A Properly Reared Wizard
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter, or any of the Harry potter
characters, and am making no money from this story. Some portions of the
text may have been taken directly from HP and the sorcerer's stone. They
are marked with {'s.
Chapter 1 In the Ruins of Godric's Hollow
A figure in a long cloak that seems to one with the night itself stepped out of the shadows surrounding the ruins of Godric's Hollow. As the hood of the cloak was pulled back dark brown eyes and hair so dark it's almost black were revealed. Once the hood was down we saw that the figure was a beautiful, young woman.
She surveyed the ruins, as if looking for something or someone in particular. As she found what she was looking for, she seemed to sadden. " Oh, Harry." She said with tears in her eyes. Then a baby's cry of fear, pain, and grief could be heard in the still night. The woman rushed over to the child. As she picked it up we saw that the child had messy black hair, brilliant green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on its forehead.
The mysterious woman picked the child up and held him close. As she held him she crooned a sweet, gentle song and rocked him softly, slowly the child stopped crying and began to fall asleep. Once the child was completely asleep, the woman placed him in a sling across her front so that he was held close to her body and could hear her heartbeat.
Once she was sure the child was secure, the woman brought her hands together in front of her. They began to glow. Brighter and brighter the glow became, it seemed as if the woman was waiting for something. Finally the glow reached a certain brightness and the woman made a gesture in the air as if outlining a door. As she gestured a bight light was left behind in the path of her hands. Once her hands completed the outline it began to fill with light, there was now a glowing portal/gateway hanging there in midair.
Having finished with her task the woman reached into her cloak and pulled two envelopes. One was addressed to "Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin. First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)" the other was addressed to Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She placed the two envelopes on top a pile of rubble and set a flashing green light atop them.
As she straightened once more the child that she carried woke and began to cry. "Shh Harry. It's all right. You're safe now, and I'm going to make sure that you grow up safe, happy, and loved. Unlike what would have happened if I had left you here," crooned the cloaked woman as she moved to the portal that she had created moments earlier. As she stepped through the doorway she took one last look at the ruins of the Potters' home, straightened her shoulders, and walked forward. After she had passed through it the portal gave one last blinding flash of light and closed in on itself.
On a little street outside of a " perfectly ordinary" house inhabited by little Harry's maternal Muggle relatives, on a low wall sat a cat with markings around its eyes. The cat seemed to be waiting for something or someone.
Out of the darkness stepped a tall cloaked figure. The cloaks hood was pulled back to reveal a distinguished man with long silver hair and a long white beard. The man looked around for a moment, and then pulled a silver device from his cloak. He clicked the device, and one of the streetlights wentout. Again and again he clicked the device, twelve times in total until the street was completely dark.
"Really Minerva, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly!" he said.
The cat jumped from the wall, becoming midjump, a distinguished woman wearing robes. "Well you should try sitting on a wall all day! You would be stiff too!"
{"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."}
After a conversation on how careless people were being they heard a thunderous roar and saw a large flying motorcycle coming their way.
If the motorcycle was huge it had nothing on the man riding it. He was at least twice as tall as the average man, and maybe five times as wide. He was just too big to be believable, and too wild as well. With wild tangles of wiry black hair and a black beard.
He stepped from the motorcycle and Dumbledore said "Well, Hagrid? Did you find the ruins? Did you find Harry? Where is he?"
Hagrid said "I got ta Godric's Hollow fine, but when I got t'ere Harry wasn there. Instead I found two letters, one addressed to me, and t'other ta you."
"What do you mean he wasn't there!?!?!?" exclaimed Minerva McGonagall.
" I foun the letters sittin' on the rubble," said Hagrid "One ta me an' one ta the Headmaster. Mine said the Headmaster's letter would explain thin's."
Dumbledore frowned and said, "Maybe I better see these letters Hagrid."
Hagrid reached into his coat and pulled out two envelopes. One addressed to him and the other to the Headmaster.
"There was this funny little flashin' green light on top o' them. Like whoever left 'em wanted 'em to be found." Said Hagrid.
"Really. How interesting."
As Dumbledore began to read the letters his frown deepened and then lightened a bit. "Well what do they say?" inquired McGonagall.
