I do not own Harry Potter, This is just a fan fiction
Molly was beyond mere angry, she was furious. She couldn't believe that the son of James Potter, her friend had just killed Ron in such a cruel way, and then denied her the right to bury her child by having a snake eat him,and while he was alive. Why there no one calling for the brats head? He killed her child, the brat should rot in Azkaban, where he should receive the Dementor's kiss for his crime.
"Why is nobody arresting that brat!? He murdered Ron, my child. Why nobody called for the Aurors and arrested this sick bastard. He should be taken to Azkaban and get the Dementor's kiss. He should die in the most horrible way for his crimes."
Harry looked at her, "I give you now the same warning you son received. By calling me a murderer you are dishonoring my house. As the Head of an ancient and noble house, I am within my rights to challenge those that dishonor my house to a duel to the death. I told your son I would, if he continued his actions, which he did. You continue to call me a murderer while I am not, and I swear the same warning will apply to you."
Molly didn't consider the way Ron was killed, she did not even consider how skilled Harry was. "Head of a noble house you might be, but you are still a child. I am a full grown witch with years of experience." Arthur ran to his wife, and closed her moth. With his wand casted a silence charm on her. Harry looked at the man, and waited for him to do something, but he simply took his wife close to his side.
James and Lily could hardly believe it, there child had killed someone in cold blood, and didn't show any remorse. "James aren't you going to say anything?" James looked at his wife, "I am, I am just waiting for everyone to calm down." Harry looked at him, "Well I don't have time to waste, there is a ceremony I must attend."
"Harry, why call yourself the Head of House Gaunt. You are a Potter. Just like your sister, who by the way scared with your little display just now." Harry walked over to his sister and offered her the chance to hug him, which much to Lily's surprise she did. "There, there I am sorry that I scared you, trust me, my friend is quite friendly and safe, to those that don't mean me harm."
"Harry, I am Mary, I attend this school. I just want to know one thing, Will you let me get to know you better, Big Brother?" Harry simply told her his name was Harold Gaunt, and sure she could talk to him whenever she wanted. Then he asked her what house she was sorted into. "As a Gaunt, I guess you wouldn't be surprised, I was sorted into Slytherin, just like mom."
"Well aside from a rather vicious use of one of our most ancient traditions. I would like to ask Harold, how did he cast those spells, I did not see a wand." Snape trying his best to expose his strengths to others, this would sever to know how to defend themselves against him, and to make himself look bad, by saying he had his wand hidden and used it like a coward.
"Wand? I don't need one. I can cast spells better without one. I have yet to find a wand that accepts me." Snape was cursing himself, for asking that, the answer he gave him was frighting, and dangerous. Wandless magic was not something a child should know, and it took a wizard till his old age, to master. But there he was this boy, doing things that only a very practiced wizard should be able to do.
"But you must have a wand for your studies, where is that wand? You are going to a wand weighing ceremony after all." He pulled something from a wand holster on his belt. "This is the one I use for charms, and other non lethal spells. It simply refuses to provide me support in combat." He placed the wand back in the holster. He began walking towards the room the ceremony was going to be held. "And I don't use charms that much. If I cast a spell it will more than likely end up killing something or someone."
Albus Dumbledore was the perfect example of not living by his own words. The man had killed dozens of people, one being his own lover, and yet he was looking at Harry with a look of sheer disapproval and borderline disgust. Molly knew that he was serious and that if she didn't want to end up like Ron, she would have to be smart and try to get her revenge through more subtle, and deniable means. She was already thinking of gathering enough money to hire at least 12 hit wizards. No brat would survive that, and there would be no way for the brat to even find out about it, or so she thought.
The first person he saw was one he knew, but never had met. Ollivander was a well known wand maker, it was obvious that they would try to use their countries very best. "Now I would like all to meet the man who will examine your wands, Mr. Ollivander is one of the top wand makers in the world. So you have nothing to worry about." The old man stepped forward.
"Now I would like for each to come forward when called and hand me your wands. I will see if they are properly maintained, and if not I will attempt to repair them using my field kit. Fleur Delacour, could be so kind as to be first." Fleur walked over to the man and handed her wand to him. "Let me see, a yes, quite willful this wand, cedar, and it looks like the core is..." Fleur decided to tell him "The hair of a veela, my grandmother." Mr. Ollivander became sad when he heard that. "Yes, your wand is properly taken care off, and my condolences on the loss of your grandmother."
Fleur thanked him and walked to her seat right next to her mate. "Now could Victor Krum, be so kind." Victor walked with quite the confident manner. He handed him his wand. "Ah, not one of mine I see, oak, core the hair of a thestral. Bulgarian wands are always so rough, but usually they used them for combat, so they serve their purpose." His wand was indeed properly taken care off.
