Year 5: War with Voldemort

Chapter 4 What!?

.I would like to welcome you to a new year at Hogwarts and would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forrest is off limits to everyone, except our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, our very own.

"Our very own Harry Potter. As for your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I'm not supposed to tell." The great hall was abuzz with chatter, and quite a few times the students turned around to look at him. At the end of the meal, he led the first years up to the tower giving the password, which happened to be, for the year, Tom Riddle. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione hated the password, but Harry thought it perfectly suit the year.

As the upper grades filtered in to the common room, various housemates congratulated Harry on becoming the C.o.M.C. teacher. The last to come back to the tower were Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and some girl that Ron insisted was in their house even though she had never been there before. Fred and George went off saying something about their last year and explosions. Hermione, Ron, and the girl whom happened to be called Amber came over to congratulate him on the C.o.M.C. position. Ron and Hermione along with Amber were very curious as to why he had the position, and not Hagrid (wondered by Ron and Hermione.) Harry gave them a mischievous smirk and told them to wait until their first class. He changed subject and introduced himself to Amber. The three asked her all sorts of questions, ranging from 'what school did you go to,' to 'do you remember your mother?' They found out that she lived with her muggle father in America, had gone to Salem Academy, and her mother disappeared /died when she was very young. She loves birds, and owns a great red hawk, her mother was French, and was going to go to Bueaxbatons, but she didn't speak French.

They went to sleep in their respectable dormitories. The next morning Harry wasn't there, but instead was seated at the head table next to the edge of the platform. He was eating a little, but basically concentrating on a piece of paper. When the hall was full, Dumbledore announced,

"Students and faculty of Hogwarts. I am about to tell you of great news. Three days ago, an infant, also known as Alia Emily Isabelle Granger defeated Lord Voldemort, known in his school days as Tom Morvolo Riddle. He."

"Is not dead yet my mentor." Harry slurred.

Snape got up and stalked to where Harry sat. He yanked him up by the collar of his robes, he hissed into his face, "Do you dare to defy the word of the headmaster, Potter?"

"Oh yessss; dear Ssseverusss. You think that I am that weak, pathetic, fool Potter! You do sssee yourself living, and Potter too? One quesstion for you, do you dare to defy your .Shut up! .Stay back there you fool!" Harry/ Voldemort punches himself in the nose, and it starts to bleed. Harry roars in pain. "Oh and Albussss; lovely choice for the Gryffindor password. I thought you could sssink no lower being the. Stay out of my head Voldemort!" Harry/ Voldemort grabs his head and smashes it into the table. A loud crack reverberates around the Great Hall. "Fool! You cannot defeat me you'll kill yourself before you accomplish anything. So be.it," Harry pants.

"Ad Liberus Incantatum!" Dumbledore shouted at Harry who was about to . Harry was thus thrown against the far wall, and Snape fell, sliding across the raised platform to the back wall clutching his collar. He was fumbling with the top buttons, clutching his left shoulder blade. A drunken murderous look was on his face as he passed out.

"You have just seen the anger of Lord Voldemort, it appears that he is getting stronger. Harry Potter is not safe any more. New restrictions: Nobody is to leave the castle except for classes. And absolutely nobody except for myself and Professor McGonagall and the ghosts are allowed into the Forbidden Forrest. All students must be in their common rooms by eight thirty in the evening, or twenty thirty. Care of Magical Creatures and Potions classes will be canceled for today. You may go now." The students were now scared. Their C.o.M.C. and Potions teachers lay unconscious, and in their way to get out of the Great Hall. The last student was grabbed by Harry Potter and was asked to help him up. The student happened to be a seventh year Slytherin by the name of Carson McCoy. He grudgingly helped Harry up, but left immediately after. Harry stood there dizzied by the hit to the head, but tried to make his way to the Infirmary. One glance at the stairs made him dizzied again, but he pushed on. Twenty-five meters away from the Infirmary door, Harry started to slip in and out of consciousness. He leaned against the wall for support, but it was no use, his legs couldn't hold him up. He dropped to his hands and knees, his head bent down, gasping for air. He weakly raised head and saw a person, knives protruding from every possible place on the human body. This person walked towards Harry ever closer, but he couldn't move away from the horrific apparition. It picked him up and carried him somewhere, but he couldn't tell because he had fallen unconscious.

