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Daughter of Death Mars Moon Star Prongs1- really? I'm honored Athena Kitty-so many questions...umm, Draco told Albus about the lack of a want in the 6th chapter. Wanderingwolf- In awhile. Harry is stiff traumatized and not trusting anyone. Give it time. I'm still not sure how I am going to work that. NAte-thanks...I knew it was either green or blue, took a chance there. Spacecadet- yes, my spelling is pretty bad isn't it? Sorry, ill try to do better. kateri1 Minerva-Severus-Dumbledor- Thanks for all the reviews! I think I have one from you for every chapter. Nice to know someone is following this fic! Lady Phoenix Slytherin Prophetess of Hearts Amy ChristinaLupin1442 barbarataku Slrmn- I'll try to make them a bit longer...i suppose... Joe risi- nope I don't think ill let harry forgive them too quickly, and some not at all. I'm not a Hermione fan, so I don't think they are going to be friends in this fic. ray17 Kiba WhiteFang
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Harry sat staring into the fireplace in Severus' chambers. The headmaster had seen fit to place him here in the dungeons, rooming with someone he knew would most likely prefer to send him right back to where he had come from. He contemplated the day's goings on. He was quite nervous about the show they would be putting on the next day for the Ministry's benefit, and concealing his identity afterwards. He knew that it wouldn't be too difficult, almost everyone he had known would know about it, and even if they didn't, he wouldn't have had any problems ignoring them anyhow. He sighed as he thought about his old friends. He wanted to be with them, he wished with every fiber of his being that he could trust them again. He thought of his godfather. He longed for the fatherly comfort he once found with Sirius and Remus, but he knew he could never go back to that. He would never risk getting hurt again.
"If I do not give them my trust, they cannot betray it."
He stretched as the ashes curled, the fire having long died out. It was time to work on his new identity. Severus, McGonagall, and Flitwick would be coming soon.
As if hearing their names, said Professors climbed through the portrait hole, Albus following. Harry frowned. He had hoped he would not have to see the headmaster today.
"Potter" growled Severus. "If it is not too much trouble will you accompany us to my lab?" this said quite sarcastically.
"Why, thank you for your concern Professor! Actually, it is no trouble at all!" Harry gave him a sickeningly sweet smile as he said this, just as sarcastically.
Filius Flitwick smiled nervously up at Harry. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter! I was quite, happy, to hear of your innocence!"
"I'm sure you were." Harry snarled bitingly, and was about to say something else, but thought better of it. If he was going to be stuck here working with these.people.he would try and make it as painless.for him.as possible. And even though he no longer trusted or respected the Headmaster, he knew that he was a powerful wizard, and the only thing keeping him from having to become a fugitive. Well, he supposed, Harry Potter was a fugitive, but the person he was about to become was not.
Albus cleared his throat. " What we are about to do is a quite complicated process of weaving together multiple charms, spells, and potions. Highly illegal, it is basically transfiguring you into a different form of yourself, with many complex charms, spun around you to block Identity Spells of any kind, such as the one that shows the name of a body on a certain map." His eyes twinkled a bit, but Harry's darkened as he thought about the old days, when the Golden Trio was carefree and naïve, getting into countless sticky situations with the map, and his fathers cloak. He had no idea where they were now, but he refused to ask. "There will be potions so in the case of any of your blood being taken, it will seem to anyone studying it that it was taken from the body of Aiden Nathair Applin."
"Aiden Nathair Applin." Harry rolled the name around in his mind. "It is acceptable. But what did you mean, a different form of myself?"
"It will still be you, but you will not look like either of your parents. Rather like your spirit taking on its true form."
Severus rolled his eyes. "That is a ridiculously romantic notion. If it isn't too much trouble, can we get this over with? Some of us have other things to do."
Harry glared. "Next time you are taking on a new identity, we will be sure to just go ahead and rush it without letting you know what's going on first. I'm sure that will go ever well." Secretly, he agreed with Snape. It was. Severus so eloquently put it, ridiculously romantic. Spirit taking its true form? Honestly. He turned his attention back to Albus. "How long will this last?"
Albus looked rather nervous, and emotion not many saw on the great wizard. "Well, it is permanent. If you do not wish to do this, there are other ways. This is, however, the only just about foolproof plan. But if were careful."
"No. Ill do it." He turned to McGonagall. "I'm ready."
McGonagall nodded, she was still quite nervous around Harry. "Very well. I am so sorry Harry, but this transfiguration is going to be quite painful."
Harry nodded. "I'm quite used to pain."
McGonagall looked flustered for a minute, then continued. "Please stand in the center of the room, well away from anyone else." She closed her eyes for a second, then raised her wand and cried, "Confingo Novus Corporis! Spiritus Usurpo tui Instar!"
