Hi everybody!! Sorry it took so long to get this out. Thank you to everyone
who responded and encouraged me to post. Also.some expressed some confusion
over the whole time travel explanation. It is not imperative to understand
in order to follow the story. You just have to be willing to accept that
Harry is now ten years in the future and that Voldemort is back even though
for this story the events in the fourth book haven't happened.
I also want to give a huge thank you to Corgi for beta reading this for me. She was kind enough to offer some help until Saavik comes back.
.................................. "Harry, let me back up a little so that you may understand." Dumbledore began as he brushed away a few stray tears staining Harry's cheek. "There are two types of magical people. There are the ordinary witches and wizards that you are aware of and then there are sorcerers. Sorcerers are rare and more powerful then witches and wizards. Not only are they more powerful but they also are somewhat immortal. I don't mean that they cannot die but that it is very difficult and until they are killed a second time they will continue to live. The only known ways for sorcerers to die is by the hand of another more powerful sorcerer or if one comes into power at too young of an age, their bodies are usually incapable of handling the power and it overwhelms their young bodies which in turn destroys them."
Harry listened to the older wizard but was still confused. "I still don't understand what you mean by first and second deaths. And what do you mean, when they come into their power? Aren't they born with it?"
Professor Snape could hold his tongue no longer. "Well if you would just be quiet long enough to let the Headmaster finish, you just might understand."
"Now Severus, do calm yourself, if I remember correctly when we had this conversation five years ago, you had already interrupted me three times by this point." Albus scolded with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"Now where was I?" Dumbledore asked while stroking his long white beard. "Ah, yes. I remember now. Before a sorcerer comes into their power they are just like an ordinary witch or wizard. After they are "killed" they come into their power which revives their bodies. It is like being reborn again, and once they are reborn they are officially a sorcerer. It does not matter how old the person is when they experience their first death, no matter what age they are, they will come into their power. Once the sorcerer comes into their power, their bodies remain at the age it was at the time of the first death. Some come into power too young and it destroys them. But this is actually a good thing. Imagine a wizard who has their first death at two months old and is forced to live hundreds of years as an infant."
Dumbledore watched the young boy in his arms to gauge how he was handling the information so far. He was also a little concerned about the boy's age. Would his body be able to cope with the power now surging through it or would it destroy him? He prayed with all of his might that this child would be strong enough to survive. As he searched the boy's face he noticed the dark circles under Harry's eyes and the obvious exhaustion and decided to put an end to the discussion tonight. "Now, it is very late and you are tired. I think it would be best if we all got some rest and continued this discussion tomorrow after the end of the year feast." He stated as he stood up and set the boy back down to stand on his own two feet.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. There was no way he could go to sleep right now. He has way too many questions that still needed to be answered. "No! I don't want to go to bed. I still have questions that need to be answered." He shouted at the two older wizards. His eyes went wide when he realized who he had just spoken to in such a heated manner. "I.I'm s..s..sorry sir. I didn't mean.." He stammered while backing slowly away in fright.
"Of all the cheek, you dare to speak to the headmaster that way!" Snape snarled while angrily striding towards the boy. Just as he reached out to grab the child's arm, Harry flinches and throws his hands up to cover his face.
Harry, in his exhausted state, lost track of who he was speaking to and reacted on instinct. "I'm sorry Uncle Vernon. Please don't! I will be good." When he didn't feel the expected blow, he looked up and found Professor Snape frozen in shock before him. Harry sank down into his chair and buried his face into his hands in humiliation. He couldn't believe after all these years of successfully hiding the fact that his muggle family abused him, he accidentally reveals it to his most hated teacher.
Professor Snape was shocked by the child's behavior and even more so when he realized the implications behind the actions. He couldn't believe how he had so wrongly misjudged this boy. Over the last three years had had assumed that the boy was just like his father. He thought that as the boy who lived he must have been fawned over at home and completely spoiled. Snape had so much hatred for the father that he was blind to the evidence that Harry was just a frightened abused boy trying to live up to the standards the wizarding world held him in. All of them had lost sight of the fact that Harry was just a child.
