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Chapter 5 - Idiosyncrasy cytokinesis ({identity crisis} they're real words!)
Harry did not move, his eyes were focused on the boy sitting next to Ron, on the boy who could be, very likely be, his brother? But something inside his struggled to be heard 'that is not your brother! That is your replacement! Dumbledore's grabbed some poor kid and made him become you because he can't have you!'
Slowly he walked over to where Dumbledore stood, he seemed to want to gauge Harry's reaction. Harry would not give the professor that satisfaction.
"Good afternoon students. I shall be your DADA teacher for the rest of this year. I will expect immaculate behaviour. Thankyou." Harry's eyes still lingered on his twin 'NO HE IS NOT YOUR TWIN!' a part of him seemed to be screaming to the other part, Harry had not idea who to listen to.
Dumbledore nodded to the students. "Please, do begin" he smiled at them before gracefully sitting down at the head of the staff table deep in thought.
Harry ignored many of the looks the teacher and student alike were throwing at him. What were they so surprised about? 'It's the real Harry Potter here! Not some person trying to imitate me!' his subconscious seemed to be both so, so mad he felt like throwing a crucius curse at the next person to look at the scar that was evident on his forehead.
But that was not all of him. The other half, the smaller, weaker half to be true, was trying desperately to tell him that it was his brother that sat at the Gryffindor table, that it was his brother who could not tear his eyes away from Harry.
"I can almost believe it" he muttered quietly to himself, and seemed surprised when Snape turned his slimy head towards him, his lip curling in disgust. Harry's glare was just as hostile as his old potion masters.
"Our dear celebrity has returned then. I always knew you would. So then little /Harry/ did you have a fun time at beuaxtons or wherever you went? Have fun running away from all of your little problems?
Harry felt like letting out a bark of laughter, Snape thought that he went to Beuaxtons? What an idiot. Harry smiled at Snape, effectively baring his teeth.
"Beuaxtons Snape? You think that I went to Beuaxtons? That school couldn't teach a basilisk how to hiss! I have had a far better education that /beuaxtons/." He smirked at the look that had come over Snape's face, waiting for him to work it out.
He did. And he did not look happy. He stood up, effectively silencing the whole great hall, all eyes were on him, a few on Harry, curious to know what Harry had done to so upset the potions master.
"You. Went. To. Durmstrang!" Snape's voice carried around the whole great hall, and everybody was affected by it. The-boy-who-lived had gone to the most renowned dark school in history! Harry smirked, and stood up, face to face with Snape.
"That's right Serverus, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, went to Durmstrang, is it so unbelievable? When all Harry Potter had here was lies and betrayal? When people never told him things that he should have known, that he had every right and more, to know? Yes my dear Serverus Snape, little innocent Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the one hope for defeating my dear old Lord Voldemort (there was a large intake of breathe from the hall at large), that he was, what's the word I'm looking for Snape? Ahh yes. Tainted." he turned his back on the astonished Snape, as well as the astonished hall, and exited as quickly as he could.
He couldn't help smiling, couldn't help being happy, rejoicing. He was no longer a child, he had not been a child for a year now, but they had not known it, they had still thought he was Harry Potter, young naïve Harry Potter, innocent, not responsible for any of his actions. Now they knew. He was not a child. He was no longer the Harry Potter that they had known.
He entered his room and looked around at the plain white walls and beige carpets, he looked at the large bed and the wooden desk that seemed to almost dominate the room.
This was his new home. He was back at Hogwarts, and he was not going anywhere until he had finished what he had set out to do. He smiled, his room might need a few improvements, but in general it was perfect.
But as he sat down and got ready for an early night, he could not help his mind wandering back towards the impostors face, the shocked expression, the surprise, could he really have a brother? Could he really have, (dare he think it?) Family?
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Ron was looking at the person whom Dumbledore had named 'Professor Harry Potter', he looked at the Harry he knew who was sitting right next to him. He looked back to the other and then back to Harry.
"Um, Hermione am I just hallucinating, or at the moment are there two Harry's?" Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, who looked perfectly serious. He turned to Harry. "Harry, are you aware of the fact that someone who looks identical to you is standing up there?" Ron asked in a hurry.
"Yes"
"Then why - "
"Who are you?" Hermione looked Harry straight in the eye. She reached her hand up to his scar, he flinched away from her, but she touched his scar. It smudged.
"Who are you? Why are you hear?" her voice was quiet, but Harry2 (we'll just call him Harry2 for know until his, um, identity is revealed) could tell, after living with her for a year now that she was angry, most likely at herself as much as him.
