A Time Out of Memory
by S. L
Harry tensed. This was the last thing he needed right now... inwardly he groaned, but grabbed at his wand from inside his robes. Luckily he hadn't lost it. "Traitor," he repeated as he had in the hospital wing.
Daniel smirked. "Ah yes, about that," he looked towards his mother and his gaze softened, then he blinked it away. "My dear mum's made another prediction. Something about the first born Potter child leading the wizarding world to greatness." He shrugged. "Well I can't help that if it's me can I? And what a better partner to have than the great Dark Lord himself? I was skeptical at first, but truly, dark is the only way to go."
"Let me guess," Harry said knowing the speech full well. Voldemort had used it on him last year to try to win him over to the dark side. "Absolute power, revenge upon old enemy's, everything you could ever want- something along those lines?" His voice sounded hatful and bitter.
The other Potter's mouth twitched. "You know Harry, you're become far more of a nuisance than I like. What you're even doing here is beyond me. You may look like my brother, but you're no Potter."
Harry stood his ground. "You don't know how wrong you are," he said very quietly then he smiled a bit. "You think you're the Potter to lead the wizarding world to greatness? How is the dark lord's rule any kind of greatness anyways? You don't even know what the prophecy means!"
Laughing madly, Daniel turned about quickly. "Greatness Harry? I'm the smartest of my family, Head Boy! As well as being the most powerful wizard- mum's prophecy said so."
How like a sullen boy he sounded, Harry thought. "You're nothing, but the Dark Lord's lap dog. Just you wait. He'll use what little power you've in you, then kill you when he's finished. You're as expandable as the next death eater and no more special."
James spoke for the first time since his brother had entered the room. "Daniel- how could you?" He sounded hurt and betrayed, Harry lost the edge of his anger, just thinking about how badly James must be feeling.
His brother looked away, it was impossible to see the emotion on his face in the dark, but the hatred in his voice was clear. Harry decided then, that he was already too far gone to be helped, the Dark Lord had already claimed him. If Daniel Potter had ever been good, all was gone now, nothing was left, but his own hatred.
"Because brother," he spat the word out as if it burnt his tongue. "I'm the one with the power in the family, with the knowledge, I'm the one everyone should be proud of. They speak only of you! You! A stupid prat, not even half as smart as I. They are proud of you! You who's in trouble every other day, who doesn't take anything seriously! They love you James, they always have. Me? They just put up with me, the only Ravenclaw in the family, who doesn't even look like a true Potter, but I'll show you! I'm the great Potter who's going to bring our family name fame and the respect it deserves!"
Then everything, but the labored breathing of Daniel was silent. James didn't speak, but Harry could feel him shuddering beside him. This was enough.
"Yes," Harry said careful, trying not to let his anger eat at him too much. "The Potter name will one day gain respect and even fame, but not fear as you would have it. You, who betrayed your own family, your own dad, mum and brother." He saw Daniel look up in the darkness, but he went on. "Is this the way you would prove yourself Daniel? What would you do? Would you kill them all? Will you kill me Daniel?" His voice had a hard, practiced edge to it, that he knew sent the tremble up the other boy's spine.
Then Daniel stood up tall, an inner fire reflecting from his eyes. "I don't answer to you, any of you. Not any more. I am powerful. I am great. And I will kill you. I'll kill you all."
James moved away slightly, but Harry didn't budge. He was looking at his grand mum now. She was awake, floating silently between her son's her eyes opened halfway gazing at Harry, she nodded slightly.
"Kill me then Daniel." He said evenly, knowing perfectly well what he was doing. "Kill me. I know it cannot be all that difficult now can it? After all you've already betrayed your family, and killed your father as I know you will your brother." James gasped somewhere behind him. "You've given your mother as a prisoner to the Dark Lord, and are now his faithful servant. It can't be hard then to kill one little spare."
Kill the spare...
Kill the spare...
The words rang through Harry's head clouding his thoughts momentarily.
"I could too kill you," Daniel said as if he had something to prove.
Harry nodded. "Yes, perhaps you could, but I don't think you will."
All was silent again. Harry looked again at his grand mum, asking her permission once again. It was her son, but both of them knew there was nothing more that could be helped. She nodded once again, this time her movement caught by both sons. James ran to her, only to be stopped by Daniel's call.
"You will not touch her!" He screamed greedily. "She is my mother!"
James stopped in his tracks glaring at his brother. "She is not your mum, you killed our dad and you would kill her. She is no longer your mum, you are not a Potter."
"I am so," the other boy said, his voice low and dangerous. He sounded more and more like a child every time he opened his mouth. "I am the great first born Potter, and I am powerful."
"Are you though?" Harry said wonderingly. "The first born Potter I mean. obviously you don't think yourself a Potter, and not even your family thinks of you as a Potter anymore, so how can you be that Potter hmm?"
Daniel moved one step closer and Harry caught sight of two black eyes, glazed over in darkness. "I am."
"But, couldn't the prophecy be referring to another Potter. Perhaps a Potter from a future time? Surely you can't think that you are the only Potter son there will ever be. Can you?"
Daniel's mouth twitched. "I am."
"I don't know," Harry said skeptically, now pacing the room. "You certainly don't act all powerful, or like a Potter for that matter."
"I AM!" Daniel roared taking another step.
Harry looked at him evenly, not budging. "You're not the one of the prophecy."
Hate spread across the face of the other boy. "And how would you know that?"
With an ironic, and sad smile Harry looked up at his uncle in the eye. They were filled with hate and fear, as Harry knew his own to be filled with sadness. He couldn't turn back now. "Because Daniel," Harry said softer. "I am."
*Very short, I know, but I'll make the next longer. This was just a really, really, really, good place to stop. I think you'll all agree with me, even if you do hate cliffhangers. Sorry about that one too. Thanks to those who reviewed and everyone who reads this story! Means a lot to me! I think it'll be done in a couple more chapters, but then I'm going to rewrite this. Clean it up a bit, of mistakes and whatnot, maybe rearrange a few things. Nothing major, but.. yeah, okay.*
by S. L
Harry tensed. This was the last thing he needed right now... inwardly he groaned, but grabbed at his wand from inside his robes. Luckily he hadn't lost it. "Traitor," he repeated as he had in the hospital wing.
Daniel smirked. "Ah yes, about that," he looked towards his mother and his gaze softened, then he blinked it away. "My dear mum's made another prediction. Something about the first born Potter child leading the wizarding world to greatness." He shrugged. "Well I can't help that if it's me can I? And what a better partner to have than the great Dark Lord himself? I was skeptical at first, but truly, dark is the only way to go."
"Let me guess," Harry said knowing the speech full well. Voldemort had used it on him last year to try to win him over to the dark side. "Absolute power, revenge upon old enemy's, everything you could ever want- something along those lines?" His voice sounded hatful and bitter.
The other Potter's mouth twitched. "You know Harry, you're become far more of a nuisance than I like. What you're even doing here is beyond me. You may look like my brother, but you're no Potter."
Harry stood his ground. "You don't know how wrong you are," he said very quietly then he smiled a bit. "You think you're the Potter to lead the wizarding world to greatness? How is the dark lord's rule any kind of greatness anyways? You don't even know what the prophecy means!"
Laughing madly, Daniel turned about quickly. "Greatness Harry? I'm the smartest of my family, Head Boy! As well as being the most powerful wizard- mum's prophecy said so."
How like a sullen boy he sounded, Harry thought. "You're nothing, but the Dark Lord's lap dog. Just you wait. He'll use what little power you've in you, then kill you when he's finished. You're as expandable as the next death eater and no more special."
James spoke for the first time since his brother had entered the room. "Daniel- how could you?" He sounded hurt and betrayed, Harry lost the edge of his anger, just thinking about how badly James must be feeling.
His brother looked away, it was impossible to see the emotion on his face in the dark, but the hatred in his voice was clear. Harry decided then, that he was already too far gone to be helped, the Dark Lord had already claimed him. If Daniel Potter had ever been good, all was gone now, nothing was left, but his own hatred.
