A/N: Sorry it took so long to get the next chapter in. I know you guys are all
pretty much confused by now, so this'll be a chapter with answers.
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Chapter Nine
Dumbledore's Son
Dumbledore made his way thoughtfully to his own office. Just as thoughtfully, he
searched among the books by his desk and pulled the secret lever there. After a
furtive glance around, he turned the lamp on his desk in two, full circles, and
watched as the bookcase that filled up an entire wall rotated effortlessly to
reveal a dark room. A young boy with a head of messy black hair and shiny
glasses sat morosely in a windowless corner, staring at an old, worn photo in
his hand.
"Harry."
The boy quickly looked up with a white face and stuttered, "Ho....Ho...How's
Madame Pomfrey?"
Dumbledore shook his head in confusion. "Harry, how did you know that was Madame
Pomfrey? In fact, how did you find this room? What's in your hand?"
Harry pushed the photo behind him and said innocently, "Nothing at all."
He amusedly watched as Harry flushed a deep red, before going over the events of
the past few minutes.
Dumbledore had been leafing through old photo albums he hid, with great secrecy,
behind his bookcase. He had made this contraption dozens of years ago with the
aid of the house elves, determined that no magic whatsoever would be used. As
the castle was regularly dusted for unusual spells and such to prevent the dark
arts, his secret room, if magically centered, would've definitely been found by
now by an unknowing wizard. While reminiscing at a particular photo, Dumbledore
had heard a soft "pop" sound beside him, and Harry, as surprised as anyone,
began to solidify.
He had been frantic, and had shouted, once he had a mouth, "Someone screaming in
the woods.....Snape has gone to investigate...my scar hurts....." and
Dumbledore, without a thought, had rushed toward the woods, apparating once out
of the gates, leaving Harry quite along with his most private possessions.
It was therefore no surprise to return and find Harry going over his things. "I
should've taken him from this room..." he lamented to himself. "Well," he
thought determinedly, "I suppose I have to tell him about my past in more detail
now."
"Curious?" asked Dumbledore as he gently pried the photo away from Harry. With
wide eyes, he nodded.
"What is it you want to know?"
"Well," said Harry hesitantly, "first of all, how is Madame Pomfrey?"
"Safe. We got to her in time, though we're not sure what exactly it is we
stopped. She seems perfectly healthy, physically."
"And..." again, Harry blushed, "could you please explain that photo?"
In Dumbledore's hands was a picture of a beautiful woman with raven black hair
and brilliant green eyes kneeling beside a boy who was unmistakably Snape.
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"Harry, first of all, what I tell you now is to NEVER be repeated outside this
office. Understand?" Harry nodded.
"This," said Dumbledore, pointng toward the woman, "was Morgana Snape."
"Was?" asked Harry.
"Was."
"She was a beautiful, kind woman. I fell in love with her instantly and we
married just days after we met. But, I'm not going into the details of that with
you." said Dumbledore with a weak grin.
"We were happy. Our first-born child we named Severus."
"What?! Snape is your son?" cried Harry, getting up abruptly.
"Harry, allow me to finish," said Dumbledore sadly.
"We had been married a few years when I was informed by an old friend that I
should have investigated Morgana's past more thoroughly. I went to Morgana, rash
as always," here Dumbledore stumbled upon his words as tears clouded his eyes.
"I accused her of hiding something. I grilled her until she broke down and told
me everything." Dumbledore covered his face in shame.
"What she told me....it erased all our past and future happiness. You see, she
was related to Slytherin himself, on her father's side. Before her father died,
he prophesized that his grandchild would one day become the Dark Lord and kill
all the goodness of the world. I was horrified. I cast her out of my home and
life, but I kept Severus. I wanted to keep a strict eye on him, and watch him
for signs of dark magic. As you can see, I watch him still. However, I trust him
now. For Morgana remarried. Not another wizard. She was sick of all magic by
then. No, she married a muggle by the name of Tomas Riddle."
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Harry gazed at him, uncomprehendlingly.
"Harry, do you understand what I'm saying?"
Harry continued to stare unseeingly at Dumbledore's nose.
"Voldemort's mother was Morgana Snape."
Harry felt his scar begin to throb incessantly.
"Do you know why I'm telling you this?"
He blinked and managed to say softly, "no."
"Harry, you are the Phoenix of Light. It is very likely Voldemort is the Phoenix
of Darkness. Read this!"
A piece of faded parchment was placed in Harry's hand and he looked
automatically down at the words.
The Phoenix of Light and Darkness shall battle,
The fight will cause the Earth to quiver and rattle.
Behold! The victor who shall prevail will find,
Total rule over both body and mind.
"It was written by Godric Griffyndor and has been passed, through the ages, down
through his descendents. I am such a descendent. No modern wizard or witch
understands this, but I take it to mean that you, the Phoenix of Light, will
have to face Voldemort, the Phoenix of Darkness."
