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^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^
Chapter 10 ~ Explanations
Harry sat on his bed, watching Lupin pace around the room out of frustration. It had been a tedious two minutes.
He did not understand why Lupin had said, "You deserve some real answers." He'd just been given some answers, ones that were perfectly plausible, well, most of them.
Harry's head shot up, and in strode Professor Dumbledore. His room had been transformed from a place of frustration to a room of comfort, for the most part.
There was something about his facial expressions, that indicated that what was coming would not be that comforting.
Harry slipped off the bed to join Lupin, who had stopped pacing and was facing Dumbledore.
"Harry, would you please come here. You too, Remus." He said quietly.
They went forward, to meet the usual odd object. A paper bag that Dumbledore had procured from his robes. He pointed his wand at it and muttered a few words. It glowed for a second and then went back to its original colour.
"A finger, if you please." He held it further from him for their hands to reach.
They held out their hands, and had their fingers at the ready.
"Three, two one – "
The usual blur of colour, wind and adrenaline rushed past Harry and his feet hit the ground at 100 miles an hour. He didn't fall over though; all he did was sway slightly. It must have been true that the more you travelled by Portkey, the easier it became.
He opened his eyes to find himself in the familiar Headmaster's Office. He and Lupin moved towards the chairs in front of the desk as Dumbledore sat at his Head chair.
He surveyed them slowly, taking their expressions and body language. Until a faint squawk from Fawkes awoke him from his thinking.
"Harry," He began, slowly, "Do you – know why you are here?"
Harry shook his head slowly.
"You need to understand that we – I - meant none of this to heard in this way. The meeting you have just attended was based on lies and assumptions. I now have no other choice but to tell you the truth about your Tervexia."
"The 'truth', Professor?"
"Yes, the 'truth' Harry."
Harry looked to Lupin, only to find his eyes looking longingly out of this window, his face sullen.
"Now, where to begin?" He muttered, twiddling his fingers slightly.
"I believe this begins with your Mother's problems during pregnancy."
He heaved a great sigh, and removed his half-moon spectacles, placing them delicately on the desk.
"Harry, you were born on the 31st of July, exactly 9 months from the 31st of October. The night after you were conceived. The night that the prophecy was made, the night that – Voldemort found out about part of the prophecy." He waited a few seconds.
"Harry, your parents did not inform St. Mungo's of the age you were when Lily was taken in from pain fluxuations on the 1st of November. This is because they did not know. Lily had suspected she was pregnant about a month before that, but did not have it checked. You were – in fact – about a day and a few minutes old. Those few minutes were the duration of the Death Eater's trip to get the information to Voldemort – we believe."
"I hope you are beginning to see, Harry? There is no way that a day old foetus could have been traumatised by pain fluxuations from one day of pregnancy – unless you caused them."
"You have always had a link to Voldemort, Harry. Even before your first confrontation. Prophecies made about two or more objects or persons link them together, in an unimaginable way. No one remotely understands prophecies. We do not know where they come from, or why they come. All we can do is heed the information or warning given to us."
"Maybe they come from fate, or heaven, or hell, or – just about anything. We do not know. But I can assure you that your life, your destiny was foreseen and sent, long before your birth."
"We, I, think that those pain fluxuations felt by your Mother, were maybe the sealing of fate, the bonding of the link between the two of you. Something of that calibre."
He stopped to ponder Harry's facial expressions, before continuing a bit quieter.
"Harry, one thing that was right in that meeting, was that you were in perfect health after your birth and after your second check-up - until your confrontation with Voldemort."
"We have seen enough evidence to come to the conclusion that many of Voldemort's powers were transferred to you during the backfire of the killing curse. Your ability to speak Parseltongue, certain qualities, certain powers." He said that part a little quieter than before.
"Do you see anything, Harry? Maybe not, but this folder will make everything fit into place."
He took up the folder he was leaning on and set it down in front of him.
