author's note- i'm not sure whether i should put disclaimers on every chapter but i'll just be on the safe side and i will. thank you everyone for your reviews and special thanks to "certain people" for making me keep the story (you know who you are)
disclaimer- i do not in anyway own any of the harry potter characters or plot. it all belongs to j.k. rowling.
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Harry was confused. Had he imagined something? He thought he had just seen a dark cloak whip out of his doorway. The only person he could think of who would be in a black cloak and hiding in his bedroom was...
But that couldn't be possible. Voldemort couldn't come here. Dumbledore had placed a charm that would not allow Voldemort at his aunt and uncle's house.
That wasn't true, he thought. Dumbledore had said Voldemort could not touch him while he was at his relatives place. He never mentioned that Voldemort could not come to the house.
Harry shivered. He lay back in bed. In the morning he would write to Dumbledore. It could wait until then. No need to wake him up so early. He fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Dumbledore, in fact, was not asleep.
There was a man sitting across from him at a table in a bar far away. A man with untidy dark brown hair with gray hairs, and a thin face.
"We have discussed this many times over, Timothy," Dumbledore sighed, "you may not visit the boy. It would be to risky."
"I still don't see why he cannot know. He's old enough by now. And he has now lost every parent-figure he has ever had," the man called Timothy argued, "he needs someone like me in his life..." He trailed off, looking tired.
"I have told you before, Harry must stay at his aunt and uncle's house. If he knew you existed and that you might be an option, we would never be able to keep him there. That is just one of the reasons. There are countless others in which i have already discussed with you. He can not know."
"But he's sixteen already!" Tim chimed in, "he can handle the knowledge. He is responsible enough to stay at his aunt and uncle's house."
"Imagine what this news would mean to Voldemort." (Tim flinched) "He has already reached so far into the Harry's mind that he can control his movements, his thoughts. The knowledge that you are still alive would not stay a secret. And that knowledge would be deadly."
Tim could not think of an excuse for that one. It was perfectly true. He looked at the table.
Dumbledore continued. "I think you know perfectly well that you should not have gone to Privet drive this evening, so I will not waste my breath telling you that you were wrong. And if, as you say, the boy did see you, we can only hope he did not recognize you, even if it has been 15 years. He will no doubt send an owl regarding you if he did. You must have given him quite a shock, seeing as it is widely known that Voldemort is after him."
Tim kept on looking down. Dumbledore was right. He was always right. He should not have gone. He could not help it. He needed Harry as much as Harry would have needed him (if Harry had known he was alive). He was sure of it.
"Now that it is clear, I believe that is all for today. Just remember Timothy, the boy can not know." Dumbledore gazed at the man before him, and when Tim looked into those twinkling blue eyes, he was overwhelmed with complete trust. He nodded, and got up.
As he left the bar, he happened to pass the bartender. As the bartender looked up, he called out,
"bye Mr. Potter."
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Next chapter most likely to be a lot more about Timothy Potter. I know that after this not-very-revealing chapter everyone must have many questions. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible!
disclaimer- i do not in anyway own any of the harry potter characters or plot. it all belongs to j.k. rowling.
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Harry was confused. Had he imagined something? He thought he had just seen a dark cloak whip out of his doorway. The only person he could think of who would be in a black cloak and hiding in his bedroom was...
But that couldn't be possible. Voldemort couldn't come here. Dumbledore had placed a charm that would not allow Voldemort at his aunt and uncle's house.
That wasn't true, he thought. Dumbledore had said Voldemort could not touch him while he was at his relatives place. He never mentioned that Voldemort could not come to the house.
Harry shivered. He lay back in bed. In the morning he would write to Dumbledore. It could wait until then. No need to wake him up so early. He fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Dumbledore, in fact, was not asleep.
There was a man sitting across from him at a table in a bar far away. A man with untidy dark brown hair with gray hairs, and a thin face.
"We have discussed this many times over, Timothy," Dumbledore sighed, "you may not visit the boy. It would be to risky."
"I still don't see why he cannot know. He's old enough by now. And he has now lost every parent-figure he has ever had," the man called Timothy argued, "he needs someone like me in his life..." He trailed off, looking tired.
"I have told you before, Harry must stay at his aunt and uncle's house. If he knew you existed and that you might be an option, we would never be able to keep him there. That is just one of the reasons. There are countless others in which i have already discussed with you. He can not know."
"But he's sixteen already!" Tim chimed in, "he can handle the knowledge. He is responsible enough to stay at his aunt and uncle's house."
"Imagine what this news would mean to Voldemort." (Tim flinched) "He has already reached so far into the Harry's mind that he can control his movements, his thoughts. The knowledge that you are still alive would not stay a secret. And that knowledge would be deadly."
Tim could not think of an excuse for that one. It was perfectly true. He looked at the table.
Dumbledore continued. "I think you know perfectly well that you should not have gone to Privet drive this evening, so I will not waste my breath telling you that you were wrong. And if, as you say, the boy did see you, we can only hope he did not recognize you, even if it has been 15 years. He will no doubt send an owl regarding you if he did. You must have given him quite a shock, seeing as it is widely known that Voldemort is after him."
Tim kept on looking down. Dumbledore was right. He was always right. He should not have gone. He could not help it. He needed Harry as much as Harry would have needed him (if Harry had known he was alive). He was sure of it.
"Now that it is clear, I believe that is all for today. Just remember Timothy, the boy can not know." Dumbledore gazed at the man before him, and when Tim looked into those twinkling blue eyes, he was overwhelmed with complete trust. He nodded, and got up.
As he left the bar, he happened to pass the bartender. As the bartender looked up, he called out,
"bye Mr. Potter."
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Next chapter most likely to be a lot more about Timothy Potter. I know that after this not-very-revealing chapter everyone must have many questions. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible!