Chapter Eleven-The Discussion
Harry smiled as his 1st year class filed into the room and took their usual seats. Most of them began to talk for a few minutes, while he opened his book up to the part about the Dark Lord.
"All right, first off good morning everyone, I hope you all did your homework, did anyone find out who survived the Killing Curse?" Harry asked, a bunch of kids raised their hands.
"All right, single file line right here, and the first five to get it right get the points," he said. Within minutes six kids were lined up. The first five got the points, and Harry had the sixth girl tell him so it was fair to her.
"Okay, now let's see what we know. Let's start with the beginning, someone tell me what the Dark Lord's real name was, and I don't mean You Know Who, only cowards call him that, and no one in here is a coward." Harry said. One girl in the back for Slytherin raised her hand.
"Becky," he called on her.
"Voldemort, but when before becoming the Dark Lord he was called Tom Marvolo Riddle," she said smiling with pride.
"Very good Becky. Start telling me things, I don't want it to stop, whatever you know shout it out, we'll discuss things," he said smiling.
"Voldemort's largest enemy was you," one kid answered.
"Wrong, I was an enemy, however, his largest enemy was those who turned against him and Dumbledore," Harry said.
"His followers were called Deatheaters," one student called out.
"Right, can anyone tell me why?"
"Because they killed for him," one child answered questionably.
"Explain to me what a Deatheater was and what they usually did," Harry said as he continued to write down points.
"Weren't they often Slytherin and children of Slytherin with Dark Marks on the inside of their elbows," Jamie said.
"Very good Jamie, yes, let me explain something you may not know. When Voldemort was in high power, her would call his followers by this mark, the marks, were a human skull with a snake protruding from it's mouth. It's a very distinct mark, and there's former Deatheater at this school as well as one among the Ministry, however they turned into spies long ago. When he called you, the dark mark would burn, like a fire, it would turn fire smoke black, the pain was unlike anything in the world. It's something you were forced to live with for the rest of your life."
"How long did it last?" Alex asked.
"The burning could last for hours, or moments. You didn't dare not answer for the Dark Lord was temperamental, he was also very fond of the Craticus Curse," Harry explained.
"Did he ever kill his followers?" Another student asked.
"No, not unless he thought they were lousy followers or they were traders. Crossing Voldemort wasn't something many people did. Most were afraid of him. Most knew he was powerful, and didn't want to know what might happen if they messed with him in the wrong way."
"How did you survive," one student asked.
"Love," Harry said simply.
"What?" One student asked. Harry smiled, they all looked so engrossed.
"Voldemort is pure evil, hatred, anything and everything that is evil that's what he was made of. My mother, when I was an infant, she died protecting me, and that's something that even the most powerful evil can't destroy. You can't kill such a pure and selfless act. It wasn't that Voldemort didn't want to, he couldn't. The only thing that happened when he fired that curse at me is the scar on my head," Harry said, pushing his bangs up the reveal the red scar.
"Wow," a couple kids said. Harry smiled.
"The curse nearly killed him, he spent ten years trying to gain back his power, and it wasn't until my first year here that he did."
"What happened?" Steffi asked.
"Did you do your homework?" He asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Then you tell me," Harry said.
"He shared the body of Professor Quirrell, and you were almost killed," Steffi said.
"Before you ask, yes that really did happen. However we are not here to talk about me, but you guys and the Dark Lord," he said smiling.
"You seem so happy, did it affect you?" One student asked.
"Yes, I did. Amazingly enough the happiest moments of my life were in this school, even with Voldemort baring down on my neck, I lived here with all my friends, my foes, and unknowingly my father."
"Is Voldemort dead now?" Alex asked.
"That is a question I can't answer at the moment," Harry said.
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Severus sighed as he walked towards the Great Hall for lunch, today had been a reasonably good day. Suddenly a pain ripped through his arm.
"Dammit," he hissed as he suddenly slid down the wall holding his arm tightly, waiting for the pain to subside. He pulled up the sleeve of his robes and looked at the black mark, shuddering he took a deep breath and tried to center the pain.
Suddenly it was as though he were standing in the circle, he saw the faces of some of Voldemort's former death eaters. He gasped as he recognized a couple, and his eyes landed on Jamie's two new friends, then they suddenly landed on Jamie's thin form, his arm being held out as he watched Voldemort with fear.
