Hello I told you I like to update quickly so here you go a new Chappie: )
I own absolutely nothing. So don't sue. As I promised we will skip Harry's
childhood.
Harry leads a very different life because he grew up with his parents. You
MUST know a few things before you read this chapter.
Lily died in Harry's very early childhood. If you can guess what she died of first, you'll win 1000 cookie points.
Harry started to play the violin when he was six. He loves music in all forms, and begs his father to come and hear him play whenever he has a performance.
In this Chapter Harry is 11 years old and it is late august. Harry has only a week and a half before he leaves for Hogwarts. He has already been to Diagon Alley and gotten all of his school supplies.
If you know all of those you wont get lost. So, Here we go.
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Chapter 9
August 19, 1991
Harry James Potter has never been a really happy boy. Sure he was the Minister of Magic's son, and he had everything he could ever want and more. But, there was only one thing in the world that he wanted. That was his father's love. There was one a time that Harry had that Love, but that was when he had his mum. He only had scatted memories if his mum but the one's he did have he cherished. He remembered how she and his father would play with him on the floor in the living room floor. And he remembered how she would sing to him every night before he went to bed. He also remembered how, as he got older, she couldn't play with him, because she was always very sick. He remembered how she couldn't pick him up and cuddle. He remembered how the doctors came all the time. And how on his last Christmas with her she gave him his first violin. He remembered how on a spring morning his father dressed him in black and how he went to a funeral. He remembered how uncle Sirius told him that he would never see his mama again. It never made any sense to him until he got older what that really meant. After his Mother died his father never seemed to smile. He never played anymore and he never really showed any form of affection to anyone. Especially Harry
That was why Harry had to be the best at everything he did. That was why he had to be a Gryffindor even though he knew he was best suited for Ravenclaw or Slytherin. That was why he had to make his father promise to come to his final performance. Harry was first chair in the Junior Youth Symphony for children under the age of 13 and he was to play a duet with Daniel Jones who was the first chair violin in the Youth Symphony. He Junior Youth and Youth symphonies were comprised of the best young musicians in England. To even receive an invitation to audition was a great honor. To receive a chance to play a solo or duet meant that you were the one best for they only played two duets/solo's at the concert. He had already reserved four seats for what he called his family. Sirius, Remus and Sally, his nanny, had promised to be there already. And today Harry's conquest was to make his father promise to come.
Harry walked down the hallway form his room to his father's office. It was ten o'clock at night and from his experience this was the best time to approach his father about anything. Harry knocked on the door quietly. When he heard a grunt from inside he opened the large wooden door. "Father?' he called out hesitantly.
"Harry? Is that you? What are doing up so late?" James asked from behind his desk. James Potter was no longer the happy carefree man he once was. He no longer held that light in his eyes. That love of life. He used to be so happy. Why did his wife have to die? And why did his son have to carry her eyes? He couldn't stand to look at Harry's eyes, the same eyes that his beloved Lily had. Sometimes he wished that he could take the spells off. And give the boy back to his rightful parents but every time he did he remembered ho he had promised Lily to take care of the son that she had made her own.
"Well," Harry stepped closer to the desk, " I have a concert tomorrow, and I even get to play a duet. I was wondering if," Harry paused there was fear in his eyes. Fear that his father might tell him no, "I was wondering if you would come." He looked at his father expectantly.
James defying everything his heart and mind were telling him looked into Harry's eyes and saw the pleading that was there. It as a pleading that he had seen only twice in his life, it was the same pleading look that Lily had given him when she had asked if they could try and adopt after the death of Harriet. It was the pleading that was in her eyes when she thought that Harry was dead, the silent begging that it wasn't true. James found that he couldn't say no, but he knew that he couldn't get out of work tomorrow. "Harry. I wish I could but," he trailed off.
The Boy knew his father would say no he knew it. He threw the ticket he was holding on the floor, and ran as fast as he could to his bedroom and slammed the door. He would never let his father see him cry. Never, crying was the sign of a coward. And he was no coward. He was a Potter, and Potters were proud. Harry lay crying into his pillow well into the night. It didn't matter how much he told himself that he didn't care the harder it was to deny that his father didn't love him and that was it. He cried himself to sleep that night.
