A Second Chance

Summary: Harry Potter never went to his relatives. Why not? Because there was someone who took him away first. Someone who knew the future before it happened and decided to change it.

Before I even started writing Harry Potter-fics, I had the plot to one in my head that I never wrote down. Then I read the fic Déguiser by Batsutousai, and the fic came back to me. It's not like that fic, but you can see some patterns. Many thanks to Batsutousai whose fic made me remember.

Pairing/s: None.

Warnings: Dumbledore bashing, Gryffindor bashing, siding with Voldemort-fic, fake Prophecy, Smart!Harry and Dark! but not Evil!Harry. Oh, and there will be three Weasleys siding with Harry; the twins and Bill.

Disclaimers: I will never, ever in my whole life be able to own Harry Potter /cries/ He belongs to JK Rowling and no one else.

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UPDATED 2010-09-13

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Chapter Nine

Harry was almost bouncing by the time they were going down to meet their guardians. Hermione and Padma found it funny and Draco grinned. Neville kept himself quiet and still, not wanting to be noticed by anyone or anything. Ron had glared at him when he went to meet the raven-haired boy and his friends so therefore he was not in his best spirits. The raven-haired boy noticed Miles watching him a bit and sent the Auror a smile, showing everything was alright. Miles nodded, almost invisibly, and then moved on.

"Chill out, Harry," the blonde said when Harry had not calmed down. "You spoke to him yesterday."

"Draco, I've never been away from him this long! Oh, here they come!"

Hermione and Padma began looking for their parents while Draco asked them to tell him if they saw two blonde-headed adults with each other. Neville almost did not want to look after his grandmother, she was known to not like Slytherins but gave in and glanced around to see if she was nearby.

"Dia!" Harry shouted in excitement, and the girls and the Gryffindor looked to see who Harry's uncle was.

Their eyes widened as they saw a man with red eyes walking up to them. His raven hair was pooling down his shoulders and he was dressed in a simple black robe with a dark blue cloak over himself. He looked behind himself and they saw the two Malfoys move towards them. Then a white-haired man and a brown-haired woman came as well.

"Salerna! Cissi!" Harry continued in shock.

Cissi was first to come. She bent down and hugged him before saying:

"Did you really think we would let him see you alone? No, no for Merlin's sake! I haven't seen you in like forever!"

"Cissi dear, let the poor boy breathe," Salerna said and pried his wife from the boy. "Don't be shy now, Diablos. Greet your nephew."

Diablos rolled his eyes and Harry grinned. He ran forward and hugged his uncle's waist tightly. The man ruffled his hair and offered the boy a smile which he got returned within a moment.

Narcissa and Lucius came forward and greeted their son. Hermione ran off to get her parents, and Padma saw hers were greeting Parvati. She instantly did not want to go there. Diablos looked at her and then at her parents. Gryffindors he concluded and decided not to do anything. After all, most Gryffindors had been terrified off him when he was in school.

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Dumbledore tensed when he saw Diablos step into the hall with Harry and the others. The man who had destroyed everything he had planned. He had to get Diablos out of the picture. Maybe he would send Harry to the Weasleys; yes, they were a good family and perfect to get Harry to see the real Light. Now he only needed to get some things done in the Ministry and ban Diablos Potter from England just when Harry was going back to Italy at the end of the year. By then he would have convinced the Weasleys to take the raven-haired boy in, not that it would pose any problems, and then they have a week to manipulate him. Easy; Dumbledore would visit every day to make sure Harry was going to stay either with the Weasleys or the Dursleys. Then he would never want to return to his evil uncle again. Dumbledore smiled; such a good plan.

"Evil old coot," Diablos muttered to the potatoes as he stabbed them.

"Dia, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"What?" the man said and looked up.

"You're killing your potatoes. What have the poor things ever done to you?" Salerna asked. Padma and Hermione giggled at that.

"Beware before I kill you," Diablos sneered, pointing the fork against the man in a threatening matter and returned to stabbing the poor potatoes. "It's just Dumbledore; I hate that smile."

"You hate everything about him," Lucius said, "so let's ignore him and don't dare trying to hurt that chicken leg."

