The Masks People Wear
Illustrious Sorrow
Disclaimer: I realize that I forgot to put a disclaimer on my first chapter. I totally forgot. Anyway, Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me. They belong to J.K.Rowling and whoever is associated with the publishing, drawing, ect.
Chapter 2-Fights and Arrival
Harry stood against the wall with his wand ready to surprise the Death Eaters as they entered his room. Suddenly the door burst open and five death eaters streamed into his room.
"Give up quietly and no one gets hurt Potter." One of the death eaters demanded loudly, sounding like something out of a cheesy fanfic.
(a/n heheh, well, you know what I mean)
"Sorry to disappoint you." Harry said and muttered a spell, "Stupify! Expellimarus! Tarantangular! Serpensorsa!"
All were fired at the Death eaters though only two of them hit their targets. One death eater fell to the stunning spell and a large snake wrapped itself around another.
Just as he was preparing to fire more spells, a spell hit him. "Crucio!" The death eater laughed with a malicious smile as Harry sank to the ground in pain and then started in surprise when Harry didn't start screaming with the pain he personally knew the curse caused.
The other death eaters noticed this and added their curses to the original. Suddenly three Crudatious cruses were on Harry and yet he still wasn't screaming. The Death Eaters found this unnerving and began to add other curses to the three crucios. Harry's skin was beginning to split from the pressure of all the pain curses but he still didn't scream. Then another person joined the fray.
Within seconds the Death Eaters were all stunned, not expecting another wizard to interfere. This wizard was Albus Dumbledore. "Harry, child, can you hear me?" "P-professor? Wh-what are you do-ing here?" "I detected Dark Activity in your house so I immediately apparated over here." Harry nodded and closed his eyes.
"Harry, don't go to sleep." Albus said, his voice sounding slightly panicked, "Do you think you can stand?" "Y-yes s-s-sir." The older wizard doubted Harry really could stand, but was willing to give Harry a chance to try to stand himself. With a loud groan, Harry tried to pick himself off the floor, only to fall again after getting to his knees.
"Child, let me help you." "No. I can do it myself." Even in this dire situation Albus had to smile, this boy had so much determination, much like his mother. This time Harry nearly stood before falling; Albus caught him and supported the boy's weight. He frowned, the boy was much to light and Albus could tell that was supporting Harry totally, why was he so light?
Then he shook his head, this was not the time to be wondering about it. "Harry, I'm going to take you to the place you are going to be staying for the rest of the summer." "Hogwarts?" Asked Harry in a weary voice. "No." Said Albus, smiling sadly. This boy sounded so old, so tired. Like he had seen more then anyone should have. And he had.
"You will have to trust me Harry." "I do sir." "Good, now I'm going to apparate us." Harry only nodded in return. And then they were gone.
*******Five days later***
"Severus, have you seen Albus?" Minerva McGonagall asked. "No." Was all she got in return. "Because I haven't seen him in days and he said he'd be back once he picked up Harry and brought him back here." "Maybe he's in his office." Offered Professor Sprout, the Herbology professor, but Minerva shook her head.
"I've looked there, about five times a day for the past five days. It's like he disappeared." "Well, didn't you say he was going to pick up Mr. Potter? Why don't you go and check there?" Severus sneered. "I think I will. Thank you Severus." With that she stood up and began to walk out of the hall.
"Wait Minerva, I'm going to come with you." Came Remus Lupin's voice from behind her. "Oh, thank you Remus. Come on then, let's get past the apparation fields." The two professors' did so and appeared with a pop at number 4 Private Drive. "This is his house?" "Yes."
They walked up to the door and knocked loudly. After about a moment the door swung open to revel a large pink muggle boy. "Hello, is Mr. Potter here?" Minerva asked. This sentence had a strange effect on the boy. "N-n- no! He's not here! Mum! Those people are here again!" With that he ran off, hands clasped tightly to his bottom.
Then a thin horse faced women walked into view of the astonished professors. "What are you people doing at my house?" She hissed so venomously that Remus took a step back. "We would like to talk to Mr. Potter if you please." "No I don't please." "That's to bad." Remus snapped and shoved past the women, surprising Minerva. Lupin was normally extremely patient.
"Remus, what's wrong?" "I smell blood. Harry's blood." Minerva gasped, "Where?" "Upstairs." The two concerned professors ran up the stairs and flung open the door to Harry's room and stopped short in surprise. There were five death eaters sprawled out over the floor and blood dripping all over the wall across from them.
