them on and they will tell us how well you see. If you need glasses, they'll tell us. Is that alright, Timothy?"
Again, Timothy nodded. Renee folded her hands, watching intently.
Dumbledore gently placed the Docpecs on Timothy and he looked up at Dumbledore through the glasses with wonder.
"Wow! I can see a lot better!" He said happily.
"Of course you can! We're on you!"
Timothy jumped, making Dumbledore laugh silently.
"There's no doubt! This boy needs glasses!" The Docspecs announced. Dumbledore took them off, Timothy looking jumpy.
Dumbledore put the Docspecs away and picked up his wand. He waved it in the air and a pair of black, round rimmed glasses appeared in a spark of red light.
"I believe black does well on you, Timothy," He laughed, placing them on Timothy's face. "At least it does with your father and did for your grandfather!"
Timothy looked back at him, his blue eyes bright with new clear vision. He looked at Renee, smiling, and she saw her son looking just like Harry. Only with her eyes, behind the Potter glasses. Dumbledore laughed, ruffling his hair.
"There now, why don't you go run off and play. I believe Dobby has a young son your age that you can befriend."
"Can I, mum?" Timothy ran over to her, tugging at her robes. She smiled and nodded, and he pranced out of the room, new confidence in his vision.
Dumbledore smiled after him, then looked to Renee.
"You come with another purpose,"
She sighed, sitting down in a chair.
"Yes,"
His grin fell level and he shuffled around his desk.
"Harry has told me. Timothy has been dreaming of Draco Malfoy."
Renee nodded.
"I believe it has something to do with what's going on,"
Dumbledore looked up at her.
"That's not doubtful,"
"He must be more powerful now, at Voldemort's side. They are building… building for the full blow."
Dumbledore said nothing.
"Timothy has a part in it all." Renee muttered, almost angrily.
"Yes, as you have always known." Dumbledore said, quietly.
"I'm afraid for him, Professor."
Dumbledore sighed, looking at her with sympathy.
"He's a Potter, Renee. You know, deep down, that he is just as powerful as you and Harry. Harry surprised even me as a boy, from the time he was a year old to the time he graduated. However, Timothy has a strength that Harry didn't have. He has his parents, you and Harry. Just keep an eye on him, and I'm sure he'll be fine."
Renee sighed, nodding finally.
"I guess." She looked at Dumbledore, who had yawned sleepily. Who knew how old he was, so she decided to make way to leave.
"Thank you for everything, Professor." She said, smiling and standing.
"Don't mention it. It's my pleasure," He smiled.
Renee had to drag Timothy away from Eanard, Dobby's son. They had been playing in the huge living room of the house, playing hide-and-go-seek. Timothy pouted as Renee decided to use Floo powder to get home, since it was steadily cold outside.
When they stepped out of the fire back at their home, Harry was waiting, along with Sirius and Lupin.
"Look at you!" Harry grinned, seeing Timothy's glasses.
"I got glasses like you, dad!" Timothy beamed proudly, pointing to them. He ran over and gave him a hug.
"Now he definitely looks like you, Harry." Lupin commented, smiling at them.
Timothy turned to him.
"Uncle Lupin!" He ran to give him a hug.
"God bless how you've grown!" Lupin said, looking at him.
"It must be in that food Renee makes," Sirius joked. She looked at him sternly.
Harry had been smiling the whole time, but Renee could feel that something was wrong. She glanced at him as Lupin and Sirius led Timothy out of the room.
"We've found something, Renee." He said, not looking at her.
"What is it?" She asked.
When he turned to her, the look in his eyes scared her. It was not often that he was so scared those days, scared of the unknown. Pulling a black piece of cloth out of his robe pocket, he put it in her hands.
It was a flag of some sort, with a white dragon on it.
"What's this?" She whispered.
"We're not too sure, but we found it pinned on… on a muggle."
The strain in his voice struck her like cold water. He was deeply disturbed by it and she could feel it. Sighing deeply, she leaned into him and he put his arms around her.
"This is not Voldemort's," She whispered.
"No… it's not."
That night, Renee went to sleep uneasily, Harry seemingly the same. However, to her surprise, she did not dream. Instead she was woken suddenly by a budge up against her left side. She opened her eyes and stared directly into the blue ones of Timothy.
"Mum?" His little voice was shaking.
"What's wrong?" She whispered, bringing her hand to cradle his face in her palm.
Harry had woken up on the other side of him.
"Timothy? Are you alright?"
