Chapter Three
Vixen ran up the stairs of her new home and pushed open the door of the boy Mistress called Ron the Great Pillock. Looking inside the room that she rarely entered vixen decided she liked the room very much and so climbed inside what mistress called Cupboard and marked all the removable furs as her own. Satisfied, Vixen left the room in her girl form and went to sleep on top of Mistresses Bed.
Five minuets later...
"ARAGH," Ron screamed when confronted my smelly wet clothes within his cupboard. Ron marched out of his room and down the hall until he stood outside Ginny's door and rapped it hardly.
"What is it?" Ginny's soft voice called from within.
"What is it, you ask? GINNY! YOUR BLOODY FOX HAS PISSED ON ALL MY BLOODY CLOTHES!! THATS WHAT IT BLOODY WEL IS!" Ron bellowed at Ginny's closed door.
"Please don't swear brother dear, you might ruin my childish innocence." Ginny called gently, slightly mocking.
"I'LL RUIN MORE THAN THAT!" Ron started trying to break Ginny's door down. Molly Weasley came up the stairs, having heard Ron swearing she had realized something needed a mothers intervention. She saw saw Ron punching, and splintering Ginny's door and promptly drew out her wand.
"Perfectus totalius" Molly said and Ron fell down, frozen.
"Thanks mum, Ron was threatening to kill me because I'm nothing more than slimy vampire scum, " a teary voice said from inside.
"Oh dear!" Molly said and glared her frozen son on the floor. Then gently said "Are you hurt, my poor baby?"
"Not physically, I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. Ron said you were just pretending to like me and I should never have been born. Ron's right, I'm worthless!" Ginny sobbed from within, Molly's heart all but broke.
"Your not a disappointment! Your father and I love you very much..." Molly was teary now "Come out and let me hug you my poor baby!"
"Ok mummy, I love you too," Ginny opened the door and hugged her mother. And since Molly's back was to him, Ginny peaked around her mother who was currently hugging her so much she could barely breath and stuck her tounge out at her brother. Ginny could see inside his eyes surprised furiousness. Ginny felt her mum start to pull back, quickly she called tears up to her eyes. When Molly looked down at her daughters face she could barely control her rage at her youngest son.
"Will you be alright dear?" Molly asked softly.
"Yes mummy... Can I just be alone for little while?" Ginny asked Molly softly.
"Of course dear," Molly existed the room and then looked down at still frozen Ron. "You'll be lucky if you ever fly again," She said to him curtly and walked off, leaving Ron frozen on the ground.
Quietly, once she was sure her mother was gone, Ginny opened her door again and looked down at her brother and said quietly to him, "I win," and then retreated back inside her room. She barely noticed the thoughts of anger coming to her from Ron as she closed the door behind her. Barely. Ginny could though. She could also feel Ron's thoughts of Slytherin Vamperic Bitch directed right at her.
A strange old man wearing what looked suspiciously like a dress sat in the Dursleys dinning room sipping a cup of tea, waiting for them to come home from their trip to the theater, Harry Potter was at Mrs Figgs so the man sat alone. When the Dursleys returned, Harry in toe and saw the strange man wearing what looked suspicously like a dress sitting in their dinning room sipping tea a chain of event were set off. First Petunia fainted, secondly Vernon swore, thirdly the man smilled and invited them to join him in their dinning room and finally Vernon got overwhelmed and punched the strange old man wea- oh you get what i mean.
The strange man placed his fingers gingerly to his cheek and then pulled it back. "Mr Dursley I must say that you have quite a mean right hook, as they say," the man blinked his eyes twice then rubbed his jaw, "quite mean infact".
Vernon blustered for awhile then finally spat out the words, "what are you doing in my home!?" The strange man smiled and gestured for Vernon to sit down. Vernon swayed on his feet for a moment and then sat down in favorite seat. he crossed his tree like arms across his chest and glared at the man. "Well?"
"Mr Dursley you are of course aware that Harry is a wizard?" the man asked. As he said those words Vernon bristled and the two boys who were currently standing over petunias unconscious body gawked at the words.
