Realisation
Em
Disclaimer:
I am not the owner of any of the characters or any of the places. As many fanfic authors say, I am just taking them all for a spin. The characters and their personalities were made up by the renowned JKR. Whom I'm sure you're all familiar with.
Authors note:
I'm so sorry this took so long! I'll try to get them out longer and faster, but I just don't seem to have the time. Hopefully I will get another one out soon while I'm in the swing of things. I think I should dedicate this chapter to RJLL, because without their reminding there wouldn't be a sixth chapter and of course Chuckles. Now for the thanx:
AJake…Thankyou. I'm flattered.
Hippy flower…Here's the more.
Lady foxfire…how could I not dedicate a chapter to one of my most loyal reviewers?
Tidmag…I'm glad you liked it. Yes, there id method to my madness.
RJLL..thankyou for you persistence.
Laura…thankyou.
Aeren…thankyou. I'm glad you think so highly of my talents. I know its fallen short this time, but its 12:30 and I had to write it when I got back from a bad shift…I've worked all weekend!!!
Nell…thankyou.
Nicky…I'm glad my talents could provoke such emotion. That's really made my day.
Kelly…Thankyou and here it is. Sorry for the wait.
Shichan Goddess…Your review is one of my favourites, I like to know which parts people liked the best. Thankyou and I hope this one lives up to your expectations.
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Jona…Thankyou.
Black Dreamz…Why I named the story realisation? Several reasons. One…people realise what Harrys childhood was like. People realise that he's not just the boy who lived. A few of the charactors begin to realise that there is more to them and others…kind of like a discovery thing. And last but by no means least that Harry not only realises that people care (among a few others that I shant disclose) but that later on when he's normal Harry he realises that everyone isn't exactly as he thought them to be. That's basically it…in this chapter I've linked a bit in with the title. Thankyou.
Erin…It does make sense…thankyou.
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Arcee…Thankyou…and yes I'm playing on the bit that leaving Harry with the Durselys was albus's worst mistake ever!
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As the bright morning sun rose cheerfully into the sky, Foo-foo stretched lazily and made a noise of contentment. Harry, the little boy beside her smiled, but his face was etched with worry. He didn't want to be with that horrible woman, he wanted to be with Minerva. Of course Harry wasn't one to dwell and decided that he'd make the most of it, perhaps he'd be allowed Ignatius and Foo-foo jr with him. He too stretched and after smoothing down the cats fur down, he got off the bed and headed to the toilet where he bathed himself from the water in the sink and got ready for the day.
Breakfast was much more enjoyable that day for the small boy, he still sat under the table where Minerva's feet were (the cat had wondered off), but he didn't feel quite so intimidated. People kept giving him big, enthusiastic smiles and this was new for him, yet strangely wonderful. He began smiling back and waving to the people he recognised from Twister. The more breakfast progressed the happier Harry got, but it was only a few people that noticed what a big thing this was. Albus, being one of those people, had worried that Harry had digressed, but it seemed as if the hearty hug McGonnagall gave the boy upon seeing him, made everything all right again. This was realised with much relief. Of course Professor Sibyl Trelawney was looking after him next and although Albus believed that a lot of good could be a result of this, he was defiantly very apprehensive.
A host of owls flew into the hall, momentarily making Harry curl into a ball and with one hand clutch the hem of Minerva's cloak. Of course the woman in question was upset about how the child was, but she couldn't suppress a smile that he had chosen her. A few minutes later all the owls had left save one, a snowy white one that was perched in front of Harry. The boy slowly opened his eyes, thinking the coast was clear only to be greeted with round, bright yellow eyes that were unusually emotive. He gasped and tried to run, but only succeeded in bumping into someone's legs. Resigned to his fate he stood up proud and defiantly.
"Do your worst, get it over with." He whispered so quietly that very few knew he'd said a thing and even fewer could make out what was spoken. The owl merely cocked its head to the side in a manner that meant it was confused and trying to understand and then lifted its leg up to bring to attention a letter attached to it. Bravely, the five year old untied the letter and mumbled thank you. As the white bird flew into oblivion, Harry decided that he liked it. "Hedwig." He mumbled, naming the bird and not realising the significance of what he'd said. "Hedwig." He repeated this time louder, but only the headmaster caught his words in amongst the chitchat of the students in the hall.