"Now if Mr. Harry James Potter, be so kind." Harry did not move an inch, "Mr. Potter why are you still seated there." He glared at Minerva and she was feeling a bit uncomfortable. "That is not my name. I have nothing to do with scum like the Potters. I am Harold Gaunt, thank you very much. " Albus finally had to say it. "You will respond to Harry James Potter, till the end of this tournament, after it is over you may call yourself whatever you may wish. But now get off that damn chair and stop being difficult, we have other things to do, than to put up with a brat like you!"
Harry had succeeded in his endeavor. The look on Rita Skeeter was as if she just won the lottery. She was even happier when she saw Harry give her a thumbs up. He planned to do that from the very beginning, to destroy the illusion of the kind and patient headmaster. Rita was thankful, but she knew that she needed to watch her step, she did not want him as her enemy.
"Mr. Potter are you certain this is your wand? because it has been treated roughly and without any care." Harry looked at the old man and smiled, "That is because it is not mine, I took it from a witch that I killed." Ollivander was shocked to the very core to hear that, "Would you care to explain?" Harry took the wand and placed it on a table.
"This witch, who I can't even remember how she was named, used this very wand to cause wealthy young men, to fall in love with her, and then marry her, in there wedding night she cast a spell to make them so miserable, so filled with despair that they muggle would end up killing himself that very night. And that monstrosity is the wand that she used. If the thing was not useful, I would make toothpicks out of it."
Ollivander knew who the owner of the wand was, she was a very sweet and beautiful young lady, always dressed in exquisite gowns. "Well Mr. Potter I believe you will need a new wand, because as much as you hated the owner, the wand it seems is no fan of yours either. That is why it refuses to cast your spells properly, I would even go as far as to say this wands wants your spells to go wrong and you end up killing yourself. My suggestion is that you visit my shop, down in Diagon Alley, and get yourself a wand that is right for you."
"If you will not call me Mr. Potter or anything related to that family, you got yourself a deal." Ollivander did not know why he hated the name so much, but when he saw him next at his shop, he would ask him. The reason must be terrible for a child to hate the family that brought him to this world, and gave him the gift of life. "Very well, Mr. Gaunt I will expect you tomorrow afternoon, that will give me time to find a few wands for you to try."
"Harold, why do you hate being called by your birth name so much?" Minerva asked him as he was ready to leave the room. "Somewhere private if you really want to know the answer." Minerva nodded her head and told him to follow, which he did. "This is the place, I need a room, where I can have a pleasant chat, and keep what is said private." He was about to ask what she was doing, walking next to the wall as she did. Then the door appeared. "I don't know why or even when this was built, but it is called the room of requirement. It will provide anything you might need, if the need is honest."
They walked in on a small tea room, and runes on the corner of the room. "Very well, what is the reason." Harry took a cup of tea, and sat down. "I do believe I told this to someone else, my in laws and they have been ever so supportive since. I shall tell you a tale, a tale of mistreatment, abuse, and where love was replaced by hate, a home that was more of a prison than an actual home."
Harry began to tell her about the abuse, the tests, the names, and the way he was treated. He did not spare a single detail, or painful moment. He told Minerva every instance with the greatest of care to make sure he did not soften the incidents, and told the complete truth. By the end of it, she was in tears, and saw the cold in his eyes. "I became close to the shadows, since they were the ones to hide me from my tormentors, or what you would have me call my parents. I learned shadow magic, and became good friends with the specters that live in the shadows."
"I often say the shadow knows when asked how I know things, I was being quite literal. The shadows know everything you and other people say, and because they are my friends they share this information with me. I could be the richest man in the world, if I used this ability but I would never abuse my friendship with them in such a manner."
Minerva could almost see him smile. "My friends help me, taught me, and showed me where my true home was, I am Harold Gaunt, one of the few descendants of the unjustly accused House of Gaunt, and heir of Salazar Slytherin. Out of all humans in this world, only Fleur my beloved, and her family have been kind to me. I hunt and kill criminals, expose the plans of evil men, and defend the innocent. I did so, to honor my house, but now, I also do it, to protect the love of my life, and the only ray of hope and love that I have ever found."
"I see, that is the reason, have you ever consider forgiving your parents?" Harry took his last sip from his cup and he stood up. and looked upon her. "Would you forgive the people that treated you, as they have treated me? People who only see you as a tool for their own benefit? If I knew that they remorse was true, I would try to forgive them, but I know the real reason, and it is to use me to gain power, money and prestige. And so I tell you that as they are, the answer is no."
Minerva walked out the room following him, and she asked him how was he so certain, Harry simply smiled, and looked at her, "The shadow knows." Minerva was the only person other than Fleur that now knew what he really meant, and she could not help but be disappointed with her former top student, Lily Evans, and her husband James Potter. Minerva became his ally on that very day.