Snape felt most of his hatred and anger melt away. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't sure what he thought about the boy anymore. Harry was usually cheeky and defiant. He treated rules as if they didn't pertain to him and had a knack for jumping blindly into danger. But on the whole, he was not the horrible child he always thought him to be. He would have to spend some time alone at another time and contemplate what to do with these new revelations. But at the time being he had to concentrate on getting the boy to bed.
With gentleness most would think him incapable of, Snape slowly picked the boy up and held onto him. "Headmaster, I will take the boy down to the dungeons with me. It wouldn't do, to have anyone see him and figure out whom he is before we decide what to tell everyone." With that said he slowly made his way to the door and turned back to his mentor. "Albus, I will make sure he eats and gets some sleep. Don't worry, he is a strong boy. He will be just fine." And then he slipped out of the office.
They had made it all the way down into the dungeons and through the portrait to Snape's private chambers before Harry regained his senses. "Where are we?" He asked in a tired small voice.
"We are in my chambers where you will eat and then go to bed." Snape replied as he set the boy in a chair in front of a table. With a snap of his fingers, a small house elf popped into the room. "Peppy, please bring a sandwich and some pumpkin juice."
"Can Peppy be getting Master Severus anything else?" The elf squeaked as she bounced up and down.
"No, that will be all." Snape replied waving the house elf off to go get the requested food. Within in seconds Peppy was back and quietly set the plate and goblet in front of Harry and then disappeared once again.
"I'm not hungry." Harry mumbled while looking down at his hands. He was so tired and confused that food was the last thing he felt he needed at the moment. All he wanted was to go back up to the headmaster's office and get the rest of his answers.
"I did not ask if you were hungry. I told the headmaster you would eat and eat you shall. You have had quite a shock today and your body needs the nourishment. Now eat!" Snape commanded.
Harry just stubbornly shook his head no. "I am not hungry" he growled.
"You will either eat the sandwich willingly or I will plug your nose and force feed you, but either way you will eat!" Snape said in a calm silky voice.
Harry's head shot up in shock, and he searched his professor's face. Seeing the calm resolve in the black obsidian eyes, he picked up his sandwich and started eating. After the first few bites, he realized just how hungry he was and polished the first one off in a matter of seconds and started on a second. After washing the second sandwich down with the rest of the pumpkin juice he looked up to find Snape watching him in amusement.
"Hungrier than you thought were you?" Snape asked while trying to prevent the smile he could feel trying to tug at the corners of his mouth. "Well, now that you are finished eating, off to bed with you." He said as he transfigured the couch into a comfortable looking bed.
Not wanting to test the older wizard's patience anymore tonight, Harry quickly got up and made his way over the bed and took off his robe. Now dressed only in his oversized muggle shirt and pants that he had gotten from Dudley, he quickly crawled under Snape's arm that was holding the covers back and lay down.
"Sir," Harry started hesitantly. "I am not trying to be defiant, but I honestly don't think I could sleep. I have too much going on in my mind right now. I have so many questions and I am so confused."
Snape looked down into watery green eyes and realized that Harry was trying with all his might to remain strong and not cry in front of him. He realized that the boy was telling the truth and was honestly not trying to be argumentative. With a sigh he got up and went over to a shelf that contained different color and shaped potion bottles. He quickly grabbed one and came back to the boy's side. "I believe you child. I want you to drink this. It should help." And with that said he handed the boy a small bottle filled with a deep blue liquid.
Harry eyed the bottle skeptically, trying to decide if he should trust the potion master.
"Of for the love of ." Snape began in exasperation. "I am not trying to poison you, you silly child. Now drink."