"It says: 'Dear professor Dumbledore: I have taken Harry so that he may grow up safe, happy, and loved. Unlike what would have happened if you had left him with the Dursleys. We don't need another Tom Riddle on our hands.
Please do not try to find us. You won't be able to. Consequently neither will any of Voldie's remaining Death Munchers. Six weeks prior to Harry's eleventh birthday I will provide the means to send Harry his Hogwarts letter, and he WILL be attending Hogwarts. Until then I will make sure that he has a good childhood and grows up to be happy, healthy, and strong. So don't worry, everything will be taken care of.
Harry's new guardian'
By the end of this Dumbledore was smiling a bit. " 'Voldie'?!?!? 'Death Munchers'?!?!? What is this person talking about? And just who is Tom Riddle!?!" By now Minerva was getting a bit flustered.
"I believe they mean Voldemort and his Death Eaters. You know Tom Marvolo Riddle under another name: Lord Voldemort" said Dumbledore. Turing to Hagrid Dumbledore asked "Did you notice anything unusual while you were there, Hagrid?"
Hagrid thought for a moment and said "Now tha' ya mention it , it kinda smelled like it does after a bad thunderstorm. And my skin kind o' tingled"
"Hmmm"said Dumbledore.
"What? What?!"
" Well those are some of the signs of some very powerful magic having taken place. The kind of magic most wizards and witches in our world don't know anything about."
"What do you mean 'don't know anything about'?" demanded Minerva.
"It's a very difficult type of magic, and very powerful. Most witches and wizards could not do more than the very most basic, weakest spells. And yet. There are people whom we would consider to be Muggles who can do some of the most powerful of this type of magic." explained Dumbledore
"What!?! Why haven't I heard about this before now?!?" exclaimed Minerva, indignant.
"Two reasons really," said Dumbledore. "One: the Ministry in its "Infinite wisdom" decided not to acknowledge that this type of magic even exists. An two; the magic users of this type decided to return the favor by ignoring the Ministry. Plus most of them see us as kind of weak for relying on our wands. They see them as a kind of crutch."
"Well, then how do you know about them?" asked Minerva.
" Because, one night I got in over my head sticking my nose into something I wasn't prepared for or equipped to handle with a Night Flyer, and one of them saved my neck, and my soul," explained Dumbledore.
"A Night Flyer?!?!?! I thought those things were just tales parents told to scare children! And why do they think we're weak for using our wands?" asked Minerva.
"Oh, Night Flyers are very real, as I discovered that night. They believe we're weak because a wand focuses and amplifies your magic for you, instead of forcing you to do it yourself. Plus, because they learn to deal with magical energy more directly, they can learn to tap outside sources of energy."
"Huh?!?!?!?"
"I'll explain later Minerva." (A/N: I know that McGonagall is a little OOC for her but she's had a very trying night)
Meanwhile, in another hemisphere a rather different scene was taking place.
A woman wearing a cloak stepped through a portal into a living room filled with people.
"Did you get him?"
"Is he alright?"
"Did you leave the note for Dumbledore Maria?"
"Where is he?"
The people surrounding the woman, Maria, asked these questions all at once.
"Yes, I got him, Sara. He's just fine, Renée. Yes I did leave the note for Dumbledore, Paul. One for Hagrid too. He's right here David." She pulls off her cloak to reveal the sling with the child. They all gathered round, looking in awe.
Maria pulled the child from the carrying sling to show the others. "He was so scared and so sad when I got there. But he seems to have made the trip just fine."
They all looked down at the infant who had defeated that monster Voldemort.
"He's sooo cute," said Renee.
"So we're sure now. We'll raise him as one of our own. Right?" said Maria.
"Right!" said all of the others.
"Paul, did you set up the investment account for him and link it to Gringotts like we discussed?"
"Yes, Maria."
"Good. Renee, did you take care of the government paperwork to make him legally ours?"
"Of course. No trouble at all. Like they would deny their precious pet ESPers in Project Cassandra anything we asked for."
"Good. Sara and David, the nursery is all set up right?" "Right, just like we planned. David even helped. A little."
"That's everything then. Welcome to the family little Harry Jonathon Post!"
