Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as it belongs to J.K. Rowling. I also do not own the concept of the Abhorsen, Mogget, Clayr, the Charter or anything related to them, as they belong to Garth Nix.
Chapter Five
That night the six were either aquainted or reaquainted. After Lilly had explained about where she had hidden for all these years, she told them about that fateful night in detail. Like how she survived the killing curse and how Harry survived it.
"I will train Harry in the ways of being an Abhorsen," Lilly stated softly.
"Abhorsen?!" Sirius repeated, "Are you sure!?"
"I am positive, Sirius," Lilly replied calmly, "He is the only one of my blood alive besides Petunia and Dudley. Neither one of them are definate Abhorsen material."
"I wholeheartedly agree," Sirius replied, "I'm just sorry that I couldn't get Harry away from those monsters."
"What are you talking about Sirius?" Lilly replied dangerously and turned to Harry, "What did they do to you to make Sirius call them monsters?"
"Well, for ten years they locked me in a cupboard under the stairs. I had to-still have to-fix their meals, wash the car, do the housework, mow the lawn, work in the garden, and much, much more. I got maybe a tenth of the food-if that-a day, that I would need to eat in one meal. I had to wear Dudley's old clothes he'd outgrown, which were way too big for me.
"When I got my letter they tore it up, then burned it, and also they screwed the mail slot shut. So then tons of the letters came pouring down the chimney, Uncle Vernon drug the whole family, and me, out to a desolate, rocky, island in the middle of a raging sea to escape the letters. Hagrid found me there anyway, gave me my letter, and took me away.
"They told me that you and dad died in a car crash. Also that crash gave me the scar. I never got to celebrate Christmas or my birthday. I spent all holidays locked in the cupboard or in a bedroom I managed to get my third year back from Hogwarts. I think that sums most of it up...except for something that only Sirius know about."
"What is it?" Lilly asked, half-afraid.
"I-well that is to say-" Harry stated stumbling.
"Take your shirt off, Harry," Sirius told him, "Let her see what they had done to you for so long."
Harry heistated, but a look from Moine took his fears away. He took off his cloak slowly. Just as slowly he reached to the bottom of his shirt.
"I want to warn you that it's not pretty," Harry stated softly.
The shirt was whipped off after that statement. Harry slowly opened his eyes, as he heard the collective gasp from everyone there, except Sirius. Lilly's eyes were wide open in shock, anger, and disgust towards her sister and her sister's husband. Hermione had a hand to her mouth and was trying not to cry.
Harry's back was a literal roadmap of scars. While his front was a mess beyond description. His chest and back were covered in gashes that were just beginning to heal after two or three weeks without strain. His wrists had marks that looked like they'd be cut open.
The scars looked as if they all had come from very bad wounds that hadn't healed properly. Hermione came up to him and touched a particually nasty scar that ran the whole front width of his neck. Harry flinched back at the touch, as if the scar hurt.
"Harry, oh Harry!" Hermione choked out.
"It's okay Moine," Harry replied softly and drew her into a hug, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"They'll pay for this!" Lilly hissed angrily, "How dare they treat you like that!?"
"These scars are just from beatings right?" Remus asked him softly, "The wrists...do you...are they from..."
"No, Vernon liked to tie me up when he beat me."
"Meow...hello?" a certain demon cat stated out of the blue, "Did everyone forget I was here?"
Everyone, but the last two Potters, jumped about six feet into the air.
"Mogget!" both Potters yelled in unison, "Don't do that!"
Harry and Lilly looked at each other shocked.
"Okay," Harry stated, "That was a little unnerving."
"I'll say," Sirius replied.
"Now what's say we start the training?" Mogget stated.
"Now?!" Lilly yelled in surprise.
"No, not now, tomorrow," Mogget replied, "Tonight he can recieve his training equiptment."
Lilly looked heistantly at the group and then at Harry, who nodded once, a serious look on his face. Lilly slowly retrieved a backpack she had been carrying. She took only four things out of the pack before placing it back on the floor. One was a short sword, another was a bandolier of bells, the third things were the battle clothes of the Abhorsen, covered in silver keys. The Fourth was a simple gold band, like a wedding ring.
"This is the Abhorsen's sword, forged by the Wallmakers," Lilly stated as she handed it to him.
She handed the battle clothes over to him, wordless.
"This is the ring that is used to retrap Mogget if he is ever freed," she stated softly, "Never take the ring off."
She proudly handed him the bandolier.
"And lastly, these are the seven bells of the Abhorsen. Use them cautiously for they sometimes do not obey their ringer."
Harry touched each bell, speaking their name as he did so.
"Ranna, the Sleepbringer," he spoke and his hand moved downwards to rest on the next bell and so on, "Mosrael, the Waker. Kibeth, the Walker. Dyrim, the Speaker. Belgar, the Thinker. Saraneth, the Binder. Lastly, Astarael, the Sorrowful."
Harry looked at first his mother and then at his two friends. Even surrounded by loved ones, he suddenly felt very alone. To put it plainly, he was scared out of his wits and he didn't like it one little bit.
