Edited: 8/15/2016 11:45 pm
Fixing writing of a high school, 18 year old with that of my collage, 22 year old writing is weird.
Chapter 3
The Beginning of the New
By: Avye, whatever I go by at this point.
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort , Severus/Lily
Summary: What if instead of the Durslys keeping Harry, he was sent to a Orphanage not unlike Tom Riddle's, what if his true father had supplied him with a guardian. What if the Light wasn't all that they advertised. This is what could have happened compared to what did happen, It happened because things when off on as different path then before.
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters and settings I do not own. The belong to J. k. Rowling and any other's works I might use. I only came up with this plot, hopefully it's original.
Warning: This involves slash. This will be a Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione bashing story. I may had some hurtful things about James and Sirius, just because I hate them when their in school. And I might have some harsh words about Lupin when/ if I kill Siri.
Arthur's Note: Okay just to let you know, in case you don't like it or something, that I'm making Lily a Halfblood or a pureblood either one. And Severus is going to be a pureblood. And there's a whole thing with that but I'm not saying because that would be TELLING! Any who hope you like this one I wrote it in two days I'm proud ^_^ But I was sick and lazy so I didn't type it up for two weeks for that I am sorry and greatly ashamed….
Arthur's Note 2: Keep up the reviews, I enjoy reading them, I have yet to set up a schedule on which to update, so it's as soon as I can at this point.
Make sure to read the A/N at the end I will reveal some info about the future story there, but if you hate spoilers then go ahead and ignore it. Though I don't always put one…I think…
Notes:
Speech "Greetings"
Thought 'why am I doing this'
Parseltongue and parslemagic =SSSSS=
Letters/Written Things Something like this
Chapter 3
The Beginning of the New
Black hair tussled in the wind swaying in the cool summer breeze as glowing green eyes surveyed the scenes below them. Hades was bored, hungry, and did I mention bored? He had by now read every relevant and useful book in the orphanage, school, and even town library, so now with nothing interesting to read it was mind numbing.
He had also gotten a firm grip on controlling the other children, many of which fear him greatly. It didn't help that the matrons conveniently 'forgot' to feed him dinner yesterday and lunch today. So here he sat at the window of his room gazing out at the side walks, watching people and cars as they pass by without a glance. How he hated them, he knew just by a glance that they were not special like him, someone with power. The Power.
His grumblings were interrupted as the sound of a soft hoot came from above, the only warning as sharp talons clamped onto the section of window seal that Hades was occupying just second before. Green eyes met brown-gold orbs.
Hades stared a bit, studying the creature. It was an ordinary owl, on could say, the brown feathers speckled with white, the tips a dirty off white. But what was an owl doing here, in the day, staring at him in…frustration? Wait…
The owl hooted impatiently, sticking out it's beak a bit impatiently, it was only then that he noticed the cream colored envelope it was the questions that fact stacked to the pile, he snatched the letter from the bird, glaring.
Who would send him something, and by owl no less.
On the front of the thick letter, in green neat curved letters was the most detailed address he had ever witnessed.
Mr. Hades Jove Pruell
The window, Bedroom 10
St. Jove Orphanage
London, England
Raising a brow he flipped it over, on the back was a red ornate seal. Hades was confused, greatly, why would anyone send him something that was this important. Let alone get the materials. The envelope felt thicker than any he was use to, bulging too, so the contents inside would likely be of the same quality. The ink was handwritten, and the seal spoke of importance. Shrugging he decided to find out, so with a flick of his wrist the envelope was opened and he began to read the two enclosed pages.
The first page:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Hades Pruell,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
"I have received word that you are currently housed in a muggle residence and may need either evidence and/or an escort. Being as such I, Minerva, will be by shortly this evening. Please me of your decision then."
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
The second page says:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
UNIFORM First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
(Others are accepted if they are the bonded familiar of the student.)
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Blinking rapidly Hades reread the letter more than a few times. Was this for real, but it had to be, none of the people he knew where smart enough to train an owl, nor talented enough to write this neat or professionally, but he wouldn't get his hopes up. All he had to do was wait for this, he glanced at the bottom of the first page again, Professor McGonagall to get here, so he could ask about many things. In the meantime, Hades yawned, a nap would do wonders for his mood.
