Untitled
by Dark Moon
Disclaimers: I'm wondering if I should still put this in but I might as well. Harry Potter and his associates belong to their brilliant creator J.K. Rowling. So of course they are not mine.
Author's note: There isn't much violence here nor swearing but you do get to meet 'The Master'. *A shrill scream fills the air, lightening crashes in the background.* Plus there is some explaination in this fic about why Harry is at the Unwanted House. Read and Review please!
Part 3
It was just his luck to find out that the teapot was alive and unwilling to get in the water.
"You stupid metal-" it was then the teapot spit a stream of soapy water in his face.
Harry glared at the moving teapot as it made a whistling noise that was supposed to be a laugh. He chased the kettle around the counters, banging into the table and slipping on the puddles of water it was sloshing from it's open top.
"Gotcha!" leaping for the teapot, he had one hand grasping it's handle while the other hand was holding on tightly to it's spout.
The pot struggled in his grip but Harry had a good one on it and so it admited defeat and let him wash it.
"See, it wasn't that bad was it?" Harry asked, drying it off in the water.
It shivered in his hands and Harry chuckled as he carried it to the cabinet and placed it in. Turning to the rest of the pile, Harry groaned. He had spent so much time chasing the teapot that almost all of the dishes were still left to be washed. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he discovered that he still had three hours to finish the dishes.
"Right, long as there are no more wayward teapots in there I can do this." taking a deep breath, Harry attacked the dishes with renewed strength.
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Three hours passed by in a blur and Harry collapsed in a chair, the kitchen gleaming. His hands felt like they were about to fall off, he had polished that silver so hard. Sherry walked in and inspected everything.
"Again Mr. Potter you have shown your knack for hard work. Come into the dining room, the Master wishes for you to eat with him." Sherry said bitterly.
Harry rolled his head in her direction and saw her glaring at him. "Hurry boy, the Master doesn't have all day."
Harry got to his feet and followed Sherry into oak doors he had not noticed before. Inside the dimly lit room was a round cherry wood table and scarlet drapes covered large windows preventing any sun from coming in. At the table only two chairs, two plates, glasses, and silverware were set and Harry saw the pouting look Sherry was giving the setting.
"I assume the Master wants to speak with you alone. Sit there, he will be joining you shortly." Harry sat in the chair she had indicated and listened as the door shut behind him.
Looking around the dark room, Harry couldn't help but think whoever this Master guy was it was certain he had to be a wizard, the floating candles that lit the room confirmed it.
"Greetings Mr. Potter, I see that you have been working hard." said a smooth soprano voice in front of him.
Turning back to the chair left at the table Harry saw a young man with shoulder length red hair and smiling hazel eyes. His long sleeved white silk shirt highlighted his tan skin, making him seem like one of those hero's in those romance novels his Aunt loved so much.
"Hello Mr.-" Harry deliberately stopped, not wanting to call the man Master and curious about his name.
"Call me Andrew. May I call you Harry?"
Harry shrugged. "Makes no difference. Potter or Harry, I'm used to both."
"I see. Well shall we eat then." Food suddenly appeared in front of them and Harry dug in.
"I'm glad you like it. Sherry is an excellent cook." Andrew said, smiling.
Harry almost choked on his food. "Mrs. Worth made this?" he stared down at the mashed potatoes and steak, suddenly not feeling so good.
"Rest assured it is not poisoned. I gave her distinct instructions not to."
Harry gave Andrew a penetrating stare and felt that he was telling the truth.
'If I was going to die I'd be dead right now.' he thought, then went back to eating only this time more slowly and examining each bite.
"So Harry, how is it living with Muggles?" Andrew asked him, sipping at his glass of wine while watching as Harry ate.
"If the muggles weren't my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin it would be great but then again it's better than staying in some orphanage." Harry replied, drinking his water.
They sat in silence for a while, Harry eating and Andrew drinking his wine and eating small amounts of his food.
"Do you know why you were brought here Harry?" Andrew asked out of the blue just as desert appeared.
"Because Uncle Vernon wanted to go on vacation and not take me with them."
"That is part of it but not quite. I wanted to see 'The Boy Who Lived' for myself and I must say I am impressed." Andrew told him, lifting a spoonful of sherbert to his lips.
Harry glanced up and forgot about eating. "What do you mean impressed?"