How much later it was, Harry couldn't tell, but he woke up in the Infirmary. A young woman in her late twenties was seated beside him. Her eyes were red and puffy, obviously she had been crying. He sat up; she jumped and gave a little squeak of surprise. Madame Pomphrey came over and started to unwrap a bandage around his head, and check his pulse, and his throat, which was abnormally dry. She then declared him fit to leave, and shooed him out of the Infirmary along with the young woman. She had bluish black hair, and fiery reddish orange eyes. She shook his hand and ruffled his hair, but didn't say anything. Harry headed up to Gryffindor tower where Ginny, Amber, Hermione, and Ron were waiting. Ginny greeted him with a firm and loving hug along with a peck on the cheek. Hermione greeted him with a friendly hug, Amber, the same. Ron punched his arm in a friendly way. They were all talking about the Defense teacher, who happened to be the person he met, named Professor von Carlisle.

Harry had a ton of work to make up, so he did it strait away to not procrastinate. He finished three days work in two and one half hours. Then he started a lesson plan. Harry planned enough magical creatures for the rest of the year. The only problem was obtaining them. He went directly to the Headmaster's office.

"Professor Dumbledore? I have a question or a favor to ask of you." Dumbledore acknowledged Harry, and signaled for him to continue. "For the classes I will require these creatures." He hands Dumbledore the list he created. "I know where to obtain them, the only problem is how since I am not allowed into the Forrest. So my question is will you or Professor McGonagall go get them, or let me, accompanied with a ghost, to retrieve these creatures?"

"I see it that I have no other option except to let you and a ghost of your choice go into the Forrest and retrieve them. Just remember that you still have work to finish for your other classes," Dumbledore called after Harry.

"Already finished; Hermione's handing them in for me," Harry shouted up the stairs. Dumbledore shook his head and laughed at the over-ambitious boy. As he headed back to his work, a letter appeared in his hands addressed to Gabriel von Tortelenis.

It read: Greetings and a gracious good morning, afternoon, or evening! Albus, you have exactly ten minutes until you die. Just kidding! Instead, you have 48 hours to bring Harry Potter to me otherwise your beloved Princess Niccolette, or as she prefers to be called, Annabelle DePauw. Oh yes, and I do know that you happen to not be Albus Dumbledore, but Gabriel von Tortelenis. You are probably wondering how I figured out how I found out, no?

I just went back to the scene of the crime, back to Castle Domeacarbe (A/N: It is pronounced: Dome ah car bay). Upon my arrival there I found the remains of what had happened there ten years before. Bloodied shields and swords, flags lying here and there, and skeletons, skeletons lying everywhere. The last before the king and queen's was an old man's, not a young boy's. And still nobody knows how the royal princess escaped, or how 'Dumbledore' escaped.

Yet I know the truth, the young village boy with the heartache for the princess took her by the hand, and led her away from there. The next year, they had a child that was wanted, but the child is shrouded in mystery. This mystery child was killed by lord Voldemort, while it's parents broke apart and went their separate ways. I seek this child's body, and the powerful parents who created it.

So Gabriel, come or see your precious' death, and after that the world will deteriorate, leaving me being the sole survivor of this mass chaos. Please come; the well being of the world rests in your hands.

Leonadus Richolechi, the starter of the war at Domeacarbe

Dumbledore dropped the letter, and ran out of the room.

Meanwhile. Harry went to the first ghost he found. That just happened to be Myrtle. Together they went into the forest to gather the first creature on the list. Deep in the middle of the forest was where they found it. A magnificent red and orange griffin (half lion, half eagle) stood in a small clearing next to a brown and green skybix (part bunny, part cat, part owl, and part Quetzalcoatl), (Quetzalcoatl, not just a legend, but a winged serpent.) These happened to be the first magical creatures on his schedule for the year. Harry quickly bound and carried/ dragged the two creatures to Hagrid's hut. All that remained of the original furniture was the fireplace and bed, the rest looked totally different. It was lined from floor to ceiling with magically formed cages, some large, and some small. He put the griffin in one of the large cages, and the skybix in a smaller cage. Harry then undid the bindings and gave each various meats (both are carnivores.) He meandered up to the castle talking animatedly to Myrtle.

