Title: Part One: Little Wizard Potter
Author: Calliope--Themuse02@yahoo.com
Webjournal: NONE
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: MA15+ (may change later on in fic)
On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series:Heirs of Power series
Classification(s): Lemon/AU/Song-fic epic
Warnings: Yaoi/Angst/Violence/Chan (Y.A.V.C.)
Pairing(s):Harry/Severus(Once agin ;)) other pairings later on in the fic,
or when I think about it.
Author's Notes: Oh look, I think I'm gonna come up with a few more pairings. Course, those are going to be surprises coming later on in the fic. WOO-Ha!
A/N: So sorry it took so long for updates, but y'know I've been working on another story and I'm just oh so lazy. :*-)
Dedications: Special thanks to my "Evil Editors", aka betas: Tasty, War_Goddess and secret_daybreaker. If there's anything wrong, blame them. I'm kidding! Thanks for the ideas ;p!
CHAPTER FOUR--
I'M A WHAT?!!!
(added on 12/31/2003)
"Please, Harry," Dumbledore said kindly. "Get comfortable."
Harry tried. He really tried, but with that intense gaze locked on his pale form all he could manage was trying not to fidget. He nibbled his lip and settled into his chair waiting for Dumbledore to explain why he held him back from joining his friends, who, no doubt right now, were plundering his things, thinking that the wizards had perhaps finished him off and left him for dead in the orphanage forest.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry sat up straight in attention.
"The story that I told your relatives," Dumbledore began. Harry nodded. "It is quite true." Harry gulped. "The wizarding founders had abandoned this castle and all its secrets because they thought it had been a failure to start it."
"Please, sir," Harry interrupted slowly. "Can you answer me some questions?"
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry continued. "Why are you so sure this is the school? And what's it got to do with me? Or the others?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Let me tell you a story, young Potter. Now, it begins nearly fifteen, perhaps sixteen, years ago, during a time of great despair and darkness. When a madman had tried to destroy the delicate balance of the world of Sanctum.
"It had been a great war, with many losses, and there would have been many more, had not something extraordinary happened."
Harry sat on the edge of his seat, captured with curiousity of Dumbledore's tale. The twinkle in the older man's blue eyes shone brighter.
"It had been a strange night, those many years ago," Dumbledore continued. "A night where the tables of war had turned. You see, young Potter, there had been a resistence against the madman who styled himself as Lord Voldemort. A great many of brave individuals, who'd sacrificed their lives for the cause of good. Well, Voldemort had found many of these individuals out, and had began hunting them, to crush the side of light. And that night, he had stumbled upon a house in the town of Godric's Hollow, not a few miles away from here. There had been a wizarding family in that house, with a beautiful baby boy. Voldemort had viciously attacked them, killing off the two parents."
Harry gave a start at that and nibbled his lip, staring at the grimy floor of the Great Hall. The two wizarding parents had been killed, viciously murdered by this--this Lord Voldemort. How awful. How terribly, horribly awful. He looked up to find that Dumbledore was not looking at him, but was instead looking passed him towards the doors. He turned and looked and saw the man called Severus standing there quietly. His dark eyes swept over Harry and Dumbledore appraisingly, before he came forward with the deed in his hands.
"It it done, " he said in his milky smooth voice, and settled down beside Dumbledore. "Does he know?"
Harry met Severus' eyes in surprise, but then quickly looked away, a blush covering his cheeks, when that black eyed gaze drew him into the two twin holes of black darkness.
"I am telling him now, Severus," Dumbledore replied and turned back to Harry. The young boy spoke up.
"Please, sir, continue," he implored,"What happened next. To the child?" Dumbledore nodded.
"A strange thing had happened," Dumbledore continued as if Severus had never come into the room and interrupted them. "A very strange thing. At the moment of the mother's death, Lord Voldemort had cast a spell, a most unforgiveable curse, to kill off the child--"Harry stiffened at that--" and in that moment a counter curse had been cast, which had sent the effects of Voldemort's curse upon him threefold, ultimately causing his downfall. The people who had been with him scattered, and the child had been saved. The war had ended."
Harry sat in silence for a moment, letting this information sink in. He frowned and looked up, meeting Dumbledore's eyes.
"But what does that have to do with Hogwarts? Or any of us here?"
"It has everything to do with you and this place," Dumbledore replied. "You see, Harry, the child had been saved by one of Voldemort's number who had been a spy for the Light. And when the proper authorities had arrived, the child had been taken away."
"I still don't understand. Who's the child? And what's so important about him?" Harry asked.
"He is important for what had happened that night," Dumbledore responded. "He is important because he is the only who had survived an attack from Voldemort."
"But who is he?" Harry pressed. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled like stars.
