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Alternate Chapter8-The Return of...?
It's April, 2009 and Harry is one of the few presently in the great hall, this early morning, not even one teacher has arrived, so at this time it's a nice quiet place to study for a massive Potions test, or so he thinks, and just by coincidence it would seem, ham sitting in the exact same place as his parents and godfather were sitting almost twelve years before.
A vortes opened up and Harry plopped in next to Harry! Harry the younger gasped in surprise, surveying the man next to him, he spotted the scar, "Oh my god, your my mum and godfather's best friend, Harry Potter!"
"Yeah, I'm Harry Potter, and your the first friendly face I've seen in a long time."
"So, does this mean Voldemort's gone?"
"Yes, and who's your mum?"
"Hermione Granger."
"What year is it?"
"2009."
"Twelve years!"
"What's twelve years?"
"I dissapeared from this exact spot twelve years ago."
"Really?!"
"Yep, how old are you?"
"Eleven, I was born December sixteenth, 1997."
"Who's your dad?"
"Mum won't tell me, said it's dangerous."
"And she's right, can you take me to the headmaster's office?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Potter."
"Just Harry, and what's your name?"
"Harry."
"Harry what?"
"Oh, my full name?" Harry the elder nodded. "Harry Ronald Granger."
"So Harry, your a first year Gryfindor?"
"Yeah, and I'm on the house team, hope you don't mind me using your firebolt?"
"No, not at all, I'm glad it's not picking up dust somewhere, what position do you play?" Inside he's whooping for joy, My son's a Gryfindor and on the house team, yippee!
"Seeker."
"Really!?"
"Yep, my first game was against Slytherin, and I caught the Snitich up my sleeve, it was hilarious."
"Did you ever hear about my first game?"
"Loads of times, you almost swallowed it!" the two grinned at eachother... identical grins, though neither realizing it, they reached the Gargoyle.
"Thanks Harry."
"You welcome, I'd better be getting back to breakfast, password's Surge."
"Thanks again, I know I'll see you again, your mum and godfather are my beat friends, afterall, you'll have to show me your moves."
"For sure!"
~~~~~~~~~
"Hermione, it's been twelve years since you got engaged, why don't you date, it doesn't look like your mystery man is coming back."
"Ron LAY OFF! I don't need you telling me what I should do!"
"But you know I'm right."
"Actually, I don't, there's no evidence of Harry's fathers death, evident, he may yet return."
"Agh! Your impossible, who is Harry's father?"
"You've been asking for eleven years, give up all redy, you know that, I will not tell unless he returns."
"Do you really love this guy that much, he abandoned you and your child."
"HE DID NOT, he was kidnapped, so to speak, and left Harry and I, very well off."
"Fine, fine, wallow in your own misery, I'll leave you alnoe, I'll never suggest you date again."
"Thank you, Ron, if he ever does return, I know for a fact, you'll be too overjoyed to kill him."
"Why is that?"
"I'm... uhh... not sure... um... exactly."
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry Potter went up the spiral staircase to Dumbledore's office, now Twenty-nine years old, long unruly, matted hair, and a berd longer then Dumbledore's, just unruly, and notted. He fought Voldemort for twelve years and defeated him! He lost the first eleven years of his son' life to Voldemort, Damn him. He knocked.
"Come in."
"Good morning, who are you?"
"Professor, it's me, Harry Potter, Voldemort is no more!" Dumbledore's eyes bulged, so Harry has returned, victorius!
"That is indeed good news, did you know that it is now the year" he's cut off.
"2009, yes, Harry Granger filled me in."
"So, you have met young Mr. Granger?"
"Yes."
"He is a bright fellow, top of his class, and a natural seeker."
"Yeah, he told me about Quidditich, pretty amazing achievement for a first year!"
"Yes it is, similar to you, is he not?"
"Hmm... I guess."
"Would you like me to inform the world, so you can get off to see your friends?"
"Yes, what's Hermione's adress?... Ron's?"
"Hermione's is the same as your apartment you were supposed to share, floo network, Granger/Potter, as it was listed twelve years ago, and Ron's is under, Ronald and Blaise Weasley."
"Do you know who has my things?"
"I believe they are at Ms. Granger's."
"I'll floo to the Leakey Cauldron and walk, don't want to scare the living daylights out of her."
"Indeed." (Is it just me, or does Dumbledore sound like a vulcan?)
"Thank you, Professor."
"You are welcome, good bye."
And Dumbledore held out a bag of floo powder, which Harry took a pinch from, threw in the fire and shouted, "Leakey Cauldron." And for once in his life, not a soul recognized him!
He went out of the pub onto the streets of London and walked to Hermione's flat. He went up to the second floor, number five and knocked. After a few minutes, Hermione opened the door, leaving the chain on. "Hello, what can I do for you?" she asked, not recognizing the man before her.
