Chapter 3: Shocking Familiar News
Harry visited Eliza again during the night. He only popped in (literally) to say hi and only had time to give a present for her, a packet of Oreos; her favorite. When Harry got back to his room he started to read Lunar Wishes.
Harold Johnson Patrick,
Daniel Alexander Maxwell,
Carlisle Frederick Gates,
Nicholas Jasper Lexington.
These four boys were friends ever since they were kidnapped by a man named Marcus Fuller. Time after time, they changed their situation of kidnapped to rescued 2 weeks after they were taken. At the age of 7, they were given up by their parents to a distant relative or orphanage who hated them; and at the age of 8 they were taken by Marcus.
The parents of the kids would act worried and sad; but they did this to get pity from others and to make sure they look like an ordinary parent.
No one knows what year this happened. Rumors dated to be around the 1600's or the 1800's. This legend is a normal bedtime story to some, but others know that the descendents of the 4 will rise again. This is their story.
So far, Harry was intrigued.
Daniel was locked in his room when meetings were held by his father and was raised up in the Dark side. His parents were close servants to the Dark King, and so he was destined to be one as well. At 7 he was sent to his uncle who just locked him in a room with only a cat flap to bring food for him. He was the most cunning out of all of them. Daniel had a Diamond-Head snake as his familiar.
Carlisle grew up having to care for his family. He worked hard as a child trying to help get income for his poor family. One day he ran away from sheer pressure from his employer. Carlisle lived on the streets until he was taken by an orphanage at the age of 7 and met Nicholas there. He was the most curious out of everyone. He had a small cat as his familiar.
Nicholas grew up with no parents. His parents were alive, but were in a mental state where they didn't know him. He stayed with his grandmother who tried to kill him on a monthly basis. At the age of 7 he was sent to a magical orphanage. He was the most loyal out of all of them. He had a wood nymph as his familiar
Harold took a while to open up with his feelings and past. He was neglected by his parents and was left to defend for himself. He was sent to his aunt who adored him but hated everything about magic, since she was a Squib. He was smart, cunning, brave and loyal. He was the powerful one out of them all. He had three familiars, a shadow wolf, a fire phoenix and a snow owl.
9 years after they were taken, they returned back to their country to fight the Dark. They went to a Magical School to protect incase Dark would strike. The 4 were separated into different houses and soon combined the houses to fight a battle which would once come soon.
One night it came.
There was no moon in the sky and the children all were eating supper. A loud explosion had shaken the Light Hall and the young ones screamed. The headmaster ordered prefects to lead students to their assigned dormitories. Anyone of age could fight.
Dark servants rammed in a couple of minutes after the kids had gone to find the teachers, a couple of students and the 4 brothers ready to fight. They dueled and fought bravely. Several teachers fell, but a lot of Dark Fighters fell beaten in front of the Fabulous 4.
The Dark King stepped in and fought the Headmaster. When the headmaster was cornered and beaten; Harold stood in and fought for him. Outside the rain fell hard. As lightning stroke, the Dark King had fallen dead and Harold had stood alive. Everyone else stopped fighting as the Dark Fighters burned to ashes because their master had fallen.
Everyone rejoiced, but some proclaimed someone else as the Defeater of the Dark King. The allies of the 4 circled that 'so-called' savior and defended Harold.
Years later, Light had returned to the world and the 4 had fallen in love. But whenever Dark struck, the 4 (or their descendents) would fight again. And when the day came when their families were sorry and forgiven, Dark shall be gone forever.
'That was interesting, if only that happened to me.' He thought before he went to sleep. Harry didn't sleep well that night; he kept tossing and turning as if he had something in mind.
The next morning, Harry woke up to the sound of chirping birds. He couldn't help the house-elves this morning, he thought. He had overslept.
Harry showered quickly and changed into some muggle clothing; jeans and a red and white striped polo.
He walked downstairs to the dining room to see his parents and brother in wizard robes. Richard smirked at his attire and went back to stuffing his face.