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The next morning Harry awoke to see his father of all people looking down on him. Harry sat up quickly. He saw that in his father's hand was the Ticket to tonight concert. Harry then remembered just what had happened the night before.
"Harry," James spoke softly, "I'll come."
He couldn't believe his ears his father just said that he would come. "Do you mean it?"
"Yes"
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise you I'll be there."
Before Harry knew what he was doing he flung himself into his fathers arms. They sat that way for a few minuets. Then James spoke up. "I'll even see you off on September 1st. But. right now I have to get to work. I'll see you at six right?"
Harry smiled and nodded. Maybe his father did care.
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"Harry get your butootie down here night now. We have to go." Sirius Black dressed in a Muggle suit called up the stair. He smiled when he saw Harry. He was wearing a Muggle tuxedo and his hair had gel in it to give his signature messy hair look like it was intended. He ran down the stair carrying his black leather bound music folder under one arm. For a second Sirius thought he saw James running down the stairs. It was amazing to see how much he really did look like James.
"Sirius I'm so excited Dad said he was coming." Harry was all smiles.
Remus walked in also wearing a muggle suit. The symphony was after all muggle. "We know Harry. You've told us only about a hundred times in the past thirty minuets."
Harry just smiled.
"All right you guys we have to go now if we want Harry to be on time." A feminine voice called from the frond door.
"SALLY!" Harry ran in to the open arms of his brunette nanny. Sally had been looking after Harry ever since he was four years old. She had grown to love this little boy. This was the last time she would ever see Harry play before she went to work for another family. And it almost made her cry.
"We must hurry. Come along." They all hurried out the door and into the car that was waiting to carry them to the concert hall. Harry nearly forgot his violin in the rush. When the all got there Harry had to run through the back entrance as to not be late and cause a scene. After he had his instrument out of his case and his music tucked safely under his arm he walked proudly on to the stage to tune and quickly review his music. He was glad that he wasn't the only one that was late. They were told to be there at five fifteen and he was late by ten minuets.
After Harry finished his revision and tuning he looked for any sight of his father. He spotted Sally, Sirius, and Remus but there was an empty seat. His father had yet to arrive. When the director Dr. Crowden stepped on stage to start the warm up. Harry began to get worried. After the tradition B flat round and a warm up choral everyone sat in rest position, as Dr. Crowden made the opening statement. Harry forgot everything as they started the concert. He lost himself in the music. he played with his heart and soul. This was the reason he played. To here this beautiful music every time he played in a group. The sound of one band comprised of so many different instruments. It amazed him every time he heard it.
Before Harry knew it, it was time for the Duet. Daniel walked up from the side stage. The Youth Symphony was to play tomorrow. Daniel carried a stand a placed it down and adjusted it to himself, just as Harry did the same. They were a bit odd looking, as Daniel was a very tall sixteen-year-old and Harry a very short eleven-year-old. As Dr. Crowden introduced the next piece Harry looked once again for his father and found nothing.
"I'm proud to introduce to you Harry Potter and Daniel Jones on violin and David Fraser on the piano. They shall be playing Bach's concerto in D minor for two violins." As Dr. Crowden stepped down Harry suddenly felt sad, his father wasn't here. But Harry didn't have time to think about that. As he played he played with sadness. Ever since he was little he could always loose himself in his music, but it didn't work this time. He felt the pain of a broken heart as he played. He played every thing with such feeling, he felt as if he was playing his emotions as he drew his bow against the strings. As the song progressed Harry started to feel the familiar sting of tears in his eyed, but he only let one fall. One tear was all he would give his father only one.
When the song ended. Harry returned to his seat to finish the concert. The applause was enormous after the final piece was played. Harry felt even worse at this, the ones clapping were the families of his fellow companions and not his family. His family was taken from him at the death of his mother. That was the day his father stopped caring. That was the day that he learned what Love was. You don't know how important something is until it's gone.