The old, melodramatic woman known to some as Professor Trelawney but to most as ' the mad bat', walked swiftly along with a very small black haired boy in tow. They reached the tower in record time and ascended the ladder that went to the room above. As Harry poked his head through the trapdoor the first thing that greeted him was the air. A mass of warm scents, mingling together to create a heady concoction probably to seduce visions. Incense sticks, all burning, littered the room. Several large fires roared happily. A few very high and rather small windows were dotted about; all closed and most covered with either a blind or thick curtain. Near the fires very comfortable seats were arranged. All of them were over stuffed and mismatched. Cushions of all shapes of sizes littered the room, from being arranged on sofas, the floor or wooden shelves. China tea cups some matching a couple but most the only survivors of a tea set all dropped, smashed and broken. The cups were of all shapes and sizes and generally had a floral pattern on them. Of course where there are cups there are saucers, but a lot of the cups didn't match the saucers, add that to the jumbled mass of furniture you get a very confusing room. It was defiantly a change from the previous classroom Harry had been in, he could imagine Minerva having some kind of nervous breakdown if she were to enter.
The floor was wooden, but could only be seen through a few gaps of the numerous rugs all different and overlapping. All in disarray and never any in some kind of sequence or orderly pattern. Candles, hundreds of candles served to give light where the fire couldn't reach. Each one creating ominous shadows, they seemed to be carefully placed around the teacher's desk so as to make her face mysterious. The shelves themselves were old and almost falling down, Harry edged away from the most precarious shelf which held an old cardboard box with the words: 'crystal balls' written across it.
Trelawney was busy boiling a huge and battered kettle of water in preparation for her first class of the day. Her movements were all flowing and dramatic. Often she'd stop, look at Harry and then gasp as if told some terrible news or that he'd suddenly become very deformed. The boy, becoming very paranoid moved to the back of the classroom and sat down on a floral cushion on the floor. He looked around the room for something to do and realising that neither Ignatius nor Foo-foo was there took to counting candles.
A while later the third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws arrived. Most of them tried to get the furthest from the front possible seats, while a few over enthusiastic students headed for the front. The professor began her speech.
"Today" She crowed, "We are to start with tea leaves. I don't expect all of you to have the inner eye as I have, but I think that a few of you." Her eyes swept the front pointedly, "are highly capable of divining the future and unravelling fate." She finished in a small attempt at captivating her audience, much in the way Snape did, although he mainly gave speeches to inflict fear. She then began to instruct them (after a very dramatic and probably too long pause) and soon every student had a simmering cup of tea. Harry looked at his cup; it was very weak and looked like dirty milk. He drank it, savouring the new taste. He'd never been given tea before, infact he was only ever allowed water and even then it was always the first bit out of the tap that was really warm the Durselys always said that they didn't want to waste it and so gave it to him.
It tasted nice and very strange, his taste buds seemed to go into overdrive and his tongue began to tingle for the first few seconds. At the end a mass of leaves were left in a big splodge. Trelawney was having a field day predicting many tragedies with each cup she looked into, but her delight with them was nothing compared to the joy that was on her face when she looked into Harry's cup.
"The Grim." She shrilly squealed at the top of her voice, making the students stop and stare. "The Grim." She repeated in a foreboding way making Harry shiver. He didn't know what it meant, but her voice made him know it was bad. 'I'm in trouble.' He thought and began to curl his legs up towards his chest. 'Uncle Vernon's is going to be mad at me again, he's going to get angry, he's going to hurt me again and lock me under the stairs.' "Death!" she continued, prolonging the 'th', which only served to emphasise the dire meaning of the word. Harry began to rock backwards and forwards. "The omen of death! You poor child, you poor, poor child." She wailed, clasping her hands over her eyes and weeping for him. Harry began to rock faster now, murmuring that he was sorry. Sorry for what he didn't know, but it was always his fault. He must have done something. He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a thing. The mean lady continued on crying dramatically and every so often briefly stopped to part her fingers and survey the child before her. Realising that he was buying it she began to wail louder and louder until several of the students began to join her. The famous Harry Potter was going to die!
Eventually a very concerned Dumbledore burst in.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, intelligent eyes darting around the room, trying to find out the cause of so much woe. They stopped on the murmuring and rocking form of a child, who looked so out of place in amongst the cushions and older students.
"The Grim!" Trelawney wailed again, bringing forth an echo of new wails from the mourning students. Albus picked up the offending tea cup that several of the more sceptical students were pointing at, trying to help the headmaster get to the bottom of the chaos. The old man picked it up and tilted his spectacles so as to get a better look.
"The grim? If you tilt it to the side it looks like a fish." He stated and picked up the small child carefully and slowly so as not to disturb him and left a now very quiet class. On the way to his office Albus began stroking the child's back. This was to soothe him and soon the caring and human gesture, so foreign to the boy, made him fall asleep. If someone would of passed them in the big, old halls of Hogwarts they would of thought that they were passing an affectionate Grandfather with his pride of joy. The two were both so content to be where they were and they fit the roles so well, you might even go as far to say that they were both starved of this kind of relationship and that their want of it made them fit into it so well.
A little while later and back in his office the old man sat in the chair behind his desk, fast asleep with a small, sleeping child in his arms.
Thus ends the sixth instalment.
Next time, Trelawney again and in a beneficial way as well as the next baby sitter!