"Hermione!"
"Yes?"
"Well, I guess you wouldn't recognize me, it's been twelve years, but your son did recognize me, without ever meeting me," he smiled.
She looked him up and down, taking everything in, before meeting his eyes, "Harry?" she asked disbelieveingly. He grinned, she unclasped the chain, and they there arms around eachother. She pulled him inside and relocked her door. "So Voldemort's gone?"
"Yeah!"
"And you met your son!?"
"He doesn't know though."
"I know, no one knows, I love you."
"I love you, I can't believe it took twelve years, it didn't seem that long.."
"Shut up," and they kissed for the first time in twelve years, they pulled away, "Harry, you smell horrible."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It doesn't matter, your back!"
There standing there hugging, when someone clears there throat from the fireplace.
"Morning Hermione... why were you hugging that begger and why's he in your house?"
"Don't you recognize your best friend, Ron?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, she's right there, and how do you know my name?" asked Ron.
"No, Ron, your other best friend," Hermione spoke up.
"Harry?" he croaked out disbelievingly.
"Yeah Ron, that's me, Voldemort's gone." Ron's head cringed at the name.
"Damn if I wasn't at work, Herm and you should come to Harry, my daughter's birthday party's Saturday, you are coming, right?"
"I wouldn't miss my goddaughter's birthday, now would I?"
"Of course not, and Harry will you be her godfather?"
"Absolutely Ron!"
"Since I already got Hermione's son, and you will come, won't you, give us time to catch up?"
"Absolutely!"
"And reveal secrets," Hermione added.
"Yeah... whatever, see both of you Saturday at four, Bye."
"Bye Ron."
"Harry, why don't you clean up, and I'll find you some clothes, so we can go to Hogwarts."
"But I was just at Hogwarts."
"We need to tell Harry... Harry."
"Good idea, I'll be ready when I feel clean, and could you possibly give me a trim?"
"Yeah, of course, get going."
"Aye, Aye."
About two hours later they apparated to Hogsmeade, and walked up to Hogwarts, and up to Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, you sure have cleaned up well, Harry."
"Thank you, Professor."
"It's Albus, you ceased to be a student almost twelve years ago."
"Sorry... Albus," he said tentatively.
"Could you fetch Harry, Albus?"
"Absolutely Hermione." He wrote a note and sent it with an owl off to get Hermione and Harry's son, though no one else knows of this. "Would you like your N. E. W. T. results?"
"Sure!" Dumbledore handed him an envelope adressed to himself, which he ripped opened and read:
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding test results for:
Potter, Harry James
Arithmancy-O
Ancient Runes-E
Charms-O
Defense Against the Dark Arts-O
Transfiguration-O
History of Magic-N/A
Divination-N/A
Astronomy-N/A
Potions-O
Herbology-E
Care of Magical Creatures-O
He passed it to Hermione, "Harry! You got Six O's and Two E's, you did fantastic!"
"Thanks."
At that moment Harry followed by Remus Lupin bursted in. "Mum!"
"Harry!"
"Remus!" and the two hugged as well as the mother/ son duo.
"Harry, your going to learn the long kept secret, today, and so will you Remus, Albus."
"Secret?" asked Remus.
"Yeah," Harry, the elder added.
"What is it?" asked the curious young Harry.
"Harry, do you want to meet your father?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah! Who is he?"
"Me." All eyes on Harry Potter, surprise on the two men and the boy's faces.
"Oh my god, why didn't I see it before, there's always been something familiar about Harry here!" Remus burst out.
And Dumbledore added, "Because he looks somewhat like Harry and James Potter, is that it, Remus?"
"That's it!"
Little Harry finally broke his silence and staring at his father, "Your my Dad?"
"Yeah."
"So, Mum's been secretly engaged to you, for twelve years?"
"Yeah," Harry smiled as his son smiled back at him and rushed up and hugged his long lost... Dad!
"Why didn't you tell anyone when you started dating?" asked Remus.
"Isn't it obvious, Voldemort," piped in Harry Granger.
"Harry, you are exactly right, it's why I didn't want anyone to know about your Mum and me, and why no one could know you are my son, I didn't want him to know, I didn't want the people I love the most harmed, your Mum was already in enough danger, being my best friend, if he knew we were more, he would have killed her in an instant, I couldn't let that happen, I would die before I let any harm come to your Mum or now you."
"I would advise none of this reaches the press, yes, tell family, like your parent's Hermione, and the Weasley's, otherwiae go on with your lives, " Dumbledore advised, "Or start a new one."
~~~And there was the alternate chapter, thank you two my two reviewers of the last chapter, shdurrini and ambookworm
thanks,
ears91
Alternate Chapter8-The Return of...?
