*Weapons of Choice*
Weapons of Choice by Pseudonymous Entity
"If you mess with dragons, you will get burned. Don't say no one warned you." -Slaying Dragons
Summary: In a world where Tom Riddle never became a dark lord, and Lily died after giving birth, Harry Potter is raised with limited human contact shut away in Godric's Hallow. Political battles and blood prejudice rise to the forefront of the wizarding world just as Harry turns 11. With help from an unlikely source, and his eccentric cousin Andares Black, Harry must fight for his place in magical society...or lose it.
Characters: Harry Potter (Others will be around and we will see POVs from various characters...)
Warnings: None at this time. Suggestions?
AN: Choices, choices, choices
Ever Yours, Pseu [The clever, magnificent and ridiculously good looking]
"There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally
It may be conceded to the mathematician that four is twice two
But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one..."
-G.K Chesterton
Harry ate the dinner Remus fixed for him and went to bed without any resistance.
In the quiet Remus busied himself with cleaning up the kitchen and considering a schedule for Harry. Various activities throughout the day design to help the boy come to terms with and recognize his emotions, and hopefully, contain those emotions before his magic felt the need to lash out. Lessons in control definitely. Harry needed to learn to focus his magic to feel it and become familiar with it. If he learned control techniques he could redirect his magic when it got out of hand, making events like that afternoon things of the past.
When the kitchen was finished which didn't take very long as Harry was a very clean boy, Remus sat at the table and began writing out his ideas. He was set in his determination to help the child. Perhaps if Harry could get his magic under control then James would feel inclined to bring his siblings around. He didn't think Harry had ever even met them. It would be good for him to have someone his own age around to interact with. Maybe James would feel more comfortable around Harry as well, and it would certainly lesson James' stress.
His wife was...well she knew what she wanted and what her opinions were. A handful. James had never been attracted to mellow, easy going witches that was for certain.
Just as Remus began writing on the back of his second square of parchment the floo made the soft whoosh of an incoming floo. He lifted his eyes to see a tired and drained James heading his way, red Auror's cloak hanging in the crook of one arm.
James gave him a short nod, heading immediately for the sink and filling a glass. The Auror knocked it back like a man who needed something stronger and couldn't have it. Being on call, he certainly couldn't.
"I have ideas," Remus said. "I've come up with some exercises I think will help him. Recognizing his emotions certainly, and focus his energy and directing his magic so it doesn't act on his behalf." He summarized.
James' lips quirked up bitterly. "I've heard a lot of suggestions today." He muttered.
James turned around. He brought up his cloak and rummaged around in it for a moment, bringing out a small vial of peach coloured liquid. "Repression potion," James revealed. He rolled it between his fingers consideringly, then set it down on the table.
Remus watched his friend pull out a chair and collapse into heavily. "I can't even say I hadn't thought about it before. I don't want to...but it might be the only way."
"Repression potion," Remus repeated, softly.
James looked up from where he'd been twisting his fingers together. He looked torn. "It'll wall his magic up inside of him. Contain it to himself. For as long as he takes it. Maybe when he's better. If he gets better...then I can lessen the amount. See how he does."
His eyes went wide. "But that's...that's..."
"Barbaric?" James offered, tonelessly. "I don't know what else to
do. I just know I can't continue like this. I can't wonder what he's going to blow up today. Whether a bookcase is going to topple over on me if he's upset or if vines will creep in and try to strangle me if I open the window. I can't..." His voice trailed off. James stood up and brought out three more vials and placed them on the table. He left without another word.
Remus heard the door to James' study shut. The werewolf sat and stared at the vials glinting ominously. He pushed himself to his feet and headed toward the floo. He couldn't let James do this to Harry. Not after everything else. Not after locking him away like he was ashamed of him. Like Harry was a monster. Not after everything he had learned that day. Harry needed to learn to control his magic and his emotions, not lock it up and pretend he was a squib. He would find an alternative. There must be an alternative, something that would appease James and allow Harry to keep access to his magic. And Remus knew exactly who to ask.
If he would listen.
Remus lifted the sparkling sand from the small pot beside the hearth and tossed it into the fire.
He stepped through the glowing green flames and out the other end into a receiving room shaped like an octagon. Gray and pale purple walls surrounded him on either side, a large window that had its dark violet curtains drawn close was directly across. Taking in a breath and firming his resolve, Remus turned to his right and walked out of the small archway he knew was there.
It led out into a short hallway padded with thick carpet. The walls were the same gray and pale purple as the receiving room. Black candlesticks stuck out of the walls, lighting his way with black candles. He reached the end and turned into a sitting area. Two low backed, dark couches were within with a matching set of end tables beside either way. A wizard sat in one of them, long black hair tied partly back, legs crossed and a book laid across them.
"He isn't here. Hasn't been back since that disastrous summer party two and a half years ago." The wizard said without looking up. "Try someplace dark with lots of alcohol..."
Remus stepped further into the room.
"Actually I'm looking for you." Said the werewolf. Pale gray eyes snapped up to meet his, glimmering with interest. "I need your help Regulus."
PseudonymousEntity
2018
Notes: Thoughts, Theories, Questions, Comments and Limmericks always welcomed
An: And another one down...another one down...
ANx2: And the plot thickens
Ever Yours, Pseu