"I certainly didn't believe all the rumors about one small baby rendering Voldemort weak. Then the news about you defeating him time and again over the past years slowly started me thinking. What if this child really did turn one of the world's known powerful wizards into a pathetic nothing. So I had to see you for myself and find out. The way you stopped my Ivy from squeezing you to death and keeping the teapot from making an even bigger mess of the kitchen is a miracle. Not even Sherry can do that. And yet..." Andrew took this time to examine his glass, red liquid almost gone.
Harry waited for him to continue but after fifteen minutes of silence he decided to urge him on.
"And yet?" Harry asked.
"I still need to know more about you Harry. Tomorrow and everyday after that you shall be given chores none of the other children who used to be here were given. Each one harder and more difficult than the last. If they are not completed in the alloted time you are to be punished and I don't mean missed meals."
"Other children? Are there more kids here instead of me?" Harry focused on the first bit of information Andrew had said.
"There used be lots of children sent here but when the first one was almost ripped apart by my dragon, I thought it best to only keep magical creatures here. Well, until I wanted to bring you here." Andrew replied.
Harry thought about it for a minute then the rest of what Andrew said sunk in. "I'm getting even worse chores than this morning?"
"Yes, it should be nothing to the boy who lived." Andrew's suddenly turned cold eyes on Harry, the warm atmosphere of the room lowering to a chilling degree.
"And you will not want to disappoint me. I hate disappointment."
Harry shivered in his chair, small puffs of white smoke coming from his mouth as the room continued to get colder. He felt a power shimmering in the air, it had the subtle feeling of Andrew mingled with something he wasn't quite sure of. Nodding, he felt the air turn back to it's normal temperature and Andrew was his charming self.
"Great. Now I know you have other things to be doing so I won't take up much of your time. I am however, allowing you to use only a little magic in and out of the house. Some of my pets get a little to excited and I wouldn't want to explain any....messy accidents."
Harry just nodded again and blinked. Andrew was gone.
"Come Mr. Potter, windows do not clean themselves." Sherry called to him from the doorway.
Standing up, he left the room unaware of the last lingering look Sherry gave the room before closing it carefully behind him and leading Harry to the windows, a bucket filled with soapwater and a rag waiting for him on the floor.
Stay tuned!
by Dark Moon
Disclaimers: I'm wondering if I should still put this in but I might as well. Harry Potter and his associates belong to their brilliant creator J.K. Rowling. So of course they are not mine.
Author's note: There isn't much violence here nor swearing but you do get to meet 'The Master'. *A shrill scream fills the air, lightening crashes in the background.* Plus there is some explaination in this fic about why Harry is at the Unwanted House. Read and Review please!
Part 3
It was just his luck to find out that the teapot was alive and unwilling to get in the water.
"You stupid metal-" it was then the teapot spit a stream of soapy water in his face.
Harry glared at the moving teapot as it made a whistling noise that was supposed to be a laugh. He chased the kettle around the counters, banging into the table and slipping on the puddles of water it was sloshing from it's open top.
"Gotcha!" leaping for the teapot, he had one hand grasping it's handle while the other hand was holding on tightly to it's spout.
The pot struggled in his grip but Harry had a good one on it and so it admited defeat and let him wash it.
"See, it wasn't that bad was it?" Harry asked, drying it off in the water.
It shivered in his hands and Harry chuckled as he carried it to the cabinet and placed it in. Turning to the rest of the pile, Harry groaned. He had spent so much time chasing the teapot that almost all of the dishes were still left to be washed. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he discovered that he still had three hours to finish the dishes.
"Right, long as there are no more wayward teapots in there I can do this." taking a deep breath, Harry attacked the dishes with renewed strength.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Three hours passed by in a blur and Harry collapsed in a chair, the kitchen gleaming. His hands felt like they were about to fall off, he had polished that silver so hard. Sherry walked in and inspected everything.
"Again Mr. Potter you have shown your knack for hard work. Come into the dining room, the Master wishes for you to eat with him." Sherry said bitterly.
Harry rolled his head in her direction and saw her glaring at him. "Hurry boy, the Master doesn't have all day."
Harry got to his feet and followed Sherry into oak doors he had not noticed before. Inside the dimly lit room was a round cherry wood table and scarlet drapes covered large windows preventing any sun from coming in. At the table only two chairs, two plates, glasses, and silverware were set and Harry saw the pouting look Sherry was giving the setting.
