Title: Just 1 little change...
Disclaimer: Why can't J.K. Rowling just figure it out and give them to me? After all she isn't using them any more!
A/N: This chapter will be the beginning of the plot. Nothing very exciting will happen in this chapter though.
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Harry Potter woke up early on Saturday. He lay on his bed, still half asleep, trying clear out the cobwebs in his mind and remember why he was so exited. Suddenly he remembered. Today was the day he was getting his Hogwarts supplies! Suddenly he wasn't quite so excited. Today was the day he would find out if Hogwarts was real or all a sick joke. Harry walked slowly into the kitchen, feeling a little sick. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at him with a half smile and set some warm toast in front of him.
Harry tried to eat but the toast tasted like sawdust and the orange juice felt weird. Finally he just gave up eating with an apologetic smile. Mrs. Bradshaw didn't force him, knowing how nervous he was. Instead she sent him upstairs to get the instructions, letter, and supplies list. Harry ran into his room and quickly grabbed them off his dresser and ran downstairs. There he sat waiting impatiently for Mrs. Bradshaw to finish. The old lady seemed to take forever, forgetting something, then wanting to make sure she had something else, then going into the bathroom to fix her hair, then deciding to get her other purse instead. They finally left, an hour and a half after they should of. Mrs. Bradshaw started the car up and Harry slowly got in.
AS they got closer to London Harry got more excited ant more nervous . He sat there, thinking about Hogwarts, wands, the Leaky Cauldron, and wizards in general. For the thousandth time Harry weighed the facts about him and being a wizard, Even though he did throw Dudley into plates and fix his nose, Harry still couldn't believe it was true.
Suddenly Mrs. Bradshaw interrupted Harry's thoughts.
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"Well this is Parkway Street. Lets look around and see if we see that place the letter mentioned, what was it called again Harry?"
Harry looked down at the sheet he was holding, he scanned through it and found the directions.
"The leaky Cauldron and its in between a record shop and a book store" Harry announced.
"Good."
Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw agreed that they should split up. They both took one side of the road.
Harry walked slowly down the street, looking closely at all the stores. Every time they passed a store Harry's heart sank lower and lower. Finally he had walked up and down the whole street on his side. He walked back to the intersection where he and Mrs. Bradshaw were going to meet, hoping with all his might that she had found it. But as soon as Harry saw Mrs. Bradshaw he knew she hadn't. Her shoulders were slumped and she had a look of dread on her face.
"She knows how unhappy I will be." Harry thought, "She doesn't want to tell me."
Sure enough Mrs. Bradshaw looked sadly at Harry and said slowly,
"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't see it and I see you didn't either. This must have been a horrible joke."
Harry nodded miserably, then asked,
"Mrs. Bradshaw, did you see any record or book shops at all?"
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded slowly, "Yes, She said, "In fact I saw a record and book shop next to each other, but there was no Leaky Cauldron in between them."
Suddenly Harry remembered something the note said, excitedly he looked down at the note and saw it was true.
"Mrs. Bradshaw!" Harry said excitedly, "Look at what it says in this note!" He quickly read it out loud to Mrs. Bradshaw.
"...Your Muggle (Non-wizard) guardian may not see the Leaky Cauldron until you point it out to them."
Mrs. Bradshaw looked half hopeful half doubtful.
"But Harry, I looked very hard, I don't see how it could be there and I wouldn't see it!"
Harry tended to agree with her but decided he should check it out anyway. He quickly followed her to the book and record shop. His heart dropped to his toes when he saw them, Mrs. Bradshaw was right, there was no Leaky Cauldron in between them. But something compelled him to walk closer; he did so, staring hard at the space in between them. All the sudden a small dingy looking pub appeared in between them. Harry looked at it, written on a board across the door was the name Leaky Cauldron written in faded letters. Harry gasped and turned to Mrs. Bradshaw, expecting her face to be lit up and smiling. Instead she looked very sad and a little angry also
"Well," she said, "That's it, now you see, no leaky cauldron, come on Harry, lets go home."
Harry looked at her disbelieving, could she still not see it?
"But Mrs. Bradshaw" He said excitedly, "Its there, its true!"
"What?!" She said looking at Harry skeptically.
"Yes, its there, don't you see it?" Harry looked at her, and saw she still couldn't see it. He sighed, and said
"Fine then, I will walk in and then lets se if you see it."