"You really are a disgrace, Harry. Can't you be more like you're brother?" His mother asked. He turned his head to look at Richard, who yet again, had overfilled his mouth.
"I'm sorry mother. I couldn't sleep last night."
"Eat up. We're going to Diagon Alley today," like we have always done on a Saturday for the past 6 years Harry finished off in his head.
Every Saturday the Potter family would go to Diagon Alley to make sure their fame still stood. They would make a big scene at what they were buying and make sure the reporters catch their every move. Only one time did they post something bad, his brother, Richard, had tasted one of the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans and vomited it back out. He claimed it was tomato.
That event had made the front page of the Daily Prophet saying the 'so called' weakness of Richard Sirius Potter was tomatoes! Harry had laughed right out that week. He still had the newspaper clipping as a shrine.
After eating breakfast, Harry rushed up to his room before his brother could get up. Taking a glance at his vase, he skipped merrily to his small wardrobe and pulled out a deep green colored second hand wizard robes. Putting them on over his Muggle clothes, Harry tidied his books on his floor.
So far, he got most of them in alphabetical order.
He walked out of his room and shut the door quietly. After passing his brother's room, he had heard Richard complaining to his mother about not having enough robes to wear. 'Arrogant prat' Harry thought.
He knew his parents would leave at exactly 11am (they announced it loudly to the reporters one day), so Harry had to leave the house at anywhere before 10. Taking some Polyjuice Potion from the closet, Harry put some muggle hairs into the potion; the ones he got from the village and drank the dark blue colored potion.
He felt his body grow a little shorter. Looking in the mirror beside the fireplace, he had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiled. The reporters wouldn't recognize him. He then put the glass down and stepped into the fireplace.
"The Leaky Cauldron." He shouted. Harry never needed floo powder. He could do it using his powers.
He then felt as if he was spinning; spinning fast and hard. He kept his eyes open for the fun of it. He saw flashes of bricks and other people using the Floo for communications, but he never heard them.
He was pushed out of the fireplace by an invisible hand and he coughed. He fell to the floor slightly and stood up. Around him were reporters standing there in case the Potters came. Hah! Harry thought. There's one here!
Harry squeezed his way through the paparazzi and got to the brick wall. Without any wand, Harry traced his hand in the normal pattern. The brick wall slid against each other and opened a big archway; Harry stepped through and made his way to Flourish and Blotts.
The shop was nearly empty since it was still early morning. He only had one hour to keep the disguise on. After that he had to hide in Knockturn Alley and use his Metamorphagus powers to change back into another person.
Harry looked around in the shop while weighing his pocket of money. He only had 6 galleons and 3 sickles; but he didn't want a book.
Walking out again, Harry strode along the street in case something caught his eye. In the Quidditch shop, the new Thunderbolt had come out. So far, it was the second fastest broom in the world. Taking his attention away from the broom, he turned to a small animal shop in on of the alleys. Magical Creatures and Pets the sign read. On one of the stands there stood a snowy white owl. It caught his eye and flew to his shoulder.
The shopkeeper came out and saw Harry's shocked face.
"He has chosen you. Take him, he's for free." The shopkeeper smiled a toothy grin and went back in.
Harry was befuddled by the old man's words. Shaking his head he walked into the shop looking around. Owls galore, different sizes, shapes and colors. Cats and dogs, as well as strange animals. In the far corner there sat a husky. It seemed half husky, half wolf. The coat of the husky was white mixed with some pale blue. The husky's colored coat was strange to him, but that was what burned the curiosity in him.
Walking to him with his hand stretched out, he didn't feel the eyes of the shopkeeper on him. Harry patted the head of the husky and the husky soon started to lick his palm. Giggling, Harry pulled his hand away. He smiled at it and gave it his hand again. This time a large white flash had brightened at his hand.
The shopkeeper had started clapping behind him and Harry pivoted to face him.
"He is now you're familiar. He chose you; just like your owl chose you. You will one day become powerful. Just remember, not everyone is kind and generous. Goodbye."
