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Sorry it's taken me a bit longer to get this chapter up I had a few problems with it and ended up taking a break so I could come back fresh to it. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know not too much happens but I promise there will be more going on in the next one.
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A Timelord His Daughter and A Wizard
Chapter seven
Professor Albus Dumbledore had, had his suspicions ever since he had seen Harry Smith sit on the stool with the sorting had on his head. The boy bore an uncanny resemblance to James Potter, even from that distance. He had watched the girl who had just been put into Slytherin by the sorting hat wait by him, almost as if she knew they would be together. There was something strange about that girl, as if she was something more than an eleven year old child, as if they both were. He had watched them, the way they reacted to things that happened next, acting with a self assurance that children of their age should not have. He watched Harry wince as Quirrell tried to remove the necklaces and fainted, then get called over to the Slytherin table by of all people Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter in Slytherin house, friends with the son of a Death Eater that was not meant to happen. Harry Potter, the boy that lived should have been in Gryffindor, like Lilly and James. He had watched the pair interact with their table mates. Severus Snape had noticed the way he had been watching the boy.
"You think he is Potter old man?" The former Death Eater turned spy, had asked, watching him watch the boy. "Lilly's son is gone; yes he looks like James Potter." He spat the name out, hatred still colouring his tone, even after all this time. "But you know as well as I do that though Lilly gave her son protection with her last breath, the wards around the Dursley's house fell four years ago, the boy that lived is no more."
Dumbledore turned slightly to look at the potions master. "Because the wards fell does not mean that the boy died, just that he no longer regarded number four privet drive as his home." He paused. "You have seen the boy Severus, you can see how much he looks like James, does he have Lilly's eyes too?"
"Certainly his eyes remind me of hers, but he has no scar on his head." Snape said flatly. "Face it old man, this is just a boy that looks like Potter, Potter never had a twin."
"Ah yes the girl." Dumbledore watched the two children again.
"I have met their Father old man, apart from a marked resemblance to the now deceased Barty Crouch junior, and a remarkably well protected mind, there is nothing out of the ordinary about him." Snape wanted to get off the subject of the boy and girl that were now his responsibility while they were in the school. He definitely didn't want to think that the boy might possibly, be Potter, or think how the Father had slipped into his mind so easily; no one had ever made him feel so naked or defenceless before, not the Marauders at school, not the Dark Lord, not even the wizard who sat next to him.
"The Father, this John Smith, that Lucius is so taken with, could possibly be Merlin." Dumbledore mused slightly, making Snape wonder if the old wizard was loosing his mind. "When he entered Gringotts, the magical alarms went off and the portraits changed to show him, then he apparently apparated, himself the children and a magically altered muggle artefact out of his vault." Dumbledore looked at Snape to see his reaction, but nothing showed on the man's face. "The goblins were understandably upset."
Snape was beginning to wonder if Dumbledore really was starting to loose his mind, he had pinned so much hope on the Potter boy. "Headmaster, until I have proof to the contrary I shall treat Mr and Miss Smith as I would any other Slytherin." He hoped that, that would close the conversation.
Dumbledore had dropped the conversation and discussed other things with his other Professors while the meal concluded. While he was making his speech, he found himself looking round the great hall searching out those he felt needed to have the rules impressed upon them a little more. He did not however miss the look that passed between young Harry and his sister as he warned everyone about the forest and the third floor corridor. He watched as along with Malfoy and Zabini the two Smiths took the lead of the first years following Flint out of the hall on the way to the dungeons. When the hall was sufficiently empty he made his way out and back up to his office, the sorting hat was already back in its place and he took it down putting it on his head.
"Ah headmaster." The hat sounded tired after sorting all the children. "You want to know about Mr and Miss Smith do you not?"
Dumbledore almost smiled at that the hat knew him well.
"Powerful children to be sure, so strong so young, twins, the sister protective of the brother, not the other way as you would expect." "Her mind was partially closed to me, yet her gifts shine from her, she would have done well in any of the houses, she has qualities for all of them, but she is not the one you are interested in is she, you want to know about the boy." "There is something about him, something hidden, something more than ordinary, they are secretive with strong minds, Harry has a strong desire to prove himself, a Parseltoungue as is his sister, a puzzle and no mistake I offered him a choice and he chose Slytherin, to be with his sister I fancy."
The hat fell silent and the headmaster slowly took it off, he felt that he had received no answers to his questions, only more questions. He had a strong feeling the boy was indeed the missing Harry Potter. However how could Harry possibly have a twin sister? Then who was the seemingly mysterious John Smith, could he really be Merlin or was it all some trick. At last sitting in front of his flickering fire he decided to go with his instincts and confront the boy about his suspicions. A young boy surely would not be devious enough to hide the truth from him, after all, even Voldemort as a child had not been able to hide all that he was from him.
So it was that on the first day of school after lunch, the young man who seemed to be such a puzzle knocked on the door of his study and entered the room. On entering at Dumbledore's invitation to do so, Harry looked around with no little interest, the old wizard waited a few seconds and then when he felt he had waited long enough, launched his surprise attack.
"Finally, please sit down Mr. Potter."
Harry looked at the elderly wizard, no emotion showing on his face, though he was shocked to hear that name, it was no longer his and his body language reflected that.
"I beg your pardon Professor Dumbledore, I think your owl must have delivered your note to the wrong person, my name is Smith not Potter."
"Come now Mr. Potter, Harry my dear boy, it was I who placed you with your aunt and uncle you have nothing to fear by reveling your true identity to me." Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at the boy.
Angela listening in; reflected that by placing Harry at number four privet drive the old wizard had done Harry no favors. She did not like to think of what Harry had been like when they first met him, the Doctor had repeatedly probed his mind after Harry had nightmares every night for the first week. Then the Doctor had taught them both how to shield their minds from mental intrusion. However Dumbledore was talking to Harry again so she stopped thinking about that and continued to listen through the link she and Harry were maintaining in his mind.
"I knew both your parents, they were both Gryffindor's so I find it a little hard to believe that you yourself are in Slytherin."
"You know the oncoming storm and the bad wolf?" Harry asked, knowing the names the Doctor and Rose also went by would confuse the wizard.
This was indeed the case as Dumbledore lost the thread of what he was say, and paused looking at Harry. "The oncoming storm, the bad wolf?" He questioned.
Both Harry and Angela could not resist smirking at his confusion. "Our parents, mine and Angela's, you know Angela my twin sister." Harry wasn't above a surprise attack of his own. "That's what some people call them."
"No, I was referring to James and Lilly Potter your parent's." Dumbledore was sounding slightly shaken.
"Sir my parent's names are John and Rose Smith, I am Harry Smith my twin sister is Angela Smith, I'm confused as why you insist I am someone else." The more Dumbledore kept on the more Harry wanted to get away.
He felt a push at his mind and at once slammed his shields into place, the doors in his mind locking and barring themselves, especially with a little extra push from Angela. All Dumbledore got from trying to legilimatise Harry was a long corridor with lots of doors that were firmly locked and bolted. Harry and Dumbledore looked at each other, the boy unsure if he should protests, the man shocked at how easily he was being blocked from the boys mind.
"Harry please you have no idea how important you are, how famous you are." Dumbledore was now trying to appeal to Harry's curiosity.
'Harry let him think your upset.' Angela's advice whispered into his mind, and did his best not to smile.
"Please sir; I don't know who you think I am." Harry allowed a little quiver to enter his voice. "I know who I am; I know who my family are!" He let a tear trickle down his cheek. "I don't think I want to stay here if you are going to keep on insisting I'm someone else, I'm just Harry, Harry Smith sir."
He saw the worried look flash across Dumbledore's face and inside gave a sight of relief, hopefully the old man was going to drop this now and he could get away
"Of course Harry, forgive me, it's just that you look so much like James Potter and with your name being Harry I just thought."
"Can I go now?" Harry dropped his head so the man would not see the grin he was trying to hide. "I don't want to be late for class."
Dumbledore gave him a sad smile. "Yes Mr. Smith you can go, I'm sorry if I upset you."
Head still down Harry turned to the door, opening it and slipping outside, once he had closed the door behind him he leant against the wall giving a sigh of relief before heading for the staircase. At the bottom Angela stood waiting for him.
"Do you think he's going to let this go?" Harry questioned as they walked away consulting their timetable to see where they should be now.
"I have no idea." Angela said with a sigh as they hurried along. "It's gonna be a pain if he keeps it up though good job Dad taught us how to protect our minds, I felt him trying to snoop."
"Yeah how wrong was that?" Harry frowned. "I wonder how many other people's minds he snoops in without them knowing."
The pair of them hurried on considering that question as they walked, they were having trouble finding their way despite the map that they had, the corridors seemed to change on them. Still finally they made it to their next classroom and joined the other students that were milling around outside. Draco and Blaise seemed to be up to something and the twins idly wondered what it might be.
"A-a-a-all r-r-r-right students i-i-i-in you g-g-g-go." Quirrell's stutter seemed to be worse right now.
As he passed Harry the boy felt a sharp pain in his head, it went un-noticed by everyone but Angela, she, watched her brother in alarm, remembering that he had been in pain in the great hall when the teachers were trying to remove the vipers.
"Are you okay?" She whispered as they made their way into the classroom.
"The you know what, it hurts." He whispered back.