"I'm Harry Potter"
"No you are not. Harry Potter is standing up on the stage telling us that he is our new defence against the dark arts teacher and that he is going to expect immaculate behaviour. You are not Harry Potter. Who the hell are you?"
"Hermione this is Harry we've known him since first year he and I saved you from that troll remember, he defeated a basilisk and - "
"Ron, Hermione's right."
"What do you mean Hermione's right Harry?"
"I mean that she's right"
"About what? What is she right about?"
"God Ron, use your brains! I. Am. Not. Harry. Potter"
"But. . ."
"I'm glad that you agree with me Harry, thank you for finally telling the truth. Now we can eat" Hermione ignored the looks that both Ron and Harry2 shot her and began to eat.
Suddenly Hermione Burst.
"How can you lie to us for over a year? How can you explain doing that?" she hissed, her eyes burning on Harry2 "Who are you really Harry? Who are you?"
It was at that moment that Snape stood up, the silence that washed over the hall stoped Harry2 from answering, as he and everyone else that was in the hall looked up to the teachers table they were shocked by what they heard.
"You. Went. To. Durmstrang!" Hermione, Ron and Harry2 all jumped, Harry Potter, the boy who lived had gone to the most renowned Dark school in History!
"That's right Serverus, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, went to Durmstrang, is it so unbelievable? When all Harry Potter had here was lies and betrayal? When people never told him things that he should have known, that he had every right and more, to know? Yes my dear Serverus Snape, little innocent Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the one hope for defeating my dear old Lord Voldemort (there was a large intake of breathe from the hall at large), that he was, what's the word I'm looking for Snape? Ahh yes. Tainted."
Both Ron and Hermione were looking at each other. This was not the Harry they knew.
"Ok then, who's he?"
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A/N: Well there we go! That's the next chappie, I hope that you lot didn't have to wait tooo long for it, I hope that you liked it too. Right now I'm watching Mission Impossible on TV, so I'm sorry if it's a tiny bit, um, distracted, I can't help but watch Mission Impossible, my eyes are draw to it unconsciously!
Anywaz, I gotsta go and watch MISSION IMPOSSIBLE!
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Chapter 5 - Idiosyncrasy cytokinesis ({identity crisis} they're real words!)
Harry did not move, his eyes were focused on the boy sitting next to Ron, on the boy who could be, very likely be, his brother? But something inside his struggled to be heard 'that is not your brother! That is your replacement! Dumbledore's grabbed some poor kid and made him become you because he can't have you!'
Slowly he walked over to where Dumbledore stood, he seemed to want to gauge Harry's reaction. Harry would not give the professor that satisfaction.
"Good afternoon students. I shall be your DADA teacher for the rest of this year. I will expect immaculate behaviour. Thankyou." Harry's eyes still lingered on his twin 'NO HE IS NOT YOUR TWIN!' a part of him seemed to be screaming to the other part, Harry had not idea who to listen to.
Dumbledore nodded to the students. "Please, do begin" he smiled at them before gracefully sitting down at the head of the staff table deep in thought.
Harry ignored many of the looks the teacher and student alike were throwing at him. What were they so surprised about? 'It's the real Harry Potter here! Not some person trying to imitate me!' his subconscious seemed to be both so, so mad he felt like throwing a crucius curse at the next person to look at the scar that was evident on his forehead.
But that was not all of him. The other half, the smaller, weaker half to be true, was trying desperately to tell him that it was his brother that sat at the Gryffindor table, that it was his brother who could not tear his eyes away from Harry.
"I can almost believe it" he muttered quietly to himself, and seemed surprised when Snape turned his slimy head towards him, his lip curling in disgust. Harry's glare was just as hostile as his old potion masters.
"Our dear celebrity has returned then. I always knew you would. So then little /Harry/ did you have a fun time at beuaxtons or wherever you went? Have fun running away from all of your little problems?
Harry felt like letting out a bark of laughter, Snape thought that he went to Beuaxtons? What an idiot. Harry smiled at Snape, effectively baring his teeth.
"Beuaxtons Snape? You think that I went to Beuaxtons? That school couldn't teach a basilisk how to hiss! I have had a far better education that /beuaxtons/." He smirked at the look that had come over Snape's face, waiting for him to work it out.
He did. And he did not look happy. He stood up, effectively silencing the whole great hall, all eyes were on him, a few on Harry, curious to know what Harry had done to so upset the potions master.