As Harry came upon the threshold of Hogwarts, a young man attacked him. Harry immediately sent Myrtle to the Headmaster's, but she couldn't find him. So he sent her to Gryffindor tower. There she announced,

"Listen up people! That's better, now Harry has been taken away by a crazed lunatic inside this very castle."

"What does he look like?" "Who is he?" "Where did he take Harry?"

"How should I know this? All I saw were his black robes and shoulder length reddish brown hair, oh yes and the shoulder with a dagger sticking out of it. Like I said before, how should I know anything about this man?"

"Thanks Myrtle." Hermione and Ron ran out of the common room. Myrtle chose to follow them, but left as they neared their destination. They ran down the stairs, through the halls, and down into the dungeons. There in the middle of a dead-end hall, stood the man. Snape and Harry were cornering him against the wall, carefully, and well aimed, Hermione cast the stupefy spell. The guy collapsed, bringing the attention of Harry and Snape to them. Harry turned around and a sword appeared in his hands. He turned it, tip down, and leaned on it, using it as a cane almost. He then stood up strait, grasped the sword by the tip, and chucked it at the man lying unconscious. It hit the already existing dagger, knocking it out, and waking the man up. He cursed fluidly, making even Snape stare in shock at him. The man ran to Harry and shouted/ cried,

"You, you do realize what you are doing, don't you? You're killing my precious wife and our infant son. You are also letting the most notorious serial killer loose. If there is to be any hope for the wizarding race, then Harry Potter, you must come with me to Leonadus Richolechi. He can set everything right again." He looked up into the confused face of Severus Snape. The very insane and confused man screamed and started clawing at the wall in an attempt to get away. Harry walked over to him and gave him a mild drought of the living death, and then got up.

He then briskly walked over to Hermione and Ron and told them to go back to the tower, or he would take points from Gryffindor. Obviously Harry was very angry/ upset. Snape, contradictory to what Harry had requested, called Hermione back to them. Ron stopped where he was and waited while Hermione headed back to Snape. They talked for three minutes before Snape gave Hermione a vial of something, which she downed immediately. In the next minute she was clutching her stomach with one hand, and holding onto Snape's shoulder with the other. He scooped her up and headed down to the classroom. Harry followed suit, but carrying the unconscious man; Ron hesitantly followed.

When they reached the classroom, Harry dropped the man in a desk and sat across from him. Ron sat in the back, in the shadows. Snape on the other hand, continued on into his potions stores, pausing only to set Hermione on a desk. A few minutes later he came back into the room with an armful of potions ingredients. He immediately set to work, concocting a potion. When he finished, it was bright pink in color. Snape poured it into two separate glasses. The first one he gave to Harry, who gave it to the unconscious man, and gave the second to Hermione. As she woke up, she threw up. (I won't go into the detail of what coluors it was; although they were really quite awful.) The man freaked out, screaming, crying, and carrying on. Snape shooed Hermione and Ron out of the dungeons, telling them to go get Professors McGonagall and Sprout. They ran out of the room to get away from the pitiful noises made by this desperate man.

"Professor Snape, the veritaserum please." Snape handed Harry Potter an empty looking vial, which he then poured into the man's throat. The unnamed guy settled down and was slouched against the wall. His head was tilted to the side with his tongue hanging out slightly resembling a dog. That's how the questions started.

Harry started with the most common question,

"What is your name?" The guy replied in a drunken, yet clear manner,

"Gabriel Alexander von Tortelenis." Both Snape and Harry gasped. Gabriel was supposed to be dead as of ten years ago. Harry then started muttering to himself,

"So you're von Tortelenis. (Yes) And you're alive. (Yes) Yet you're supposed to be dead. (Yes) Where are Professors McGonagall and Sprout?" Right on cue, the two professors entered the classroom. "Thank god you two are here! Okay so we have Gabriel von Tortelenis sitting before us.(Yes) you know what? (No) Just be quiet! (Okay) Thank you. (Your welcome) Arrgh! Snape That's Professor Snape to you Potter whatever! Anyway are you sure you made this potion correctly?"