A/N: this is the editied ad reposted version of chapter 1. Sigh I really need a beta reader.
Chapter 1 In the Ruins of Godric's Hollow
A figure in a long cloak that seems to one with the night itself stepped out of the shadows surrounding the ruins of Godric's Hollow. As the hood of the cloak was pulled back dark brown eyes and hair so dark it's almost black were revealed. Once the hood was down we saw that the figure was a beautiful, young woman.
She surveyed the ruins, as if looking for something or someone in particular. As she found what she was looking for, she seemed to sadden. " Oh, Harry." She said with tears in her eyes. Then a baby's cry of fear, pain, and grief could be heard in the still night. The woman rushed over to the child. As she picked it up we saw that the child had messy black hair, brilliant green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on its forehead.
The mysterious woman picked the child up and held him close. As she held him she crooned a sweet, gentle song and rocked him softly, slowly the child stopped crying and began to fall asleep. Once the child was completely asleep, the woman placed him in a sling across her front so that he was held close to her body and could hear her heartbeat.
Once she was sure the child was secure, the woman brought her hands together in front of her. They began to glow. Brighter and brighter the glow became, it seemed as if the woman was waiting for something. Finally the glow reached a certain brightness and the woman made a gesture in the air as if outlining a door. As she gestured a bight light was left behind in the path of her hands. Once her hands completed the outline it began to fill with light, there was now a glowing portal/gateway hanging there in midair.
Having finished with her task the woman reached into her cloak and pulled two envelopes. One was addressed to "Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin. First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)" the other was addressed to Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She placed the two envelopes on top a pile of rubble and set a flashing green light atop them.
As she straightened once more the child that she carried woke and began to cry. "Shh Harry. It's all right. You're safe now, and I'm going to make sure that you grow up safe, happy, and loved. Unlike what would have happened if I had left you here," crooned the cloaked woman as she moved to the portal that she had created moments earlier. As she stepped through the doorway she took one last look at the ruins of the Potters' home, straightened her shoulders, and walked forward. After she had passed through it the portal gave one last blinding flash of light and closed in on itself.
On a little street outside of a " perfectly ordinary" house inhabited by little Harry's maternal Muggle relatives, on a low wall sat a cat with markings around its eyes. The cat seemed to be waiting for something or someone.
Out of the darkness stepped a tall cloaked figure. The cloaks hood was pulled back to reveal a distinguished man with long silver hair and a long white beard. The man looked around for a moment, and then pulled a silver device from his cloak. He clicked the device, and one of the streetlights wentout. Again and again he clicked the device, twelve times in total until the street was completely dark.
"Really Minerva, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly!" he said.
The cat jumped from the wall, becoming midjump, a distinguished woman wearing robes. "Well you should try sitting on a wall all day! You would be stiff too!"
{"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."}
After a conversation on how careless people were being they heard a thunderous roar and saw a large flying motorcycle coming their way.
If the motorcycle was huge it had nothing on the man riding it. He was at least twice as tall as the average man, and maybe five times as wide. He was just too big to be believable, and too wild as well. With wild tangles of wiry black hair and a black beard.
He stepped from the motorcycle and Dumbledore said "Well, Hagrid? Did you find the ruins? Did you find Harry? Where is he?"
Hagrid said "I got ta Godric's Hollow fine, but when I got t'ere Harry wasn there. Instead I found two letters, one addressed to me, and t'other ta you."
"What do you mean he wasn't there!?!?!?" exclaimed Minerva McGonagall.
" I foun the letters sittin' on the rubble," said Hagrid "One ta me an' one ta the Headmaster. Mine said the Headmaster's letter would explain thin's."
Dumbledore frowned and said, "Maybe I better see these letters Hagrid."
Hagrid reached into his coat and pulled out two envelopes. One addressed to him and the other to the Headmaster.
"There was this funny little flashin' green light on top o' them. Like whoever left 'em wanted 'em to be found." Said Hagrid.
"Really. How interesting."
As Dumbledore began to read the letters his frown deepened and then lightened a bit. "Well what do they say?" inquired McGonagall.