"The child can be identified by a scar, a lightning shaped scar, on his forehead,"Dumbledore replied. Harry's eyes widened slowly with dawning horror and surprise.
"A s-s-scar?" And his hand immediately flew to his forehead, where, indeed, there rested a lightning shaped scar like the one Dumbledore spoke of. Harry stuttered.
"A-a-are y-y-you s-s-saying th-th-that I-I'm th-th-the--"
"You are that child, Harry."
Harry shot up from his chair, sending it toppling to the floor. "Wh-Wh- What??!!! But that can't be! I don't have any magick! I'm Harry Potter. I'm Harry! Just Harry!"
"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "And your mother and father were James and Lily Potter, killed by Voldemort."
Harry shook his head. "No! That's not what I mean. I don't have magick. I don't have anything. I've never done anything extraordinary! Never!" His breathing increased in panick. "You don't have any proof."
"On the contrary," Dumbledore said solemnly. "I have the one who saved you."
"Where?!" Harry shouted. "Where?!"
"Calm down, Mr. Potter," came the silky, smooth drawl. "I'm right here."
Harry met the bored gaze of Severus as the older wizard watched him in barely contained disgust. Harry gulped and turned back to Dumbledore.
"It's not true. That was sixteen years ago. How do you know it's really me? That kid could've grown up and looks completely different now!"
"I'll never forget that night," Severus hissed. And Harry looked at him in very really fear and terror. He sank to the floor.
"This can't be happening,"he whispered.
"Never the less it is, Mr, Potter," Severus snapped unkindly. Dumbledore shot him a look.
"What about the others?"Harry asked. He looked up from the floor. "What about them?"
"Some of them are wizards," Dumbledore said vaguely. "Some of them are not."
"But you don't know," Harry replied. "How will you find out?"
"We have ways," Dumbledore replied cryptically. Harry shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. The silence that settled about them was so thick it could've been cut with a knife. Harry gave a shuddering sigh.
"Severus," Dumbledore began. "Perhaps you should take Harry up to his rooms." Severus gave a derisive snort.
"N-no," Harry said breaking his silence. "I-I can handle myself."
"Are you sure, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with some concern. Harry rose from the floor, nodding vaguely.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright then," Dumbledore said slowly. "Good night, Harry."
"Good night, sir," he replied quietly and started off towards the Great Hall doors and further onto the tower he shared with the others.
"Do you think that was wise, Albus?" Severus asked when Harry had left the massive room. Dumbledore was quiet for a moment. Finally," He needed to know, Severus."
There was silence from the dark clad man.
Author's Notes: Oh look, I think I'm gonna come up with a few more pairings. Course, those are going to be surprises coming later on in the fic. WOO-Ha!
A/N: So sorry it took so long for updates, but y'know I've been working on another story and I'm just oh so lazy. :*-)
Dedications: Special thanks to my "Evil Editors", aka betas: Tasty, War_Goddess and secret_daybreaker. If there's anything wrong, blame them. I'm kidding! Thanks for the ideas ;p!
CHAPTER FOUR--
I'M A WHAT?!!!
(added on 12/31/2003)
"Please, Harry," Dumbledore said kindly. "Get comfortable."
Harry tried. He really tried, but with that intense gaze locked on his pale form all he could manage was trying not to fidget. He nibbled his lip and settled into his chair waiting for Dumbledore to explain why he held him back from joining his friends, who, no doubt right now, were plundering his things, thinking that the wizards had perhaps finished him off and left him for dead in the orphanage forest.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry sat up straight in attention.
"The story that I told your relatives," Dumbledore began. Harry nodded. "It is quite true." Harry gulped. "The wizarding founders had abandoned this castle and all its secrets because they thought it had been a failure to start it."
"Please, sir," Harry interrupted slowly. "Can you answer me some questions?"
Dumbledore nodded.
Harry continued. "Why are you so sure this is the school? And what's it got to do with me? Or the others?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Let me tell you a story, young Potter. Now, it begins nearly fifteen, perhaps sixteen, years ago, during a time of great despair and darkness. When a madman had tried to destroy the delicate balance of the world of Sanctum.
"It had been a great war, with many losses, and there would have been many more, had not something extraordinary happened."
Harry sat on the edge of his seat, captured with curiousity of Dumbledore's tale. The twinkle in the older man's blue eyes shone brighter.
"It had been a strange night, those many years ago," Dumbledore continued. "A night where the tables of war had turned. You see, young Potter, there had been a resistence against the madman who styled himself as Lord Voldemort. A great many of brave individuals, who'd sacrificed their lives for the cause of good. Well, Voldemort had found many of these individuals out, and had began hunting them, to crush the side of light. And that night, he had stumbled upon a house in the town of Godric's Hollow, not a few miles away from here. There had been a wizarding family in that house, with a beautiful baby boy. Voldemort had viciously attacked them, killing off the two parents."