"We know hes one of your type," Vernon spat.
"Yes on of "my" type. We've been monitoring your house-, "Vernon froze, " and found their is not one but two magical orientated people on your property. Your son is a wizard Mr Dursley; and he has, for reasons unknown to us, been suppressing his magic." Vernon face split into a smile as he heard those words.
"So he's making himself normal? Atta boy Dudders!" Vernon said, "The other one was to weak to, eh? But not my Dudders, he's a normal boy."
The strange man appeared shocked. "Mr Dursley if your son continues to suppress his magic out of fear, hate or anything he will die! And quite young to, Mr Dursley your son will get headaches all the time, be weaker to diseases and at the age of 20 to 25 he will die a painful death as the magic escapes via exploding out of his head!" The Strange man said with concern. Dudley whimpered. Vernon paled.
"Is their anything we can do? To prevent his death?" Vernon asked in quite voice.
"I can delve into his mind and remove the blocks. Completely hazard free. Or we can use a potion the would absorb the magic. After he, ahem, relives himself the magic and potion would leave him. However Dudley would only ever be a weak wizard prehaps not one at all." The man explained.
Vernon grinned wickedly, "We'll take the potion option, I don't want you rummaging in Dudders head," Vernon said.
"But dad I want to be a wizard if Harry gets to be one. Than i can turn the teachers into toads. And I want to be better than Harry." Dudley found his voice and complained. O rather Dumbledore planted those words in his mouth via Legmancy.
"Absolutely n-," Vernon made a strangling noise then force out the words, "Sure". The man grinned and his blue eyes twinkled.
"Excellent, come here Dudley" The man said kindly. Dudley took unsure steps towards the man who placed his thin fingers to Dudley's temples and closed his eyes.
The man entered the boys brain with more efficiency than he could of from the other side of the room. The man found the silvery ghostly Thought Block and thought deeply, a sword came to his hand. Taking a deep breath The man plunged the sword into the Thought Block and it ripped like material. Inside The man found a swirling mass of colour that was Dudley's magic. It was small, and very useless.
The man reached within his own mind and found the magic of a house elf he had absorbed before coming here. Threw his fingers his combined the sparky gold magic of the house elf to the swirling mass of Dudley. It grew. House elf magic is powerful stuff, yet regularly ignored. The man made sure the boy would have enough magic to be called average and then locked the rest away under a malleable shield. The man made it so that the boy would only be able to use this magic if it served Harry or himself. Dudley wound never be able to use this magic for himself, which The man thought was very smart of him. If Dudley could use this magic he would be close to overtaking over taking The man. Close.
Before leaving the child's mind he made sure that from now on Harry would be a close brother to him, and that he would be his vassal as well. The final thing he did was put shields up in the boys mind to guard the fact he had house elf magic from less favorable minds.
As The man pulled back, the boy fainted. Vernon let out a little cry.
"Don't worry MR Dursley, your boy will be fine within a few days, and with that I must leave you now," the man turned to leave. Stepping over Petunia's body and walked down the hall. Harry decided that even if The man hit him it would be worth it.
"Sir," Harry called out ran after him. The man stop walking and turned. "Will I see you again, sir?"
"Yes Harry when you come to my school. You will get your Hogwarts letter on you 11th birthday" the man said and smiled.
"Who are you?" Harry breathed out
"The Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfic Brian Dumbledore," The man said and turned on himself to disappear with a loud crack.
Ginny sat at a bench in the burrows kitchen. On her stool she swung her legs and smiled brightly, Albus Dumbledore sat on a seat next to her and most surprisingly, also swing his legs and smiling brightly. Molly Weasley had just made a batch of chocolate biscuits and they were on the bench, cooling and letting off a heavenly scent. On the ground a good meter away from Ginny's swinging feet lay Vixen the Fox Spirit. Albus extended his fingers towards the cooling biscuits. Vixen jumped up and nipped Albus's ankle.
"Ok! Ok, I won't eat them," Albus said submitted and let his hand fall. To the little fox he also said, "You didn't need to bite so hard".
