(A/N: Sorry to keep you waiting. My teachers have been loading us with work before spring break started. But here's the next chapter. You're about to find out Drake's past and why he's so strong.)

Disclaimer: Don't make me say it.

Chapter 7: Discussing Drake

Harry was almost back to the classroom when he heard Drake scream. He quickly ran into the room and found Drake. But he wasn't alone. Standing there, in the flesh, was Lord Voldemort.

Harry was stunned by this sudden appearance. Voldemort was dead. Harry had killed him 17 years ago. It took a moment for him to realize that the trunk containing the boggart was open.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He reached for his wand, but Drake beat him to it.

"Riddikulus!" cried Drake.

A large red, round nose appeared on Voldemort's face. His once bald head was now covered in bushy rainbow hair. His robes had changed into a yellow clown outfit, with big floppy shoes.

Drake laughed at the 'clown' Voldemort and waved his wand again. The boggart was sucked back inside the trunk, which Drake magically closed and locked. He looked around when Harry started clapping.

"Very impressive, Drake. Very impressive indeed." said Harry. "But may I ask why you decided to go into my trunk?"

Drake turned red and muttered, "I got curious. The trunk was moving, and, well, being the curious person I am…"

"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you." said Harry. "You should just watch where you curiosity takes. It may get you into trouble. I had to learn that lesson the hard way."

He was thinking about the time he looked into Snape's Pensieve.

"Normally, I would have to take points away." said Harry. "But do to that impressive display of magic, I'll award you five points."

Drake smiled. Harry motioned for him to sit down.

"Care for anything to drink?" asked Harry, sitting down also.

"I'll take a firewhisky, please." said Drake.

"No you will not." said Harry sharply.

Drake smiled. "Alright, how about a butterbeer?"

Harry waved his wand and two butterbeers appeared.

"So, you're afraid of Voldemort the most?" he asked.

"Who isn't? Even though he died before I was born, he's still scary."

Harry nodded in understanding. Many people still feared Lord Voldemort.

"So, what did you want to see me for, Professor?" Drake asked, opening his butterbeer.

"Well, I'm very curious to find out a few things about you." said Harry. "Tell me, who was your father?"

Drake seemed a bit confused, but said "Dudley Dursley."

Harry nodded. He had a feeling his theory was correct. "And what about his parents?"

"Vernon and Petunia Dursley." said Drake, still looking confused. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Well, I recognized your last name." said Harry. "You see, I have an aunt, uncle, and cousin that go by the very same names."

Drake spat butterbeer all over the place. His look of confusion turned into one of shock.

"W-w-what? No that's not possible."

"My uncle and cousin are rather heavy." said Harry. "My aunt was bony. All three of them were muggles and hate magic."

Drake's mouth was hanging open. "Then, that means you're my… my… my…"

"Uncle." Harry finished for him.

Drake didn't seem to know what to say, so Harry continued. "I'm not all that surprised that I do have a nephew. The thing that surprises me is that he's a wizard. The Dursley's always hated anything magical. I lived with them for 16 years, and they hated me. Are you muggleborn?"

Drake shook his head. "No. I'm halfblood."

Harry now seemed shocked. This meant that Dudley had actually got together with a witch!

"Wow. I didn't think that the Dursleys would have anything to do with magic. What was your mother's maiden name? Maybe I knew her."

"Um, Cho Chang."

This time it was Harry who spat butterbeer everywhere.

"Cho Chang?" he gasped.

Drake nodded. Harry sat back. Wow, Cho Chang. Who would have thought? Harry had lost all interest in Cho after his fifth year. He didn't care for her. In fact, he rather disliked Cho; ever since he found out that she was just using him to get over her loneliness from losing Cedric Diggory. But still. How could she have hooked up with Dudley of all people? And even stranger, how could Dudley have hooked up with a witch?

"I guess you knew her?" said Drake.

Harry nodded. "Yes. We went out while we were in school. Once. We aren't really that fond of each other now. But besides that, I'm still shocked that your father hooked up with a witch."

Harry saw a strange look cross Drake's face.

"Well, he didn't know she was a witch." he said.

Harry eyed him suspiciously.

"Yeah, I know." said Drake. "I spoke to my mother about it when I was six. She told me that after she finished school, went looking for her famous ex-boyfriend. She met my father while searching for him. She said she liked him because he was, well, the one with the most respect."

Harry understood that as meaning that Dudley was still a big bully and no one dared to cross him. Now that he thought of it, it seemed Cho was the type of person to go after popular people. First Cedric, for his skills at Quidditch. Then Harry, for being the Boy-Who-Lived. Then Dudley, for being in charge of his gang. He wondered what happened to Michael Corner though.

"She found out that he hated magic, and that he had a cousin who was a wizard." explained Drake. "But I never knew it was you. I don't even know if she knew."

Harry had a feeling she did. It would make Dudley even more attractive to her. If she couldn't get the Boy-Who-Lived, she would go for the Boy-Who-Lived's cousin.

"Anyway, she stopped using magic after they started going out. And eventually they got married and I came along. But when I was five, something happened."

"What happened?"