He opened the old door and walked in slowly, as he did he looked back at Mrs. Bradshaw. Instantly he saw that she could see it. Her face lit up and she smiled and walked in with him. Inside was dark and Harry stood there, unaccustomed to the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He looked around, seeing things better as his eyes adjusted. He could make out in the smoky room rickety tables with people sitting, drinking, laughing and playing cards. Many wore robes, most of them dark blue or black. Some people were different though. One person looked suspiciously like a hag, according to books descriptions that is, and another had greenish skin and rather pointy ears. Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder from the back, Harry whirled around quickly, very scared, but the person who had grabbed him looked pale and thin, he quickly started apologizing.
"Ve...very s...sorry, for sc...Scaring y...you Po...pot...Potter." "I am P...prof...Professor Qui...Quirrell." He said quickly, then looked rather nervously around him, as if someone was watching. "Y,you a...are Po t...t...er aren..nt you?"
Harry smiled nervously and said rather loudly then he would of wanted, for many people around them seemed to suddenly stop talking then.
"Yes, Harry said, "Yes I am Harry Potter."
Suddenly the whole bar became silent, then there was a scraping of chairs and all the sudden Harry was surrounded by people trying to talk to him or shake his hand.
"Harry Potter." Said one man, "Welcome back!"
"I have always wanted to shake your hand!" Said another, "Just wait until I tell Martha about this!"
Harry looked around confusedly, wondering why everyone wanted to talk to him. He looked over at Mrs. Bradshaw, who was over to one side, to see if she knew anything about this. She looked back at him and shrugged.
Finally Harry was tired of this, he said in a loud and rather bewildered voice,
"Er...I know this sounds kind of dumb but, why does everyone want to shake my hand. I mean its like I am famous." Harry laughed nervously, but everyone else seemed to be staring at him. Finally one person spoke up.
"You mean you don't know?!" "Harry Potter doesn't know his own story, but everyone else does?!" "This is outrageous!"
Now Harry was totally bewildered, what story, why did everyone know who he was?
"Er, no I'm afraid I don't, but if someone would explain it to me..."
Everyone looked about awkwardly, as if they didn't know who should.
Suddenly someone walked in, and said in a firm, yet kind voice,
"I will Harry."
Harry looked at the newcomer. 'Now this is a wizard!' Harry thought, for the man who just walked in looked exactly like the Muggle's stereotype of a wizard. He had blue flowing robes with a pointy wizards hat to go with it. His hair was long and gray and he had a flowing white beard that reached to his waist. He wore half-moon spectacles and his eyes were blue with a sparkle in them that made him look kind. Suddenly Quirrell was back at his side and whispered to Harry,
"Th...that's Dum...bledore. The Hea...Headma...master of Hog...warts." He explained. Harry nodded and looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled at Harry kindly and said,
"I'm sorry for not telling you about this in the letter, but I doubt if I could explain it in one."
Harry looked at Dumbledore, confused. Dumbledore smiled again and took hold of Harry's arm. Quietly he said, pointing to a small room in the back "Lets go in here away from the crowd and I will explain it all to you." Then he looked at Mrs. Bradshaw and smiled again.
"And Mrs. Bradshaw also, if she would like."
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded her consent and followed Harry and Dumbledore into the empty room, once their Dumbledore started talking
"Now Harry, I know you must have a million questions right now, and hopefully what I am about to tell you will clear most of them up." He said quietly. Harry nodded and looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes. Dumbledore smiled and told Harry his story.
"Harry, about 10 years before you were born, the magical world was in disarray. There was a wizard, a very powerful wizard, who went bad. It was awful, he started getting followers and took over most of the wizard world. Times were very bad then Harry, people were terrified, no one knew who to trust and who not to trust. This wizard, Voldemort, was his name, was in control."
Harry looked at Dumbledore questioningly, what did this have to do with him? Oh well, he supposed he would learn soon enough. Harry hesitantly interrupted Dumbledore's speech with a question,
"But, sir, didn't people try to stop him?
Dumbledore looked at Harry gravely, the sparkle in his eye gone,
"Yes Harry, people tried to stop him, and got killed. Anyone at all who stood up to him was killed. Voldemort's followers, death eaters, killed many people. No one could stop him, he was invincible. Even Muggle's were starting to feel his power. Voldemort hated all muggle-borns, people with non-magic parents, Dumbledore explained when he saw the confused look on Mrs. Bradshaw and Harry's face. And he would kill them and their families often."