Ginny watched as Vixen warily lied back down on the ground. "Bumblebee?" Ginny asked and looked up from vixen into Albus's blue eyes.
"Yes my dear girl?" Albus replied.
"When I go to Hogwarts will Vixen be able to come too?"
"Well normally we only allow pets like owls, cats and toads..." Albus began but then saw Ginny's crestfallen expression, "But we might be able to make an exception for you, I'll talk it over with the heads of the houses. It depends whether or not Minerva wants Huili Jing running around the Gryfindor common room,"
"If I get into Gryfindor. Ron said that monsters only get put in Slytherin," Ginny said.
"Ron said you were a Slytherin?"
"No, Ron said the Malfoy's were monster Slytherins. A few days later Ron called vampires monsters. Am I a monster Bumblebee?" Ginny asked with her best pleading miserable eyes.
"Of course your not a monster! Even then Slytherins aren't all bad. I was a Slytherin, and I'm not evil," Albus said grandfatherly. Ginny made her eyes go wide.
"Your a Slytherin?" Ginny ask in amazement, I'm not surprised, at all. "But Ron said-,"
"Your brother must say alot of things, But he may indeed also be wrong sometimes. He's not a clairvoyant vamperic genius though and maybe he's only being mean to you out of jealousy." Albus explained, "We're all wrong sometimes Ginevra, even you and me." Ginny made her eyes go wide and let out a little gasp.
"Even you Bumblebee? But your like a million years old," Ginny said with rushed amazement. Albus chuckled.
"Not quite a million,"
"How much then?"
"I'm only a lad of 21," Albus joked.
"More like plus a billion," Ginny muttered, just loud enough for Albus to hear, who chuckled.
"Now miss Weasley, should we ask your mother if we have some of these cookies that a taunting me so?" Albus said and got up, he extended his hand for Ginny.
"Kay Bumblebee," Ginny said cheerfully and grasped Albus's wrinkled spidery hand. She slipped off her stool and led the bemused Headmaster out the door of the kitchen. Vixen trotting along behind them.
Eight year old Harry sat on his bed, his cousin next to him was bouncing a ball against the opposite wall, there was no light in the small confined room. Vernon didn't like wasting money on 'freaks', and so only the luminous light of the moon filled the room, casting shadows and light everywhere. Harry leaned against the wall to the side of his bed and watched Dudley bounce his ball, Dudley's face showed no emotion. Harry wondered what Dudley was thinking behind his mask of nothing, and not for the first time since Dudley was declared magic.
Ever since The Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfic Brian Dumbledore had come to their house and freed Dudley's magic alot of things had changed. For one Dudley's relationship with his parents had declined, while his and Harry's had increased. When Petunia ha regained consciousness and learned that Dudley had regain use of his powers, his full powers, and that he had wanted it and Vernon had agreed to it, she had sent the boy's upstairs and had a long fight with Vernon through the night. Next Petunia had insisted on moving house so as The Headmaster could not find them.
In the new house Dudley was given the smallest room in the house and Harry made to share with him. Harry had heard Petunia explaining to Vernon her brilliant plan that if they could make Dudley hate his magic again by not loving him, make Dudley suppress the magic again, they would be able to release before he got sick and died. And after that begin the whole process over.
So far it hadn't worked. But whenever Dudley complained of a headache and nothing 'weird' happened for a week, Petunia and Vernon would look so hopeful. After something 'weird' happened around Dudley again Petunia would burst into tears and Vernon would beat his son. Vernon had taken up the policy of training Dudley like an animal, treat after a week of nothing and punish after week of something.
Through the whole ordeal Dudley was slowly degraded to Harry's level, Dudley lost a few pounds due to not being fed and having to avoid Vernon's punches. Harry and Dudley began to see eye to eye. At their new school Dudley would defend Harry against bullies and Harry would help Dudley with his homework. At their house Harry teached Dudley the tricks of surviving that he had learnt along the way; How to steal out of the fridge without anyone noticing, How to get an extra blanket in their room, How and when to run away from home to the playground without anyone noticing and How to get extra money.