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Bill let his eyes roam over the hall, and stayed a bit on Diablos. The man looked healthy, happy and not too depressed. Good. He moved on. He ignored his mother's scolding, Ginny's whines and Ron's hissings. His father apparently tried to do that as well as he stared blankly up in the roof. The twins were rather silent for once and Charlie was off in another world. Percy was sitting a bit away with some of his friends, having already greeted his family and thinking he didn't have to be with them anymore. 'So unfair,' Bill thought. 'I want to go away as well. Preferably to Egypt, or Italy or… damn, anywhere but here.'

He sighed and returned to glare at his food. He was not even hungry.

"Bill?" Molly said. "Something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong mum," he replied. "Just not very hungry."

"You have to eat," the woman said. "Merlin knows how skinny you are. Bill, have you seen Harry Potter's uncle?"

"Who?" 'Better play stupid. It works pretty well with her.'

"He sits at the Slytherin table with red eyes," the Weasley said and shuddered. "Poor Harry having to be with him."

"Do you know him or what?"

"Not personally," Molly said. "But just the way he looks. Albus always said Harry would be much happier with the kind Dursleys than that monster."

'Don't defend him, don't defend him, do NOT defend him…' "You don't even know if he's a monster, mum." 'Damn.'

Molly looked at her son as if he was crazy.

"Albus told us!" she said. "So of course when Albus tells us he's a monster he is one. Now eat your food."

'What Albus tells is the truth or what?' Bill thought irritably. 'I pity you, Diablos, I really do.'

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As they were eating the desert, the doors suddenly banged open and Quirrel ran inside.

"Trolls in the dungeons," he panted out. "Thought you wanted to know…"

And then he fainted. Diablos looked at the teacher, then turned to Harry and said in disbelief:

"That's the DADA teacher?"

"Dia! Didn't you listen to what he said? A troll!" Harry hissed at the man.

"Yes, and? They are too stupid to come in on their own, so obviously someone let it in."

"Diablos, there is a bloody troll in the school," Lucius growled. "Can't you at least act like you are a little worried?"

"Why should I be worried?" Diablos asked, confused. "I'm not afraid of trolls. If it had been Voldemort in the dungeons I may have considered feeling some level of worry."

"Everyone will stay in here while the teachers check the dungeons!" Dumbledore called out. "There is no need to panic. Please continue to enjoy the feast."

The teachers rose up and quickly made their way out. They closed the entrance doors and immediately the talking began.

"Trolls?" Joanne Granger, Hermione's mother, said worriedly. "You mean real trolls?"

"Big, nasty creatures," Diablos said. "Too stupid to do anything else but swing a club and acting like an idiot. They won't have much problem with it."

Suddenly it banged on the door. Everyone got quiet. Diablos looked at it, groaned and hit his head on the table.

"Did I have to say that?" he muttered as the doors sprung open.

"It's three of them!" someone screamed.

The Grangers nearly screamed as three big trolls walked inside, each having clubs in their hands. The people dragged their children up and ran away from the trolls. But one girl was not so fortune.

"Parvati!" Padma screamed as her sister was lifted up by one of them.

"Mum! Dad!" Parvati cried out.

"Damn, did they have to do that?" Salerna muttered.

"Should we take matters in our own hands?" Diablos said to the white-haired man. "Miles followed with the teachers."

"I saw that. What do you have in store?"

"You distract the smelly one and I get the child."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Dunno; dance hula-hula?"

"Want the trolls to laugh themselves to death?"

Diablos smiled cheekily, a sight not seen on a very long time, and got up from the table. Salerna growled and followed.

"Dia!" Harry hissed but the man was already walking up the trolls. Salerna picked up a plate, forced his magic in it to make it heavier and threw it at the troll holding Parvati. It hit in the head and the troll howled.

"Here, you big idiot!" Salerna shouted and waved his arms. "Come on, right over here you shit!"

Diablos walked slowly closer to the troll while it turned its attention to Salerna.

"What are they doing?" someone screamed.

"They're distracting the troll," Hermione whispered. "Enough so Diablos can take Parvati."