She nodded and as they sat down at their desks she pulled out her psychic paper and wrote a quick note on it with her mind. Harry's scar's hurting what do you think? Looking at it for a few seconds she thought hard about the Doctor before slipping it away again.
"Did you tell Dad?" Harry questioned, she nodded her head and he gave her a quick smile before they turned their attention to the Professor at the front of the class room.
The lesson that lots of the children thought would be interesting quickly proved to be rather boring, Quirrell's stutter was more and more annoying as the lesson went on. Harry felt the odd twinge in his head as if something was making an assault on his mind, he kept his shields up and firmly in place, aided a little by Angela when she realised what was going on, the link they had initiated earlier still in place. By the end of the lesson they felt they had learned nothing and both of them had headaches. They were both relived to escape from the class room and the nervous turban wearing teacher.
"What a waste of a day." Draco remarked later as they sat in the great hall eating their dinner.
Angela and Harry were both quiet not really feeling like talking, their housemates seemed to understand this and left the pair alone. Once the meal was finished, the two of them by unspoken mutual consent headed off to the library. At first Madame Pince the librarian was not too happy to see the pair of them, however she soon calmed down when Angela started asking about books titles and where they might be found. Pointing them in the direction she thought they wanted she left them alone making Harry grin at her retreating back.
"That was great." Harry told his sister with a grin.
Grinning back at him Angela led the way deeper into the library, starting a search for books on the forbidden forest. They were a little surprised to see Fred and George Weasley at the back of the library, which they thought might explain the librarian's attitude to them when they first came in.
"Hey there."
"Little snakes come and."
"Join us."
Fred and George had spotted them, giving the other twins a grin, Harry and Angela made their way over to their table. Each of them grabbed a seat and sat down.
"Would you please talk normally?" Angela asked.
"We're sure you can." Harry added.
"Cos if you don't."
"We'll have to do the same."
Fred or was it George started to laugh until, George or was it Fred slapped his hand over his brothers mouth before the librarian heard them.
"Okay fair enough." The twin who had not laughed replied. "We can do that, though we have to say you're pretty good at it too."
"Well we are twins as well." Harry replied to the others.
"So what are you two looking for in here, I'm Fred by the way?"
Angela and Harry looked at each other for a moment considering if they should join forces with the twins.
"We're looking for information on the forbidden forest." Harry said leaning closer to the older boys in case someone might be snooping.
"Nice, oh yeah we were right about you two." George had a big grin on his face. "We can tell you quite a bit, we've had a few detentions for trying to get in there." He glanced around. "What do you say we put aside house differences and work together on this, you two game for some fun?"
"Oh hell yes." Angela said with a grin looking at Harry. "We were born to run."
Not quite getting what she meant Fred pulled out a piece of parchment from his bag and tapped it with his wand twice, causing a map to slowly reveal itself. The four of them looked at it and Harry and Angela could see it was a map if the forbidden forest, well it was a partial map the middle of it was blank, the only details were some around the outside of it. Looking at each other a little disappointed at how little detail there was, the fraternal twins gave the other two a little smile.
"So how long have you guys been at this?" Harry asked.
"Umm, a couple years." Fred said with a look of frustration on his face. "You have no idea how hard it is to get in there with everyone keeping an eye on you."
Angela smiled a plan occurring to her. "They might be watching you but they won't be watching us, so how about you cause a distraction and we'll head into the forest." Harry gave her a grin of approval and so did the Weasley's, she looked at the map for a moment, before looking up at the others. "Pity there isn't a way of knowing whose where at what time." She said with sigh.
"Now it's funny you should say that." George said with a grin pulling a piece of parchment out of his bag. "We liberated something from Filch's office when we got caught doing something, you're going to like this." He added as he pointed his wand at it, after glancing round, then he said. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The two older boys grinned at Harry and Angela as the words Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, purveyors of aids to magical mischief-makers, are proud to present the Marauder's Map. The map displayed the location of everyone within the castle and its grounds, also showing the location of secret passageways and instructions on how to access them
"Nice." Harry said. "Got a better password than your map too, what would you do if anyone got hold of yours its pretty easy to open."
"True." Fred said. "Maybe we should give ourselves a name like the marauders did, and nicknames so no one would know it was us."
The other three nodded. "Well since Dads the oncoming storm you could be lightening and I could be thunder." Angela suggested looking at Harry. "Can't have a good storm without thunder and lightening."
Her brother nodded his head smiling at her while Fred and George nodded, the pair of them obviously thinking.
Finally after a couple of minutes George suggested. "Beater and bludger, cos we're both on the Quiddich team for Gryffindor."
"Nice one." Fred agreed, pointing his wand at marauders map and saying. "Mischief managed causing it to look like a plain piece of parchment again. "Now what are we going to call ourselves?"