"That blood. That blood is Harry's." Remus said shakily. "Remus, can you smell Albus?" Remus sniffed the air slightly. With his werewolf blood, he had some 'abnormal' traits, one of which was an enhanced sense of smell. "Yes. He was here. But the thing is, it is mingled with Harry's at some points, as if he were holding Harry up. The only other people in here were these five." He gestured at the fallen death eaters.
(A/n Wow. The death eaters have been alive in Harry's room for five days and nobody noticed.)
"That means that they must have left of their own free will, right Remus?" "Right. But where did they go?" To this Minerva could only shake her head sadly. "Ron and Hermione must be told." Remus said suddenly. "Mr. Weasly and Ms. Granger? Wh- Oh." Minerva cut herself off as she remembered the best friends of Harry Potter.
"But what can we tell them? We don't know if he's alive or not." "We will tell them that Harry has disappeared and that they should keep the knowledge to themselves as long as possible." "Remus...Is it /possible/ that Harry...well, lived? There is a lot of blood here." "I think so, I think that when he left he was alive, but I can't be sure." Minerva left out a sob and began to collect the death eaters.
"We have to bring them to the ministry, they can't just stay here." "You're right, let's get going." With that they gathered all the death eaters and left for the ministry.
(A/n sorry if this scene seemed to fake but I'm not so good at how people will react to things like this, it's never come up in my life.)
***********Harry****
Albus labored over Harry's gaping wounds for the better part of five days. They were deep, caused by multiple Crudatious curses and other various pain and cutting curses. Harry didn't wake up for the entire time. Finally, Harry was totally healed though he would have several bad scars for the rest of his life. The worst of which, unfortunately, stretched from his right ear to the left side of his neck. It was very noticeable and he knew that Harry would hate it. Long clothing would cover the rest of the scars. There were five. One on his upper arm, Two on his right leg, and one tracing his ribs diagonally, and one more across his back.
One the sixth day Harry began to wake up. Harry opened his eyes to see a blurred ceiling. An unfamiliar blurred ceiling. Panicking, Harry reached out his arms, searching for his glasses. Suddenly they were gently placed on his face but a blurred man with a long beard who, once Harry got his glasses on, turned out to be Albus Dumbledore.
"Sir. Where am I and why am I here?" "Harry. What do you last remember?" "I had a really weird dream, it started with a grey fog and it was talking to me about my destiny and how it would be fulfilled and then it changed to Merlin again, and then it was back to the mist which then started talking about how my powers would begin to come."
"Interesting, we'll talk more about your dream later. What do you remember next?" Harry frowned. "Uhhhm, oh! Death Eaters came to get me! I got my wand and stunned one of them and set a snake on another. Then they put me under three crudatious curses and then under multiple other pain curses. Then you came and stunned them. That's all. Where am I?"
"You are in Merlin's Castle." "Oh. That's an....interesting name." "It's not a name Harry. This really is Merlin's castle." "But professor, Merlin's castle is just a myth...isn't it?" Albus smiled, "No it isn't, I'll explain later. How are you feeling?" "Fine." Harry answered automatically.
Albus just raised his eyebrows, "Really?" "Yes." "Harry, I want the truth." Harry sighed, "I feel...sore." "Just sore?" "And dizzy." "The dizziness is from the cruses, as is the soreness. Both of which should be gone by tomorrow." Albus hesitated. "Harry, there is something you should know." "What sir?" Asked Harry.
"When the curses were cast on you, your skin spilt open. You have six bad scars from it." Harry paled, "Where?" "Five are on your legs, arms, or stomach, but the last is over your face. It is very large." If it was possible, Harry paled even more. "May I look in a mirror?" Albus silently handed him one.
Harry cautiously looked into the small mirror and cried out in shock at what he saw there. "Professor, everyone will notice that. People will want to know what happened, they'll stare at me more." The last part of that statement was delivered in a whisper. "I'm sorry Harry. It was the best I could do."
This caught Harry's attention. "The best you could do? What happened to Madame Pomfery? Why am I here instead of at school?" "Harry, this is a lot to take in but Madame Pomfery doesn't exist yet. Nobody you know does." "Sir, what do you mean?" "I What I mean Harry, is that I have taken you into the past. To the time I was first born in." "Why?" "Because it is here you will train to use your new and coming powers."
"What powers?" "The powers you get from being my grandson, along with being the heir to Gryffindore." "What? How? Why didn't you..." "Why didn't I tell you before?" "Well, yeah." "I didn't tell you before because I didn't want you to grow up in my shadow. I wanted to give you a chance to live a normal childhood. To be safe from our kind. I was going to tell you during your first year, but when I saw you I couldn't. I was afraid you'd be mad at me."