"Now your parents Harry, Dumbledore said looking Harry straight in the eye, "were one of the first people on Voldemort's list to kill. They were very powerful wizards, both of them, and Voldemort wanted them dead."
Harry looked startled, he had thought that his parents were Muggle's also and that he was a Muggle-born. Harry had never imagined that they were wizards too, especially powerful ones! Harry had another question and even though he didn't want to interrupt again, he did.
"Excuse me, but what did my parents do that made Voldemort want to kill them?"
Dumbledore looked thoughtful at this question. Slowly he answered,
"I'm not sure Harry. He might of thought they were to powerful, he might of tried to convince them to join his side, no one knows exactly. It's possible that he was trying to get information out of them, or maybe by that time he just liked killing, we can only guess."
"But whatever his reason was, Voldemort turned up on Godric's Hollow Halloween night and killed both your parents."
Harry swallowed suddenly. A horrible picture had come to his mind. a picture he had seen many times in nightmare's. A green light, burning pain, and his a woman's dead body. The picture came back, but now Harry understood it. Green light, the spell to kill his parents, his mother laying on the ground, and this time, for the first time he heard something else in the background, A high pitch laughter, almost insane and certainly evil. Harry shuddered, then looked back at Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled gently at Harry, waiting patiently for him to sort out all the information and ask another question.
"But Dumbledore, why didn't I die, did he not see me, was I hidden?"
Dumbledore smiled again and a little sparkle came back into his eye.
"No Harry, you were not hidden, The dark lord, after killing your parents advanced on you, I don't know why he tried to kill you also, probably he just enjoyed it, but whatever the reason, Voldemort attacked you. He sent the same curse that had killed your mother, father, and countless other wizards at you. It hit you on your head and you survived. You Harry, you are the only one who has ever survived the curse, and you were only a baby. And not only did you do that, but you defeated the dark lord, Voldemort. When the curse hit you, a little baby, it bounced off you and retaliated on the dark lord himself. The dark lord has never been seen again."
Harry gasped, more questions filled his mind, he asked the first one he thought of,
"Is Voldemort dead?"
Dumbledore smiled,
"That question is still asked today, is he dead? My opinion is no, Voldemort did not die, I believe he is almost dead, to weak to move, to weak to do anything, just biding his time. No Harry I don't believe Voldemort is dead, but you have defeated him for now."
Harry couldn't believe it, he couldn't be a powerful wizard, hell he barely even remembered his parents, didn't have any friends, and had never even heard of the wizarding world until this summer, and he was supposed to be famous, the boy who killed Voldemort?
"It can't be true though!" Harry cried out unexpectedly.
Mrs. Bradshaw spoke up finally, having been listening quietly.
"Actually Harry, I believe it is true. After all it fits in perfectly with my finding you. The cut, the time, the place, everything." "I know it seems unbelievable, but it is true."
Harry sat there, rubbing his scar absent-mindedly, thinking hard. He just got used to the fact that he really was a wizard and the next second he was supposed to be a famous, powerful wizard?! He just couldn't get used to it. After all he was a nobody all his life, having lived with an abusive family, then being a very bullied kid in school, and now he was famous and powerful! No way! Suddenly he thought of something that would explain it all, why he was famous and defeated the dark lord. He turned to Dumbledore, who had been waiting patiently for him to ask something else. Hesitantly he said;
"Dumbledore, you said my parents were very powerful right?" Dumbledore looked at him curiously, nodding his consent.
"Then they could cast very powerful spells, spells to keep someone safe?" Dumbledore smiled at Harry, seeing where this was going.
"Yes Harry they could of cast a very complex spell to protect you. If that's what your getting at." Harry nodded.
"That's what many people thought might have been the reason, me included. But I am now convinced they didn't."
Harry looked at Dumbledore surprised and asked,
"What convinced you this wasn't the case sir?"
Dumbledore smiled and said,
"Harry do you remember that day Your Uncle cracked open your head and you managed to get to Mrs. Figg's house?"
Harry nodded.
"Well she told you that a good doctor fixed all your cuts, did she not?"
Harry nodded again.
"Have you ever wondered who that doctor was and how he fixed you up so well?"
Harry smiled, "Yes many times. He healed me in about 3 hours and left no trace of a cut, I wondered how he did that very often."
