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Family Portrait
Chapter One: Meeting Harry
J-chan
Did I tell you I was famous? Well, I was. I even have one of those wizard card things with me on it. Here, I'll show you:
Richard Patterson (1968-present)
Mr. Patterson is a famous Quidditch star. When he finished
playing Quidditch for English Eagles, the British never won
another game. After he quit Quidditch, he started making
his own brooms, particularly very good ones like the Nimbus
brand and the all new Firebolt. Mr. Patterson is also a famous
Auror Trainer, teaching young Aurors how to defend themselves
against the Dark Lord's powers.
Now, before you begin asking, why would a Death Eater be a Auror Trainer, think about it. Think about the logic that all goes into it, and then you'll find your answer.
It was when I was an Auror Trainer when I first met James. At the time, I didn't know he was my son. Never crossed my mind that he could be. However, I did notice how similar we were. A strange similarity, too. He was determined to destroy Tom, where as I was sworn to protect him. He was powerful, too. Too damn powerful for his own good. It made him arrogant, much like how I am. He and his friends had the curiosity of a cat, and the money to pull anything off. They wanted to be Aurors, and I taught them the opposite. I was particularly fond of the one named Remus Lupin. He seemed to be a nice kid where everything that could go wrong to him did. I was easier on him than the others.
That's how I met James. As for Harry, that's a completely different story.
As I told you a million and one times before, I love Quidditch. So naturally, when the Quidditch World Cup was held in Britain, I went. And I saw him.
He was just fourteen at the time. Young, powerless, and so very well protected. (Mind you, I didn't know I was his grandfather.) How I wanted to kill the child, end it all right there. But it would've been too obvious if I killed him there. I needed strategy. So I came up with a plan. Barty Crouch would apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts that year, and hopefully kill the boy. When he failed, Tom thought there wasn't much else we could do at Hogwarts. He was wrong.
I applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. I was hired. I was Professor Patterson, and from then on, I would watch over young Harry Potter. Of course, at that time I had forgotten exactly how smart Ablus Dumbledore was, and how easy it was for him to have a trick up his sleeve.
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Most teachers flew on a broom to get to Hogwarts. Others hired a cartage to take them to the school. But I had planned to take the Knight Bus, and so I did. As I rode, I tried to work on a lesson plan, but couldn't. My mind seemed to wander elsewhere. I had my heart set on a mission. Sometime during the year, I was going to kill Harry Potter.
When I got there, the train had not gotten there yet. It gave me a few seconds to talk to a few of my new colleges–I couldn't help but notice that Minerva McGonagall was a Transfiguration teacher. She had been in my year, so you could say we knew each other. So was Saria Sprout. (A/N: Do the books give Sprout a first name? I didn't notice one, so I made one up.) A few of the others I noticed as well. Serveus Snape was a potions teacher, where he was once a Death Eater. I shuddered a bit, because I was afraid he might have recognized me and told me out. But he didn't, thankfully. There was also Professor Binns, who, when he taught me, was still alive. Hagrid was there. He didn't seem too fond of me at first, because I was Tom's best bud, but he lightened up when the students arrived. We sat there, I myself chatting uncontrollably to Minerva, who seemed to blush when I told her she looked good in green. She stopped, however, when Ablus gave her the signal to hit her small glass.
"Attention please. Professor Dumbledore wishes to say a few words before the feast." She said, and she turned to Ablus. He stood up soundlessly.
"First, I would like to introduce our newest member to the staff. May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Patterson." He said, and I smiled soundly at the students. Most of the pure borns had known who I was, and looked at me as though I had three heads or something. I couldn't help but notice a red haired boy–Weasley, I believe–talking to Harry and this other girl about me. I chuckled silently. Best have a reputation at first, rather than gain one later.
"I would also like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest is still forbidden to all students, no matter what. Mr. Flich has also been kind enough to tell me to remind you that can go to Hogsmeade that there are a few items that are not allowed on school grounds. The list can be found in Mr. Flich's office, so I hope many of you will take a look at that." He said, eyeing two other boys near Harry whom I presumed to be the red head's brothers. They smiled innocently at Dumbledore, as if he was insane for accusing them.
The feast had been as magnificent as I remembered. Chicken, roast beef, corn casserole, and much more yummy stuff. The children seemed to be enjoying the feast as much as I was. Little did I know, this would be one of the last feast I ever had.