This confession shocked Harry. Albus Dumbledore was scared of something. Not an evil wizard, no, of a fifteen-year-old boy. "Professor, I am not mad, only a little confused." "That is to be expected." "What did you mean when you said I was the heir to Gryffindor?" Harry asked, only now remembering that part of the conversation.
"You get that from your father." "Does Voldemort know?" "He knows that you are the Heir to Gryffindor. That is why he tried to kill you and your family that night. Lily, your mother, was my daughter. I was forced to giver her up when her mother died giving birth. It was too risky for any child of mine. Nobody knows at Lily was mine expect for me and the doctor who delivered the baby."
"Oh." That was really all Harry could think of to say, then, "What should I call you?" "I don't know. You could call me Grandfather if you would like, or if that makes you uncomfortable, you could call me Albus." "What would you prefer." "Well, you are my only grandchild...so I wouldn't mind if you called me Grandfather." "Alright then I will...Grandfather."
Albus smiled, but then sobered up quickly. "I am afraid there is yet another thing I must tell you." "What's that?" "I am sorry for not telling you, but you must understand, nobody else knows. It was necessary to do this when I did it, as was keeping it a secret."
Harry fidgeted, looking nervous. "You know how you have been having dreams about Merlin Harry?" Harry nodded. "The reason for that is because you have a blood connection with him. A strong one. In fact you have even met him." Harry looked at Albus suspiciously and Albus thrust ahead. "You see, Merlin is your Grandfather, Merlin is....Me."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Authors Note: Well, I didn't really change too much in this chapter, but yeah.Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. And Kasamaru, I know that I have a thing for scars. Leave me alone. Yup, that's it. The next chapter should be up soon.
hphgrw0108- Thanks for reviewing, Glad you liked the first chapter so much. Hope you liked this one as well. momma-dar- Glad you liked the chapter, please, tell me what you think of this one. Jay- Yeah, I agree, the first chapter was boring, It will probably a bit slow for the first three chapters or so. Nelum- Glad you're so happy about it. Makes me fell all warm and fuzzy in side *Big Grin* hope you liked this chapter, I'll try not to disappoint you. Kasamaru- Glad you liked it, hope you like this one as well.
Illustrious Sorrow
Disclaimer: I realize that I forgot to put a disclaimer on my first chapter. I totally forgot. Anyway, Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me. They belong to J.K.Rowling and whoever is associated with the publishing, drawing, ect.
Chapter 2-Fights and Arrival
Harry stood against the wall with his wand ready to surprise the Death Eaters as they entered his room. Suddenly the door burst open and five death eaters streamed into his room.
"Give up quietly and no one gets hurt Potter." One of the death eaters demanded loudly, sounding like something out of a cheesy fanfic.
(a/n heheh, well, you know what I mean)
"Sorry to disappoint you." Harry said and muttered a spell, "Stupify! Expellimarus! Tarantangular! Serpensorsa!"
All were fired at the Death eaters though only two of them hit their targets. One death eater fell to the stunning spell and a large snake wrapped itself around another.
Just as he was preparing to fire more spells, a spell hit him. "Crucio!" The death eater laughed with a malicious smile as Harry sank to the ground in pain and then started in surprise when Harry didn't start screaming with the pain he personally knew the curse caused.
The other death eaters noticed this and added their curses to the original. Suddenly three Crudatious cruses were on Harry and yet he still wasn't screaming. The Death Eaters found this unnerving and began to add other curses to the three crucios. Harry's skin was beginning to split from the pressure of all the pain curses but he still didn't scream. Then another person joined the fray.
Within seconds the Death Eaters were all stunned, not expecting another wizard to interfere. This wizard was Albus Dumbledore. "Harry, child, can you hear me?" "P-professor? Wh-what are you do-ing here?" "I detected Dark Activity in your house so I immediately apparated over here." Harry nodded and closed his eyes.
"Harry, don't go to sleep." Albus said, his voice sounding slightly panicked, "Do you think you can stand?" "Y-yes s-s-sir." The older wizard doubted Harry really could stand, but was willing to give Harry a chance to try to stand himself. With a loud groan, Harry tried to pick himself off the floor, only to fall again after getting to his knees.
"Child, let me help you." "No. I can do it myself." Even in this dire situation Albus had to smile, this boy had so much determination, much like his mother. This time Harry nearly stood before falling; Albus caught him and supported the boy's weight. He frowned, the boy was much to light and Albus could tell that was supporting Harry totally, why was he so light?