The two wizards and witch watched as a golden light enveloped the young wizard, growing into an almost solid wall, blocking him from their view. Suddenly the light turned coal black, with a few strands of purple and red here and there. "Albus." Minerva whispered.
"It is no surprise, after all he has been through. We couldn't expect any better. It is good that he still has at least some emotions left, there is a chance that he can heal."
Severus looked in shock at the boy. He was never particularly skilled at transfiguration, but he knew the light was something akin to Potters aura, and he also knew that an aura that dark was not a good thing.
Flitwick walked forward and aimed his wand. 'Vicissitudo Cognomen Aiden Nathair Applin!" a silver jet joined the whirling circle around Harry.
The light slowly faded away. Albus walked forward.
"Hello, Aiden." ((Authors Note: Sorry for this. But from now on, Harry is going to be referred to as AIDEN from now on.))
Severus looked over Pot-no, Applin, now. He was no longer the thin man with long, ratty hair that he had been. He was tall, about 5 foot 8 or so, still skinny, but strong looking. He hadn't been weak before, but now, there was something about the way he stood that screamed strength. His eyes were now forest green, so dark a shade; you could almost mistake them for black. His lashes were longer, and his eyebrows were darker, and more curved. His round face, inherited from James, was more angular, his cheekbones sat higher up. His hair was darker, almost as black as Snape's own, but if you looked closely, there was a dark red underlining. He had much longer legs; his robes were riding off the floor, coming almost to his knees. He raised his hand in front of him, looking at his long, thin fingers. He smiled. He had always thought that his own hands were to short and stubby. He waved and a mirror appeared in front of him, and he peered inside. He shook his head for a moment, and took off his glasses and tossed them aside. "I believe this will be a sufficient disguise." He stated matter of factly. His eyes widened at his voice. It was deeper; his English accent was hardly there.
Albus smiled. "Indeed. Severus.?"
Severus glanced up into the Headmasters expectant gaze. Oh, the potion. He glided over to one of the shelves, and grabbed a vial containing a sinister looking substance. "I'll need your blood, Pot-Applin. He handed Aiden a knife. He held out the vial, and Aiden slashed the knife across his finger, letting the dark liquid fall into the potion. Severus held it up to the light, and watched as it turned a dark purple. He smirked and handed it to Aiden. "Bottoms up."
Aiden gave the vial one suspicious look then gulped it down, wincing at the thick texture and horrible taste. He looked up. "Is something supposed to happen?"
"Patience, boy." Severus snapped. Honestly, did he teach the boy nothing?
Aidens eyes went wide as he felt his veins fill with ice. He shivered. As soon as the feeling came, it subsided. Albus waved his wand. "Ponere Cognomen" Silver ribbon shot out of his wand, forming the letters A N A. Albus smiled. "Success!" He clapped his hands. "Meet Aiden Nathair, Unspeakable for the American Ministry, Born in France, moved as a young child to New York, New York, America, retired, and now residing as Duel Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" said to no one in particular.
"Duel Master?" inquired Aiden and Severus at the same time.
Albus nodded. "Duel Master. We cant have this school producing weak witches and wizards who cant hold their own in a fight, now can we? And if our many attempts at Dueling Clubs in the past are any example, we are in good need of an adept teacher, wouldn't you agree?"
Harry frowned. "I've never taught before. I don't even use conventional spells, I just use.my magic."
Albus smiled. "Precisely. They need to learn not to depend on their wands. It is doubtful that any of the students, well, anyone actually, will ever reach the level you are currently at, and you have not fully reached your full abilities yet. You can teach them to use their skills in the way that will benefit them and others the most. If you have any trouble, I am sure Severus here will be quite happy to help you."
"Albus, No, I-"
"Thank you Severus! I knew I could count on you!"
Severus blinked, then shook his head. He knew it was pointless to argue. Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard and would, inevitably, get his way in the end. Aiden saw this too, and got a resigned look on his face.
"If I must." They spoke at the same time, for the second time that night.
Albus smiled. "Filius, Minerva? Shall we go to my office to get some tea? I found these lovely Muggle treats." and he floated from the room, McGonagall and Flitwick trailing behind him.
Authors Note: Yeah, I know my chappies are rather short, but oh well.deal with it! Ill try to make them longer evetually.
Translations:the name Aiden means Fiery, Nathair means Snake, and Applin means Son of a Lion. I forget the languages/roots. Confingo Novus Corporis means Make New Body. Spiritus Usurpo tui Instar means spirit take your form. Vicissitudo Cognomen means Change Name. These are all Latin.