The man disappeared into thin air and the shop was disappearing as well. Now instead standing in Diagon Alley; he was standing in a dark alley. Shocked, Harry closed his mouth.
He looked at the husky and talked to himself.
"Hmm… "He wondered. "What to name you…"
Trying to find the husky's gender he saw the dog as a girl.
"What about Talia?" He wondered out loud.
I would like that.
Harry was shocked. "Who is that?"
It's me, young master; even though you are you aren't in your usual form.
"Talia? Is that you?"
You don't have to talk out loud. Talk in your thoughts and I would hear you. Of course, only if you speak Siberian; which in this case, you can.
'Wow, Siberian….' He thought
I understand you being overwhelmed. You see, our minds are all connected by you; because I and Hedwig here are your familiars.
'Hedwig? That's your name?' Harry asked in his head.
Yes, it's me; unless you want to name me something else of course.
'No no. Your name is fine.'
So how about we go to your house and discuss?
Yeah? Why not?
'Umm, I guess? I'll meet you there.'
Okay, young master. We'll see you soon.
Yep. Meet you at your nest.
And then they flew off. Harry bid goodbye to them all and wondered how to get back to Diagon Alley. The shop must have been an illusion for him to enter. He sighed. How was he going to get home? He needed to get home somehow.
He could either choose between apparating, making a portkey, try to find a Floo network OR stay where he was. He didn't want to do anything illegal so he chose apparating instead.
Focusing on his bedroom, he had to break through the Anti-Apparation shields without warning anyone; once inside them in his mind, he forced his body through the gap he had made with his mind. Soon his body had disappeared from the Alley and reappeared in his bedroom.
Smiling, he heard noises from his right side. He turned to find Talia barking in his mind.
I see you have returned. What took you so long?
'I had to find a way home!'
You didn't have too! We could've sparked you here!'
'Sparked?'
It's a way for ancient familiars to transport to a different place. We have lived hundreds of years and have waited for you to come and get us. Our older master has left this world; and we have sought out many descendants of his, but none were worthy. You, my master, are.
You should take a look at your left hand; your ancestors mark should be there.
Indeed, on his left hand there was a white colored shape almost like a lightning bolt. 'Wow,' he thought, 'what a coincidence!'
This is your mark. We also have it upon us. You have been chosen as the powerful one since birth. A new legend will be made; and you must live up to it. I assume you want to know your ancestors name?
'Uhh… how you know that?' Just to make sure what he said was right, Harry looked for a lightning bolt mark and found one on its left hind leg. Hedwig had hers under her beak.
Our minds are connected, anything you think: we think. We will one day train you to keep your thoughts away from us.
'So… If I want to insult you like a retort I never wanted to say, would you hear it?'
As much as I wouldn't like that, yes we would hear it.
Shut up Hedwig, let me talk. Harry, your ancestors name was Harold Johnson Patrick: H.J.P. Are the same initials as your full name. This is another clue.
'So; what do I do now?' He questioned. In his mind Hedwig was yapping his mouth to make it look like he was indicating that Talia was talking too much herself.
Shut it Hedwig! Well, to answer your question Harry, we wait. Soon you'll follow the prophecy that was made in the 1600's.
'Can you recite the prophecy?'
I'll try my best.
Dark shall return, feeding itself on innocent lives.
Shadows shall rise and Light shall fall.
4 men shall be in the way before Light dies.
They will fight to save all.
Either side shall win while the other falls.
If defeated, Dark shall disappear and die.
If not, Dark will suck the love and rule the world.
That's only a part of it. Living 300 years can totally change your memory. Oh, I forgot to mention. You will be having more familiars as well. 4 or 3 in total I think. We got separated when your ancestor bid us farewell. I left with Hedwig. Hedwig? Oh Hedwig? Are you there? Wake up!
Apparently, Hedwig had fallen asleep halfway Talia's explanation. Harry giggled as he walked to his bed to relax and write what had just happened.
Oh, and Harry?