"Well, I found out I was a wizard by doing some accidental magic. Mum had to use her own bit of magic to fix the problem. Dad wasn't happy. Him and Mum got into a huge fight. He was yelling at her that she should have told him, and she was yelling at him that she was afraid she would lose him.

"Dad left the next day. He went to live with Grandma and Grandpa. They were shocked. Grandpa even had a heart attack and died from it."

Harry's eyes widened. Uncle Vernon was dead? Harry never knew. But he doubted that his uncle's heart attack was from the shock alone. He had a feeling that his poor health helped him.

"Dad and Grandma blamed us."

"What?" gasped Harry.

Drake nodded. "Yup. They said they never wanted to see us again. We tried to attend Grandpa's funeral, but Dad and Grandma shouted for us to get out. A few months later, we tried visiting. Dad slammed the door in our faces. All because we were magical."

Harry felt angry as he looked at Drake. Mistreating him was one thing, but mistreating his wife and son for being a witch and a wizard. How could he?

"I'm sorry Drake." Harry said quietly.

"That's not even the worst part." said Drake. "After that, Mum became depressed. She rarely spoke, ate, or left the bed. She said the only two people she ever loved had left her. She thought she could be happy with Dad after the first person, Cedric I think his name was, died, but when Dad left her, she seemed to die on the inside."

Harry now even more sad and angry. He didn't know what he would do if he lost Ginny. And Poor Cho. She loved Cedric and he was killed. Then after she found love again with Dudley, he walked out on her just because she was a witch. How could he be so heartless?

"I hated Dad for what he did." said Drake, now sounding angry. "I decided that if Dad was going to hate me for being a wizard, I would be the best wizard I could be."

Harry realized he was about to find out why Drake was so powerful.

"I bought spell books." said Drake. "Lots of them. I got a wand and began practicing. I remember, sometimes I wouldn't eat or sleep, I would just keep going. Pushing my limits. After I mastered all the spells, I moved onto trying them nonverbally. I kept practicing, and learning, and pushing myself for six years. And now, here I am."

Now Harry understood why Drake was so strong. He had been training himself for several years.

"The only thing I had trouble with was Divination." said Drake. "I bought a crystal ball and everything, but couldn't seem to get the hang of it. The whole thing is a load of dragon dung if you ask me."

Harry laughed. "I guess we think alike. Really you can't learn Divination. You have to be born with the gift. At least I know the secret behind your powers. But I'm curious to know, why you learned the Killing Curse."

"Not just the Killing Curse." said Drake. "All three Unforgivable Curses."

"Why?"

"Why not? We would learn them eventually. Not that I have ever had a reason to use them. I still learned them. I've never used them on anyone though. I even trained myself to resist the Imperius Curse."

"But the Killing Curse." said Harry. "You did it perfectly. What could cause you to hate so much?"

"My father." said Drake angrily. "I hated him for what he did. I guess it grew the more I saw my mum suffer. It took me longer to master the Killing Curse than any other spell, but I still pulled it off. I just wanted to be powerful, so I never stopped. I admire you, professor. You are the most powerful wizard. And I wanted to be as strong as you."

Harry chuckled. "Well I see what you're trying to do in becoming the greatest wizard. But there's more to it than knowing a verity of spells and being able to cast powerful spells."

"Like what, sir?"

"Well take Voldemort for example. He was powerful, yes. He knew many spells. He was feared because he was a murderer, not because he was a great wizard. He was filled with hate. He was incapable of caring for anyone. He had no love in him. And no matter how powerful he was, without love he was defeated."

"How exactly was he defeated?"

"Well you see, Voldemort's power was fueled by hatred. The most common spell he used was the Killing Curse. That curse, of course, is fueled by total hatred. Normally this spell is unblockable. But I found a way to block it. When he attempted to kill my girlfriend, I thought of nothing but saving her. I cast a Protego, which wouldn't normally block the Killing Curse, but it was fueled by my love for Ginny. Love is more powerful than hate. And so, the curse was blocked. After I took away Voldemort's ability to kill, he was powerless."

Drake's eyes were as wide as galleons by the time Harry finished.

"Sir, do you think I could block the Killing Curse?" he asked.

Harry looked at him thoughtfully. "As far as I know, I'm the only one who has managed to block it. But it is possible for you to. But if the situation ever occurred, you would have to empty yourself of all hate and let your love for your friends and family fill you. If you can fuel your magic by love, then you should be able to block the Killing Curse."

Drake nodded in understanding.

"Well, it looks like your lunch period is almost over." said Harry. "You better hurry along if you want to get something to eat."

Drake got up to leave. He walked to the door but stopped when Harry spoke again.

"Drake, if you ever need anything, feel free to ask."

Drake smiled. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad we had this talk."

And then he was gone.

(A/N: Well, there it is, Drake's past. I know, my pairing of Dudley and Cho is very, very unlikely, but I felt like Cho still needed to play an important roll. I kind of feel bad for giving her such a sad future though. And poor Drake, can you really blame him for wanting to be so strong just to spite his father who ruined his and his mother's lives. As for the Killer Curse, well you can image how Drake feels about his father after what he did. I'll write more and update soon.)