Then he shook his head, this was not the time to be wondering about it. "Harry, I'm going to take you to the place you are going to be staying for the rest of the summer." "Hogwarts?" Asked Harry in a weary voice. "No." Said Albus, smiling sadly. This boy sounded so old, so tired. Like he had seen more then anyone should have. And he had.
"You will have to trust me Harry." "I do sir." "Good, now I'm going to apparate us." Harry only nodded in return. And then they were gone.
*******Five days later***
"Severus, have you seen Albus?" Minerva McGonagall asked. "No." Was all she got in return. "Because I haven't seen him in days and he said he'd be back once he picked up Harry and brought him back here." "Maybe he's in his office." Offered Professor Sprout, the Herbology professor, but Minerva shook her head.
"I've looked there, about five times a day for the past five days. It's like he disappeared." "Well, didn't you say he was going to pick up Mr. Potter? Why don't you go and check there?" Severus sneered. "I think I will. Thank you Severus." With that she stood up and began to walk out of the hall.
"Wait Minerva, I'm going to come with you." Came Remus Lupin's voice from behind her. "Oh, thank you Remus. Come on then, let's get past the apparation fields." The two professors' did so and appeared with a pop at number 4 Private Drive. "This is his house?" "Yes."
They walked up to the door and knocked loudly. After about a moment the door swung open to revel a large pink muggle boy. "Hello, is Mr. Potter here?" Minerva asked. This sentence had a strange effect on the boy. "N-n- no! He's not here! Mum! Those people are here again!" With that he ran off, hands clasped tightly to his bottom.
Then a thin horse faced women walked into view of the astonished professors. "What are you people doing at my house?" She hissed so venomously that Remus took a step back. "We would like to talk to Mr. Potter if you please." "No I don't please." "That's to bad." Remus snapped and shoved past the women, surprising Minerva. Lupin was normally extremely patient.
"Remus, what's wrong?" "I smell blood. Harry's blood." Minerva gasped, "Where?" "Upstairs." The two concerned professors ran up the stairs and flung open the door to Harry's room and stopped short in surprise. There were five death eaters sprawled out over the floor and blood dripping all over the wall across from them.
"That blood. That blood is Harry's." Remus said shakily. "Remus, can you smell Albus?" Remus sniffed the air slightly. With his werewolf blood, he had some 'abnormal' traits, one of which was an enhanced sense of smell. "Yes. He was here. But the thing is, it is mingled with Harry's at some points, as if he were holding Harry up. The only other people in here were these five." He gestured at the fallen death eaters.
(A/n Wow. The death eaters have been alive in Harry's room for five days and nobody noticed.)
"That means that they must have left of their own free will, right Remus?" "Right. But where did they go?" To this Minerva could only shake her head sadly. "Ron and Hermione must be told." Remus said suddenly. "Mr. Weasly and Ms. Granger? Wh- Oh." Minerva cut herself off as she remembered the best friends of Harry Potter.
"But what can we tell them? We don't know if he's alive or not." "We will tell them that Harry has disappeared and that they should keep the knowledge to themselves as long as possible." "Remus...Is it /possible/ that Harry...well, lived? There is a lot of blood here." "I think so, I think that when he left he was alive, but I can't be sure." Minerva left out a sob and began to collect the death eaters.
"We have to bring them to the ministry, they can't just stay here." "You're right, let's get going." With that they gathered all the death eaters and left for the ministry.
(A/n sorry if this scene seemed to fake but I'm not so good at how people will react to things like this, it's never come up in my life.)
***********Harry****
Albus labored over Harry's gaping wounds for the better part of five days. They were deep, caused by multiple Crudatious curses and other various pain and cutting curses. Harry didn't wake up for the entire time. Finally, Harry was totally healed though he would have several bad scars for the rest of his life. The worst of which, unfortunately, stretched from his right ear to the left side of his neck. It was very noticeable and he knew that Harry would hate it. Long clothing would cover the rest of the scars. There were five. One on his upper arm, Two on his right leg, and one tracing his ribs diagonally, and one more across his back.
One the sixth day Harry began to wake up. Harry opened his eyes to see a blurred ceiling. An unfamiliar blurred ceiling. Panicking, Harry reached out his arms, searching for his glasses. Suddenly they were gently placed on his face but a blurred man with a long beard who, once Harry got his glasses on, turned out to be Albus Dumbledore.