As Harry returned home that night he didn't say a word. He didn't need to. His companions knew how hurt he was and didn't comment, but they knew that Harry would never get over this.
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James came home that evening to find two very up set friend sitting on his couch.
"Hey guys." James asked hesitantly.
"Hello James." The both answered in unison.
"What's wrong?" James asked dumbly.
"Do you know what tonight was?" Sirius asked.
"No. What did I miss?"
"Remus, Do you know what he missed?" Sirius asked sarcastically
"No Sirius I don't. Maybe we should ask Harry," Remus responded with distain dripping from each word.
Then it hit him he had missed Harry's concert. " The concert," James whispered.
"Well now that you know what you did, maybe you could give us an explanation as to why you missed it!" Sirius snapped.
"I. I. I was reorganizing my office. I forgot." James was still in shock. How could he miss it?
"Well maybe if you lucky he'll forget that you missed it. You should have heard him James it beautiful. He was so excited because you going to be there. If weren't sure why did you give him false hope? WHY?!" Sirius was fuming. He hated that Harry had been hurt because James had been stupid.
"I wanted to be there. I really did. I just forgot." James was shaking and pale, if he even had a very small relationship with his son before this then he certainly didn't have one now.
"That's the story of your life James. You forgot." Remus said quietly. "We better be going. Sirius come on. Good-bye James. Please try to talk to Harry but don't be surprised if he doesn't talk." And they left.
James walked up stairs and to Harry's room he saw that it was a crack so he peaked inside. Harry was asleep at his desk. James walked over to his son and picked him up, he carried him across the room and placed him in his bed. He looked at his son and was scared for the first time in a long time. He realized that he didn't even know his son well enough to judge his reaction. How could he make it up to him how?
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The next day
Harry was in the Attic looking for photo of him Mum and the only place he could think of to look was in his baby stuff.
He hadn't found anything after three hours of searching. Then he saw it a blue book with his name on it. He picked it up and started flipping the pages. Each page had a picture of Harry at different point of development. Then he saw on that had his mum she was smiling as she played with him at his birthday party. He pulled the picture off the page as he did a few peaces of paper fell to the floor. He picked them up and read them. He understood every thing now. He understood why his Father hated him, and he was going to make him pay.
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Just kidding
Here's the rest.
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Harry walked through Kings Cross Station with Sirius at his side. His father couldn't make it because of some unknown reason that Harry could really care less about. He hated his father. Every Promise he ever made was worth absolutely nothing, so he really didn't care about making him look good at all. All he cared about was himself that was it.
The two of them passed through that barrier and said their goodbyes. With a good-bye hug, Harry boarded the train for the first time. He sat alone all the way to Hogwarts he sat studying his music, until it was time for him to change into his robes.
As he got off the train he felt lost. He pushed his way through the crowd to a very tall bushy man with a lantern who was calling for all the first years. As he crossed the lake he did even care enough to be excited. Then when it was time for him to be sorted he was determined to fallow through with his plan. He walked up to the stool and placed it on his head.
'Well hello there Raven,'
'Hello.'
'I see that you aren't surprised by what I called you.'
'Why should I be I know I was adopted.'
'Well I see you don't know how your real parent's are though. How did you find out? If I may ask.'
'Well last week I went looking through old photo albums and found adoptions papers and a birth certificate for a one Harriet Potter.'
'Well you are a smart one aren't you?'
'Yeah well. Listen I want you to put me in Gryffindor you here me.'
'Yes I here you are you sure you should really be in Slytherin.'
'Yes I'm sure.'
"Gryffindor!"
Harry walked over to his new house table. He had a plan. As soon as the feast was over Harry stole away from the rest of his new room mates, he didn't need the tour he was up here often enough to know were everything was and he had already overheard the password the tower when the red headed prefect told some second years. He made his way to the library he had research to do. He found a book on cloning and he smiled they wouldn't know what hit 'em.