Dumbledore smiled again, "Well Harry, I was that doctor." "When Mrs. Figg saw how bad you were hurt, she immediately called me over." "Yes she is a witch also." Dumbledore added seeing the surprised looks on Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw's faces. "When I came over I immediately started putting healing spells on you. Now the fastest I have ever known a wizard to heal completely using these spells was 6 hours. Harry you were a very small kid at that time and you should have been healing and still unconscious for a day minimum, you took 2 hours to heal. Then I gave you more blood. For someone who lost as much blood as you, it should of taken almost a pound of blood to heal you. It took about 1/2 a pound. Harry your body has done something never recorded, it made more blood to keep you alive Harry. No you are defiantly a powerful wizard."
Harry looked at Dumbledore in surprise and a little defeat in his eyes. Dumbledore had proven him to be a powerful wizard. He was a powerful and famous wizard. Harry gave into the facts with a sigh.
Dumbledore smiled at the boy and said in a cheerful voice,
"Well now that you know why they all know you, lets go outside and meet the crowd, shall we?"
Harry sighed again, then said, "Am I still going to go with Professor Quirrell to get my supplies, or are you taking me?"
"I would like to take you myself, but unfortunately I have an important meeting in about 2 minutes, so I must go, good-bye Harry!"
Harry went back into the main room to talk to people and shake hands with them again. Finally he managed to get loose and find Professor Quirrell.
"H-Harry, we h-had be...best b-be go-going n-now."
Harry nodded and followed the professor out the door, wondering why he smelled so weird...
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A/N: So, how was it?The next chapter or so might be rather uneventful, sorry but it cant be helped. I need to explain some stuff and change some other things so the plot will make sense. This chapter and the next one will be leading chapters.
Thanks for all the reviews, I was wondering though, why did I only get 3? Was it because I didn't write for so long no one checked? I don't get it. Oh well, please review this one. And I should post lots of chapter soon after this one because I wrote this one and plan to write some other ones the week ff.net was down. I am sorry this cant be posted sooner but it wont let me. Here's a thanks to all my reviewers:
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Disclaimer: Why can't J.K. Rowling just figure it out and give them to me? After all she isn't using them any more!
A/N: This chapter will be the beginning of the plot. Nothing very exciting will happen in this chapter though.
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Harry Potter woke up early on Saturday. He lay on his bed, still half asleep, trying clear out the cobwebs in his mind and remember why he was so exited. Suddenly he remembered. Today was the day he was getting his Hogwarts supplies! Suddenly he wasn't quite so excited. Today was the day he would find out if Hogwarts was real or all a sick joke. Harry walked slowly into the kitchen, feeling a little sick. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at him with a half smile and set some warm toast in front of him.
Harry tried to eat but the toast tasted like sawdust and the orange juice felt weird. Finally he just gave up eating with an apologetic smile. Mrs. Bradshaw didn't force him, knowing how nervous he was. Instead she sent him upstairs to get the instructions, letter, and supplies list. Harry ran into his room and quickly grabbed them off his dresser and ran downstairs. There he sat waiting impatiently for Mrs. Bradshaw to finish. The old lady seemed to take forever, forgetting something, then wanting to make sure she had something else, then going into the bathroom to fix her hair, then deciding to get her other purse instead. They finally left, an hour and a half after they should of. Mrs. Bradshaw started the car up and Harry slowly got in.
AS they got closer to London Harry got more excited ant more nervous . He sat there, thinking about Hogwarts, wands, the Leaky Cauldron, and wizards in general. For the thousandth time Harry weighed the facts about him and being a wizard, Even though he did throw Dudley into plates and fix his nose, Harry still couldn't believe it was true.
Suddenly Mrs. Bradshaw interrupted Harry's thoughts.
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"Well this is Parkway Street. Lets look around and see if we see that place the letter mentioned, what was it called again Harry?"
Harry looked down at the sheet he was holding, he scanned through it and found the directions.
"The leaky Cauldron and its in between a record shop and a book store" Harry announced.
"Good."
Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw agreed that they should split up. They both took one side of the road.
Harry walked slowly down the street, looking closely at all the stores. Every time they passed a store Harry's heart sank lower and lower. Finally he had walked up and down the whole street on his side. He walked back to the intersection where he and Mrs. Bradshaw were going to meet, hoping with all his might that she had found it. But as soon as Harry saw Mrs. Bradshaw he knew she hadn't. Her shoulders were slumped and she had a look of dread on her face.