"St. Mungo's Newborn-Health records, 1946. Name. T.M. Riddle D.O.B. 31st October 1945 Place of Check-up. Morgan Orphanage, London Date of Check-up. 28th August 1946
Comments Tervexia/Asthma - Unsure of outcome, treatment to be sorted."
"I shall not bore you with the rest."
He closed the folder, and placed his clasped hands over it once more.
"Professor, are you telling me – that – Voldemort has Tervexia!"
"Had Tervexia, Harry. It was treated and cured in 1947."
"Professor, does his illness have anything to do with mine?" He asked slowly.
Dumbledore sighed.
"I'm afraid it does. It is the only possible cause."
"How – why - !" Harry spluttered.
"Do you remember that Ms. Pinder told us that Tervexia was genetic, or that it could be caused by trauma? We do not think those causes apply."
"It is all very complicated, and I will try to explain as clearly as possible. The major link between you and Voldemort was formed on the night of your confrontation. Various things happened to both of you, including the transference of skills and so forth. Tom's Tervexia may well have been transferred to you then, triggering a type of genetic reason – but why didn't you suffer before now or why wasn't it picked up properly, you would ask? Well, Voldemort was banished from his body, the link weakened severely and most aspects gone. This is all very plausible, but there is another possibility. In your second face-to-face, body-to-body confrontation, your fourth year, Voldemort took your blood to restore himself in mind, body and soul. This not only strengthened the link again, but also gave it something to work with. You were bound in body as well, but your Tervexia still lay dormant. Certain qualities arose in you from then on, proving the link's existence, but the only explanation for the Tervexia's eruption is when Voldemort possessed you in the Ministry of Magic. You were finally bonded on every level, and Voldemort came in contact with the powers he transferred to you. This awoke the Tervexia, and the first out of breath, taxing situation you came to, it made its appearance. Do you know what this could conclude? Your Tervexia may be incurable, Harry. " He finished dimly.
Harry sat there, and waited.
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^*Harry Potter and the Eye Of Perelia*^
Chapter 10 ~ Explanations
Harry sat on his bed, watching Lupin pace around the room out of frustration. It had been a tedious two minutes.
He did not understand why Lupin had said, "You deserve some real answers." He'd just been given some answers, ones that were perfectly plausible, well, most of them.
Harry's head shot up, and in strode Professor Dumbledore. His room had been transformed from a place of frustration to a room of comfort, for the most part.
There was something about his facial expressions, that indicated that what was coming would not be that comforting.
Harry slipped off the bed to join Lupin, who had stopped pacing and was facing Dumbledore.
"Harry, would you please come here. You too, Remus." He said quietly.
They went forward, to meet the usual odd object. A paper bag that Dumbledore had procured from his robes. He pointed his wand at it and muttered a few words. It glowed for a second and then went back to its original colour.
"A finger, if you please." He held it further from him for their hands to reach.
They held out their hands, and had their fingers at the ready.
"Three, two one – "
The usual blur of colour, wind and adrenaline rushed past Harry and his feet hit the ground at 100 miles an hour. He didn't fall over though; all he did was sway slightly. It must have been true that the more you travelled by Portkey, the easier it became.
He opened his eyes to find himself in the familiar Headmaster's Office. He and Lupin moved towards the chairs in front of the desk as Dumbledore sat at his Head chair.
He surveyed them slowly, taking their expressions and body language. Until a faint squawk from Fawkes awoke him from his thinking.
"Harry," He began, slowly, "Do you – know why you are here?"
Harry shook his head slowly.
"You need to understand that we – I - meant none of this to heard in this way. The meeting you have just attended was based on lies and assumptions. I now have no other choice but to tell you the truth about your Tervexia."
"The 'truth', Professor?"
"Yes, the 'truth' Harry."
Harry looked to Lupin, only to find his eyes looking longingly out of this window, his face sullen.
"Now, where to begin?" He muttered, twiddling his fingers slightly.
"I believe this begins with your Mother's problems during pregnancy."
He heaved a great sigh, and removed his half-moon spectacles, placing them delicately on the desk.