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Well that was a lot of work and information. : )
Over 3,000 words: )
Review. Review. Review.
Lily died in Harry's very early childhood. If you can guess what she died of first, you'll win 1000 cookie points.
Harry started to play the violin when he was six. He loves music in all forms, and begs his father to come and hear him play whenever he has a performance.
In this Chapter Harry is 11 years old and it is late august. Harry has only a week and a half before he leaves for Hogwarts. He has already been to Diagon Alley and gotten all of his school supplies.
If you know all of those you wont get lost. So, Here we go.
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Chapter 9
August 19, 1991
Harry James Potter has never been a really happy boy. Sure he was the Minister of Magic's son, and he had everything he could ever want and more. But, there was only one thing in the world that he wanted. That was his father's love. There was one a time that Harry had that Love, but that was when he had his mum. He only had scatted memories if his mum but the one's he did have he cherished. He remembered how she and his father would play with him on the floor in the living room floor. And he remembered how she would sing to him every night before he went to bed. He also remembered how, as he got older, she couldn't play with him, because she was always very sick. He remembered how she couldn't pick him up and cuddle. He remembered how the doctors came all the time. And how on his last Christmas with her she gave him his first violin. He remembered how on a spring morning his father dressed him in black and how he went to a funeral. He remembered how uncle Sirius told him that he would never see his mama again. It never made any sense to him until he got older what that really meant. After his Mother died his father never seemed to smile. He never played anymore and he never really showed any form of affection to anyone. Especially Harry
That was why Harry had to be the best at everything he did. That was why he had to be a Gryffindor even though he knew he was best suited for Ravenclaw or Slytherin. That was why he had to make his father promise to come to his final performance. Harry was first chair in the Junior Youth Symphony for children under the age of 13 and he was to play a duet with Daniel Jones who was the first chair violin in the Youth Symphony. He Junior Youth and Youth symphonies were comprised of the best young musicians in England. To even receive an invitation to audition was a great honor. To receive a chance to play a solo or duet meant that you were the one best for they only played two duets/solo's at the concert. He had already reserved four seats for what he called his family. Sirius, Remus and Sally, his nanny, had promised to be there already. And today Harry's conquest was to make his father promise to come.
Harry walked down the hallway form his room to his father's office. It was ten o'clock at night and from his experience this was the best time to approach his father about anything. Harry knocked on the door quietly. When he heard a grunt from inside he opened the large wooden door. "Father?' he called out hesitantly.
"Harry? Is that you? What are doing up so late?" James asked from behind his desk. James Potter was no longer the happy carefree man he once was. He no longer held that light in his eyes. That love of life. He used to be so happy. Why did his wife have to die? And why did his son have to carry her eyes? He couldn't stand to look at Harry's eyes, the same eyes that his beloved Lily had. Sometimes he wished that he could take the spells off. And give the boy back to his rightful parents but every time he did he remembered ho he had promised Lily to take care of the son that she had made her own.
"Well," Harry stepped closer to the desk, " I have a concert tomorrow, and I even get to play a duet. I was wondering if," Harry paused there was fear in his eyes. Fear that his father might tell him no, "I was wondering if you would come." He looked at his father expectantly.
James defying everything his heart and mind were telling him looked into Harry's eyes and saw the pleading that was there. It as a pleading that he had seen only twice in his life, it was the same pleading look that Lily had given him when she had asked if they could try and adopt after the death of Harriet. It was the pleading that was in her eyes when she thought that Harry was dead, the silent begging that it wasn't true. James found that he couldn't say no, but he knew that he couldn't get out of work tomorrow. "Harry. I wish I could but," he trailed off.
The Boy knew his father would say no he knew it. He threw the ticket he was holding on the floor, and ran as fast as he could to his bedroom and slammed the door. He would never let his father see him cry. Never, crying was the sign of a coward. And he was no coward. He was a Potter, and Potters were proud. Harry lay crying into his pillow well into the night. It didn't matter how much he told himself that he didn't care the harder it was to deny that his father didn't love him and that was it. He cried himself to sleep that night.