The four of them fell to thinking now and then one of them throwing out an idea till finally Harry said. "The corsairs."
"Oh like Dad's old friend?" Angela asked with a grin.
The Weasley twins nodded their agreement, and they became 'the corsairs', the rest of the time in the library was spent on charming the paper and trying to make it as good as the Marauders map. Finally they had to part Company as it was almost curfew for two Slytherin's, Angela grabbed some books she wanted to look at as they were leaving and she and Harry headed back to the dungeons talking about what they were going to do. Since it was something they did not want anyone else knowing about they spoke in Silurian.
"So that's the trip to the forest started; now there's the corridor on the third floor." Harry said looking this way and that as they lined themselves up with the doorway to the common room and dormitories.
"So why don't we leave it a day or so and head up there, snake head's." Angela said.
"Agreed." Harry replied. "So you get anything back from Dad yet?"
"Not yet." The pair stepped into the common room looking around, Draco and Blaise were playing wizard chess and Pansy and Millicent were watching them. "You know Dad thought he may be busy with something else, I think we should keep a record of when your scar hurts and who's around when it does."
Harry nodded his head and without thinking summoned a piece of parchment and a quill. He did not notice the look's of shock on that faces of some of the older Slytherin's who were sitting round the common room, he was too busy thinking about when his scar had hurt. The dark and blond twins sat down ignoring the looks they got.
"Let's see." Harry tapped the quill against his hand. "The first time was in the great hall during the sorting, just about everyone was there, you Snape, McGonagall, Quirrell, everyone sitting at the tables." He thought again. "We'll end up listing everyone is the school if I put down everyone who was there."
"Just put everyone who was close to you, leave me out though if I was causing it, it would have happened before." Angela suggested.
Harry nodded writing on the parchment then drawing a line under it, and then looked at his sister again. "Second time was in defense against the dark arts." He paused, hand over the parchment. "So that's all the first year Slytherin's and Quirrell." Harry wrote that down and looked over at her. "So it looks like that makes it someone in Slytehrin."
"Quirrell was there both times too." Harry looked at Angela.
"Are you serious have you seen the guy?"
Angela smiled looking at her brother as she shook her head. "Has Dad taught you nothing?"
Harry looked sheepish and circled Quirrell's name, where it appeared on the paper.
"Hey guys what you doing?" Draco had come over and was looking at the parchment. "Some sort of art?" He questioned looking at the circles, circular shapes and odd lines.
"Yeah just doodles." Harry rolled up the parchment, thankful that he had made the list in Gallireyan and not in English; at least no one else could read it.
Draco nodded then all the first years looked up as Flint told them to get off to bed. Once in their rooms everyone started getting ready for bed, soon the first year dorms were dark and quiet apart from normal sleeping noises.
Just after midnight Angela opened her eyes and slipped out of bed, pulling her robe on over her night wear she headed out into the common room taking her pile of books from the library with her. Settling in a chair which was quickly becoming her favorite she opened the first of the books, she was researching wards and charms. She would be the first to acknowledge that Harry was the better of the pair of them at charms, but she could definitely read a lot faster than him, in point of fact she had already read all the books assigned to them for the first year, what she had read however gave no help in trying to circumvent the wards and charms that were in place in the dorms. The books she had taken from the library were much more advanced and gave her some interesting information. Finally after an hour she smirked to herself and set off to the bedroom, opening her trunk she slipped out her sonic screwdriver and headed out into the common room. Fiddling with the settings she proceeded to point it at the walls and set them vibrating gently then she settled back with another book to see what would happen.
She did not have to wait long Snape swooped into the room looking furious, he glanced around the room and saw only Angela sitting in a chair by the dying fire reading. Pulling his wand out, he flicked it muttering a few words and settling the walls.
"Your wand Miss Smith." He demanded.
Angela looked up at him. "It's in my dorm room professor, should I get it?"
He nodded his head looking impatient and she walked quickly back to the room and hurried back handing her wand to him. Without a word he cast a spell to see what spells had been cast by it, he frowned slightly when he saw some of the spells she had used it to cast, however there was nothing that she had done that would have tested the wards. He handed it back to her without a word, and then looked around the room again.
"Has anyone else been out here with you Miss Smith?"
"No professor." She replied. "Just me, and I've been reading."
He nodded and without another word headed off to bed, Angela permitted herself a smile, it had taken him two minute and sixteen seconds to get there, since she had activated the screwdriver. The wards were very sensitive but there would be a way round them, there was always a way. Still smiling she settled back with another book and continued with her research.
Okay there you have chapter seven, I know not much happened but I wanted to set up 'the corsairs' and show why Dumbledore thinks Harry is well Harry. I hope you enjoyed it, I'm planning on someone showing up in the next chapter.