Harry looked at the bottle a few more seconds and then tipped it up to his mouth and drank. The blue liquid burned as it made its way down his throat and left a pleasant warm feeling in his stomach. He then remembered the lesson they had at the beginning of his second year and knew that he had just drank a harmless sleeping draught. With a slight smile upon his lips he quickly dropped off into sleep.
I also want to give a huge thank you to Corgi for beta reading this for me. She was kind enough to offer some help until Saavik comes back.
.................................. "Harry, let me back up a little so that you may understand." Dumbledore began as he brushed away a few stray tears staining Harry's cheek. "There are two types of magical people. There are the ordinary witches and wizards that you are aware of and then there are sorcerers. Sorcerers are rare and more powerful then witches and wizards. Not only are they more powerful but they also are somewhat immortal. I don't mean that they cannot die but that it is very difficult and until they are killed a second time they will continue to live. The only known ways for sorcerers to die is by the hand of another more powerful sorcerer or if one comes into power at too young of an age, their bodies are usually incapable of handling the power and it overwhelms their young bodies which in turn destroys them."
Harry listened to the older wizard but was still confused. "I still don't understand what you mean by first and second deaths. And what do you mean, when they come into their power? Aren't they born with it?"
Professor Snape could hold his tongue no longer. "Well if you would just be quiet long enough to let the Headmaster finish, you just might understand."
"Now Severus, do calm yourself, if I remember correctly when we had this conversation five years ago, you had already interrupted me three times by this point." Albus scolded with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"Now where was I?" Dumbledore asked while stroking his long white beard. "Ah, yes. I remember now. Before a sorcerer comes into their power they are just like an ordinary witch or wizard. After they are "killed" they come into their power which revives their bodies. It is like being reborn again, and once they are reborn they are officially a sorcerer. It does not matter how old the person is when they experience their first death, no matter what age they are, they will come into their power. Once the sorcerer comes into their power, their bodies remain at the age it was at the time of the first death. Some come into power too young and it destroys them. But this is actually a good thing. Imagine a wizard who has their first death at two months old and is forced to live hundreds of years as an infant."
Dumbledore watched the young boy in his arms to gauge how he was handling the information so far. He was also a little concerned about the boy's age. Would his body be able to cope with the power now surging through it or would it destroy him? He prayed with all of his might that this child would be strong enough to survive. As he searched the boy's face he noticed the dark circles under Harry's eyes and the obvious exhaustion and decided to put an end to the discussion tonight. "Now, it is very late and you are tired. I think it would be best if we all got some rest and continued this discussion tomorrow after the end of the year feast." He stated as he stood up and set the boy back down to stand on his own two feet.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. There was no way he could go to sleep right now. He has way too many questions that still needed to be answered. "No! I don't want to go to bed. I still have questions that need to be answered." He shouted at the two older wizards. His eyes went wide when he realized who he had just spoken to in such a heated manner. "I.I'm s..s..sorry sir. I didn't mean.." He stammered while backing slowly away in fright.
"Of all the cheek, you dare to speak to the headmaster that way!" Snape snarled while angrily striding towards the boy. Just as he reached out to grab the child's arm, Harry flinches and throws his hands up to cover his face.
Harry, in his exhausted state, lost track of who he was speaking to and reacted on instinct. "I'm sorry Uncle Vernon. Please don't! I will be good." When he didn't feel the expected blow, he looked up and found Professor Snape frozen in shock before him. Harry sank down into his chair and buried his face into his hands in humiliation. He couldn't believe after all these years of successfully hiding the fact that his muggle family abused him, he accidentally reveals it to his most hated teacher.
Professor Snape was shocked by the child's behavior and even more so when he realized the implications behind the actions. He couldn't believe how he had so wrongly misjudged this boy. Over the last three years had had assumed that the boy was just like his father. He thought that as the boy who lived he must have been fawned over at home and completely spoiled. Snape had so much hatred for the father that he was blind to the evidence that Harry was just a frightened abused boy trying to live up to the standards the wizarding world held him in. All of them had lost sight of the fact that Harry was just a child.