"I assume the Master wants to speak with you alone. Sit there, he will be joining you shortly." Harry sat in the chair she had indicated and listened as the door shut behind him.
Looking around the dark room, Harry couldn't help but think whoever this Master guy was it was certain he had to be a wizard, the floating candles that lit the room confirmed it.
"Greetings Mr. Potter, I see that you have been working hard." said a smooth soprano voice in front of him.
Turning back to the chair left at the table Harry saw a young man with shoulder length red hair and smiling hazel eyes. His long sleeved white silk shirt highlighted his tan skin, making him seem like one of those hero's in those romance novels his Aunt loved so much.
"Hello Mr.-" Harry deliberately stopped, not wanting to call the man Master and curious about his name.
"Call me Andrew. May I call you Harry?"
Harry shrugged. "Makes no difference. Potter or Harry, I'm used to both."
"I see. Well shall we eat then." Food suddenly appeared in front of them and Harry dug in.
"I'm glad you like it. Sherry is an excellent cook." Andrew said, smiling.
Harry almost choked on his food. "Mrs. Worth made this?" he stared down at the mashed potatoes and steak, suddenly not feeling so good.
"Rest assured it is not poisoned. I gave her distinct instructions not to."
Harry gave Andrew a penetrating stare and felt that he was telling the truth.
'If I was going to die I'd be dead right now.' he thought, then went back to eating only this time more slowly and examining each bite.
"So Harry, how is it living with Muggles?" Andrew asked him, sipping at his glass of wine while watching as Harry ate.
"If the muggles weren't my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin it would be great but then again it's better than staying in some orphanage." Harry replied, drinking his water.
They sat in silence for a while, Harry eating and Andrew drinking his wine and eating small amounts of his food.
"Do you know why you were brought here Harry?" Andrew asked out of the blue just as desert appeared.
"Because Uncle Vernon wanted to go on vacation and not take me with them."
"That is part of it but not quite. I wanted to see 'The Boy Who Lived' for myself and I must say I am impressed." Andrew told him, lifting a spoonful of sherbert to his lips.
Harry glanced up and forgot about eating. "What do you mean impressed?"
"I certainly didn't believe all the rumors about one small baby rendering Voldemort weak. Then the news about you defeating him time and again over the past years slowly started me thinking. What if this child really did turn one of the world's known powerful wizards into a pathetic nothing. So I had to see you for myself and find out. The way you stopped my Ivy from squeezing you to death and keeping the teapot from making an even bigger mess of the kitchen is a miracle. Not even Sherry can do that. And yet..." Andrew took this time to examine his glass, red liquid almost gone.
Harry waited for him to continue but after fifteen minutes of silence he decided to urge him on.
"And yet?" Harry asked.
"I still need to know more about you Harry. Tomorrow and everyday after that you shall be given chores none of the other children who used to be here were given. Each one harder and more difficult than the last. If they are not completed in the alloted time you are to be punished and I don't mean missed meals."
"Other children? Are there more kids here instead of me?" Harry focused on the first bit of information Andrew had said.
"There used be lots of children sent here but when the first one was almost ripped apart by my dragon, I thought it best to only keep magical creatures here. Well, until I wanted to bring you here." Andrew replied.
Harry thought about it for a minute then the rest of what Andrew said sunk in. "I'm getting even worse chores than this morning?"
"Yes, it should be nothing to the boy who lived." Andrew's suddenly turned cold eyes on Harry, the warm atmosphere of the room lowering to a chilling degree.
"And you will not want to disappoint me. I hate disappointment."
Harry shivered in his chair, small puffs of white smoke coming from his mouth as the room continued to get colder. He felt a power shimmering in the air, it had the subtle feeling of Andrew mingled with something he wasn't quite sure of. Nodding, he felt the air turn back to it's normal temperature and Andrew was his charming self.
"Great. Now I know you have other things to be doing so I won't take up much of your time. I am however, allowing you to use only a little magic in and out of the house. Some of my pets get a little to excited and I wouldn't want to explain any....messy accidents."
Harry just nodded again and blinked. Andrew was gone.
"Come Mr. Potter, windows do not clean themselves." Sherry called to him from the doorway.
Standing up, he left the room unaware of the last lingering look Sherry gave the room before closing it carefully behind him and leading Harry to the windows, a bucket filled with soapwater and a rag waiting for him on the floor.
Stay tuned!