What if Lily was not muggleborn
by Teddylonglong
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not making any profit by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
Warnings: Completely AU, partly OOC, Dumbledore/Weasley bashing
''Who's that, and where is he taking me?' David wondered, horrified, when he felt the movement of the apparition subside.
"Welcome to the Gaunt house," the man, who had abducted him, greeted him. "From now on, this is going to be your home, and I'm going to be your father," he explained, causing David to protest in horror.
"No, you're not. Take me back to my parents immediately," he shouted, barely noticing that the man pointed his wand at him and hissed, "Obliviate."
HP
Lily immediately sent a Patronus to Amelia, Regulus, Minerva, Alice and Dumbledore, before she left the apothecary, running over to her husband's shop in horror.
"James, someone came and took David," she shouted, before she succumbed to her grief and began to cry. "It was like in my visions," she sobbed. "My baby!"
"Have you contacted the Aurors?" James asked, urgently, before he ushered Lily into the side-room and gently helped her into a seat.
"Yes," Lily replied, miserably.
"I'm going to send a Patronus to Harry," James announced and produced a silvery stag. "Tell Harry that David has been abducted and ask him if he can reach him in his phoenix form," he instructed the Patronus that left without further ado.
HP
The quartet was just sitting in their Charms class, when James' Patronus arrived and revealed the message to Harry.
Susan, who was sitting right behind her brother and able to hear Prong's message, immediately rose from her chair. "I'm sorry, Professor," she addressed Professor Flitwick, "we have a family emergency and need to return home immediately. Our younger brother has been abducted."
Not even waiting for the teacher's approval, the quartet already dashed out of the classroom.
"Phoenixes," Harry muttered an instant before four phoenixes flashed away from the corridor – only to arrive back at the same spot a moment later.
"He must be behind some kind of wards," Neville was the first to speak. "What exactly happened?"
"I've no idea," Harry replied, terrified. "Let's go home."
HP
When David's mind returned to consciousness, he felt strangely confused. He found himself lying on a half-way comfortable sofa, and a young man with black hair and dark green eyes was sitting in a chair opposite of him. "Hello," he uttered, attracting the attention of the man.
"Hello Desmond," the man addressed him. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"Yes sir," David replied in confusion. "I'm sorry, sir, but who are you and where are we?" he enquired.
"I'm your father Tom Gaunt, and you're Desmond Gaunt. This is the living room of the Gaunt house."
"It's so strange," David uttered, curiously eyeing his surroundings. "I don't remember anything.
"I know, son," Tom said. "You had an accident and lost your memory, but there's nothing that the healers can do about it. We just have to make new memories, won't we?"
"All right," David replied, hesitantly. 'Something is wrong here, but I can't place it,' he thought, still feeling confused. His eyes widened, when a large snake slithered into the room.
"This is Mahoni, my familiar," Tom informed him.
"Hi Mahoni," David hissed, knowing that he was able to talk to snakes.
"Hello Desssmond," Mahoni replied, gently slithering around his feet.
David carefully petted the serpent, realising that it felt soothing to caress the animal's cool skin.
HP
Tom looked at his newfound son with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was happy to have a son, even if the boy was only six and a half years younger than himself, he was also happy to have succeeded in harming Elisabeth Slytherin by taking her boy from her, but on the other hand, he was afraid that Desmond would somehow find out the truth sooner or later.
He had planned everything well. He had obliviated the boy about everything concerning his former family and he had used a spell to turn the boy's red hair black and his brown eyes dark green like his own. The spells should be fool-proof, as he had found both of them by using Legilimency on the witch in the shop at Knockturn Alley, who had spelled his own eyes. 'The memories should be safe, too, considering that my magic is fairly strong,' Tom thought, contentedly.
In fact, he had considered blood-adopting the boy; however, a blood-adopting potion was not easy to buy, not even at Knockturn Alley, and Tom neither had powerful allies nor was he able to brew a highly difficult potion by himself. 'Maybe it'll be easier once I manage to get an influential position in the ministry,' he thought. 'I'll have to wait until the boy goes to Hogwarts though, before I can begin working.'
"As you're going to go to Hogwarts in three months' time, I'm going to intensely teach you from tomorrow morning onwards," he informed his son. "Therefore, we'll go to Diagon Alley to buy a wand for you first thing in the morning."
'It's better to take him now than after the beginning of the holidays, when the alley will be more crowded,' he thought, when he guided his son to Ollivander's, still not overly convinced if it wouldn't be better to buy a wand at Knockturn Alley. 'It could be important to have an Ollivander made wand for a first-year,' he decided, half-heartedly.
He almost regretted his decision, when Desmond received a wand with the core of a phoenix feather, and was completely horrified, when Ollivander told his son that it was strange that the wand, which had chosen him, was the equivalent to the wand that had given his brother his scar.
'His brother has a scar?' Tom thought in confusion. 'I thought it was Harry Potter who had the scar, but he's not his brother. Oh well, maybe Ollivander is already losing his marbles. My former wand had a phoenix feather as its core,' he recalled, however, believing that the wand was probably lost to him. 'Who knows what my older self did with it,' he thought.
To his relief, the boy did not understand what the wandmaker was implying, and Ollivander seemed to not recognise Tom. "He's not my brother but my father," Desmond quipped in apparent confusion, and Tom quickly pulled him out of the shop.
During the following weeks, he taught his son a series of dark spells, as the boy already knew much about Transfiguration spells and Charms.
'He already almost knows as much as I do,' he thought, horrified, wondering if he should do some more thorough Obliviation spells. However, he dismissed the idea, considering that it was a good thing if his son excelled at Hogwarts.
HP
The atmosphere at Gryffindor Manor was subdued to say the least, as everyone was badly missing David. Annette was off worst. She became very ill at the loss of her adored brother, was spiking a high fever and refused to eat anything, so that Perenelle came to stay in the manor with the enlarged family looking after the little girl over the whole summer.
James made wands for Niamh, Aidan and David, still hoping that their son would be back sometime in the near future. He also made three Crystals of Atlantis, while Severus brewed three doses of the Animagus potion.
"What animal are you going to become?" Susan asked her younger siblings with apparent curiosity.
"Why chameguises of course," Niamh replied, grinning. "We already decided that ages ago."
The girl carefully took two hairs from Harry's chameguise form, and a short while later, two young chameguises joined the three older ones.
=Well done,= Harry told them.
=Now practise to walk in this form,= Susan instructed them, smiling at the younger chameguises.
Assisting their two younger siblings practising their transformations helped the older trio to cope with their grief over David's absence.
'Dad and Severus probably chose today to make them become Animagi to take everyone's mind off the fact that it's David's birthday,' Harry thought, sadly. 'It's especially bad today, because Hermione went back to her parents this morning and will only be back when school begins.'
"We still have a month, before school commences," he spoke up, slightly hesitating, as he knew that the adults were very busy looking for David. "Could anyone please teach us the Patronus charm as well as telepathy? I think that communication is very important, especially now with David missing."
Severus, James and Remus exchanged a look. Apart from Alice, who was looking after the baby quartet, and Perenelle, who was caring for Annette, everyone else was away searching for their missing family member. Unfortunately, all attempts to find him had so far remained inefficient. It almost was as if he had been swallowed off the face of the earth.
"I can teach you telepathy," Severus offered. "Every evening from when we close the apothecary until dinner."
A triple "Thank you, Severus" followed his offer, causing the Potions Master to smile. He remained pensive for a moment, before adding, "We'll have to see if I can teach the three of you together or if you need to take turns."
"Well, then we'll tackle the Patronus charm right after breakfast in the mornings," Remus offered, causing the oldest trio to cheer.
"Mione is so going to kill us," Susan blurted out, making the boys grin.
"That's true," Harry admitted.
"But we can teach her then," Neville added, smirking.
"I'm sure she'll appreciate it most if you're the one to teach her," Harry replied, chuckling, when Neville could not prevent himself from blushing.