It's April, 2009 and Harry is one of the few presently in the great hall, this early morning, not even one teacher has arrived, so at this time it's a nice quiet place to study for a massive Potions test, or so he thinks, and just by coincidence it would seem, ham sitting in the exact same place as his parents and godfather were sitting almost twelve years before.
A vortes opened up and Harry plopped in next to Harry! Harry the younger gasped in surprise, surveying the man next to him, he spotted the scar, "Oh my god, your my mum and godfather's best friend, Harry Potter!"
"Yeah, I'm Harry Potter, and your the first friendly face I've seen in a long time."
"So, does this mean Voldemort's gone?"
"Yes, and who's your mum?"
"Hermione Granger."
"What year is it?"
"2009."
"Twelve years!"
"What's twelve years?"
"I dissapeared from this exact spot twelve years ago."
"Really?!"
"Yep, how old are you?"
"Eleven, I was born December sixteenth, 1997."
"Who's your dad?"
"Mum won't tell me, said it's dangerous."
"And she's right, can you take me to the headmaster's office?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Potter."
"Just Harry, and what's your name?"
"Harry."
"Harry what?"
"Oh, my full name?" Harry the elder nodded. "Harry Ronald Granger."
"So Harry, your a first year Gryfindor?"
"Yeah, and I'm on the house team, hope you don't mind me using your firebolt?"
"No, not at all, I'm glad it's not picking up dust somewhere, what position do you play?" Inside he's whooping for joy, My son's a Gryfindor and on the house team, yippee!
"Seeker."
"Really!?"
"Yep, my first game was against Slytherin, and I caught the Snitich up my sleeve, it was hilarious."
"Did you ever hear about my first game?"
"Loads of times, you almost swallowed it!" the two grinned at eachother... identical grins, though neither realizing it, they reached the Gargoyle.
"Thanks Harry."
"You welcome, I'd better be getting back to breakfast, password's Surge."
"Thanks again, I know I'll see you again, your mum and godfather are my beat friends, afterall, you'll have to show me your moves."
"For sure!"
~~~~~~~~~
"Hermione, it's been twelve years since you got engaged, why don't you date, it doesn't look like your mystery man is coming back."
"Ron LAY OFF! I don't need you telling me what I should do!"
"But you know I'm right."
"Actually, I don't, there's no evidence of Harry's fathers death, evident, he may yet return."
"Agh! Your impossible, who is Harry's father?"
"You've been asking for eleven years, give up all redy, you know that, I will not tell unless he returns."
"Do you really love this guy that much, he abandoned you and your child."
"HE DID NOT, he was kidnapped, so to speak, and left Harry and I, very well off."
"Fine, fine, wallow in your own misery, I'll leave you alnoe, I'll never suggest you date again."
"Thank you, Ron, if he ever does return, I know for a fact, you'll be too overjoyed to kill him."
"Why is that?"
"I'm... uhh... not sure... um... exactly."
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry Potter went up the spiral staircase to Dumbledore's office, now Twenty-nine years old, long unruly, matted hair, and a berd longer then Dumbledore's, just unruly, and notted. He fought Voldemort for twelve years and defeated him! He lost the first eleven years of his son' life to Voldemort, Damn him. He knocked.
"Come in."
"Good morning, who are you?"
"Professor, it's me, Harry Potter, Voldemort is no more!" Dumbledore's eyes bulged, so Harry has returned, victorius!
"That is indeed good news, did you know that it is now the year" he's cut off.
"2009, yes, Harry Granger filled me in."
"So, you have met young Mr. Granger?"
"Yes."
"He is a bright fellow, top of his class, and a natural seeker."
"Yeah, he told me about Quidditich, pretty amazing achievement for a first year!"
"Yes it is, similar to you, is he not?"
"Hmm... I guess."
"Would you like me to inform the world, so you can get off to see your friends?"
"Yes, what's Hermione's adress?... Ron's?"
"Hermione's is the same as your apartment you were supposed to share, floo network, Granger/Potter, as it was listed twelve years ago, and Ron's is under, Ronald and Blaise Weasley."
"Do you know who has my things?"
"I believe they are at Ms. Granger's."
"I'll floo to the Leakey Cauldron and walk, don't want to scare the living daylights out of her."
"Indeed." (Is it just me, or does Dumbledore sound like a vulcan?)
"Thank you, Professor."
"You are welcome, good bye."
And Dumbledore held out a bag of floo powder, which Harry took a pinch from, threw in the fire and shouted, "Leakey Cauldron." And for once in his life, not a soul recognized him!
He went out of the pub onto the streets of London and walked to Hermione's flat. He went up to the second floor, number five and knocked. After a few minutes, Hermione opened the door, leaving the chain on. "Hello, what can I do for you?" she asked, not recognizing the man before her.