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The next morning Harry awoke to see his father of all people looking down on him. Harry sat up quickly. He saw that in his father's hand was the Ticket to tonight concert. Harry then remembered just what had happened the night before.
"Harry," James spoke softly, "I'll come."
He couldn't believe his ears his father just said that he would come. "Do you mean it?"
"Yes"
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise you I'll be there."
Before Harry knew what he was doing he flung himself into his fathers arms. They sat that way for a few minuets. Then James spoke up. "I'll even see you off on September 1st. But. right now I have to get to work. I'll see you at six right?"
Harry smiled and nodded. Maybe his father did care.
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"Harry get your butootie down here night now. We have to go." Sirius Black dressed in a Muggle suit called up the stair. He smiled when he saw Harry. He was wearing a Muggle tuxedo and his hair had gel in it to give his signature messy hair look like it was intended. He ran down the stair carrying his black leather bound music folder under one arm. For a second Sirius thought he saw James running down the stairs. It was amazing to see how much he really did look like James.
"Sirius I'm so excited Dad said he was coming." Harry was all smiles.
Remus walked in also wearing a muggle suit. The symphony was after all muggle. "We know Harry. You've told us only about a hundred times in the past thirty minuets."
Harry just smiled.
"All right you guys we have to go now if we want Harry to be on time." A feminine voice called from the frond door.
"SALLY!" Harry ran in to the open arms of his brunette nanny. Sally had been looking after Harry ever since he was four years old. She had grown to love this little boy. This was the last time she would ever see Harry play before she went to work for another family. And it almost made her cry.
"We must hurry. Come along." They all hurried out the door and into the car that was waiting to carry them to the concert hall. Harry nearly forgot his violin in the rush. When the all got there Harry had to run through the back entrance as to not be late and cause a scene. After he had his instrument out of his case and his music tucked safely under his arm he walked proudly on to the stage to tune and quickly review his music. He was glad that he wasn't the only one that was late. They were told to be there at five fifteen and he was late by ten minuets.
After Harry finished his revision and tuning he looked for any sight of his father. He spotted Sally, Sirius, and Remus but there was an empty seat. His father had yet to arrive. When the director Dr. Crowden stepped on stage to start the warm up. Harry began to get worried. After the tradition B flat round and a warm up choral everyone sat in rest position, as Dr. Crowden made the opening statement. Harry forgot everything as they started the concert. He lost himself in the music. he played with his heart and soul. This was the reason he played. To here this beautiful music every time he played in a group. The sound of one band comprised of so many different instruments. It amazed him every time he heard it.
Before Harry knew it, it was time for the Duet. Daniel walked up from the side stage. The Youth Symphony was to play tomorrow. Daniel carried a stand a placed it down and adjusted it to himself, just as Harry did the same. They were a bit odd looking, as Daniel was a very tall sixteen-year-old and Harry a very short eleven-year-old. As Dr. Crowden introduced the next piece Harry looked once again for his father and found nothing.
"I'm proud to introduce to you Harry Potter and Daniel Jones on violin and David Fraser on the piano. They shall be playing Bach's concerto in D minor for two violins." As Dr. Crowden stepped down Harry suddenly felt sad, his father wasn't here. But Harry didn't have time to think about that. As he played he played with sadness. Ever since he was little he could always loose himself in his music, but it didn't work this time. He felt the pain of a broken heart as he played. He played every thing with such feeling, he felt as if he was playing his emotions as he drew his bow against the strings. As the song progressed Harry started to feel the familiar sting of tears in his eyed, but he only let one fall. One tear was all he would give his father only one.
When the song ended. Harry returned to his seat to finish the concert. The applause was enormous after the final piece was played. Harry felt even worse at this, the ones clapping were the families of his fellow companions and not his family. His family was taken from him at the death of his mother. That was the day his father stopped caring. That was the day that he learned what Love was. You don't know how important something is until it's gone.