Daughter of Death Mars Moon Star Prongs1- really? I'm honored Athena Kitty-so many questions...umm, Draco told Albus about the lack of a want in the 6th chapter. Wanderingwolf- In awhile. Harry is stiff traumatized and not trusting anyone. Give it time. I'm still not sure how I am going to work that. NAte-thanks...I knew it was either green or blue, took a chance there. Spacecadet- yes, my spelling is pretty bad isn't it? Sorry, ill try to do better. kateri1 Minerva-Severus-Dumbledor- Thanks for all the reviews! I think I have one from you for every chapter. Nice to know someone is following this fic! Lady Phoenix Slytherin Prophetess of Hearts Amy ChristinaLupin1442 barbarataku Slrmn- I'll try to make them a bit longer...i suppose... Joe risi- nope I don't think ill let harry forgive them too quickly, and some not at all. I'm not a Hermione fan, so I don't think they are going to be friends in this fic. ray17 Kiba WhiteFang
*Hugs* you all make me feel so loved.
On to the next chapter!
Harry sat staring into the fireplace in Severus' chambers. The headmaster had seen fit to place him here in the dungeons, rooming with someone he knew would most likely prefer to send him right back to where he had come from. He contemplated the day's goings on. He was quite nervous about the show they would be putting on the next day for the Ministry's benefit, and concealing his identity afterwards. He knew that it wouldn't be too difficult, almost everyone he had known would know about it, and even if they didn't, he wouldn't have had any problems ignoring them anyhow. He sighed as he thought about his old friends. He wanted to be with them, he wished with every fiber of his being that he could trust them again. He thought of his godfather. He longed for the fatherly comfort he once found with Sirius and Remus, but he knew he could never go back to that. He would never risk getting hurt again.
"If I do not give them my trust, they cannot betray it."
He stretched as the ashes curled, the fire having long died out. It was time to work on his new identity. Severus, McGonagall, and Flitwick would be coming soon.
As if hearing their names, said Professors climbed through the portrait hole, Albus following. Harry frowned. He had hoped he would not have to see the headmaster today.
"Potter" growled Severus. "If it is not too much trouble will you accompany us to my lab?" this said quite sarcastically.
"Why, thank you for your concern Professor! Actually, it is no trouble at all!" Harry gave him a sickeningly sweet smile as he said this, just as sarcastically.
Filius Flitwick smiled nervously up at Harry. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter! I was quite, happy, to hear of your innocence!"
"I'm sure you were." Harry snarled bitingly, and was about to say something else, but thought better of it. If he was going to be stuck here working with these.people.he would try and make it as painless.for him.as possible. And even though he no longer trusted or respected the Headmaster, he knew that he was a powerful wizard, and the only thing keeping him from having to become a fugitive. Well, he supposed, Harry Potter was a fugitive, but the person he was about to become was not.
Albus cleared his throat. " What we are about to do is a quite complicated process of weaving together multiple charms, spells, and potions. Highly illegal, it is basically transfiguring you into a different form of yourself, with many complex charms, spun around you to block Identity Spells of any kind, such as the one that shows the name of a body on a certain map." His eyes twinkled a bit, but Harry's darkened as he thought about the old days, when the Golden Trio was carefree and naïve, getting into countless sticky situations with the map, and his fathers cloak. He had no idea where they were now, but he refused to ask. "There will be potions so in the case of any of your blood being taken, it will seem to anyone studying it that it was taken from the body of Aiden Nathair Applin."
"Aiden Nathair Applin." Harry rolled the name around in his mind. "It is acceptable. But what did you mean, a different form of myself?"
"It will still be you, but you will not look like either of your parents. Rather like your spirit taking on its true form."
Severus rolled his eyes. "That is a ridiculously romantic notion. If it isn't too much trouble, can we get this over with? Some of us have other things to do."
Harry glared. "Next time you are taking on a new identity, we will be sure to just go ahead and rush it without letting you know what's going on first. I'm sure that will go ever well." Secretly, he agreed with Snape. It was. Severus so eloquently put it, ridiculously romantic. Spirit taking its true form? Honestly. He turned his attention back to Albus. "How long will this last?"
Albus looked rather nervous, and emotion not many saw on the great wizard. "Well, it is permanent. If you do not wish to do this, there are other ways. This is, however, the only just about foolproof plan. But if were careful."
"No. Ill do it." He turned to McGonagall. "I'm ready."
McGonagall nodded, she was still quite nervous around Harry. "Very well. I am so sorry Harry, but this transfiguration is going to be quite painful."
Harry nodded. "I'm quite used to pain."
