Previously......Eventually, she stopped murmuring to herself and addressed Harry. "Harry James Potter, I do know if you are aware of this, but you are a wizard."
Chapter 3.
Learning
For a while Harry was speechless. Of course he had known that there was something special about him, so being a wizard was not very far-fetched for him. Finally his powers made more sense, or at least as much sense as magic could make.
After a while of studying the young wizard, Madeline continued. " A wizard, or witch as we call us females, is a person capable of magic." She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to understand. And Harry did. He had an explanation for his powers! Then a thought occurred to him. "Wait, was my mom like me, are you a with too, were both my parents magic too?" Harry asked because he did not think for a second that those freakish tormentors of his that called themselves his relatives had been telling him the truth about his parents. Well at least not the whole truth, they did say his parents were just like him.
Miss Madeline nodded solemnly, a bit sad that the child needed confirmation at all. "From what you've asked I guess you know nothing about our heritage." Harry nodded. "There is more unfortunately, but I am here and I know how to get you informed before your letter comes and you have to go to school. Why don't you take your seat and I'll tell you as much as I can for now." Madeline just knew that thus was going to be a long afternoon for both of them.
"Firstly," she began when she had also sat, "in our world, which is technically a small community, you are quite famous. Not just because you are the last of the Potter line and probably the last of the Gryffindor line, but because when you were a baby, you defeated the greatest dark Lord so far. Normally we do not say his name, but it was Voldemort." Personally Harry thought that this Voldemort guy must not be all that great if he was defeated by a baby. Either that or the dark lords must be pretty easy to defeat. It must be the former because his teacher easily mentioned the name they were generally wary of.
"There is a lot of rumour and mystery surrounded by that incident, but we'll talk about that later." She concluded. Harry did not mean to be petulant, but he felt like that night was important and should be discussed immediately. "Miss Madeline, shouldn't we get that out of the way, since it seems to be the beginning and is very important?" Madeline sighed. The child was right.
"Okay, why don't I just start from the beginning, and we can continue with our discussion tomorrow. You must want to get home soon." Harry nodded, because even if he had no desire to see his relatives, he could have done a few chores for a neighbour in exchange for a healthy dinner he did not cook.
"Well, it all began about forty years ago when a powerful dark wizard going by the name Voldemort started gathering followers. At first, it was the rich and powerful Lords of Noble houses. But eventually, it became any one who could prove that they did not have any mundane ancestors for more than three generations. They called themselves pureblood and they called those that had mundane relatives mudblood. I don't know exactly what their goals were in the beginning, but soon, they began to kill the people without magic and those who had muggle relatives. Nobody knows when the terror campaign began but soon every one was afraid to say or even write his name. Some say there was a taboo attached to it and that saying it brought his attention and thus his followers to you in full aggressive force.
"All hope was lost really. Then out of nowhere whispers of some sort of Savior were heard. And people began to hope again. And then on Halloween night of 1981, he disappeared. All I know is that he went personally to kill your parents, and never returned. We all assumed that you must have defeated him because your parents were gone, your house was blown up and you had clearly been a victim of a dark curse, but were still alive. We were all so busy celebrating that we actually forgot about you.
"Rumours still go around that the dark Lord tried to use the killing curse on you but that it rebounded and gave you that scar, killing him instead and making you the Savior. Personally, I don't believe that because nobody survives the killing curse and the only people who were there who can remember are all aledgedly dead."
Wow, Harry thought. It was a bit overwhelming but he guessed he could get closure now. His parents were fighting a war, a lot of people died in said war, and there was nothing really special about his family, except that he survived and the dark Lord went into hiding immediately after. He could live with that, and he was sure that if he thought about it enough, he could learn a few lessons from it. The first would probably be, do not fight in wars. God, he missed his parents right now. He cursed the stupid war, internally of course, for taking his parents from him, and the dark Lord for failing to finish the job of killing him and damning him to this sad existence. He also cursed his parents for being a part of the war in the first place, he did not think that the dark Lord had come for a baby. (he had to have had some morals, right?) Some part of him thought he was being a bit dramatic but this was his way of grieving.
Madeline watched the child in front of her, because as she continued to watch him the more she realized that he was no Savior, he was just an orphaned child, and wished she could do more. But they were yet to even become more than acquaintances, so she could only watch.