"You. Went. To. Durmstrang!" Snape's voice carried around the whole great hall, and everybody was affected by it. The-boy-who-lived had gone to the most renowned dark school in history! Harry smirked, and stood up, face to face with Snape.
"That's right Serverus, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, went to Durmstrang, is it so unbelievable? When all Harry Potter had here was lies and betrayal? When people never told him things that he should have known, that he had every right and more, to know? Yes my dear Serverus Snape, little innocent Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the one hope for defeating my dear old Lord Voldemort (there was a large intake of breathe from the hall at large), that he was, what's the word I'm looking for Snape? Ahh yes. Tainted." he turned his back on the astonished Snape, as well as the astonished hall, and exited as quickly as he could.
He couldn't help smiling, couldn't help being happy, rejoicing. He was no longer a child, he had not been a child for a year now, but they had not known it, they had still thought he was Harry Potter, young naïve Harry Potter, innocent, not responsible for any of his actions. Now they knew. He was not a child. He was no longer the Harry Potter that they had known.
He entered his room and looked around at the plain white walls and beige carpets, he looked at the large bed and the wooden desk that seemed to almost dominate the room.
This was his new home. He was back at Hogwarts, and he was not going anywhere until he had finished what he had set out to do. He smiled, his room might need a few improvements, but in general it was perfect.
But as he sat down and got ready for an early night, he could not help his mind wandering back towards the impostors face, the shocked expression, the surprise, could he really have a brother? Could he really have, (dare he think it?) Family?
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Ron was looking at the person whom Dumbledore had named 'Professor Harry Potter', he looked at the Harry he knew who was sitting right next to him. He looked back to the other and then back to Harry.
"Um, Hermione am I just hallucinating, or at the moment are there two Harry's?" Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, who looked perfectly serious. He turned to Harry. "Harry, are you aware of the fact that someone who looks identical to you is standing up there?" Ron asked in a hurry.
"Yes"
"Then why - "
"Who are you?" Hermione looked Harry straight in the eye. She reached her hand up to his scar, he flinched away from her, but she touched his scar. It smudged.
"Who are you? Why are you hear?" her voice was quiet, but Harry2 (we'll just call him Harry2 for know until his, um, identity is revealed) could tell, after living with her for a year now that she was angry, most likely at herself as much as him.
"I'm Harry Potter"
"No you are not. Harry Potter is standing up on the stage telling us that he is our new defence against the dark arts teacher and that he is going to expect immaculate behaviour. You are not Harry Potter. Who the hell are you?"
"Hermione this is Harry we've known him since first year he and I saved you from that troll remember, he defeated a basilisk and - "
"Ron, Hermione's right."
"What do you mean Hermione's right Harry?"
"I mean that she's right"
"About what? What is she right about?"
"God Ron, use your brains! I. Am. Not. Harry. Potter"
"But. . ."
"I'm glad that you agree with me Harry, thank you for finally telling the truth. Now we can eat" Hermione ignored the looks that both Ron and Harry2 shot her and began to eat.
Suddenly Hermione Burst.
"How can you lie to us for over a year? How can you explain doing that?" she hissed, her eyes burning on Harry2 "Who are you really Harry? Who are you?"
It was at that moment that Snape stood up, the silence that washed over the hall stoped Harry2 from answering, as he and everyone else that was in the hall looked up to the teachers table they were shocked by what they heard.
"You. Went. To. Durmstrang!" Hermione, Ron and Harry2 all jumped, Harry Potter, the boy who lived had gone to the most renowned Dark school in History!
"That's right Serverus, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, went to Durmstrang, is it so unbelievable? When all Harry Potter had here was lies and betrayal? When people never told him things that he should have known, that he had every right and more, to know? Yes my dear Serverus Snape, little innocent Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the one hope for defeating my dear old Lord Voldemort (there was a large intake of breathe from the hall at large), that he was, what's the word I'm looking for Snape? Ahh yes. Tainted."
Both Ron and Hermione were looking at each other. This was not the Harry they knew.
"Ok then, who's he?"
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A/N: Well there we go! That's the next chappie, I hope that you lot didn't have to wait tooo long for it, I hope that you liked it too. Right now I'm watching Mission Impossible on TV, so I'm sorry if it's a tiny bit, um, distracted, I can't help but watch Mission Impossible, my eyes are draw to it unconsciously!
Anywaz, I gotsta go and watch MISSION IMPOSSIBLE!
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