"Hermione!"
"Yes?"
"Well, I guess you wouldn't recognize me, it's been twelve years, but your son did recognize me, without ever meeting me," he smiled.
She looked him up and down, taking everything in, before meeting his eyes, "Harry?" she asked disbelieveingly. He grinned, she unclasped the chain, and they there arms around eachother. She pulled him inside and relocked her door. "So Voldemort's gone?"
"Yeah!"
"And you met your son!?"
"He doesn't know though."
"I know, no one knows, I love you."
"I love you, I can't believe it took twelve years, it didn't seem that long.."
"Shut up," and they kissed for the first time in twelve years, they pulled away, "Harry, you smell horrible."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It doesn't matter, your back!"
There standing there hugging, when someone clears there throat from the fireplace.
"Morning Hermione... why were you hugging that begger and why's he in your house?"
"Don't you recognize your best friend, Ron?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, she's right there, and how do you know my name?" asked Ron.
"No, Ron, your other best friend," Hermione spoke up.
"Harry?" he croaked out disbelievingly.
"Yeah Ron, that's me, Voldemort's gone." Ron's head cringed at the name.
"Damn if I wasn't at work, Herm and you should come to Harry, my daughter's birthday party's Saturday, you are coming, right?"
"I wouldn't miss my goddaughter's birthday, now would I?"
"Of course not, and Harry will you be her godfather?"
"Absolutely Ron!"
"Since I already got Hermione's son, and you will come, won't you, give us time to catch up?"
"Absolutely!"
"And reveal secrets," Hermione added.
"Yeah... whatever, see both of you Saturday at four, Bye."
"Bye Ron."
"Harry, why don't you clean up, and I'll find you some clothes, so we can go to Hogwarts."
"But I was just at Hogwarts."
"We need to tell Harry... Harry."
"Good idea, I'll be ready when I feel clean, and could you possibly give me a trim?"
"Yeah, of course, get going."
"Aye, Aye."
About two hours later they apparated to Hogsmeade, and walked up to Hogwarts, and up to Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, you sure have cleaned up well, Harry."
"Thank you, Professor."
"It's Albus, you ceased to be a student almost twelve years ago."
"Sorry... Albus," he said tentatively.
"Could you fetch Harry, Albus?"
"Absolutely Hermione." He wrote a note and sent it with an owl off to get Hermione and Harry's son, though no one else knows of this. "Would you like your N. E. W. T. results?"
"Sure!" Dumbledore handed him an envelope adressed to himself, which he ripped opened and read:
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding test results for:
Potter, Harry James
Arithmancy-O
Ancient Runes-E
Charms-O
Defense Against the Dark Arts-O
Transfiguration-O
History of Magic-N/A
Divination-N/A
Astronomy-N/A
Potions-O
Herbology-E
Care of Magical Creatures-O
He passed it to Hermione, "Harry! You got Six O's and Two E's, you did fantastic!"
"Thanks."
At that moment Harry followed by Remus Lupin bursted in. "Mum!"
"Harry!"
"Remus!" and the two hugged as well as the mother/ son duo.
"Harry, your going to learn the long kept secret, today, and so will you Remus, Albus."
"Secret?" asked Remus.
"Yeah," Harry, the elder added.
"What is it?" asked the curious young Harry.
"Harry, do you want to meet your father?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah! Who is he?"
"Me." All eyes on Harry Potter, surprise on the two men and the boy's faces.
"Oh my god, why didn't I see it before, there's always been something familiar about Harry here!" Remus burst out.
And Dumbledore added, "Because he looks somewhat like Harry and James Potter, is that it, Remus?"
"That's it!"
Little Harry finally broke his silence and staring at his father, "Your my Dad?"
"Yeah."
"So, Mum's been secretly engaged to you, for twelve years?"
"Yeah," Harry smiled as his son smiled back at him and rushed up and hugged his long lost... Dad!
"Why didn't you tell anyone when you started dating?" asked Remus.
"Isn't it obvious, Voldemort," piped in Harry Granger.
"Harry, you are exactly right, it's why I didn't want anyone to know about your Mum and me, and why no one could know you are my son, I didn't want him to know, I didn't want the people I love the most harmed, your Mum was already in enough danger, being my best friend, if he knew we were more, he would have killed her in an instant, I couldn't let that happen, I would die before I let any harm come to your Mum or now you."
"I would advise none of this reaches the press, yes, tell family, like your parent's Hermione, and the Weasley's, otherwiae go on with your lives, " Dumbledore advised, "Or start a new one."
~~~And there was the alternate chapter, thank you two my two reviewers of the last chapter, shdurrini and ambookworm
thanks,
ears91