Harry "Chadson" Potter
Summary: How does Harry Chadson Potter react to a magical world full of friendship, love, and war? "Ok."
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"Harry, you're a wizard," the half-giant boomed, towering above the eleven-year-old boy.
Harry grinned as he glanced around the scene. The mammoth of a man was standing on the remnants of a broken-down door, and Dudley was cowering behind Petunia, who in turn was cowering behind Vernon, who was looking in shock at the twisted shotgun in his hands.
"Ok," Harry responded.
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Ron and Harry took in the magnificent view of Hogwarts Castle before them. The awe they felt at seeing the magical school for the first time was interrupted by a scrawny lad with platinum blonde locks.
"So you're the boy who lived," Draco snarled. "You should be careful not to soil your house's name by gracing lesser beings with your company," he declared with a gesture towards Ron.
"Ok," Harry replied.
Ron spluttered and walked away.
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Chad gently touched down on the grounds of Hogwarts and hopped off his Harley, wiping a few crushed bugs off of his suave leather jacket.
Chad Orion Black sighed as he placed his hand on the entrance to Hogwarts, his mind filled with memories of his exploits from his youth. Memories of long afternoons spent by the lakeside with Prongs, Moony, and even the traitorous rat filled his vision. And Lilly. Sweet, sweet Lilly. His memories of those days were bittersweet. Sure, he had achieved every goal he had set forth for himself in the halls of Hogwarts, most of them unfit for print. But in the end, he had lost everyone. Almost everyone, he corrected himself as he entered the great hall, his eyes scanning for his godson.
Several adult witches in the hall fainted as Chad walked in. The effect was even greater than that when a Veela directed her full allure at a target.
Gosh darn it, Chad thought as he saw witches around him faint and hit the floor (lightly, as Dumbledore had hurriedly cast a multitude of cushioning charms). They really need to fix the AC in these parts, he thought angrily to himself. Witches had been fainting in the great hall ever since he was a lad at Hogwarts!
Chad approached the Gryffindor table and found Harry Potter flanked by a couple of his lackeys. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, he deduced, recalling the letters he had received from his godson.
"Harry Chadson Potter, my name is Chad. I am your godfather."
"Ok," the first year replied.
"You two must be Billius and Jane," Chad said. "I prefer to use middle names," he added, seeing the looks of confusion on Ron and Hermione's faces. "Well, Chadson, we have a lot to discuss. Would you care to join me for ice cream?"
Harry frowned, unsure of if he could trust the man who stood before him.
"I have a flying motorcycle and a spare leather jacket one size smaller," Chad used his seven-time Witch's Weekly Most Charming Smile to his advantage. It was imperative that Chadson be caught up to date on family matters.
"Ok," Harry replied. He waved goodbye to his two friends and left with Chad.
"Chadson, I'm your father," Chad admitted as the two sat down for ice cream.
"Ok," Harry said, taking a large spoonful of his gingersnap ice cream.
"Let me explain," Chad continued hurriedly, anxious that Harry would be angry with him. "Lilly and I fell in love in our last year of schooling. Though, to be honest, for me it was love at first sight."
Chad's eyes turned misty as a series of images flashed through his mind. Bumping into Lily on the train to Hogwarts in first year. He had been blown away. He couldn't look away from her. The two had become good friends, and Lily had given him some of his greatest pranking ideas during his years at Hogwarts. Over time, she became friends with all of the marauders. Still, there had been no romance in their relationship. Chad had understood that she just didn't see him that way, despite his best attempts to impress her with gargantuan pranks. She didn't see him the way he saw her. Until one beautiful Spring afternoon in their fifth year. Snivellus had called Lily a Mudblood, and Chad had responded by cursing the slimy snake with an old Black family curse, Sectumsempra.
"Got 'em!" James yelled as Severus fell.
Lily had kissed him, and then everyone had clapped, especially Dumbledore.
Chad was pulled from his memories by the sound of Harry's spoon clattering against his bowl. Harry had finished his extra-large deluxe gingersnap ice cream in the moments that Chad had spent recalling the love of his life.
"As I was saying, Lily and I were madly in love. I was forbidden from marrying her by my grandfather. Dumbledore insisted I keep the old git on side to prevent Voldemort from gaining more influence within our family," Chad shook his head. "James, on the other hand, was under tremendous pressure to produce an heir to the Potter line. Yet he was madly in love with Moony, a werewolf."
"Ok," Chadson replied, his focus having moved from his ice cream back to his godfather. Harry didn't know why, but he understood that many people had a thing for werewolves.
"So we made an arrangement. James and Lily would be married, and you would be publicly presented as the Potter heir, while Lily and I as well as James and Remus continued to see each other in secret. It was the only way to keep Lord Potter and Lord Black on our side against the Dark Lord."
"Ok."
"And then it all went to hell. The rat betrayed us. Lily and James were killed, and I spent over a decade in Azkaban for Pettigrew's death." A tear glistened on Chad's cheek. "I came for you as soon as I got out. I'm sorry, Chadson."
"Ok," Harry replied, bringing Chad into a hug. He couldn't blame his father for seeking vengeance for his mother's death.