Hours later during dinner, which was again a goopy soup thing, he found the letter was indeed real.
He had been glaring at the surrounding children he was forced to dine with, or go hungry yet again, from his lone table in the corner, when he was approached by one of the newer workers.
"Mr. Pruell you have a guest here to see you!" she spoke in a tone that was indifferent and rude, despite the words used, the real message was said in her unspoken words, given by the look on her pinched face. 'Who would be here to see you?'
Silently he stood and followed the young worker whose name did not matter, probably something boring like Sarah. Inside he was a whirlwind of emotions, hope clashed with doubt, excitement bashed with cynicism.
'So it was real, it's not a lie. This means I can get out of this hovel.'
'Of course it was, no one is smart enough to have fake did, as we've known for awhile.' said the more reasonable side of Hades. The one he always listened to now-a-days.
As they approached a door to one of the sitting room, Hades felt a slight pressure in the air. It felt alive, it felt like his Power only, for some reason it was less potent, and brighter and lighter than his, which was dark and heavy.
The door was opened to the bright windowed room, a woman was sitting on one of the two couches situated in the room, she wore a dark brown professional dress. A deep brown belt sash around the waist, a silver clasp in the middle of her neck, and small hat that matched her dress was atop her head. Graying brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun much like the matron of St. Jove. A stern look on her face, again like the elderly woman running the orphanage. Hades immediately approved of her, though he did wonder about the clothes, seeing as they were a bit out of the norm, seemingly out of the 60s or such.
Ignoring the uptight worker he briskly and gracefully, as any eleven year old could, walked over and sat across from who he guessed was Professor McGonagall. They stared at one another for a few moments before she broke the silence.
"Greetings Mr. Pruell, my name is Minerva McGonagall, but you will be referring to me as Professor, seeing as I teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts, and am Head of Gryffindor, but more of that later, after you've been introduced into all this more. I'm sure you have questions about the letter you received." she spoke smoothly and professionally. In a tone that could get anyone to listen even if she never raised her voice, Hades was impressed. Her back was straight her hands folded in her lap. If what the letter said was true, then she was a witch who meant business.
Hades nodded before speaking, his voice soft and sure at the same time.
"I figured that if anyone came to visit me then the letter was not a scam. My only question is where to acquire the supplies. And also I have no money to pay for them and the tuition, which I'm positive there is one, as it seems to be a prestigious school."
"ah, yes for those unable to pay, we give out 'scholarships' you could say. And as to where you buy the needed material, I will be taking you there tomorrow morning. It is better to go early to miss the large rush of people. It's called Diagon Ally just past the Leaky Caldron."
Diagon Ally? Leaky Caldron? Hades head was already spinning just from the weird names. This was a whole world he had been kept out of. So many things to learn, opportunities, and dangers. At the very least he wouldn't be bored with such an information overload he be occupied for years!
Finally after a few moments of silence, his brain clicked into place, a plan was slowly forming, and reality was sinking into place. He could escape this hell hole. Perhaps not right away, but the chance to be enveloped by this world fully tingled at his mind.
He turned a 'innocent' smile to Professor McGonagall, who had been waiting for him to absorb all the news of a new world. Her strict face twitched a bit showing a small smile was trying to appear on her face.
She had been watching the small boy closely as he had walked into the room. He walked with an unusual grace, his surprisingly long hair that reached down his skinny frame to the tips of his shoulders flowed behind him in a stylish way, pulled back and held with a ribbon at the back of his neck. Bright emerald eyes that pierced you as they intently studied the world around them. His face was smooth and angular, he actually looked like many purebloods she had seen come and go through Hogwarts. And that grace, and upright stature where to natural to be learned, they were born gifts.
But something was nagging at the back of her mind, but she couldn't for the life of her place what it was at the moment.
When his emotionless face glowed and grew a smile that screamed 'innocence', she couldn't help the need to return it with one of her own. She quickly squashed it behind her mask, she couldn't lose her stern domineer, the children would try and get out of order if she ever lost it.
Hades still smiling, leaned forward a bit like the eager child that he was pretending to be.