"She knows how unhappy I will be." Harry thought, "She doesn't want to tell me."
Sure enough Mrs. Bradshaw looked sadly at Harry and said slowly,
"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't see it and I see you didn't either. This must have been a horrible joke."
Harry nodded miserably, then asked,
"Mrs. Bradshaw, did you see any record or book shops at all?"
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded slowly, "Yes, She said, "In fact I saw a record and book shop next to each other, but there was no Leaky Cauldron in between them."
Suddenly Harry remembered something the note said, excitedly he looked down at the note and saw it was true.
"Mrs. Bradshaw!" Harry said excitedly, "Look at what it says in this note!" He quickly read it out loud to Mrs. Bradshaw.
"...Your Muggle (Non-wizard) guardian may not see the Leaky Cauldron until you point it out to them."
Mrs. Bradshaw looked half hopeful half doubtful.
"But Harry, I looked very hard, I don't see how it could be there and I wouldn't see it!"
Harry tended to agree with her but decided he should check it out anyway. He quickly followed her to the book and record shop. His heart dropped to his toes when he saw them, Mrs. Bradshaw was right, there was no Leaky Cauldron in between them. But something compelled him to walk closer; he did so, staring hard at the space in between them. All the sudden a small dingy looking pub appeared in between them. Harry looked at it, written on a board across the door was the name Leaky Cauldron written in faded letters. Harry gasped and turned to Mrs. Bradshaw, expecting her face to be lit up and smiling. Instead she looked very sad and a little angry also
"Well," she said, "That's it, now you see, no leaky cauldron, come on Harry, lets go home."
Harry looked at her disbelieving, could she still not see it?
"But Mrs. Bradshaw" He said excitedly, "Its there, its true!"
"What?!" She said looking at Harry skeptically.
"Yes, its there, don't you see it?" Harry looked at her, and saw she still couldn't see it. He sighed, and said
"Fine then, I will walk in and then lets se if you see it."
He opened the old door and walked in slowly, as he did he looked back at Mrs. Bradshaw. Instantly he saw that she could see it. Her face lit up and she smiled and walked in with him. Inside was dark and Harry stood there, unaccustomed to the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He looked around, seeing things better as his eyes adjusted. He could make out in the smoky room rickety tables with people sitting, drinking, laughing and playing cards. Many wore robes, most of them dark blue or black. Some people were different though. One person looked suspiciously like a hag, according to books descriptions that is, and another had greenish skin and rather pointy ears. Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder from the back, Harry whirled around quickly, very scared, but the person who had grabbed him looked pale and thin, he quickly started apologizing.
"Ve...very s...sorry, for sc...Scaring y...you Po...pot...Potter." "I am P...prof...Professor Qui...Quirrell." He said quickly, then looked rather nervously around him, as if someone was watching. "Y,you a...are Po t...t...er aren..nt you?"
Harry smiled nervously and said rather loudly then he would of wanted, for many people around them seemed to suddenly stop talking then.
"Yes, Harry said, "Yes I am Harry Potter."
Suddenly the whole bar became silent, then there was a scraping of chairs and all the sudden Harry was surrounded by people trying to talk to him or shake his hand.
"Harry Potter." Said one man, "Welcome back!"
"I have always wanted to shake your hand!" Said another, "Just wait until I tell Martha about this!"
Harry looked around confusedly, wondering why everyone wanted to talk to him. He looked over at Mrs. Bradshaw, who was over to one side, to see if she knew anything about this. She looked back at him and shrugged.
Finally Harry was tired of this, he said in a loud and rather bewildered voice,
"Er...I know this sounds kind of dumb but, why does everyone want to shake my hand. I mean its like I am famous." Harry laughed nervously, but everyone else seemed to be staring at him. Finally one person spoke up.
"You mean you don't know?!" "Harry Potter doesn't know his own story, but everyone else does?!" "This is outrageous!"
Now Harry was totally bewildered, what story, why did everyone know who he was?
"Er, no I'm afraid I don't, but if someone would explain it to me..."
Everyone looked about awkwardly, as if they didn't know who should.
Suddenly someone walked in, and said in a firm, yet kind voice,
"I will Harry."
