Albus Dumbledore and the Hogwarts staff were sitting at the head table when it suddenly happened. They along with the students were enjoying lunch when it suddenly went quiet, the air grew tense and everyone felt a pressure through the air as well. Albus slowly stood and eyed the the great doors warily, barely noticing the rest of the teachers doing the same. They were all reaching for their wands, preparing for an attack. Minutes ticked by when the Bloody Baren floated by,
"Do not attack this man who now comes. He may be able to help." Before Albus could ask him what he meant as he floated away, then it happened. A big bang followed by a flash of bright light had students diving for cover, and many of the lower years screamed thinking it was an attack. Once the light cleared all turned to see a young man standing there with a beautiful black snake with silver eyes wrapped around his left arm, a silver mini dragon wrapped around his neck, and the real kicker? He had a beautiful deep purple phoenix, whose feathers looked like velvet perched on his right arm. The man himself wore everything black and he wore black battle robes. Albus spoke in a commanding tone, "Who are you?"
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Vivid green eyes scanned the hall, ignoring the question all together. He closed his eyes, here she was whole, here his mum was safe. He ignored everything. The teachers, the students now clambering out to their dormitories. He spread his magic trying yo connect to Hogwarts and a deep rumbling, although female voice replied,
"Welcome home my little prince." He smiled, opening his eyes and he surveyed the shocked faces. He sat down on the floor, not caring that he had upset his familiars. He put bth hands on the floor,
"I'm glad to be home mum." The silence seemed defeaning, only broken by the low soft rumble of Hogwarts that almost sounded like a purr. Eventually though, Harry, noticing that Albus was getting frustrated, the scene was broken by... you guessed it, Albus.
"Who Are You?" Finally Harry looked up and noticed the people around. He first laid eyes on his mum, his biological mum, beautiful red arburn hair, and her trademark green eyes, here... alive. He soon saw his father. Familiar black hair much like a birds nest, though his was now smooth thanks to its length, and hazel eyes staring at him from behind glasses, sizing him up. Soon he saw Remus Lupin, looking so much better then back in his old world, he smiled at the man, who merely gazed back impassively. Harry's smile fading, his gaze eventually landed on Sirius Black, his beloved Godfather. He looked the same except he was clean cut and his eyes held no shadows of Azkaban. He held back his tears, desperately wishing for his Sirius. Soon familiar faces came into view, McGonagall, Hagrid, Hooch, Flitwick, and, wait, who? Where Severus had always sat was now a man who looked young, maybe mid-twenties, black hair slicked back,
'Like Draco,' he thought, 'I miss him.' He was slightly tan and extrememly familiar and as soon as their eyes met he knew why.
'Oh my Fucking God!' He was internally panicking, while he immediately crouched down into a fighting stance hissing out,
"Riddle!" The man's eyes widend a bit before narrowing,
"Do we know each other?"
"Headmaster? Are you aware you have the Dark Lord under your roof?"