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Harry returned to the common room late after Quidditch practice. He sat down across from Hermione and Ron, both of whom were looking at him seriously.
"Harry," Hermione began, "I've done some research. This is going to sound crazy, but ... I think Chad is your father."
"Ok," Harry replied.
"I know it sounds insane, but I've been thinking about your middle name. In Ancient Norse, Chadson literally means son of Chad. All of the books confirm it. I'm sorry, but James Potter wasn't your father."
"Ok," Harry rejoined. He was glad that his friends had figured out his true heritage, so he headed up to bed.
Ron turned to Hermione. "Blimey, he handled that well."
"That, or he's in denial," Hermione murmured worriedly.
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Harry walked into Professor Flitwick's classroom, nervous to complete his first charm's final exam.
"Please levitate the feather, Mr. Potter."
"Ok," Chadson replied and did as Professor Flitwick had asked.
"Splendid, Mr. Potter! Most impressive. Thank you."
Chadson left, pleased with himself. He wandered through the corridors until he found Ron and Hermione, who were having a heated discussion with Professor McGonagall.
"Please, professor, we need to speak with the headmaster," Hermione tried.
"He's very busy. Now run along children," McGonagall walked into her office and locked the door so that she could have a drink of sherry without any meddling children trying to occupy her time.
Hermione tried opening the door to McGonagall's office, but, tragically, it was locked.
"Harry!" she cried, spotting Chadson across the corridor. "Quirrell is going after the philosopher's stone. Quickly, we have to stop him."
"Ok," Harry replied. He decided to follow Hermione as she raced to the third floor while wondering who the philosopher was. Who was Quirrell for that matter?
Chadson watched, impressed, as his friends managed to bypass a number of tricky obstacles. Hermione played a wind instrument of some sort to subdue the three-headed dog they had encountered, and she had used magical fire to repel the vines that tried to strangle him. Ron had defeated the magical chess set, sacrificing himself in the process. All told, Harry was very impressed with his friends' ingenuity. He was still a bit angry that they had made him go on the broom to capture one of the flying keys though.
"Quickly, Harry, drink this potion and run through the flames in front of us. Quirrell should be on the other side. You have to stop him," Hermione handed him a flask.
"Ok," Chadson replied. He chugged the flask and walked through the flames, where he encountered the so-called Professor Quirrell.
"Aren't you one of the professors at this school?" Chadson asked, trying to get a feel for the situation.
Quirrell turned around, and Chadson was surprised to see that he had a face on the back of his head. First, a three-headed dog and now a two-headed man, Harry thought to himself.
"Harry Potter. We meet again. The only one to ever survive the killing curse, besides myself of course." Chadson noticed that the face was quite ugly. He wondered why it was on the wrong side of Quirrell's head. "Join me, Harry. Together, we could be great. Join me and we will rule magical Britain." Spittle flew from Voldemort's oddly-shaped mouth.
"Ok," Chadson agreed.
Voldemort smirked. He turned back to the mirror. "The philosopher's stone is in this mirror. A clever ploy by the headmaster to try to keep it from my grasp."
Chadson's silent Sectumsempra (an old family curse) cleaved the Dark Lord into a multitude of bits. The curse responded easily to intent. Its effect could range from removing an enemy's ear to maiming them to instantly dismembering them. Chadson passed out due to magical exhaustion.
Shortly after waking in the hospital wing, Harry found himself seated at the Gryffindor table surrounded by his cheering friends.
"Let's go lads! We did it, Harry, we won the house cup!" Ron screamed.
"Ok," Harry replied as he imagined the summer that lay before him. He was going to have a great time getting to know Chad.
He did.
Five Years Later
Susan Bones admired Harry from across the great hall.
"What's the matter with you Susan, you've barely eaten this past week," Hannah asked worriedly.
Susan sighed and shook her head. "It's Harry, I think I'm in love with him."
Hannah's eyebrows rose to monumental heights. Harry Potter wasn't exactly considered to be the most desirable bachelor amongst the Hufflepuff girls.
"He's just so strong and silent," Susan continued wistfully, blissfully unaware of the look of confusion that marred Hannah's face.
"More silent than strong," Hannah rejoined. Quite a few Hufflepuffs were now looking skeptically at Susan, who had eyes for nobody but the boy-who-lived.
Hannah cast a few love-potion-detecting charms at her closest friend, even more shocked when the charms all came back negative. "Whatever, I'm not even going to try to understand what's happening here. Just go talk to him already."
Susan stood with shaky legs and approached the Gryffindor table. The closer she got, the more her tongue seemed to turn to lead. Nevertheless, she mustered her Hufflepuff courage.
"Hi Harry, I'm Susan. I think we're in Herbology together," she managed.
Harry smiled. "Call me Chadson."
It was only due to the newly installed AC unit that Susan was able to avoid fainting. She sat and drank some of Ron's ice water. Harry looked at her worriedly while Ron spluttered.
"It's a hot day, I just needed some liquid. Don't worry, I'm fine," Susan answered his unasked question.
"Ok," Harry replied, and the two lost themselves in each other's eyes.
The End