Harry gave a start at that and nibbled his lip, staring at the grimy floor of the Great Hall. The two wizarding parents had been killed, viciously murdered by this--this Lord Voldemort. How awful. How terribly, horribly awful. He looked up to find that Dumbledore was not looking at him, but was instead looking passed him towards the doors. He turned and looked and saw the man called Severus standing there quietly. His dark eyes swept over Harry and Dumbledore appraisingly, before he came forward with the deed in his hands.
"It it done, " he said in his milky smooth voice, and settled down beside Dumbledore. "Does he know?"
Harry met Severus' eyes in surprise, but then quickly looked away, a blush covering his cheeks, when that black eyed gaze drew him into the two twin holes of black darkness.
"I am telling him now, Severus," Dumbledore replied and turned back to Harry. The young boy spoke up.
"Please, sir, continue," he implored,"What happened next. To the child?" Dumbledore nodded.
"A strange thing had happened," Dumbledore continued as if Severus had never come into the room and interrupted them. "A very strange thing. At the moment of the mother's death, Lord Voldemort had cast a spell, a most unforgiveable curse, to kill off the child--"Harry stiffened at that--" and in that moment a counter curse had been cast, which had sent the effects of Voldemort's curse upon him threefold, ultimately causing his downfall. The people who had been with him scattered, and the child had been saved. The war had ended."
Harry sat in silence for a moment, letting this information sink in. He frowned and looked up, meeting Dumbledore's eyes.
"But what does that have to do with Hogwarts? Or any of us here?"
"It has everything to do with you and this place," Dumbledore replied. "You see, Harry, the child had been saved by one of Voldemort's number who had been a spy for the Light. And when the proper authorities had arrived, the child had been taken away."
"I still don't understand. Who's the child? And what's so important about him?" Harry asked.
"He is important for what had happened that night," Dumbledore responded. "He is important because he is the only who had survived an attack from Voldemort."
"But who is he?" Harry pressed. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled like stars.
"The child can be identified by a scar, a lightning shaped scar, on his forehead,"Dumbledore replied. Harry's eyes widened slowly with dawning horror and surprise.
"A s-s-scar?" And his hand immediately flew to his forehead, where, indeed, there rested a lightning shaped scar like the one Dumbledore spoke of. Harry stuttered.
"A-a-are y-y-you s-s-saying th-th-that I-I'm th-th-the--"
"You are that child, Harry."
Harry shot up from his chair, sending it toppling to the floor. "Wh-Wh- What??!!! But that can't be! I don't have any magick! I'm Harry Potter. I'm Harry! Just Harry!"
"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "And your mother and father were James and Lily Potter, killed by Voldemort."
Harry shook his head. "No! That's not what I mean. I don't have magick. I don't have anything. I've never done anything extraordinary! Never!" His breathing increased in panick. "You don't have any proof."
"On the contrary," Dumbledore said solemnly. "I have the one who saved you."
"Where?!" Harry shouted. "Where?!"
"Calm down, Mr. Potter," came the silky, smooth drawl. "I'm right here."
Harry met the bored gaze of Severus as the older wizard watched him in barely contained disgust. Harry gulped and turned back to Dumbledore.
"It's not true. That was sixteen years ago. How do you know it's really me? That kid could've grown up and looks completely different now!"
"I'll never forget that night," Severus hissed. And Harry looked at him in very really fear and terror. He sank to the floor.
"This can't be happening,"he whispered.
"Never the less it is, Mr, Potter," Severus snapped unkindly. Dumbledore shot him a look.
"What about the others?"Harry asked. He looked up from the floor. "What about them?"
"Some of them are wizards," Dumbledore said vaguely. "Some of them are not."
"But you don't know," Harry replied. "How will you find out?"
"We have ways," Dumbledore replied cryptically. Harry shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. The silence that settled about them was so thick it could've been cut with a knife. Harry gave a shuddering sigh.
"Severus," Dumbledore began. "Perhaps you should take Harry up to his rooms." Severus gave a derisive snort.
"N-no," Harry said breaking his silence. "I-I can handle myself."
"Are you sure, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with some concern. Harry rose from the floor, nodding vaguely.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright then," Dumbledore said slowly. "Good night, Harry."
"Good night, sir," he replied quietly and started off towards the Great Hall doors and further onto the tower he shared with the others.
"Do you think that was wise, Albus?" Severus asked when Harry had left the massive room. Dumbledore was quiet for a moment. Finally," He needed to know, Severus."
There was silence from the dark clad man.