"That's true," Susan agreed, chuckling. "When are you going to ask her to become your girlfriend?" she enquired, giving Neville a sharp look.
Neville stared at his sister in apparent shock. "I don't have a clue how to do such a thing," he admitted in a small voice.
James smirked. "You'll soon have the opportunity to practise," he announced and informed the children about the Triwizard tournament that was going to take place at the school. "Dumbledore told us the other day that we're going to have a Yule Ball this year, and you don't only have to learn to dance, but you also need a partner for the ball."
"Really?" Harry asked, horrified, his thoughts going haywire. 'Whom could I invite?' he wondered. 'Perhaps Daphne. Or Luna; she's quite nice,' he thought, feeling slightly upset at the prospect of having to ask one of the girls to accompany him.
"Do you mind if I ask Hermione?" Neville enquired in a small voice.
"Of course not," Susan and Harry confirmed, simultaneously.
"I suppose that I should give you a few dancing lessons in the afternoons then," Alice spoke up, smiling.
"Oh…"
"… yes please…"
"… and thank you," the children shouted, eagerly.
HP
Too soon for the older trio's liking, the holidays were over, and very excited Niamh and Aidan had to be apparated to King's Cross to board the Hogwarts Express. While they had never taken the train apart from their own first year, the older trio decided to join their younger siblings for the travel.
Alice and Amelia apparated their children directly onto the platform, and Susan and Neville pulled them onto the train, where Harry was already securing a compartment for the family.
'I hope Sopho will sort them into Ravenclaw,' Harry thought, knowing that Niamh and Aidan had decided that they wanted to join their older siblings in their house. 'David wanted to become a raven, too,' Harry could not help thinking, wondering if his younger brother would manage to attend Hogwarts at all.
HP
Several hours later, David was standing in the Great Hall together with the other first-years waiting for his Sorting.
"You're going to be in Slytherin," his father had told him, when he sent him off to the Hogwarts Express in the morning, and David had every intention to ask the Sorting Hat to sort him into the house of the snakes.
However, when he followed the Sorting and noticed Black-Bones, Niamh to become sorted into Ravenclaw, he thought, 'Ravenclaw? I think I've heard of that before. Somehow, the house was special, but I don't know why. Do I need to have myself be sorted into Slytherin? Maybe Ravenclaw is even better.' He was so engrossed in his musings that he almost missed it, when Professor McGonagall called his name.
"Gaunt, Desmond," the old witch read from her list.
David quickly stumbled forward and took a seat on the stool. A moment later, a thin voice spoke into his head.
'Ravenclaw I suppose?'
'Oh yes please,' David replied, feeling very much relieved at the Hat's decision.
"Ravenclaw," the Hat shouted into the hall, and David quickly handed the Hat back to the deputy headmistress, before she strode towards the Ravenclaw table, glad that he received as much applause as everyone else.
'I just hope that Dad won't be angry that I didn't end up in Slytherin,' he thought, as he took a seat next to the other first-years.
HP
Harry eyed the new first-years in disappointment at the absence of a certain redhead. 'David is not here,' he thought, sadly. 'At least Niamh and Aidan have been sorted into Ravenclaw.' Inwardly letting out a deep sigh, he addressed the new first-years in a soft voice and introduced himself and his siblings.
"My friends and I are here for you if you have any question or problems," he promised the younger students, before he informed the first-years that the four of them would take the new students to their classrooms on the first day.
"Thanks Harry," Niamh replied, smiling, and the other first-years nodded eagerly, before everyone quieted, when the headmaster rose from his chair and began to speak.
When he told the school about the Triwizard Tournament, the students all over the Great Hall began to babble with apparent excitement, however, everyone became silent, when the headmaster mentioned that there would be no Quidditch matches this year.
"Oh nooo," Harry could hear the fellow members of his Quidditch team breathe in clear disappointment.