'Yes Talia?'
I won't be helping you with any tests or exams!
'Thank you for not going to. I wouldn't want to cheat.'
I'm going to hunt. You guys bore me. ALL this politeness is getting to me. Tootles.
Once he had gone, Harry checked the side table clock to see 5 hours had gone by. Time flies.
It sure does.
'Get out of my head! I need privacy!'
Nope.
He wanted to learn how to block people right now, but he had to be patient.
Yes, you do.
'GO to SLEEP!' He shouted in his mind.
Okay, okay. Keep your head on!
He had missed lunch and was hungry. He asked for Eliza and she popped right in. Harry had to explain what had happened that day with Talia, Hedwig and him. The illusion shop was included in the description as well. Once she had her mouth closed from catching flies, Harry kindly asked for a chicken sandwich. She nodded and left.
Three minutes later she had come back. The chicken sandwich had taken his attention and he muttered a goodbye to Eliza. By that time, Hedwig had returned.
I see you've shut her up! I thank you so much! I hate it when she talks too much.
I'm still alive you know?
Oh.
'Guys, go to sleep! This person here wants his privacy!'
Sorry.
Sorry.
'It's okay. I'll be back; I want to hear in on my parents order meeting.'
Sure; I need a wink or so anyway.
Yeah, sure; just make sure Talia shuts up.
You shut up.
Yeah, yeah. I don't care.
Harry left them to their bickering and left the room invisible. He was much too invisible for Dumbledore to feel his presence. He also made sure he put a quieting spell on his movements; this way no one could hear him. He walked silently along the hall, until he reached the room where meetings were held. He also put a walking through spell to walk through the heavily armed door. He braced himself for impact. None came and he soon found voices.
"We must train Richard!" An old man's voice bargained.
"Train for what, Death-eaters? There all in Azkaban aren't they?' A woman's voice asked.
"Yeah, you told us the threat was gone!" A young man's voice accused.
"I told you that, because I wanted Richard to live a peaceful life with no worry; but the time is near. Voldemort will return."
Harry never flinched from the half-blood's name. One reason is the fact he was angry for the time he ruined his family. Lily and James Potter never flinched but now they did, for the worry of his return.
"You said he died! He was gone! Richard made him disappear! We saw his cloak and wand!"
"He didn't die; he just was merely weakened. He will return and hunt Richard!"
There was a moment of silence.
"If we train Richard, won't Harry be jealous?"
"True."
Harry was even surprised that he was thought about by his parents. He thought they never knew he existed!
"Don't you have a sister Lily?"
"Yeah, but she hates everything to do with magic."
"Harry's a squib! He can't do any magic!"
"Well that's settled Lily. Harry will go to your sister's and live there for a while and when Richard graduates," 'If he graduates' Harry thought, "they'll meet."
"Okay," His mother was uncertain. "But won't he think that we don't love him? I want him to remember that!"
There was a flash of noises and it sounded like someone had stepped out of the fireplace.
"He already thinks that, Lily."
"What? I love Harry as much as I love Richard, Remus." Lily told him. James and Dumbledore just listened in.
"What's Richard's pocket money?"
"He gets 20 Galleons a week, why does this matter to the subject?"
"How much does Harry earn a week?"
"Five Galleons…." She trailed off. She knew the problem.
"What are Richard's heirlooms?" Remus asked again.
"He has the amulet, pendant, cup and dagger." She whispered.
"What are Harry's heirlooms?" Remus repeated.
"The vase…. You mean the vase which broke yesterday!" She realized, tears pricked at her eyes.
"Yes. And to be honest, I have never seen you two acts like that, yesterday." He accused
"We're sorry…" Lily and James answered quietly, ashamed of themselves.
"Anyway, it's your choice on how to treat your children," Remus stated. "I'm leaving, but first I'm going to say goodbye to Harry. He won't see me for 2 months." Remus left again.