"I… I had a bad dream. Can I sleep in here with you?" His eyes were watering.
Renee took his glasses off and tucked the covers around him.
"It's alright now, Timothy. We're here, you're safe." She cooed, running her hand through his hair, which was wet with sweat. His breathing slowed and he was soon fast asleep. Renee looked up at Harry and they stared at each other with frowns. For hours, the two of them simply stared at their sleeping son, the same thoughts running through their minds.
****
"I'm curious to know, Malfoy, why my Death Eaters have not been doing their job lately."
Draco Malfoy stood behind his master like usual, on one knee, facing the fireplace.
"It's a plan, my master, to get the aurors off their guard."
Voldemort turned to him, his eyes full of malice.
"You think them fools enough to let their guard down?!"
Malfoy quivered.
"No, my master."
"Then why waste our time with doing nothing when we could be doing something?!" Voldemort roared.
Malfoy, his mind inside sneering at every spoken word, replied.
"It's to bring both the Potters out… the Etam Luos has been out of the circle with their child."
"The Potters are no longer your concern, but mine!" Voldemort bellowed. "I failed the last time because of you!"
Malfoy's internal sneer showed through, which was a mistake. Voldemort hit him with "Crucio!" and he was on the floor.
"No… no." Voldemort seethed, braking the curse. "I have been thinking… thinking these past five years on how to finally rid myself of the Potters. I have now made use of an old friend of mine, who Potter has a debt with. He is on his way to make a visit with him." He spat at Malfoy, who tried real hard to contain himself.
"You will get my Death Eaters back to business… to keep the other aurors busy while I deal with the Potters. When I'm through with them, with no interruption, I'll be back to deal with the child. Do you understand me? Or should I just get rid of you like I did your father, so many years ago?"
Malfoy climbed to his feet, forcing himself to keep calm and hide what he truly felt.
"Yes, my master. I will get everyone back out,"
Voldemort whirled around to face the fire again.
"Go."
Malfoy hobbled outside, once the door was closed, his face twisted into fury.
"Oh, yes… I will get everyone out… out against you."
A/N: ::ducks blows to the head:: I know, I know... you want to slap me. But hey, you can most likely tell I got lost and bord. I don't want that to happen... but I couldn't jump to the parts that I want to write too soon... so this chapter had to happen. I guess you can call it "chapter 4 part 1" heehee. But the real chapter 4 has to get up here... so I PROMISE that it will be 10 times better... honest!
::ducks some thrown shoes and runs back to word processor::
~OrcaPotter
However, like all seemingly minor things... there is stuff in here that you need to pay attention to that has importance later on.
Enjoy, none the less.
DISCLAIMER: ::looks around:: Would the real J.K. Rowling please stand up?
Chapter Three: What May Come
Weeks went by and things continued to be quiet. Harry returned to the circle of aurors, teaming up with Sirius and Lupin to try and get to the bottom of whatever it was that was going on. Renee waited for him everyday at the front door, like she had everyday for the past five years. Harry's news of nothing bothered her every time, and she could sense that he was going through the same frustration.
Timothy was the only thing that took her mind off of Voldemort and the Dark Arts. While he hadn't mentioned anything more about Malfoy, or even complained of a nightmare, she could feel that something was bothering him.
"We're going to go out today, Timothy." She said to him one morning, getting him up from bed.
"Where?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes open as Renee pulled his pajama top off him.
"To Professor Dumbledore's house. You remember him, don't you?" She put a clean shirt over him, along with a vest, fixing the shirt collar around his neck.
"Sorta," Timothy yawned. "Why are we going there?"
"He's gonna fix you up with some glasses, so you can see better. Then we're just gonna talk a while." She put some black slacks on him.
"You mean, glasses like dad's?" He asked, holding on to his stuffed owl.
"Yup. Let's go eat breakfast, he'll be expecting us soon." Renee tried to brush his hair without result, sighed, then led him into the kitchen.
Before mid-morning, Renee was holding Timothy's small hand as they walked up the large stone steps to Dumbledore's huge house. It was a very chilly November day and the wind howled through Timothy's hair while she tried to straighten it out. Dobby the house-elf greeted them at the door.
"Mrs. Potter, ma'am!" He shrieked excitedly, making Timothy jump. "And look! It's little Timothy Potter! Oh, do come in!"
They did so, and a flurry of house-elves came to take their cloaks. Timothy was glued to Renee's side, eyeing his surroundings with half-wonder, half-fear. She squeezed him gently around the shoulder.