"NO!" He yelled. He stood up suddenly and barged through the doors to the Great Hall, where everyone stopped and stared at him. He looked over to the Slytherin table for his grandson.
Seeing the boy no where he cursed silently, he looked up at Harry and Dumbledore, both men began looking and noticed several of the older Slytherins were missing, along with some of the first years.
"Shit," Harry whispered, he got up and walked hurriedly over towards his other son.
"Where's your brother?" He asked his son.
"How would I know, I don't even speak to him," Alex responded.
"Damn your brother," Severus said as he hurried out the Great Hall, his son right on his trails.
"JAMIE!" Harry yelled as they entered the Slytherin Common Room.
"JAMIESON!" Harry continued to yell loudly.
"He's there," Severus said.
"What are we supposed to do now," Harry asked, worry written all over his face.
"That boy," Severus said. Suddenly Hermione entered the room.
"Harry?" She asked. He turned to look at his wife, her eyes filled with tears, her lower lip shaking.
"Honey," he began, how was he supposed to tell her, that her baby boy could be in very deep trouble at this very moment. He quickly walked towards her as she searched his eyes for from sign.
"Hermione," he stopped again.
"Oh god, please," she said shaking her hand. She hurled herself into Harry's arms and began to sob. He just held her, looking back at his father.
"I'd go, but… shit we'd both be killed, and that wouldn't do anyone any good," Severus whispered.
"I know," Harry said as he rubbed his sobbing wife's back.
"What if he dies…" she cried. Harry shook his head.
"No beautiful, I don't think Voldemort is going to do that. He's going to use Jamie against us. That requires him to be alive," Harry explained softly.
"So what do we do, just wait?" She asked.
"That's all we can do Hermione. He'll be back in a few hours, I suspect it's time I had a serious talk with him," Severus said, walking over and touching her pretty face.
"How did this happen?" She asked.
"His two friends most likely. Look honey, all we can do right now is hope for the best," Harry said touching her cheek. She looked at him and then buried her head in his chest.
"I'm sorry you guys," Severus said.
"It's not your fault, he made this choice, not you," Harry said.
"No, but I probably pushed him."
"No, if anyone pushed it was me, however this isn't the right time to blame anyone," Harry whispered.
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Severus waited in the common room for two hours. Harry had taken his wife upstairs to their Chamber, so she could calm down and perhaps be alone with Harry, Roxy had been flooed and would be coming with the girls, so they could remain with Harry and Hermione now. Severus realized that within the next few days security would be an issue with everyone on the teaching staff.
It was nearly three when Freddie, Patrick and Jamie walked through the porthole, laughing and talking with each other.
"I'm glad you're so happy, because it's about to end. Freddie and Patrick may I speak to Jamie alone please," the two boys nodded and quickly left.
"My office now please," Severus said. Together grandson and grandfather headed towards the office. Once inside Severus placed a silencing charm on the office and stared at the boy in front of him.
"Show it to me," Severus said.
"Show you what?"
"The mark, roll up your sleeve or I'll do it myself," Severus said.
"What are you talking about?" Jamie said.
"If you have nothing to hide push up both sleeves past your elbows," Jamie shook his head no.
"Why should I."
"Because I said so," grabbing his grandson tightly by the arm he pushed the sleeve up and gasped.
"What in the hell is your problem. Do you not understand evil at first sight?" Severus asked as he gripped Jamie's shoulders. The Dark Mark on the boy's left elbow.
"What are you talking about?"
"Voldemort will kill your father, me and your brother if he gets the chance, or do you not understand that?"
"What, Voldemort plans no such thing," Jamie said.
"He lied to you Jamie, dammit the man is good at that, he's been doing it since I was young!"
"You're a Slytherin you're supposed to be on his side," Jamie spit.
"That's how I know Jamie, I was," Severus said shaking the boy.
"Yeah, he told us about you," Jamie spat.
"Jamie, you will not remain a Deatheater," Severus said.
"There's nothing you can do to stop me," Jamie yelled.
"Damn straight I can…"
"Expelliarmus!" Jamie said with all the force within him. Amazingly it worked, Severus was sent flying against the wall and knocked out.
"Voldemort will win," Jamie said as he left the room.