Chapter Five
That night the six were either aquainted or reaquainted. After Lilly had explained about where she had hidden for all these years, she told them about that fateful night in detail. Like how she survived the killing curse and how Harry survived it.
"I will train Harry in the ways of being an Abhorsen," Lilly stated softly.
"Abhorsen?!" Sirius repeated, "Are you sure!?"
"I am positive, Sirius," Lilly replied calmly, "He is the only one of my blood alive besides Petunia and Dudley. Neither one of them are definate Abhorsen material."
"I wholeheartedly agree," Sirius replied, "I'm just sorry that I couldn't get Harry away from those monsters."
"What are you talking about Sirius?" Lilly replied dangerously and turned to Harry, "What did they do to you to make Sirius call them monsters?"
"Well, for ten years they locked me in a cupboard under the stairs. I had to-still have to-fix their meals, wash the car, do the housework, mow the lawn, work in the garden, and much, much more. I got maybe a tenth of the food-if that-a day, that I would need to eat in one meal. I had to wear Dudley's old clothes he'd outgrown, which were way too big for me.
"When I got my letter they tore it up, then burned it, and also they screwed the mail slot shut. So then tons of the letters came pouring down the chimney, Uncle Vernon drug the whole family, and me, out to a desolate, rocky, island in the middle of a raging sea to escape the letters. Hagrid found me there anyway, gave me my letter, and took me away.
"They told me that you and dad died in a car crash. Also that crash gave me the scar. I never got to celebrate Christmas or my birthday. I spent all holidays locked in the cupboard or in a bedroom I managed to get my third year back from Hogwarts. I think that sums most of it up...except for something that only Sirius know about."
"What is it?" Lilly asked, half-afraid.
"I-well that is to say-" Harry stated stumbling.
"Take your shirt off, Harry," Sirius told him, "Let her see what they had done to you for so long."
Harry heistated, but a look from Moine took his fears away. He took off his cloak slowly. Just as slowly he reached to the bottom of his shirt.
"I want to warn you that it's not pretty," Harry stated softly.
The shirt was whipped off after that statement. Harry slowly opened his eyes, as he heard the collective gasp from everyone there, except Sirius. Lilly's eyes were wide open in shock, anger, and disgust towards her sister and her sister's husband. Hermione had a hand to her mouth and was trying not to cry.
Harry's back was a literal roadmap of scars. While his front was a mess beyond description. His chest and back were covered in gashes that were just beginning to heal after two or three weeks without strain. His wrists had marks that looked like they'd be cut open.
The scars looked as if they all had come from very bad wounds that hadn't healed properly. Hermione came up to him and touched a particually nasty scar that ran the whole front width of his neck. Harry flinched back at the touch, as if the scar hurt.
"Harry, oh Harry!" Hermione choked out.
"It's okay Moine," Harry replied softly and drew her into a hug, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"They'll pay for this!" Lilly hissed angrily, "How dare they treat you like that!?"
"These scars are just from beatings right?" Remus asked him softly, "The wrists...do you...are they from..."
"No, Vernon liked to tie me up when he beat me."
"Meow...hello?" a certain demon cat stated out of the blue, "Did everyone forget I was here?"
Everyone, but the last two Potters, jumped about six feet into the air.
"Mogget!" both Potters yelled in unison, "Don't do that!"
Harry and Lilly looked at each other shocked.
"Okay," Harry stated, "That was a little unnerving."
"I'll say," Sirius replied.
"Now what's say we start the training?" Mogget stated.
"Now?!" Lilly yelled in surprise.
"No, not now, tomorrow," Mogget replied, "Tonight he can recieve his training equiptment."
Lilly looked heistantly at the group and then at Harry, who nodded once, a serious look on his face. Lilly slowly retrieved a backpack she had been carrying. She took only four things out of the pack before placing it back on the floor. One was a short sword, another was a bandolier of bells, the third things were the battle clothes of the Abhorsen, covered in silver keys. The Fourth was a simple gold band, like a wedding ring.
"This is the Abhorsen's sword, forged by the Wallmakers," Lilly stated as she handed it to him.
She handed the battle clothes over to him, wordless.
"This is the ring that is used to retrap Mogget if he is ever freed," she stated softly, "Never take the ring off."
She proudly handed him the bandolier.
"And lastly, these are the seven bells of the Abhorsen. Use them cautiously for they sometimes do not obey their ringer."
Harry touched each bell, speaking their name as he did so.
"Ranna, the Sleepbringer," he spoke and his hand moved downwards to rest on the next bell and so on, "Mosrael, the Waker. Kibeth, the Walker. Dyrim, the Speaker. Belgar, the Thinker. Saraneth, the Binder. Lastly, Astarael, the Sorrowful."
Harry looked at first his mother and then at his two friends. Even surrounded by loved ones, he suddenly felt very alone. To put it plainly, he was scared out of his wits and he didn't like it one little bit.