"There's a lot more you need to know, and ideally, you should have grown up with your Godparents or Magical guardians, but your parents were your magical guardians and nobody knows if they appointed someone to take their place in their absence. And I do not know about any godparents.The point is that after that night, nobody knows what happened and you disappeared.
"Harry, I pride myself on being very observant, and I have noticed that you are intelligent and healthy for your age. But from your clothes, I know that either your legal guardians are not well off and are not being compensated for your expenses, or they are giving you the minimum care possible. And I've seen your cousin, so I think we both know what the truth is. The only thing I can do to help is to arm you with the greatest weapon, knowledge, and show you how to best wield it. But beyond that, my hands are tied. I don't mean to be a conspiracy theorist but something must have gone wrong the night your parents were taken away from you and there are obviously very powerful people with ulterior motives at work trying to keep it from thE general public. It might be for the best as some knowledge is dangerous in the wrong hands. They must have been the ones to give you to your current guardians because I know for a fact that a lot of families would have been honoured to have you as their ward. I cannot compete head to head with these powers, but I believe no magical child should grow up ignorant of their heritage, especially one of such powerful blood. I'll leave you to think about all that I've said. It must be a lot to find out, but the sooner you are caught up with our traditions, the better your assimilation will be when the time comes."
Harry nodded, overwhelmed but generally agreeing with his brilliant teacher. And really, he was very excited about having more guidance with his gifts. He would tell her about what he could already do. He hoped that would be enough and that he would not need too much catching up. He would just make a list of his self discovered magic and try to perfect the unperfected and recently discovered ones. Then maybe she would be proud and not grow tired of guiding him too soon.
Seeing the understanding and thoughtful expression on her student's face, Madeline continued.
"Obviously, your magic should be kept a secret from every one else. I'll get you the necessary books, but if you need anything, write me a note and leave it on my table so that I can give you a detention to discuss it. I'll give you a few books after school tomorrow that you can start with, okay?" Harry nodded. "You can head home now Harry. Do be careful child"
He nodded his head and thanked his teacher. "I really appreciate your help Miss Madeline. I really don't know what to say. But I'll just wait for the books and when I'm done with them, I'll bring my questions to you?"
Madeline smiled, "Of course Harry dear. Now remember, you were in detention for being late after recess, and you wrote lines." Madeline stood in front of Harry and smiled at him. He hesitantly walked forward and held out his hand to be shaken. But Madeline instead laughed and pulled him into a hug. It was the first hug that Harry clearly remembered, and he cherished the memory for a long time.
In the next few days, Harry began to read the various recent history books that Madeline had gotten him. The story of the recent dark Lord's defeat was very vague and after discussing it with Madeline, he had agreed with her and concluded that his parents must have performed some ritual and that he had done nothing to save himself. Madeline still respected him because he came from a powerful parents and was obviously 'quite the powerful young mage' Her words. Afterall, she had seen him apparate.
There was still much to learn, but according to Miss Madeline, he had quite a lot of time so there was no rush. But Harry knew one thing for sure, he was going to grow up armed with as much knowledge as possible, and he would make sure that no magical child had to grow up like he did before he had become shrewd and his heart had become hard shelled. He would make sure of this, whether he had to prevent every war possible by brainwashing his people to one ideal or taking all magical children from incompetent freakish muggles like his own or killing every one of the muggles.
GVE_GVE_.
Somewhere in Albania, a wondering spirit had a fleeting moment of clarity from the constant madness in its own mind as it felt a kindred spirit make a vow within their soul before the madness overwhelmed him again.
GVE_GVE_.
Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands, an old man going over the paperwork done by his deputy felt as though he had made a mistake somewhere. But after going over for the fifth time, he still could find nothing more than insignificant errors. Long after he had put the parchments aside, he still could not shake the feeling off.
GVE_GVE_.
All around the world the magic of the earth sang with hope as her children felt a hope that their cries would soon be listened to and their sadness soothed into happiness. Maybe this champion would not be blinded by power or revenge...
to be continued
AN: Hope you liked it. All suggestions and corrections for any facts are welcome. Do be gentle in your criticisms as i lent my self-esteem out and am quite fragile. The plotline should become obvious to everyone soon,... I think.
Toodles