"could you tell me what your, I mean Our, world is like. Just from hearing so little bit about it. I find it, well, magical." His voice taking on a hushed, shy, awe filled tone. He should get an award for his acting. McGonagall nodded, holding the urge to laugh, he truly seemed like a nice boy.
"Yes I can, for one we call it the Wizarding World, and here were people, muggles, who can't do magic is the Muggle World. We are hidden behind spells and glamor to make sure no muggles know of this. Unless a child born to two Muggles, people call them Muggleborns or rude derogatory terms thinking they are beneath them." She cleared her throat a bit trying to calm herself, she hated the old Pureblood logic of demeaning Muggleborn children
"ah yes…um there are three…social classes of the Witches and Wizards in our world. Pure bloods who are born to two magical parents and have at least three magical grand-parents and have at least six magical great grand-parents. Half bloods who have one magical parent and another Muggle parent along with at least two magical grandparents. Then the Muggleborn who have no magical parent or grandparent. There are many pure blood families who believe that Muggle born are infected our world with Muggle nonsense and changing our world leaving their old traditions behind. They call them unclean and useless that they are below those that are Pure Blooded. I must admit that there are many Muggle ideas coming into play in the Wizarding world, but the can't be so bad that it involves murder. Oh yes, sadly there was a Civil war over such issues, but we are at peace at the moment." her eyes grew sad as memories played before her eyes. She had stopped speaking as she seemed lost. Hades left her to them as he quickly thought about what he had heard.
Muggles, people who couldn't use magic, and spited those who could, seemed to be on the bottom of the social totem pole of the Wizarding World, or the world in general if you think about it. He agreed, it seems with the pure bloods, Muggles were useless, stupid, and violent to what they don't like or understand. He too thought of his time with the Muggles in the orphanage, they had done all they could to bring him down, because he was different, but he was more powerful, he had control over them. But to the Wizarding World what was he? A Muggleborn? If he was, which was most likely the case, then he would accept that, becoming all that he could with in that, but he would find his filthy Muggle parents and make them pay.
Even if they were dead.
And what was this about a war? He had to find out more , maybe he could collect skills to find a use to one of the sides. First, though, he would have to fully check what was behind each side and their leaders. Perhaps talk to some people who were up close to what was going on. Victors wrote the books after all.
Hades' green orbs flashed red quickly, reacting to his thoughts, before returning to normal. He raised his head to look at the haunted woman before him. Clearing his throat loudly to catch her attention, before asking questions, playing his part.
"If the Wizarding world is using classes like that, then what am I? And a war, what about? Is it dangerous?" he pretended to show fear about a war in a world he was just about to enter. And again he felt she should be praised for his good work.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, McGonagall looked down at the child who seemed now apprehensive to going to their world. Internally she was smacking herself, how could she have scared a child like that. Straightening her robes awkwardly she began trying to clean up the mess she had made.
"As to what you are, we're not sure, as you don't have a proper history stating parents, siblings, and things like that. You are either a muggle born or a half blood, as Purebloods cherish children above all else, and would never leave a child with magic here." She left the fact about squibs out, seeing as he was going to Hogwarts it didn't apply to him. Hades just added one more positive thing about Purebloods on to the ever growing list of pros. "and the war has been over for ten years, but a few believe a dark wizard known as the Dark Lord, or You-Know-Who, isn't dead, so a few of his followers, Death Eaters, continue to raid and kill muggles and not to fear, Dumbledore and the Boy-who Lived, Harry Potter defeated him, so there is nothing to worry about."
Hades felt like giving a sigh of exasperation, but didn't, keeping his smiling cheerful mask in place, pretending to be happy and relieved.
So the war was between People who supported Muggles and those who didn't. Pure bloods mainly on one sight and everyone else on the other or neutral, not that there was such a thing in war. And Dark Lord. Really? Was the Wizarding g world really foolish enough to believe that things were just Black and White, Good and Evil. It sounds like this Dumbledore was the Light Lord or something with a Harry Potter as his weapon. If they were this foolish , then it would be easy to work his way into a semi powerful position in the least. But first he would have to research and find out all he could, before stepping into that world just yet. After that finding his place in this 'war', as it seemed an issue that would not be at rest for much longer, not after 10 years.