"Yes Potter, I am very sure that it was brewed correctly!"

"Just asking. Okay.

H: You are? G: Gabriel Alexander von Tortelenis. H: Your wife's name is? G: Princess Niccolette Illadia LosAngalos. H: Your infant son's name? G: Severus Americanis Demonian von Tortelenis. H: What did you change his name to? G: Severus James Greyconia Snape. H: You are from? G: The isle of Domeacarbe. H: Thank you. G: You're welcome.

Snape had fainted; McGonagall looked like she would faint anytime soon, and Sprout was staring in horror at both Harry and Gabriel. She suddenly exclaimed,

"How did you know that he had a wife and an infant son?"

"He said that I was killing them by not letting him kidnap me and take me to Leonadus Richolechi. Harry then thought of another question.

"Who have you been posing as for the past ten years?"

"Albus Dumbledore, my stepfather." Harry grinned while Gabriel said that.

"How is he your stepfather?"

"Technically, he isn't. But he almost was. (Explain) My father ran away when he found out that he had made my mother pregnant with me. My mother then felt that it was her mission to find a father for me after I had been constantly asking where mine was; I was about ten at the time. Finally, seven and one half years later, she found somebody she would have been happy with. Three years later, he proposed. They were to get married at the beginning of the following summer; it was late fall when he proposed. The battle/ war, what ever you call it started nearly a month before the wedding. It ended one week before the set date."

"How did you and the princess escape the war, and what other details do you remember from it?" Harry was solving this huge puzzle one question at a time, except why how and why ten years had equaled thirty-seven.

"The war horn sounded at quarter to three in the afternoon on Thursday, April twenty ninth. On the horizon a fleet of dragons and wizards on broomsticks was drawing ever closer. Our population of phoenixes and unicorns were dying; someone had poisoned their supply of food. The commoners were easily bent to their will, and turned on us. Just the royals and the army were left. We were blockaded inside the castle. King Germanous decreed that all inside were not to leave unless they wished to be killed.

"The first week was uneventful. We received word from one of the sane peasants that they were being killed a family at a time for each day with no bloodshed; I decided to keep track of all those being killed. By the time our men started going insane, the second week, the list had nearly reached a half thousand. The last week of the war was the worst. My mother was killed along with the king. Few remained in the last day of the war. It was just Dumbledore, the Queen, the princess, a noble, and I; Jacobson I think his name was. The last hour was the worst because the one dragon and two families left were insane. They destroyed the castle, and the enemy, which consisted of twelve well cared for mercenaries, barged in.

"Jacobson killed the dragon, but unfortunately, it killed him. The mercenaries beheaded the queen. My soon to be stepfather stood on the stairs leading to where Niccolette and I huddled scared for our lives. We heard shouts, and screams; then a brilliant white light and a phoenix song. Next thing we know it, we're sitting on a beautiful white-sanded beach, the castle lying behind us in ruins. A man came running out of the ocean towards us. He kept going on and on about how we ended the war. He introduced himself as Leonadus Richolechi, and told us that if there were anything he could do, ever for us, he would be glad. Then he collapsed, we thought him to be dead. So back to the battlefield we headed to find any survivors, but found none. Tired from such little sleep and exhaustion, we fell asleep in the middle of our island home. The next day we started life over again in France. In the beginning of the next year, Niccolette gave birth to a boy, but as soon as that happened, we found out that Lord Voldemort wanted him. You see he thought that our child was of Dumbledore and the queen, but instead was of the princess and I. That's why I hate gossip, it's never correct. I gave us both very good disguises and for our son, I aged him up a bit, and changed his hair, eye, and skin color. We went our separate ways, and I transferred my memories of school, and healing potions to him."

Harry shifted his attention to Snape who was just coming around. He went over to the confused man, saying,

"Hello Severus Americanis Demonian von Tortelenis. I trust that you know who you really are."

A/N: Okay! So ponder that for the next few weeks, I need some more ideas. My muse *glares at muse* took a nice vacation for the last few paragraphs of this story. I hope you liked this chapter, and please review. I really like the reviews. Thank you: Angles Reflection: Thank you so much, I hope you know what that review means to me!

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