"Because brother," he spat the word out as if it burnt his tongue. "I'm the one with the power in the family, with the knowledge, I'm the one everyone should be proud of. They speak only of you! You! A stupid prat, not even half as smart as I. They are proud of you! You who's in trouble every other day, who doesn't take anything seriously! They love you James, they always have. Me? They just put up with me, the only Ravenclaw in the family, who doesn't even look like a true Potter, but I'll show you! I'm the great Potter who's going to bring our family name fame and the respect it deserves!"
Then everything, but the labored breathing of Daniel was silent. James didn't speak, but Harry could feel him shuddering beside him. This was enough.
"Yes," Harry said careful, trying not to let his anger eat at him too much. "The Potter name will one day gain respect and even fame, but not fear as you would have it. You, who betrayed your own family, your own dad, mum and brother." He saw Daniel look up in the darkness, but he went on. "Is this the way you would prove yourself Daniel? What would you do? Would you kill them all? Will you kill me Daniel?" His voice had a hard, practiced edge to it, that he knew sent the tremble up the other boy's spine.
Then Daniel stood up tall, an inner fire reflecting from his eyes. "I don't answer to you, any of you. Not any more. I am powerful. I am great. And I will kill you. I'll kill you all."
James moved away slightly, but Harry didn't budge. He was looking at his grand mum now. She was awake, floating silently between her son's her eyes opened halfway gazing at Harry, she nodded slightly.
"Kill me then Daniel." He said evenly, knowing perfectly well what he was doing. "Kill me. I know it cannot be all that difficult now can it? After all you've already betrayed your family, and killed your father as I know you will your brother." James gasped somewhere behind him. "You've given your mother as a prisoner to the Dark Lord, and are now his faithful servant. It can't be hard then to kill one little spare."
Kill the spare...
Kill the spare...
The words rang through Harry's head clouding his thoughts momentarily.
"I could too kill you," Daniel said as if he had something to prove.
Harry nodded. "Yes, perhaps you could, but I don't think you will."
All was silent again. Harry looked again at his grand mum, asking her permission once again. It was her son, but both of them knew there was nothing more that could be helped. She nodded once again, this time her movement caught by both sons. James ran to her, only to be stopped by Daniel's call.
"You will not touch her!" He screamed greedily. "She is my mother!"
James stopped in his tracks glaring at his brother. "She is not your mum, you killed our dad and you would kill her. She is no longer your mum, you are not a Potter."
"I am so," the other boy said, his voice low and dangerous. He sounded more and more like a child every time he opened his mouth. "I am the great first born Potter, and I am powerful."
"Are you though?" Harry said wonderingly. "The first born Potter I mean. obviously you don't think yourself a Potter, and not even your family thinks of you as a Potter anymore, so how can you be that Potter hmm?"
Daniel moved one step closer and Harry caught sight of two black eyes, glazed over in darkness. "I am."
"But, couldn't the prophecy be referring to another Potter. Perhaps a Potter from a future time? Surely you can't think that you are the only Potter son there will ever be. Can you?"
Daniel's mouth twitched. "I am."
"I don't know," Harry said skeptically, now pacing the room. "You certainly don't act all powerful, or like a Potter for that matter."
"I AM!" Daniel roared taking another step.
Harry looked at him evenly, not budging. "You're not the one of the prophecy."
Hate spread across the face of the other boy. "And how would you know that?"
With an ironic, and sad smile Harry looked up at his uncle in the eye. They were filled with hate and fear, as Harry knew his own to be filled with sadness. He couldn't turn back now. "Because Daniel," Harry said softer. "I am."
*Very short, I know, but I'll make the next longer. This was just a really, really, really, good place to stop. I think you'll all agree with me, even if you do hate cliffhangers. Sorry about that one too. Thanks to those who reviewed and everyone who reads this story! Means a lot to me! I think it'll be done in a couple more chapters, but then I'm going to rewrite this. Clean it up a bit, of mistakes and whatnot, maybe rearrange a few things. Nothing major, but.. yeah, okay.*