"It says: 'Dear professor Dumbledore: I have taken Harry so that he may grow up safe, happy, and loved. Unlike what would have happened if you had left him with the Dursleys. We don't need another Tom Riddle on our hands.
Please do not try to find us. You won't be able to. Consequently neither will any of Voldie's remaining Death Munchers. Six weeks prior to Harry's eleventh birthday I will provide the means to send Harry his Hogwarts letter, and he WILL be attending Hogwarts. Until then I will make sure that he has a good childhood and grows up to be happy, healthy, and strong. So don't worry, everything will be taken care of.
Harry's new guardian'
By the end of this Dumbledore was smiling a bit. " 'Voldie'?!?!? 'Death Munchers'?!?!? What is this person talking about? And just who is Tom Riddle!?!" By now Minerva was getting a bit flustered.
"I believe they mean Voldemort and his Death Eaters. You know Tom Marvolo Riddle under another name: Lord Voldemort" said Dumbledore. Turing to Hagrid Dumbledore asked "Did you notice anything unusual while you were there, Hagrid?"
Hagrid thought for a moment and said "Now tha' ya mention it , it kinda smelled like it does after a bad thunderstorm. And my skin kind o' tingled"
"Hmmm"said Dumbledore.
"What? What?!"
" Well those are some of the signs of some very powerful magic having taken place. The kind of magic most wizards and witches in our world don't know anything about."
"What do you mean 'don't know anything about'?" demanded Minerva.
"It's a very difficult type of magic, and very powerful. Most witches and wizards could not do more than the very most basic, weakest spells. And yet. There are people whom we would consider to be Muggles who can do some of the most powerful of this type of magic." explained Dumbledore
"What!?! Why haven't I heard about this before now?!?" exclaimed Minerva, indignant.
"Two reasons really," said Dumbledore. "One: the Ministry in its "Infinite wisdom" decided not to acknowledge that this type of magic even exists. An two; the magic users of this type decided to return the favor by ignoring the Ministry. Plus most of them see us as kind of weak for relying on our wands. They see them as a kind of crutch."
"Well, then how do you know about them?" asked Minerva.
" Because, one night I got in over my head sticking my nose into something I wasn't prepared for or equipped to handle with a Night Flyer, and one of them saved my neck, and my soul," explained Dumbledore.
"A Night Flyer?!?!?! I thought those things were just tales parents told to scare children! And why do they think we're weak for using our wands?" asked Minerva.
"Oh, Night Flyers are very real, as I discovered that night. They believe we're weak because a wand focuses and amplifies your magic for you, instead of forcing you to do it yourself. Plus, because they learn to deal with magical energy more directly, they can learn to tap outside sources of energy."
"Huh?!?!?!?"
"I'll explain later Minerva." (A/N: I know that McGonagall is a little OOC for her but she's had a very trying night)
Meanwhile, in another hemisphere a rather different scene was taking place.
A woman wearing a cloak stepped through a portal into a living room filled with people.
"Did you get him?"
"Is he alright?"
"Did you leave the note for Dumbledore Maria?"
"Where is he?"
The people surrounding the woman, Maria, asked these questions all at once.
"Yes, I got him, Sara. He's just fine, Renée. Yes I did leave the note for Dumbledore, Paul. One for Hagrid too. He's right here David." She pulls off her cloak to reveal the sling with the child. They all gathered round, looking in awe.
Maria pulled the child from the carrying sling to show the others. "He was so scared and so sad when I got there. But he seems to have made the trip just fine."
They all looked down at the infant who had defeated that monster Voldemort.
"He's sooo cute," said Renee.
"So we're sure now. We'll raise him as one of our own. Right?" said Maria.
"Right!" said all of the others.
"Paul, did you set up the investment account for him and link it to Gringotts like we discussed?"
"Yes, Maria."
"Good. Renee, did you take care of the government paperwork to make him legally ours?"
"Of course. No trouble at all. Like they would deny their precious pet ESPers in Project Cassandra anything we asked for."
"Good. Sara and David, the nursery is all set up right?" "Right, just like we planned. David even helped. A little."
"That's everything then. Welcome to the family little Harry Jonathon Post!"
A/N: this is the editied ad reposted version of chapter 1. Sigh I really need a beta reader.