"Sir. Where am I and why am I here?" "Harry. What do you last remember?" "I had a really weird dream, it started with a grey fog and it was talking to me about my destiny and how it would be fulfilled and then it changed to Merlin again, and then it was back to the mist which then started talking about how my powers would begin to come."
"Interesting, we'll talk more about your dream later. What do you remember next?" Harry frowned. "Uhhhm, oh! Death Eaters came to get me! I got my wand and stunned one of them and set a snake on another. Then they put me under three crudatious curses and then under multiple other pain curses. Then you came and stunned them. That's all. Where am I?"
"You are in Merlin's Castle." "Oh. That's an....interesting name." "It's not a name Harry. This really is Merlin's castle." "But professor, Merlin's castle is just a myth...isn't it?" Albus smiled, "No it isn't, I'll explain later. How are you feeling?" "Fine." Harry answered automatically.
Albus just raised his eyebrows, "Really?" "Yes." "Harry, I want the truth." Harry sighed, "I feel...sore." "Just sore?" "And dizzy." "The dizziness is from the cruses, as is the soreness. Both of which should be gone by tomorrow." Albus hesitated. "Harry, there is something you should know." "What sir?" Asked Harry.
"When the curses were cast on you, your skin spilt open. You have six bad scars from it." Harry paled, "Where?" "Five are on your legs, arms, or stomach, but the last is over your face. It is very large." If it was possible, Harry paled even more. "May I look in a mirror?" Albus silently handed him one.
Harry cautiously looked into the small mirror and cried out in shock at what he saw there. "Professor, everyone will notice that. People will want to know what happened, they'll stare at me more." The last part of that statement was delivered in a whisper. "I'm sorry Harry. It was the best I could do."
This caught Harry's attention. "The best you could do? What happened to Madame Pomfery? Why am I here instead of at school?" "Harry, this is a lot to take in but Madame Pomfery doesn't exist yet. Nobody you know does." "Sir, what do you mean?" "I What I mean Harry, is that I have taken you into the past. To the time I was first born in." "Why?" "Because it is here you will train to use your new and coming powers."
"What powers?" "The powers you get from being my grandson, along with being the heir to Gryffindore." "What? How? Why didn't you..." "Why didn't I tell you before?" "Well, yeah." "I didn't tell you before because I didn't want you to grow up in my shadow. I wanted to give you a chance to live a normal childhood. To be safe from our kind. I was going to tell you during your first year, but when I saw you I couldn't. I was afraid you'd be mad at me."
This confession shocked Harry. Albus Dumbledore was scared of something. Not an evil wizard, no, of a fifteen-year-old boy. "Professor, I am not mad, only a little confused." "That is to be expected." "What did you mean when you said I was the heir to Gryffindor?" Harry asked, only now remembering that part of the conversation.
"You get that from your father." "Does Voldemort know?" "He knows that you are the Heir to Gryffindor. That is why he tried to kill you and your family that night. Lily, your mother, was my daughter. I was forced to giver her up when her mother died giving birth. It was too risky for any child of mine. Nobody knows at Lily was mine expect for me and the doctor who delivered the baby."
"Oh." That was really all Harry could think of to say, then, "What should I call you?" "I don't know. You could call me Grandfather if you would like, or if that makes you uncomfortable, you could call me Albus." "What would you prefer." "Well, you are my only grandchild...so I wouldn't mind if you called me Grandfather." "Alright then I will...Grandfather."
Albus smiled, but then sobered up quickly. "I am afraid there is yet another thing I must tell you." "What's that?" "I am sorry for not telling you, but you must understand, nobody else knows. It was necessary to do this when I did it, as was keeping it a secret."
Harry fidgeted, looking nervous. "You know how you have been having dreams about Merlin Harry?" Harry nodded. "The reason for that is because you have a blood connection with him. A strong one. In fact you have even met him." Harry looked at Albus suspiciously and Albus thrust ahead. "You see, Merlin is your Grandfather, Merlin is....Me."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Authors Note: Well, I didn't really change too much in this chapter, but yeah.Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. And Kasamaru, I know that I have a thing for scars. Leave me alone. Yup, that's it. The next chapter should be up soon.
hphgrw0108- Thanks for reviewing, Glad you liked the first chapter so much. Hope you liked this one as well. momma-dar- Glad you liked the chapter, please, tell me what you think of this one. Jay- Yeah, I agree, the first chapter was boring, It will probably a bit slow for the first three chapters or so. Nelum- Glad you're so happy about it. Makes me fell all warm and fuzzy in side *Big Grin* hope you liked this chapter, I'll try not to disappoint you. Kasamaru- Glad you liked it, hope you like this one as well.