Harry looked at the newcomer. 'Now this is a wizard!' Harry thought, for the man who just walked in looked exactly like the Muggle's stereotype of a wizard. He had blue flowing robes with a pointy wizards hat to go with it. His hair was long and gray and he had a flowing white beard that reached to his waist. He wore half-moon spectacles and his eyes were blue with a sparkle in them that made him look kind. Suddenly Quirrell was back at his side and whispered to Harry,
"Th...that's Dum...bledore. The Hea...Headma...master of Hog...warts." He explained. Harry nodded and looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled at Harry kindly and said,
"I'm sorry for not telling you about this in the letter, but I doubt if I could explain it in one."
Harry looked at Dumbledore, confused. Dumbledore smiled again and took hold of Harry's arm. Quietly he said, pointing to a small room in the back "Lets go in here away from the crowd and I will explain it all to you." Then he looked at Mrs. Bradshaw and smiled again.
"And Mrs. Bradshaw also, if she would like."
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded her consent and followed Harry and Dumbledore into the empty room, once their Dumbledore started talking
"Now Harry, I know you must have a million questions right now, and hopefully what I am about to tell you will clear most of them up." He said quietly. Harry nodded and looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes. Dumbledore smiled and told Harry his story.
"Harry, about 10 years before you were born, the magical world was in disarray. There was a wizard, a very powerful wizard, who went bad. It was awful, he started getting followers and took over most of the wizard world. Times were very bad then Harry, people were terrified, no one knew who to trust and who not to trust. This wizard, Voldemort, was his name, was in control."
Harry looked at Dumbledore questioningly, what did this have to do with him? Oh well, he supposed he would learn soon enough. Harry hesitantly interrupted Dumbledore's speech with a question,
"But, sir, didn't people try to stop him?
Dumbledore looked at Harry gravely, the sparkle in his eye gone,
"Yes Harry, people tried to stop him, and got killed. Anyone at all who stood up to him was killed. Voldemort's followers, death eaters, killed many people. No one could stop him, he was invincible. Even Muggle's were starting to feel his power. Voldemort hated all muggle-borns, people with non-magic parents, Dumbledore explained when he saw the confused look on Mrs. Bradshaw and Harry's face. And he would kill them and their families often."
"Now your parents Harry, Dumbledore said looking Harry straight in the eye, "were one of the first people on Voldemort's list to kill. They were very powerful wizards, both of them, and Voldemort wanted them dead."
Harry looked startled, he had thought that his parents were Muggle's also and that he was a Muggle-born. Harry had never imagined that they were wizards too, especially powerful ones! Harry had another question and even though he didn't want to interrupt again, he did.
"Excuse me, but what did my parents do that made Voldemort want to kill them?"
Dumbledore looked thoughtful at this question. Slowly he answered,
"I'm not sure Harry. He might of thought they were to powerful, he might of tried to convince them to join his side, no one knows exactly. It's possible that he was trying to get information out of them, or maybe by that time he just liked killing, we can only guess."
"But whatever his reason was, Voldemort turned up on Godric's Hollow Halloween night and killed both your parents."
Harry swallowed suddenly. A horrible picture had come to his mind. a picture he had seen many times in nightmare's. A green light, burning pain, and his a woman's dead body. The picture came back, but now Harry understood it. Green light, the spell to kill his parents, his mother laying on the ground, and this time, for the first time he heard something else in the background, A high pitch laughter, almost insane and certainly evil. Harry shuddered, then looked back at Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled gently at Harry, waiting patiently for him to sort out all the information and ask another question.
"But Dumbledore, why didn't I die, did he not see me, was I hidden?"
Dumbledore smiled again and a little sparkle came back into his eye.
"No Harry, you were not hidden, The dark lord, after killing your parents advanced on you, I don't know why he tried to kill you also, probably he just enjoyed it, but whatever the reason, Voldemort attacked you. He sent the same curse that had killed your mother, father, and countless other wizards at you. It hit you on your head and you survived. You Harry, you are the only one who has ever survived the curse, and you were only a baby. And not only did you do that, but you defeated the dark lord, Voldemort. When the curse hit you, a little baby, it bounced off you and retaliated on the dark lord himself. The dark lord has never been seen again."
Harry gasped, more questions filled his mind, he asked the first one he thought of,
"Is Voldemort dead?"
Dumbledore smiled,
"That question is still asked today, is he dead? My opinion is no, Voldemort did not die, I believe he is almost dead, to weak to move, to weak to do anything, just biding his time. No Harry I don't believe Voldemort is dead, but you have defeated him for now."
Harry couldn't believe it, he couldn't be a powerful wizard, hell he barely even remembered his parents, didn't have any friends, and had never even heard of the wizarding world until this summer, and he was supposed to be famous, the boy who killed Voldemort?
"It can't be true though!" Harry cried out unexpectedly.
Mrs. Bradshaw spoke up finally, having been listening quietly.
"Actually Harry, I believe it is true. After all it fits in perfectly with my finding you. The cut, the time, the place, everything." "I know it seems unbelievable, but it is true."
Harry sat there, rubbing his scar absent-mindedly, thinking hard. He just got used to the fact that he really was a wizard and the next second he was supposed to be a famous, powerful wizard?! He just couldn't get used to it. After all he was a nobody all his life, having lived with an abusive family, then being a very bullied kid in school, and now he was famous and powerful! No way! Suddenly he thought of something that would explain it all, why he was famous and defeated the dark lord. He turned to Dumbledore, who had been waiting patiently for him to ask something else. Hesitantly he said;
"Dumbledore, you said my parents were very powerful right?" Dumbledore looked at him curiously, nodding his consent.
"Then they could cast very powerful spells, spells to keep someone safe?" Dumbledore smiled at Harry, seeing where this was going.
"Yes Harry they could of cast a very complex spell to protect you. If that's what your getting at." Harry nodded.
"That's what many people thought might have been the reason, me included. But I am now convinced they didn't."
Harry looked at Dumbledore surprised and asked,
"What convinced you this wasn't the case sir?"
Dumbledore smiled and said,
"Harry do you remember that day Your Uncle cracked open your head and you managed to get to Mrs. Figg's house?"
Harry nodded.
"Well she told you that a good doctor fixed all your cuts, did she not?"
Harry nodded again.
"Have you ever wondered who that doctor was and how he fixed you up so well?"
Harry smiled, "Yes many times. He healed me in about 3 hours and left no trace of a cut, I wondered how he did that very often."
Dumbledore smiled again, "Well Harry, I was that doctor." "When Mrs. Figg saw how bad you were hurt, she immediately called me over." "Yes she is a witch also." Dumbledore added seeing the surprised looks on Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw's faces. "When I came over I immediately started putting healing spells on you. Now the fastest I have ever known a wizard to heal completely using these spells was 6 hours. Harry you were a very small kid at that time and you should have been healing and still unconscious for a day minimum, you took 2 hours to heal. Then I gave you more blood. For someone who lost as much blood as you, it should of taken almost a pound of blood to heal you. It took about 1/2 a pound. Harry your body has done something never recorded, it made more blood to keep you alive Harry. No you are defiantly a powerful wizard."
Harry looked at Dumbledore in surprise and a little defeat in his eyes. Dumbledore had proven him to be a powerful wizard. He was a powerful and famous wizard. Harry gave into the facts with a sigh.
Dumbledore smiled at the boy and said in a cheerful voice,
"Well now that you know why they all know you, lets go outside and meet the crowd, shall we?"
Harry sighed again, then said, "Am I still going to go with Professor Quirrell to get my supplies, or are you taking me?"
"I would like to take you myself, but unfortunately I have an important meeting in about 2 minutes, so I must go, good-bye Harry!"
Harry went back into the main room to talk to people and shake hands with them again. Finally he managed to get loose and find Professor Quirrell.
"H-Harry, we h-had be...best b-be go-going n-now."
Harry nodded and followed the professor out the door, wondering why he smelled so weird...
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A/N: So, how was it?The next chapter or so might be rather uneventful, sorry but it cant be helped. I need to explain some stuff and change some other things so the plot will make sense. This chapter and the next one will be leading chapters.
Thanks for all the reviews, I was wondering though, why did I only get 3? Was it because I didn't write for so long no one checked? I don't get it. Oh well, please review this one. And I should post lots of chapter soon after this one because I wrote this one and plan to write some other ones the week ff.net was down. I am sorry this cant be posted sooner but it wont let me. Here's a thanks to all my reviewers:
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A/N: THANKS AGAIN TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! PLEASE REVIEW MY 5&6TH CHAPTER! I only got 2 last time. But I am not complaining...