Hades felt like cackling, but he kept it in his mind. On the outside he nodded innocently agreeing to her comforting words.
So there was someone out there cleaning out the mess the muggles have made. It was almost to good to be true, though it sounded a lot like the Nazi war in Germany, but who cared. Though he again he had to hold himself back from involving himself, before knowing all that facts. He decided to turn back to McGonagall before his inattention was discovered.
"Thank you for telling me so much, but it seems sadly that it is getting late and my curfew is going to start soon. I shall see you in the morning Professor, good evening." He said before standing. Nodding respectfully at her, taking her farewells, before turning and walking out the door at her wave off, leaving the woman to herself.
McGonagall watched as the boy left, his mask firmly in place. She sighed, the feeling like he was like someone she knew returned. It wasn't just his looks, but also his mannerisms. Shaking her head clear she stood. Straightening her muggle clothes, before standing straight watching the door for another second. Sighing she turned quickly, her wand in hand, apparating away from the orphanage that had held more than one dark wizard, not that anyone knew it yet.
Appearing outside the wards of Hogwarts, McGonagall started toward the Great Hall where the teachers were gathering for dinner, which was held later this time of summer, seeing as all the teachers were busy visiting muggle born or raised students or finishing touches to their class plans, or begging Dumbledore for more funding for supplies.
Entering she made her way to her seat right of the Headmaster's chair She ignored the glamorous charms on the Hall, having been her for fifty plus years she was use to it's beauty.
Half an hour later all the teachers were present, eating, and chatting lightly. It was then as she was speaking to Dumbledore, that she saw it.
She now knew who young Hades Pruell reminded her of. It was their very own Potions Master, and spy for the order. His straight posture, smooth movements, pale angular face, straight, shoulder length, midnight hair. They were so much alike it was a bit frightening. But what was most alike was their emotionless or indifferent mask.
Her shocked face made Dumbledore pause mid sentence wondering what his Transfiguration teacher was thinking. He shrugged before returning to his monolog about his newest pair of socks. Having heard such before she just nodded appropriately, thinking on this observation.
Oh, others might not make the connection, as Hades was far more beautiful than the greasy bat of the dungeons. But it was the overall picture that made them seems so alike. Her thoughts were forcefully put to a halt. She needed to stop. SHe was probably noting similarities out of hope, she knew how lonely the poor man was. Maybe the similarities were from the environment they were raised in, she knew he had had it bad so many years ago. If they were related, it was probably from a squib of the Prince line, as she knew Severus look much like his mother.
Turning back to the conversation with the Headmaster, who was still going on knee socks now, she left her wondering at that. What will be, will be.
Hades quickly walked to his room, thoughts racing on and on, plans forming and reforming. Closing the door, using his powers to conceal sounds to his room and lock the door, then letting out the laugh he had been holding back, louder and more joyful than the one since he had figured out how much better he was then the filth around him. The laugh was cold and filled with malice, and all that he hid from the world.
Bell like giggling soon joined first not noticing, as he had heard such sounds all his life and had grown accustom to them just happening now and then. Soon though, they grew louder and louder, joining him in the room. Stopping he looked around, trying to find the source of the familiar sound. He heard a giggle behind him, he turned so blindingly fast that he almost got whiplash. His now red eyes widened as he was face to face with pure lunar beauty.
"Who are you?"
A/N:
Okay I'm so sorry for not updating soon, I have no excuses other then I'm lazy and hate typing things after I've written them. I hope this and the next chapter will earn my forgiveness.
Another reason could have been that I've sorta hit a road block with my ideas, so I again need your help.
1. Should he meet Severus sooner then normal ( I won't tell when)?
2. I need a name for a snake (but I'll find that on my own if I have to)
3. When should Hades meet Voldemort for the first time. Should this be more LV/HP or TMR/HP?
4. More opinions on his house at Hogwarts (I'm leaning toward Slytherin personally)
5. Should he meet Ron on the train or sit with Draco after becoming friends with him at the robe shop?
And to clear up a few things.
1. His name can be Hades because the person running the orphanage was the one who worked there fifty years ago when Tom was there, before it got renamed by the government or whoever.
AND THANK FOR THE REVIEWS!