McGonagall looked flustered for a minute, then continued. "Please stand in the center of the room, well away from anyone else." She closed her eyes for a second, then raised her wand and cried, "Confingo Novus Corporis! Spiritus Usurpo tui Instar!"
The two wizards and witch watched as a golden light enveloped the young wizard, growing into an almost solid wall, blocking him from their view. Suddenly the light turned coal black, with a few strands of purple and red here and there. "Albus." Minerva whispered.
"It is no surprise, after all he has been through. We couldn't expect any better. It is good that he still has at least some emotions left, there is a chance that he can heal."
Severus looked in shock at the boy. He was never particularly skilled at transfiguration, but he knew the light was something akin to Potters aura, and he also knew that an aura that dark was not a good thing.
Flitwick walked forward and aimed his wand. 'Vicissitudo Cognomen Aiden Nathair Applin!" a silver jet joined the whirling circle around Harry.
The light slowly faded away. Albus walked forward.
"Hello, Aiden." ((Authors Note: Sorry for this. But from now on, Harry is going to be referred to as AIDEN from now on.))
Severus looked over Pot-no, Applin, now. He was no longer the thin man with long, ratty hair that he had been. He was tall, about 5 foot 8 or so, still skinny, but strong looking. He hadn't been weak before, but now, there was something about the way he stood that screamed strength. His eyes were now forest green, so dark a shade; you could almost mistake them for black. His lashes were longer, and his eyebrows were darker, and more curved. His round face, inherited from James, was more angular, his cheekbones sat higher up. His hair was darker, almost as black as Snape's own, but if you looked closely, there was a dark red underlining. He had much longer legs; his robes were riding off the floor, coming almost to his knees. He raised his hand in front of him, looking at his long, thin fingers. He smiled. He had always thought that his own hands were to short and stubby. He waved and a mirror appeared in front of him, and he peered inside. He shook his head for a moment, and took off his glasses and tossed them aside. "I believe this will be a sufficient disguise." He stated matter of factly. His eyes widened at his voice. It was deeper; his English accent was hardly there.
Albus smiled. "Indeed. Severus.?"
Severus glanced up into the Headmasters expectant gaze. Oh, the potion. He glided over to one of the shelves, and grabbed a vial containing a sinister looking substance. "I'll need your blood, Pot-Applin. He handed Aiden a knife. He held out the vial, and Aiden slashed the knife across his finger, letting the dark liquid fall into the potion. Severus held it up to the light, and watched as it turned a dark purple. He smirked and handed it to Aiden. "Bottoms up."
Aiden gave the vial one suspicious look then gulped it down, wincing at the thick texture and horrible taste. He looked up. "Is something supposed to happen?"
"Patience, boy." Severus snapped. Honestly, did he teach the boy nothing?
Aidens eyes went wide as he felt his veins fill with ice. He shivered. As soon as the feeling came, it subsided. Albus waved his wand. "Ponere Cognomen" Silver ribbon shot out of his wand, forming the letters A N A. Albus smiled. "Success!" He clapped his hands. "Meet Aiden Nathair, Unspeakable for the American Ministry, Born in France, moved as a young child to New York, New York, America, retired, and now residing as Duel Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" said to no one in particular.
"Duel Master?" inquired Aiden and Severus at the same time.
Albus nodded. "Duel Master. We cant have this school producing weak witches and wizards who cant hold their own in a fight, now can we? And if our many attempts at Dueling Clubs in the past are any example, we are in good need of an adept teacher, wouldn't you agree?"
Harry frowned. "I've never taught before. I don't even use conventional spells, I just use.my magic."
Albus smiled. "Precisely. They need to learn not to depend on their wands. It is doubtful that any of the students, well, anyone actually, will ever reach the level you are currently at, and you have not fully reached your full abilities yet. You can teach them to use their skills in the way that will benefit them and others the most. If you have any trouble, I am sure Severus here will be quite happy to help you."
"Albus, No, I-"
"Thank you Severus! I knew I could count on you!"
Severus blinked, then shook his head. He knew it was pointless to argue. Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard and would, inevitably, get his way in the end. Aiden saw this too, and got a resigned look on his face.
"If I must." They spoke at the same time, for the second time that night.
Albus smiled. "Filius, Minerva? Shall we go to my office to get some tea? I found these lovely Muggle treats." and he floated from the room, McGonagall and Flitwick trailing behind him.
Authors Note: Yeah, I know my chappies are rather short, but oh well.deal with it! Ill try to make them longer evetually.
Translations:the name Aiden means Fiery, Nathair means Snake, and Applin means Son of a Lion. I forget the languages/roots. Confingo Novus Corporis means Make New Body. Spiritus Usurpo tui Instar means spirit take your form. Vicissitudo Cognomen means Change Name. These are all Latin.