"Mr. Dumbledore is expecting you, Mrs. Potter." Dobby bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Dobby. It's nice to see you again." She nodded her head, following him up the large staircase that led to Dumbledore's study.
"Mr. Harry Potter talks of you all the time! It's wonderful to see you and the little Harry Potter well!" He piped cheerfully, leading them into a large hallway. "I myself have a ruttler now!"
"A ruttler?" Renee looked down at him, puzzled.
"Oh, yes! A ruttler… a child!" He squeaked.
"Why, Dobby! That's wonderful! How come you never said anything?"
"Did not want to interrupt." He said carefully. "He's about young Timothy's age, now."
"Harry never said…" Renee muttered.
"There you are!" Said a kind, yet real tired voice from inside the study in which they were standing in front of.
Renee, holding Timothy's hand, walked in. Professor Dumbledore, looking ancient and worn, sat behind his enormous desk. She smiled broadly at him and the twinkle in his eyes were as bright as ever. He looked down at Timothy, who was still glued to Renee's side.
"My, my, my… look at how much he's grown," He whispered, smiling kindly at him. "Amazing, how the Potter males retain the same features. He's a miniature Harry! But the eyes, just like Harry does, he has yours… Renee."
Renee looked down at Timothy, smiling. He was looking at Dumbledore and his face was no longer worried with fear. He was more relaxed.
"The eyes is one reason why we're here, Professor." She said.
Dumbledore nodded, pulling out his wand and placing it on top of the desk. He then reached into a drawer and took out a weird looking set of glasses.
"Come over here, Timothy, if you would be so kind."
With a moment's hesitation, and a slight nudge from Renee, Timothy walked slowly over to stand in front of Dumbledore. He smiled at him and Timothy returned the gesture.
"There you are! What a fine young man you've grown up to, Timothy. Just like your dad. And, just like your dad, I understand you've been having problems seeing things, am I right?" Dumbledore said.
Timothy nodded.
"Well then, I think I can fix that." He picked up the strange pair of glasses, showing them to Timothy. "These are Docspecs. You put them on and they will tell us how well you see. If you need glasses, they'll tell us. Is that alright, Timothy?"
Again, Timothy nodded. Renee folded her hands, watching intently.
Dumbledore gently placed the Docpecs on Timothy and he looked up at Dumbledore through the glasses with wonder.
"Wow! I can see a lot better!" He said happily.
"Of course you can! We're on you!"
Timothy jumped, making Dumbledore laugh silently.
"There's no doubt! This boy needs glasses!" The Docspecs announced. Dumbledore took them off, Timothy looking jumpy.
Dumbledore put the Docspecs away and picked up his wand. He waved it in the air and a pair of black, round rimmed glasses appeared in a spark of red light.
"I believe black does well on you, Timothy," He laughed, placing them on Timothy's face. "At least it does with your father and did for your grandfather!"
Timothy looked back at him, his blue eyes bright with new clear vision. He looked at Renee, smiling, and she saw her son looking just like Harry. Only with her eyes, behind the Potter glasses. Dumbledore laughed, ruffling his hair.
"There now, why don't you go run off and play. I believe Dobby has a young son your age that you can befriend."
"Can I, mum?" Timothy ran over to her, tugging at her robes. She smiled and nodded, and he pranced out of the room, new confidence in his vision.
Dumbledore smiled after him, then looked to Renee.
"You come with another purpose,"
She sighed, sitting down in a chair.
"Yes,"
His grin fell level and he shuffled around his desk.
"Harry has told me. Timothy has been dreaming of Draco Malfoy."
Renee nodded.
"I believe it has something to do with what's going on,"
Dumbledore looked up at her.
"That's not doubtful,"
"He must be more powerful now, at Voldemort's side. They are building… building for the full blow."
Dumbledore said nothing.
"Timothy has a part in it all." Renee muttered, almost angrily.
"Yes, as you have always known." Dumbledore said, quietly.
"I'm afraid for him, Professor."
Dumbledore sighed, looking at her with sympathy.
"He's a Potter, Renee. You know, deep down, that he is just as powerful as you and Harry. Harry surprised even me as a boy, from the time he was a year old to the time he graduated. However, Timothy has a strength that Harry didn't have. He has his parents, you and Harry. Just keep an eye on him, and I'm sure he'll be fine."
Renee sighed, nodding finally.
"I guess." She looked at Dumbledore, who had yawned sleepily. Who knew how old he was, so she decided to make way to leave.
"Thank you for everything, Professor." She said, smiling and standing.