Making a quick decision, he rose from his chair. "Headmaster," he addressed the old wizard. "As you said earlier, only one of us is going to compete in the tournament. The rest of the students will only be watching. There is no reason for us to not play Quidditch. Therefore, I demand that we're going to proceed with our Quidditch tournament as usual."
With that, he sat back on his seat, shaking his head in annoyance at the old wizard and his habit of making poor decisions. With surprise, he realised that his little speech had provoked huge applause from all over the Great Hall.
"Very well, we shall then have our Quidditch tournament," Dumbledore announced, when the applause was almost over, sounding very tired. "I'll see to it that they change the third task to something else."
"He had to agree," Susan informed the first-years, who were staring at Harry in apparent amazement. "Harry is the owner of Hogwarts."
'Thanks for telling them, Susan,' Harry thought in annoyance. 'Now I'm going to have eight more admirers in this house.' He was brought back to reality, when each member of the Quidditch team addressed him to profusely thank him.
Harry shrugged. "Just see to it that we win the cup again," he replied, smirking.
During the last two years, ever since Harry had joined the team as their Seeker, Ravenclaw had managed to win the Quidditch cup after a very long time.
HP
In the morning, the quartet waited for Niamh and Aidan in the common room. As soon as their siblings arrived, they led them into Harry's and Neville's room.
"Since you're sharing your rooms with people who don't belong to our family, we can't make connecting doors from your rooms to the founders' quarters," Harry explained. "However, if you wish to go home or even just only to the founders' quarters, you can always go through our rooms."
"Just make sure that no one follows you," Hermione added, "and Niamh, you can use Susan's and my room as well if you wish."
"We can just disillusion ourselves," Niamh replied, seeming excited, as she carefully stepped through the connecting door.
"Who are your roommates? Are they nice at least?" Susan enquired.
Both nodded their heads.
"Kathie Brocklehurst," Niamh replied. "She has an older sister in your year."
"Mandy," Susan added, nodding. "I don't know her well. I didn't even know that she has a sister."
"Desmond Gaunt," Aidan spoke up, shrugging. "He seems nice, even if a bit strange. His father told him to let himself be sorted into Slytherin, but Sopho chose Ravenclaw."
"Oh well, since we have the study rooms, the houses don't matter so much anymore anyway. Let's head to breakfast," Harry suggested. "I'm hungry."
HP
David thoroughly enjoyed himself. He still felt strange, considering that he did not know anything about his life that was more than three months ago. 'At least I kept my memory concerning spells and charms I learned earlier than that,' he thought, contentedly. 'My roommate, Aidan, is really nice, and the fourth-year students are just amazing. How Harry contradicted Dumbledore last night was really impressive, and it was extremely helpful how they took us from one class to the next today. I wonder if I can ask them where the owlery is. I need to write to Dad and tell him that I'm in Ravenclaw,' he thought, before he glanced around the study room and noticed that all of his classmates were writing letters, too.
"Do you know where the owlery is?" he asked Aidan, who was sitting nearby together with a nice-looking girl.
"No, but Harry or Neville will come by later and show us. Just see to it that you're finished writing by then," Aidan replied, encouragingly.
"All right," David replied, gratefully, and hurriedly set to write.
'Hi Dad,
Hogwarts is great. You were right. The view over the lake is beautiful in the dark.
By the way, the Sorting Hat did not listen to me but sorted me into Ravenclaw. I am very sorry. I would have wanted to be a Slytherin like you were. My classmates seem nice, and the fourth-years are brilliant. They even overrode the headmaster's decision to not have a Quidditch tournament this year.
I hope you can forgive me for not being in Slytherin.
Best regards
Desmond'
HP
During the following days, Aidan observed in concern how frightened his roommate looked, when the owls flew into the Great Hall during breakfast time. 'I wonder if he's afraid that his father will scold him because of not being in Slytherin,' he thought, when David's face turned white upon finally receiving a letter. He resolved to speak with his older brothers about the matter at the next opportunity.
tbc...
Thank you so very much for your kind reviews for the last chapter. Please don't kill me - David will be back in the next chapter - see you soon.