"No one is positive just who the Phoenixes are, which is why we have all
dedicated our lives to finding you. you will need to understand the way
Voldemort thinks, which is why I've told you this story. It will help you know
where Voldemort is coming from. No doubt, he knows of my affiliation with his
mother."
"Now, I believe you were able to find me and this room because you are the
Phoenix. I don't know exactly how you did this, as I never read anywhere of the
Phoenix's ability to partially mind-read, or find secrets, as you invariably
did."
"I want you to remember that the next school term begins for everyone next week.
Don't tell anyone who you are. It's safest that way."
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Harry went over Dumbledore's story over and over again in his head. Dumbledore
was once married....Snape was Dumbledore's son......Dumbledore's ex-wife went on
to become Voldemort's mother.....he would have to face Voldemort and defeat
him.....
Harry's scar hurt more than ever. He rushed back to his room, away from
Dumbledore.
"No running!" yelled Snape as Harry tore past him. "Dumbledore's son," he
thought to himself hysterically, and began to laugh, all while rushing toward
the Griffyndor tower.
Once inside, he took in a deep breathe, and counted slowly to ten. Hermione had
once told him to do this when aggitated or stressed. "If that dirty little
Malfoy tries to get you to fight," she had told him primly last year, "just take
deep breathes and count slowly to ten. It'll calm you down."
"Hermione! Ron!" he thought to himself. his friends would be here next week,
probably scared and worried for him. He hadn't written them or spoken to either
since running away from the Durselys. "And now I can't tell them about this
whole Phoenix business." he moaned.
his scar continued to throb. Harry looked quickly at a mirror and wasn't
surprised to find his scar a livid red color. It made him feel uglier than ever.
Filled with self-loathing and pain he whispered to himself, "Just a quick
doze... until the pain fades...." He closed his eyes, and dreamt.
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"My darling," soathed a familiar voice. "don't be jealous of that fat, ugly
thing."
"I can't help it," sobbed a cloaked woman.
The man was obviously Voldemort, but who was the woman?
Harry felt himself float toward the woman, determined to see who she was. A
nagging voice told him that this woman was someone he knew. Someone he knew very
well.
"You KNOW I'm just using her. I don't love her as I love you!" cried Voldemort.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for you!" cried the woman as she sobbed
harder.
"That stupid spell you placed over me finally breaks, I remember who you are,
and I find you consorting with that woman! You need only one spy. It should be
me!"
"My dear! My love! I didn't want to put you in harm's way! Dumbledore and his
fools will be busy chasing that other woman. They'll have no idea that is it
you!"
"I suppose I can't fight your logic," tentavely agreed the woman. "Why don't I
take off this silly hood?"
"No!" said Voldemort sharply.
Harry, who had been watching in anticipation, sank back in disappointment.
"You never know," he said with a purposeful look about.
"With you by my side, I will once again rule the world! The Potter boy and
Dumbledore will finally feel my wrath! And they will feel it from those they
least suspect...."
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Harry felt the dream begin to slip away, though he desparately tried to hold
onto it. "I didn't see a thing of Voldemort's plan!" he thought frantically. But
he felt something soothing separate him from Voldemort, and, despite himself, he
let it happen.
Harry felt another dream take hold. In it, in a surreal, distant way, he saw
himself tumbling down the steep stairs of Hogwarts. He saw himself, like a
ragged doll, continue to roll until he hit the bottom. "Nooo!" shouted Harry at
this vision. He looked up, in rage, at the top of the stairs, and saw Ron and
Hermione grinning in satisfaction.
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When he awoke, he didn't know what to think. Were the two dreams a glimpse into
both the present and future? Were his best friends destined to be his killers?
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Madame Pomfey gripped the covers tightly and pulled herself out of bed. With
Dumbledore safely gone, she could contact Voldemort!
Reaching for the vial of powder she kept hidden under her robes, she froze in
horror. The vial was gone.
"Oh, Voldemort!" she cried to herself. "What have I done?"
"Poppy?"
Poppy quickly jumped back into bed. It wouldn't do to have whoever it was see
her up and about.
"Musn't let Dumbledore see I'm not as weak as he thinks!" she thought.
Looked down at herself as she moved to tidy the covers about her, she gasped in
horror. Blood, blood, blood.......everywhere! Her own blood.........
She shrieked in pain and disgust before fainting dead away.
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A/N: I plan to make this story a bit more gory. Expect higher ratings. I also
plan to make a separate series, one about Dumbledore's first marriage. I know I
put that in rather fast. Sorry! Forgive typoes. I'm in a rush.
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TwistChapter 3 : Harry's TestChapter 4 : AnswersChapter 5 :
BetrayalChapter 6 : The Spy at HogwartsChapter 7 : Turn for the
WorseChapter 8 : Dumbledore's Son
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