As Harry returned home that night he didn't say a word. He didn't need to. His companions knew how hurt he was and didn't comment, but they knew that Harry would never get over this.
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James came home that evening to find two very up set friend sitting on his couch.
"Hey guys." James asked hesitantly.
"Hello James." The both answered in unison.
"What's wrong?" James asked dumbly.
"Do you know what tonight was?" Sirius asked.
"No. What did I miss?"
"Remus, Do you know what he missed?" Sirius asked sarcastically
"No Sirius I don't. Maybe we should ask Harry," Remus responded with distain dripping from each word.
Then it hit him he had missed Harry's concert. " The concert," James whispered.
"Well now that you know what you did, maybe you could give us an explanation as to why you missed it!" Sirius snapped.
"I. I. I was reorganizing my office. I forgot." James was still in shock. How could he miss it?
"Well maybe if you lucky he'll forget that you missed it. You should have heard him James it beautiful. He was so excited because you going to be there. If weren't sure why did you give him false hope? WHY?!" Sirius was fuming. He hated that Harry had been hurt because James had been stupid.
"I wanted to be there. I really did. I just forgot." James was shaking and pale, if he even had a very small relationship with his son before this then he certainly didn't have one now.
"That's the story of your life James. You forgot." Remus said quietly. "We better be going. Sirius come on. Good-bye James. Please try to talk to Harry but don't be surprised if he doesn't talk." And they left.
James walked up stairs and to Harry's room he saw that it was a crack so he peaked inside. Harry was asleep at his desk. James walked over to his son and picked him up, he carried him across the room and placed him in his bed. He looked at his son and was scared for the first time in a long time. He realized that he didn't even know his son well enough to judge his reaction. How could he make it up to him how?
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The next day
Harry was in the Attic looking for photo of him Mum and the only place he could think of to look was in his baby stuff.
He hadn't found anything after three hours of searching. Then he saw it a blue book with his name on it. He picked it up and started flipping the pages. Each page had a picture of Harry at different point of development. Then he saw on that had his mum she was smiling as she played with him at his birthday party. He pulled the picture off the page as he did a few peaces of paper fell to the floor. He picked them up and read them. He understood every thing now. He understood why his Father hated him, and he was going to make him pay.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Should I stop?
Just kidding
Here's the rest.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ September 1st 1991
Harry walked through Kings Cross Station with Sirius at his side. His father couldn't make it because of some unknown reason that Harry could really care less about. He hated his father. Every Promise he ever made was worth absolutely nothing, so he really didn't care about making him look good at all. All he cared about was himself that was it.
The two of them passed through that barrier and said their goodbyes. With a good-bye hug, Harry boarded the train for the first time. He sat alone all the way to Hogwarts he sat studying his music, until it was time for him to change into his robes.
As he got off the train he felt lost. He pushed his way through the crowd to a very tall bushy man with a lantern who was calling for all the first years. As he crossed the lake he did even care enough to be excited. Then when it was time for him to be sorted he was determined to fallow through with his plan. He walked up to the stool and placed it on his head.
'Well hello there Raven,'
'Hello.'
'I see that you aren't surprised by what I called you.'
'Why should I be I know I was adopted.'
'Well I see you don't know how your real parent's are though. How did you find out? If I may ask.'
'Well last week I went looking through old photo albums and found adoptions papers and a birth certificate for a one Harriet Potter.'
'Well you are a smart one aren't you?'
'Yeah well. Listen I want you to put me in Gryffindor you here me.'
'Yes I here you are you sure you should really be in Slytherin.'
'Yes I'm sure.'
"Gryffindor!"
Harry walked over to his new house table. He had a plan. As soon as the feast was over Harry stole away from the rest of his new room mates, he didn't need the tour he was up here often enough to know were everything was and he had already overheard the password the tower when the red headed prefect told some second years. He made his way to the library he had research to do. He found a book on cloning and he smiled they wouldn't know what hit 'em.
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Well that was a lot of work and information. : )
Over 3,000 words: )
Review. Review. Review.