"Don't mention it. It's my pleasure," He smiled.
Renee had to drag Timothy away from Eanard, Dobby's son. They had been playing in the huge living room of the house, playing hide-and-go-seek. Timothy pouted as Renee decided to use Floo powder to get home, since it was steadily cold outside.
When they stepped out of the fire back at their home, Harry was waiting, along with Sirius and Lupin.
"Look at you!" Harry grinned, seeing Timothy's glasses.
"I got glasses like you, dad!" Timothy beamed proudly, pointing to them. He ran over and gave him a hug.
"Now he definitely looks like you, Harry." Lupin commented, smiling at them.
Timothy turned to him.
"Uncle Lupin!" He ran to give him a hug.
"God bless how you've grown!" Lupin said, looking at him.
"It must be in that food Renee makes," Sirius joked. She looked at him sternly.
Harry had been smiling the whole time, but Renee could feel that something was wrong. She glanced at him as Lupin and Sirius led Timothy out of the room.
"We've found something, Renee." He said, not looking at her.
"What is it?" She asked.
When he turned to her, the look in his eyes scared her. It was not often that he was so scared those days, scared of the unknown. Pulling a black piece of cloth out of his robe pocket, he put it in her hands.
It was a flag of some sort, with a white dragon on it.
"What's this?" She whispered.
"We're not too sure, but we found it pinned on… on a muggle."
The strain in his voice struck her like cold water. He was deeply disturbed by it and she could feel it. Sighing deeply, she leaned into him and he put his arms around her.
"This is not Voldemort's," She whispered.
"No… it's not."
That night, Renee went to sleep uneasily, Harry seemingly the same. However, to her surprise, she did not dream. Instead she was woken suddenly by a budge up against her left side. She opened her eyes and stared directly into the blue ones of Timothy.
"Mum?" His little voice was shaking.
"What's wrong?" She whispered, bringing her hand to cradle his face in her palm.
Harry had woken up on the other side of him.
"Timothy? Are you alright?"
"I… I had a bad dream. Can I sleep in here with you?" His eyes were watering.
Renee took his glasses off and tucked the covers around him.
"It's alright now, Timothy. We're here, you're safe." She cooed, running her hand through his hair, which was wet with sweat. His breathing slowed and he was soon fast asleep. Renee looked up at Harry and they stared at each other with frowns. For hours, the two of them simply stared at their sleeping son, the same thoughts running through their minds.
****
"I'm curious to know, Malfoy, why my Death Eaters have not been doing their job lately."
Draco Malfoy stood behind his master like usual, on one knee, facing the fireplace.
"It's a plan, my master, to get the aurors off their guard."
Voldemort turned to him, his eyes full of malice.
"You think them fools enough to let their guard down?!"
Malfoy quivered.
"No, my master."
"Then why waste our time with doing nothing when we could be doing something?!" Voldemort roared.
Malfoy, his mind inside sneering at every spoken word, replied.
"It's to bring both the Potters out… the Etam Luos has been out of the circle with their child."
"The Potters are no longer your concern, but mine!" Voldemort bellowed. "I failed the last time because of you!"
Malfoy's internal sneer showed through, which was a mistake. Voldemort hit him with "Crucio!" and he was on the floor.
"No… no." Voldemort seethed, braking the curse. "I have been thinking… thinking these past five years on how to finally rid myself of the Potters. I have now made use of an old friend of mine, who Potter has a debt with. He is on his way to make a visit with him." He spat at Malfoy, who tried real hard to contain himself.
"You will get my Death Eaters back to business… to keep the other aurors busy while I deal with the Potters. When I'm through with them, with no interruption, I'll be back to deal with the child. Do you understand me? Or should I just get rid of you like I did your father, so many years ago?"
Malfoy climbed to his feet, forcing himself to keep calm and hide what he truly felt.
"Yes, my master. I will get everyone back out,"
Voldemort whirled around to face the fire again.
"Go."
Malfoy hobbled outside, once the door was closed, his face twisted into fury.
"Oh, yes… I will get everyone out… out against you."
A/N: ::ducks blows to the head:: I know, I know... you want to slap me. But hey, you can most likely tell I got lost and bord. I don't want that to happen... but I couldn't jump to the parts that I want to write too soon... so this chapter had to happen. I guess you can call it "chapter 4 part 1" heehee. But the real chapter 4 has to get up here... so I PROMISE that it will be 10 times better... honest!
::ducks some thrown shoes and runs back to word processor::
~OrcaPotter