"Harry, you were born on the 31st of July, exactly 9 months from the 31st of October. The night after you were conceived. The night that the prophecy was made, the night that – Voldemort found out about part of the prophecy." He waited a few seconds.
"Harry, your parents did not inform St. Mungo's of the age you were when Lily was taken in from pain fluxuations on the 1st of November. This is because they did not know. Lily had suspected she was pregnant about a month before that, but did not have it checked. You were – in fact – about a day and a few minutes old. Those few minutes were the duration of the Death Eater's trip to get the information to Voldemort – we believe."
"I hope you are beginning to see, Harry? There is no way that a day old foetus could have been traumatised by pain fluxuations from one day of pregnancy – unless you caused them."
"You have always had a link to Voldemort, Harry. Even before your first confrontation. Prophecies made about two or more objects or persons link them together, in an unimaginable way. No one remotely understands prophecies. We do not know where they come from, or why they come. All we can do is heed the information or warning given to us."
"Maybe they come from fate, or heaven, or hell, or – just about anything. We do not know. But I can assure you that your life, your destiny was foreseen and sent, long before your birth."
"We, I, think that those pain fluxuations felt by your Mother, were maybe the sealing of fate, the bonding of the link between the two of you. Something of that calibre."
He stopped to ponder Harry's facial expressions, before continuing a bit quieter.
"Harry, one thing that was right in that meeting, was that you were in perfect health after your birth and after your second check-up - until your confrontation with Voldemort."
"We have seen enough evidence to come to the conclusion that many of Voldemort's powers were transferred to you during the backfire of the killing curse. Your ability to speak Parseltongue, certain qualities, certain powers." He said that part a little quieter than before.
"Do you see anything, Harry? Maybe not, but this folder will make everything fit into place."
He took up the folder he was leaning on and set it down in front of him.
"St. Mungo's Newborn-Health records, 1946. Name. T.M. Riddle D.O.B. 31st October 1945 Place of Check-up. Morgan Orphanage, London Date of Check-up. 28th August 1946
Comments Tervexia/Asthma - Unsure of outcome, treatment to be sorted."
"I shall not bore you with the rest."
He closed the folder, and placed his clasped hands over it once more.
"Professor, are you telling me – that – Voldemort has Tervexia!"
"Had Tervexia, Harry. It was treated and cured in 1947."
"Professor, does his illness have anything to do with mine?" He asked slowly.
Dumbledore sighed.
"I'm afraid it does. It is the only possible cause."
"How – why - !" Harry spluttered.
"Do you remember that Ms. Pinder told us that Tervexia was genetic, or that it could be caused by trauma? We do not think those causes apply."
"It is all very complicated, and I will try to explain as clearly as possible. The major link between you and Voldemort was formed on the night of your confrontation. Various things happened to both of you, including the transference of skills and so forth. Tom's Tervexia may well have been transferred to you then, triggering a type of genetic reason – but why didn't you suffer before now or why wasn't it picked up properly, you would ask? Well, Voldemort was banished from his body, the link weakened severely and most aspects gone. This is all very plausible, but there is another possibility. In your second face-to-face, body-to-body confrontation, your fourth year, Voldemort took your blood to restore himself in mind, body and soul. This not only strengthened the link again, but also gave it something to work with. You were bound in body as well, but your Tervexia still lay dormant. Certain qualities arose in you from then on, proving the link's existence, but the only explanation for the Tervexia's eruption is when Voldemort possessed you in the Ministry of Magic. You were finally bonded on every level, and Voldemort came in contact with the powers he transferred to you. This awoke the Tervexia, and the first out of breath, taxing situation you came to, it made its appearance. Do you know what this could conclude? Your Tervexia may be incurable, Harry. " He finished dimly.
Harry sat there, and waited.
Read and Review. Please give me constructive criticism – any plot holes etc. The purple button welcomes you!
Next chapter: Harry vents some pent up emotion – it's not going to be pretty.
Dinsmore
