Title: Father Mine
Summary: AU Harry Potter had been feared by the wizarding population since he was nine years old, now he's going to Hogwarts with Remus his Professor and adoptive father...but what will everyone else think of this? RH
Rating: T (may rise to M)
Status: 9 chapters written, 9 chapters posted
Review count: 184 (27 Yay)
You know what...it's midnight...I can't do this now
Pairings: Sirius x Remus, Remus x Harry
Notes: Well...I won't be updating properly for at least 2 weeks and this story has lost it's flame...it has no end...no future. Bugger...and I like this one too.
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All those present in the Great Hall for the sorting had gone to bed in a state of shock. The name 'Isabel Potter' had set off excited whispers and anxious waiting to find out her house. However, students and teachers alike were to be sorely disappointed and in some case traumatised.
The hat had gone down on her head and almost instantly the only part of her face that was visible, her mouth, had turned into an unpleasant and frankly, painful looking, frown. Her fists clenched and she began to shake with Harry could sense was badly suppressed rage. Suddenly the tear in the hat opened and out came the one word no one expected to here, "SLYTHERIN!"
No one applauded, not even the Slytherins who normally were the sole ones to cheer one of their own. Harry and Hermione looked up at Professor Snape who seemed suddenly paler than usual and he definitely wasn't smirking.
Isabel had removed the hat, yelled at it about how it was rubbish and then yelled at Professor McGonagall telling her they needed a new sorting system. She then proceeded to walk towards the Gryffindor table, all of whom were eyeing her in wonder.
However, she encounter a barrier and Hermione explained that once put in a house you couldn't be re-housed and you weren't allowed to sit at another table until you had sat at your own. Isabel had whined and stamped her foot, Lily had got up and tried to console her daughter, which had done little. After another disastrous scene Isabel was persuaded to sit at the very end of the Slytherin table, away from everyone else.
The sorting continued with mishap but the atmosphere was somewhat tense and dampened by the previous display.
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The next day, news of the girl-who-lived's misfortune was all over the Daily Prophet. At breakfast Dumbledore had to remove reporters rather forcibly asking Isabel how it had happened. James had sent in a howler demanding a resorting and it was all a little to dramatic for Harry's tastes. Isabel? She played it for all she was worth. Said she'd 'make the best of a bad situation and try to help the Slytherins see the light.' Harry grinned, she'd be mince meet.
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However it seemed that Isabel insisted on competing with Pansy Parkinson for the attentions of one, Draco Malfoy. She refused to stop tormenting him. Another annoyance was his Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockheart. He'd been disappointed when Remus had told him he had to go away and felt a strange longing for him from somewhere in the depths of his mind.
It was late one night that Harry was wondering up to Ravenclaw tower when a blonde topped head hurtled into him.
"Drakie-poooooooooo, where have you gone?" It was Isabel
"Hide me," he heard from somewhere on top of him, he looked to see Draco Malfoy; the boy he'd seen in Flourish and Blotts. Harry looked around desperately, no classrooms but there was a tapestry…of a Phoenix in flames. Sirius had told him about it, there was an alcove behind it perfect for…but Remus had slapped a hand over Sirius' mouth at that point.
"This way," Harry replied hoisting the other boy to his feet along with him and whispering something at the tapestry. The threads unravelled and Harry pulled Draco through, sewing up behind him and soundproofing the dark little cubbyhole they found themselves in.
"Thanks," the blond hissed at Harry who was wedged next to him.
"Your welcome," Harry replied.
"She'd have caught me as well firing binding spells at me," Draco continued.
"No one deserves that," Harry replied.
"Nice thing to say about your sister."
Harry snorted, "Her name's Potter isn't it?"
"Yeh, so?" Draco's brow furrowed.
"Mine's Lupin, as far as I'm concerned, she's not my sister."
"But she is by blood," Harry frowned, "it's foolish to deny it, by all legalities you are still Harry Potter."
"Shut up," Harry snapped, "I hate that name and everything it stands for, you wouldn't understand."
"And who are you to say that, you know nothing about me," the blonde's temper spiralled.
Harry bit his tongue, "You're right, I'm sorry. Wanna start over?" Draco didn't reply.
"I'm Harry Lupin," Harry held out his hand, "and you?"
"Draco Malfoy," he replied taking Harry's hand and shaking it.
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Alright, I know this isn't really a chapter...it's a pathetic excuse really but I'm sure you people will survive. Anyway, if you wanna check out a future spoiler...or rather the vision that started this fic in the first place go to my user-profile page and go to my website. It's not hard to find...honest. Lol, bi now peeps.