Harry and Dudley had found a large jar and everytime they got or found money they would place it within the jar. And when they had enough they planed to run away from home and using the money get into the wizard world that had cost them so much. They would buy an apartment and would never have to go hungry again, never have to worry about being beaten and never have to worry about being freaks.
Dudley stopped bouncing the ball against the wall when he heard an angry shout from Petunia. He sighed and placed the ball in his pocket, "Harry?" he asked. And when his cousin turned to him he continued. "Harry, do ever sometimes think this is all dream? That one day we'll wake up and I'll be a spoilt normal person, you'll still be in the closet..."
"Sometimes, but I wouldn't wish it. I know you would, you were loved then, but I... For me this is better. We can go to Hogwarts together now, and get away from your mum and dad. And we'll learn how to turn people into toads and we'll be happy." Harry said thoughtfully, "Dudley, I don't want to be alone. But if you want to go back to what was we could get The Headmaster to put up the blocks again." Dudley shook his head at Harry's words. Harry smiled at this.
"No, I don't want to die. And I guess mother and father never truly loved me for me, just for what I wasn't. I mean if they truly cared they wouldn't care whether I was wizard, normal or even I dunno a fat spoilt idiot," Dudley said. "But it doesn't stop me form thinking what it'd be like if The Headmaster never removed the blocks," Dudley shook his head again and walked over to his bed, opposite Harry's. And curled up, trying to go to sleep.
Harry watched his cousin and then decided to do the same. Harry wormed his way under the scratchy sheets. curling up into a protective ball, his head still full of thoughts, What would it be like if The Headmaster never removed the blocks? With a yawn Harry was soon asleep.
Ginny stood back from her easel and admired her work, it was of time, of what Ginny had seen whilst going through the time portal. The pictures of it where always imprinted in Ginny's mind, she could not get rid of sight of it from her mind. Molly Weasley was sitting in a chair, watching Ginny work whilst knitting. Molly had called Ginny artistically gifted, and had spent alot of the Weasleys already dismal money on art supplys. The set of paint brushes and paint she was using was a birthday present from her mother, and the sketchbook and pencils a birthday present from Albus.
Percy strutted into the room with Scabbers resting upon his shoulder to bother Molly about something and visibly recoiled when he saw Ginny. "Oh, hello Ginny, lovely painting. Um mother, may I speak with you a moment. Yes, well nice seeing you Ginevra," Percy said poiltly and led Molly out of the room. Yes that was Percy, Polite and distant. Not ever wanting to get to close to Ginny after hearing this years head boy dismiss vampires as monsters. Ginny didn't really mind, Percy was a 13 year old boy eager to impress his superiors. He really should of been in Slytherin, also Ginny thought I must do something about that 'rat'.
Ginny sighed, she didn't mind Percy but her other brothers where a problem. Ron was resentful and hateful to her, the never played practical jokes on her and left her to her own devices, Charlie saw her as a fascinating specimen and Bill... Well Bill was to old to be with his little sister but he was alright, he overlooked her taste for blood and straight to her arithmacy skills that surpassed his own and so didn't say much. Ginny's mum treated her like a charity case and Arthur was to wrapped up in battery's.
Everything was wrong, they weren't supposed to alienate her! This was supposed to fix all of her problems in the past future.
Whilst Ginny was brooding over the unfairness of it all Charlie came up behind very quietly and poked her. "Oh," Ginny squeaked in surprise. "Charlie! Look you all dressed up."
"That's right Snap Dragon, it's my graduation day today, are you coming?" Charlie asked and picked her up, "You could be my honored guest, well along with the rest of the Weasley tribe, think of Snape's face at 9 Weasleys all once." Ginny laughed.
"I'll go get my special dress on," Ginny said, squirmed out of Charlie's grasp and ran up the stairs to her room. Ginny didn't really want to see Charlie graduate, she'd already seen it. As well as all her brothers, all her children and nephews and nieces, all their children and all their children's children. But it'd be a chance to get out of the burrow and meet new people or rather old people renewed