Realizing that if he wouldn't find Harry in his room, he'd go berserk; Harry asked Hedwig to listen in on the conversation and he softly, apparated back onto his bed. Just in time; Remus craned his head through the crack of the open door.
"Hey, cub." Remus cracked a smile.
Harry smiled back and answered a reply back. "Hi."
Harry put on a fake façade, knowing that if he didn't, it would hurt my godfather. It was hard to smile real now, knowing that his parents were to give him away; it hurt. Knowing they don't really love him or care about him at all. It hurt.
"What's wrong?" Remus asked, suddenly concerned.
"Nothing." Harry looked away from him, knowing it wouldn't fool him.
"I know there's something Harry." He replied.
"It's just… I am tired of being ignored! My parents just care about Richard; they give everything to him and almost nothing to me! 'Richard this, Richard that!' I just…." Harry started to ramble and then started crying.
Uncle Remus took Harry into his arms and let Harry cry his feelings out into his shoulder. They sat like that for a while until Harry quieted.
"Look, Harry, your parents love you so much. It's just with Richard being the 'Chosen One'; they want him to live a normal and happy life,"
Harry interrupted. "While I live a hateful and neglected life, I know."
Remus smiled. "Not what I was going to say, but, yes, I guess; and Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry muttered.
"I have to go for two months; order business. Okay?"
"Yes…" Harry muttered again.
"Hey. Cheer up. I'll see you soon!"
Harry cracked a hesitant smile and looked into his godfather's amber eyes. There was humor tracing his eyes but with a hint of seriousness. His godfather's aura consisted of pure white along small, thin lines of grey. His white part was his choice of the two sides and the grey lines were his condition.
Harry could see auras…
"I have to go. See you soon Harry." Remus placed Harry back onto his bed carefully and walked out his room with one last smile. Harry sighed.
A few minutes later, Hedwig flew in.
I'm sorry. She dropped her head and didn't talk for a while.
'What? What's wrong? Hedwig, tell me!'
We're sorry. We'll see you one day.
Harry swung his head to look at them, just in time to see them disappear.
'What?' Harry was confused.
"Harry!" His mother hollered from downstairs.
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and trudged out of bed and down the stairs. Maybe he had skipped dinner and forgot to attend and would get some beating now. He wondered.
He walked down the stairs quietly, unlike his arrogant fat brother.
At the bottom of the staircase, his mother stood beside his father with a big smile on her face.
"Yes?"
"We arranged you to go live with your Aunt till you're of age. Okay? So pack your stuff."
They were about to walk away when Harry said something.
"So you're just going to abandon me?"
"No, no. Not at all. You're just going to go for a couple of years. Okay? Go pack your stuff now, we're leaving soon."
"No. You mean I'm leaving," his parents were about to retort but he continued. "I know you just want to get rid of me. I knew all along you never cared about me! It was always Richard this, Richard that! Never me! I don't even know if you're my parents anymore, because you never act like it. I hate you. Hate you all." And with that, Harry rushed up the stairs to pack for his fucking family and left behind a shocked father and crying mother.
He slammed the door. Harry cried his heart out and collapsed on the floor. He sobbed and sobbed before getting up to pack. He half-heartedly did an enlarging charm on the inside of his trunk and started to fill his trunk with books. When he got to the book Lunar Wishes his heart broke. He would never see his Uncle Remus anymore. Dropping the book into the trunk he hugged himself around his stomach and cried more.
It was then, when Harry had a change of heart on everything.
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Harry looked around his room. The room was much to empty to relax and sleep now; all the comfy books were locked away in his trunk along with several items of his clothing. His eyes were all red and puffy and his vision got worse.
Everything he owned was in the trunk; even the vase which broke the day before. He had placed it in the bubble wrap from one of Richard's old toy boxes.
He dragged his trunk down the stairs without one last look at his prison room. When he got down to the bottom of the staircase, no one was there to meet him. The only thing there was a small boot. His old small boot from when he was a toddler. He guessed they didn't want anything from him to remember him. He snorted in disappointment. As he held the boot, he was engulfed in a blue light.