Diablos stopped when the troll suddenly turned to him. He drew his hand carefully to where his wand was, and the troll raised the club it held. Salerna whipped his wand out and spelled the club away. The creature turned to look where it had been and Diablos ran forward, letting go of his wand-holster. Within a moment he had reached the creature, aimed his leg up to kick the arm and then taking Parvati as the troll let go. Salerna got up a goblet, made it heavier and threw it at the troll. Diablos jumped away with the girl and put her down onto the ground.

"What are you looking at?" he shouted at the adults. "Help us out!"

"Salerna!" Lucius shouted as he got up. Salerna was thrown into the wall and fell down onto the floor. He staggered up, blood pouring out from a head-wound.

One of the trolls swung his club against Diablos. He looked up at the club, and raised one arm. He heard screams but decided that it was no big matter. His arm would hurt like hell after this but for the moment he didn't care.

The club hit. Dust came up around the man. People flinched. Harry stared with wide eyes and then shouted:

"Dia!"

People stared as they saw the puzzled face belonging to the troll. The dust cleared, showing a strange but impressive sight.

Diablos was holding the club with his arm and when the troll tried to lift it his magic tightened as did his hand. His arm screamed in protest but he was beyond caring about pain. He grabbed the club with the other hand, swiftly dragged it from the troll's hand and swung it at the creature. It was with a sickening crack that it hit the head and the troll fell down.

As he straightened up, the other trolls were over-powered by curses and jinxes thrown by the adults and some of the older students. A smaller body crashed into Diablos and he yelped as he felt the pain returning.

"Harry, my arm-!"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" the boy almost shouted into his chest.

Diablos winced as the arms tightened and dragged his arms out from the embrace. He patted Harry's head gently as the teachers came back in shock. He led the boy over to the table, and realized he had broken his arm.

"Diablos, your arm," Narcissa said.

He looked down at the mess and saw the blood dripping down.

"Oh," he said faintly. "Maybe it wasn't such a smart idea."

"For once you admit your idiocy!" Salerna growled, hand keeping pressure on his wound. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Getting rid of the nuisance," Diablos replied with a shrug. He held up a hand against Salerna's wound and the man removed his own hand. The red-eyed man pressed his palm lightly against the wound and healed it. The Grangers stared at the men in shock at the casual display of healing magic. Harry finally let go of his uncle so they could sit down.

Wincing the raven-haired man slowly brought his arm up. He was numb up to his elbow and made a quick scan.

"Will you live?" Salerna asked sarcastically, touching the newly-healed skin.

"Some of the nerves were damaged by the hit," Diablos said, making Hermione shudder. "Both bones broken at three places each and one rather big bleeding near my wrist."

"You're insane," the white-haired man informed.

As people began to swarm around the Hall, the Grangers watched in morbid fascination as Salerna took a hold of Diablos' arm and started to find the broken places. Diablos bit his lip for every wave of pain it brought. Salerna found one and said:

"This is going to hurt."

He yanked the bones into place and Diablos gasped. He closed his hand around the place and mended the bones together. The other two were less painful and soon the bones were healed. He began tracing the damaged nerves with his fingertips skimming over his skin and carefully healing them as he found something destroyed. After a few minutes he flexed his hand and moved the arm.

"Seems fine," he said and rolled his sleeve back down. He spelled the blood away but knew the robe was in for a wash later.

"Only you can seem fine with injuries like that," Salerna said with a sigh.

"Shush you," Diablos commented.

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Harry hugged his uncle tightly and took a deep breath. The familiar scent that was purely Diablos drifted back at him. He sighed happily and then reluctantly released the man.

"See you at Christmas," he said quietly.

Diablos looked at his sad nephew and sighed a bit. He then bent down and gave Harry a light kiss on the forehead. The boy froze. Diablos gave him a smile, squeezed his shoulder and then left with Salerna and Cissi. Harry's hand found its way to his forehead and he stared after his uncle. The man had never done anything like that in public before.

Tbc…

Aah, Diablos is melting his frozen heart a bit. Well, chapter nine was short unfortunately but I didn't want to add a lot of unnecessary details.

Chapter ten: Quidditch (No, Harry is not in any of the teams), a scary meeting and Diablos gives free DADA and History-lessons through a mirror. Yay. Look forward to it.

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro