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Jed: This chapter has Quidditch! Harry and Richard's big secret might be revealed because of it. (Dances in his Quidditch robes, hoping no one is watching.)
Family Portrait
Chapter Six: Evil Quidditch Match
J-chan
"ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!!!" I screamed in front of the large, stone gargoyle that guarded Professor Dumbledore's office. Forgive me, but I am terrible at remembering passwords, which is perhaps how I know nearly every secret passageway in the school. Heck, Dumbledore or Tom don't have anything on me! I know them all, and I know there is no other way into Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Richard, I was beginning to wonder if you had woken up the students yet." The crouched over gray haired man said, climbing out of his office. His was dressed, to my surprise, in nice robes, rather than diner things.
"So sorry, Albus, but this was the only time when..."
"You knew I wouldn't be busy? Yes, Professor Trelawnie told me that you would need to see me some time today. I'm afraid it was only a second ago that I heard your screams or else I would have came out sooner. I think I am beginning to go deaf in my left ear, can't hear anything anymore..." Albus complained, but then saw my serious gaze and fell silent.
"I do believe you have come with important matters, Richard? If so, then please, step inside my office and we will discuss whatever it is that needs to be discussed." I did so, and when I stepped into his office, I was surprised at how much it had not changed. The sorting hat was still there, though it looked older and more ragged than it had when I had it. Fawkes was still there, his beautiful red feathers still in tact. I had spent a good part of five minutes starring at the old office, trying to remembering how many times I had been in here before when Professor Dipplet had been headmaster.
"Er, Richard?" Albus said, grabbing my attention. "What seems to be the problem, old friend?" He asked, and smiled gently at me. I sighed, taking a seat in one of the chairs in the room.
"It involves the boy." I said. Everyone knew who 'the boy' was. 'The boy' was Harry, and when discussing matters such as this, it was best to call him 'the boy.'
"Ah, you finally found out, did you?" He asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't know what to...Wait a second! Finally found out? How did you know?!" I screamed, as I seem to do a lot these days. Albus laughed though, finding my confusion incredibly funny.
"The moment I saw James, I knew. Harry seems to act more like you than James did." He chuckled, and I sat there, eyes wide open.
"You knew? Why didn't you contact me and tell me? Do you know what I would have done differently if I knew I had a son?!" I said angrily, rubbing my hand through my now-gray-was-once-black-hair.
"Would you have believed me?" He said plainly, and I thought about that for a second. Twenty years ago, if Dumbledore would have came up to me and said I had a son, I would have laughed him at him so hard...There would be no way I would have believed him. Hell would have had to froze over first.
"No, I wouldn't have. Could you blame me?" I asked, sighing breathlessly.
"No. I never expected you to. And I thought you would have been more hurt when you did find out if I had told you, and you didn't believe me." He said, his blue eyes sparkling like they always did behind those half-moon glasses of his.
"Richard, I also must confess that I know more than I think you do." He said, grinning. I looked at him with great curiosity in my eyes.
"I know you're a Death Eater, and I've known for a long time. I figure Harry knows now, doesn't he?" Albus laughed, and I laughed a little too. A house elf appeared, filling the fireplace with more wood, then giving us a spot of brandy.
"You don't miss a thing, do you? Yes, Harry does know. By accident, I assure you. But one thing concerns me, Albus." I said, and he motioned for me to go on. "If you knew I was a Death Eater, then why did you hire me as a teacher?" I asked plainly, for it was something that was lingering in my mind for a while now.
"Because, Richard. You had to know. I couldn't let you kill Harry without knowing who he was." He said quietly, sipping his brandy peacefully.
"I don't want to kill Harry. He's everything...now. But I can't betray Tom! He's my best friend, and has been for forever! Oh, Albus, do you know what to do? Because I don't! I can't have both..." I said sadly. Albus always had an idea of some sort. He could always make things work. Unfortunately, he didn't for me.
"I'm sorry, Richard...But I can't see how. Your grandson has been the only thing that's stopped Tom from destroying everything in his path. I realize he's your friend, and that he always will be your friend. But is he worth killing your grandson for? Is it worth killing the Heir of Gryffindor?" Oops, hadn't thought of that one. If Harry did die, he would be the last of Godric Gryffindor's family. How could I possibly think of betraying that?
"Your right, Albus. I can't have both. But..." It meant so much to me, Tom did. He was there for me when no one else was. He was the Dark Lord, and always would be. He was the most feared and powerful wizard of all time. If I betrayed him, it would only be a day and a half before I was dead. But...there was also Harry. How could such a little boy, a boy I hardly knew, mean so much to me in so little time? He's the only thing I have left in the world. He's everything to me. Yes, that was my answer. I would choose Harry above everything else. He's all that mattered anymore. But how was I going to tell that to Tom?
***
"Lucius?" I said, looking at the white/blonde haired man in front of me. Today was the greatest day, for me anyway, in the world. The first Quidditch match of the season!!!!! GO GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!! However, running in to one of my former/fellow Death Eaters was something that made me worried.
"Ah, Mr. Patterson. What a pleasure to see you here. What brings you to a school Quidditch match?" Lucius Malfoy said, his cold voice echoing in the school.
"I'm a teacher here, Lucius." I said, trying my best not to sound worried. Didn't work to well, but he seemed fooled. "What brings you here?" I asked.
"My son is on the Syltherin team, and I have come to watch him. You will be cheering him on, won't you?" He asked. No point in lying to him. So I said no, but I stuttered slightly as I did.
"I understand. You're a teacher. Not supposed to cheer for any team, people might get suspicious...Ah, right. The game begins soon, so I will go down to the field. Care to join me?" He asked, carrying that blasted walking stick he always had with him.
"Um, no, I think. I am meeting someone here." I lied. Lucius left me alone, and I stood there, hoping someone would come up to me. Indeed, it was Minerva.
"Richard! Good, it's you. I was hoping to run into you. Listen, Madam Hooch is sick and we need a replacement referee. Would you do the honors?" Me, a ref? Ok!
"Sure, Minerva." I said, walking down to the field. This was going to be fun.
**
"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season! Gryffindor vs. Slytherin! This is your commentator, Lee Jordan. Let's welcome out the Gryffindor side: Wood, Johnson, Bell, Weasley, Weasley, and ...Potter!" Lee yelled. (A/N: I know I forgot someone, but I couldn't remember the other Chasers last name! And I realize Oliver and Flint would be gone by Harry's fifth year, but lets pretend their not, ok?) "Now, the Slytherins: Flint, Selar, Damian, Lucas, Eugene, Harvey, and ...Malfoy!" He yelled, though not nearly as enthusiastic as he was with the Gryffindor side. "Referee for this match is Rich...I mean, Professor Patterson, lets all give a round of applause for our Defense teacher!" Ha! I haven't felt this good since I last played a game of Quidditch myself.
"Now, I want you to behave yourselves, so don't cheat!" I screamed nearly directly at the Slytherin team, and I released the balls, with my whistle blowing hard. I winked at Harry. He still didn't look good, not good enough to be playing Quidditch, and I think the rest of the team noticed. It was only a matter of seconds before my whistle began to blow again.
"Foul! Flint, you don't hit the Chasers!"
"Foul! Penalty shot for Gryffindor."
"Foul! Jason Harvey, only the Beaters can use those sticks!"
"Weasley, no, you can't jinx their brooms because they knocked Katie off." Whew. If I have a voice tomorrow, then God bless me. Finally, the game seemed to be moving relatively smooth until I saw it.
"Harry!" I yelled. He stopped and looked at me, right when a large, green light appeared out of Malfoy's wand. Unfortunately, it was too late.
"Ah!!" He screamed, and I blew my whistle, stopping the game. It was a matter of seconds before Dumbledore and the other teachers were on the field as well.
Harry hadn't been killed, but he had been hit hard by the Curico(sp?) curse.
***
"He needs medical attention!" Minerva yelled, and I was furious. Not only was he hit, but he had fallen off his broom, and hit hard on the ground. The wind also took his broom, and it flew off. Dumbledore managed to magic some sort of stretcher to put him on, and before any one in the audience could leave, I put a spell on the stadium so no one could.
"WHO DID THAT?" I yelled, and everyone fell silent. They had never seen me angry before. And frankly, I was pissed. No one hurt my grandson and got away with it.
"ANSWER ME! WHO CONJURED THAT CURSE?" It was only then when little Draco caught my attention. He had gotten hit by the curse as well, though not as hard. I knew at once that Lucius hadn't done it, seeing as though he was swooning over his own son. I led the boy to the hospital wing, anger expressing through my face.
***
"Are you awake, Harry?" I asked. It was late that night, and Harry and Draco were in the hospital wing over night. Both were severely injured, but Harry was far worse than Draco. Draco was asleep at the moment. So I thought.
"Granddad?" His low, shallow voice called out. I rubbed his head gently.
"It's okay, Harry, your alright now." I said, kissing his forehead.
"W-who did that?" He asked, still in a lot of pain and shock. He's been in pain for a few days now, mostly because of me.
"I don't know, but I promise you, they won't be here long. I'll find them, and then I'll kill them, or at least get them expelled. No one will ever hurt my grandson, not again, anyway." That was where I made my big mistake...
A/N: So glad I'm done! Whew, that took a lot out of me. Anyways, I need your guys opinion: Do you want Remus and Sirius in the next chapter? If you do, tell me in your review! Please review, as well. It's truly the inspiration for all my stories. Which, I will tell you, one of my new ones, Friendship, did a lot better than I thought, so I hope you will read this, then read that. Ok, I'm done for now. Adios!