Snape felt most of his hatred and anger melt away. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't sure what he thought about the boy anymore. Harry was usually cheeky and defiant. He treated rules as if they didn't pertain to him and had a knack for jumping blindly into danger. But on the whole, he was not the horrible child he always thought him to be. He would have to spend some time alone at another time and contemplate what to do with these new revelations. But at the time being he had to concentrate on getting the boy to bed.
With gentleness most would think him incapable of, Snape slowly picked the boy up and held onto him. "Headmaster, I will take the boy down to the dungeons with me. It wouldn't do, to have anyone see him and figure out whom he is before we decide what to tell everyone." With that said he slowly made his way to the door and turned back to his mentor. "Albus, I will make sure he eats and gets some sleep. Don't worry, he is a strong boy. He will be just fine." And then he slipped out of the office.
They had made it all the way down into the dungeons and through the portrait to Snape's private chambers before Harry regained his senses. "Where are we?" He asked in a tired small voice.
"We are in my chambers where you will eat and then go to bed." Snape replied as he set the boy in a chair in front of a table. With a snap of his fingers, a small house elf popped into the room. "Peppy, please bring a sandwich and some pumpkin juice."
"Can Peppy be getting Master Severus anything else?" The elf squeaked as she bounced up and down.
"No, that will be all." Snape replied waving the house elf off to go get the requested food. Within in seconds Peppy was back and quietly set the plate and goblet in front of Harry and then disappeared once again.
"I'm not hungry." Harry mumbled while looking down at his hands. He was so tired and confused that food was the last thing he felt he needed at the moment. All he wanted was to go back up to the headmaster's office and get the rest of his answers.
"I did not ask if you were hungry. I told the headmaster you would eat and eat you shall. You have had quite a shock today and your body needs the nourishment. Now eat!" Snape commanded.
Harry just stubbornly shook his head no. "I am not hungry" he growled.
"You will either eat the sandwich willingly or I will plug your nose and force feed you, but either way you will eat!" Snape said in a calm silky voice.
Harry's head shot up in shock, and he searched his professor's face. Seeing the calm resolve in the black obsidian eyes, he picked up his sandwich and started eating. After the first few bites, he realized just how hungry he was and polished the first one off in a matter of seconds and started on a second. After washing the second sandwich down with the rest of the pumpkin juice he looked up to find Snape watching him in amusement.
"Hungrier than you thought were you?" Snape asked while trying to prevent the smile he could feel trying to tug at the corners of his mouth. "Well, now that you are finished eating, off to bed with you." He said as he transfigured the couch into a comfortable looking bed.
Not wanting to test the older wizard's patience anymore tonight, Harry quickly got up and made his way over the bed and took off his robe. Now dressed only in his oversized muggle shirt and pants that he had gotten from Dudley, he quickly crawled under Snape's arm that was holding the covers back and lay down.
"Sir," Harry started hesitantly. "I am not trying to be defiant, but I honestly don't think I could sleep. I have too much going on in my mind right now. I have so many questions and I am so confused."
Snape looked down into watery green eyes and realized that Harry was trying with all his might to remain strong and not cry in front of him. He realized that the boy was telling the truth and was honestly not trying to be argumentative. With a sigh he got up and went over to a shelf that contained different color and shaped potion bottles. He quickly grabbed one and came back to the boy's side. "I believe you child. I want you to drink this. It should help." And with that said he handed the boy a small bottle filled with a deep blue liquid.
Harry eyed the bottle skeptically, trying to decide if he should trust the potion master.
"Of for the love of ." Snape began in exasperation. "I am not trying to poison you, you silly child. Now drink."
Harry looked at the bottle a few more seconds and then tipped it up to his mouth and drank. The blue liquid burned as it made its way down his throat and left a pleasant warm feeling in his stomach. He then remembered the lesson they had at the beginning of his second year and knew that he had just drank a harmless sleeping draught. With a slight smile upon his lips he quickly dropped off into sleep.
