Chapter Twelve:
Ian sat at the park bench nervously chewing on his lip piercing. His ears listened for any
slight noise- a twig snap, foot steps, voices. A bird chirped somewhere above his head and he
jumped. He never feared wizards and witches. He always accepted them. Even when the
Lovegoods detested him, his attitude toward magical folk had not changed. But Dumbledore was
sure to be after his blood when he found out what had become of precious Harry Potter.
When Harry threatened Ian he had been surprised. The kid was well-mannered. Even his
drinking hadn't changed that. But something in those green eyes had changed. They became
darker, and the usual spark that was there was gone. Ian did that to him. Now Ian was about to
pay the price for turning The-Boy-Who-Lived into an amnesiac alcoholic.
"You are Ian?" The boy jumped and stood up. Behind him two wizards stood.
Dumbledore apologized and laughed, "Sorry to frighten you. If we could all sit down?"
Ian sat down at the park bench, Remus and Dumbledore joined him.
"Are you afraid of us?"
"No." There was a pause.
"I'm afraid of what you'll do to me after I tell you about Harry."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. He did not look angry, but rather amused. The calm
nature of the man scared Ian.
"Oh, forgive me. I have not introduced you to Remus Lupin."
"Hello, sir."
Remus gave a feeble smile. He looked shabby and worn-out. The stress over Harry had
caused his last transformation to be more difficult than usual.
"Well, maybe we should begin on how you know of our world."
"Yea, I suppose so. I'm the nephew of Selena Lovegood. I assume you'd know her even
if she's dead."
"Ah, yes. She did some wonderful work to aide our side in the last war. Her daughter is
about Harry's age," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"She'd be going onto her fifth year in September. But yea, that's how I know of magic.
My own mother was a Squib. My dad a muggle. Mum thought I might have inherited magic but
it wasn't the case."
"It's very likely you do have a bit of magic in you. Just not enough to go to Hogwarts."
Remus spoke for the first time.
"Yea, I suppose." Ian looked down awkwardly.
"Now that we have that covered, let us talk about Harry."
Dumbledore's calmness was absolutely unnerving Ian.
"Right. Just don't hex me into oblivion until I'm finished?"
Dumbledore chuckled, "Agreed."
"It all started the first week of July..."
Ian began to tell Dumbledore and Remus of how he and Harry met in downtown London, how
Ian found him in the park muttering in his sleep. Not once did Dumbledore's expression look
disturbed, even when Ian began to describe Harry's drinking sprees. Remus, on the other hand,
looked down right horrified. He tried his best to contain his composure but ended up burying his
head in his hands.
"I tried talking to him about it. He never got violent, but he seemed really upset anytime I
confronted him. The same thing happened when I urged him to write to you or just to return
back where he came from."
"So before the Obliviation incident he never threatened you?"
"No, Harry's well-below average in height and weight. I'm bigger than him. I easily have
an advantage over him so he wouldn't try anything. But then he learned he was allowed to use
magic because they lowered the coming of age. You know, with his magic it's different. He's
much more powerful than me."
"And that's what scared you. That's why you let him obliviate himself?"
"Right."
Dumbledore stood up abruptly, "Thank you, Ian. We've heard enough for now. Could you
take us to Harry now?"
~~~
A/N: Haha, yea I know I've been posting a lot in a short amount of time. I've worked on this fic for most of Easter break so I'm a bit further a long than I thought I'd be. Now that we're back in school it's been going kind of slow...but I'm getting there. Many reviews me gots :)
Don't hesistate to post more. Many of you who I know in person haven't hesistated to comment. If only I had a dollar for every person that yelled at me for making Harry the way he is. Ha, don't worry. It's not forever.
Ian sat at the park bench nervously chewing on his lip piercing. His ears listened for any
slight noise- a twig snap, foot steps, voices. A bird chirped somewhere above his head and he
jumped. He never feared wizards and witches. He always accepted them. Even when the
Lovegoods detested him, his attitude toward magical folk had not changed. But Dumbledore was
sure to be after his blood when he found out what had become of precious Harry Potter.
When Harry threatened Ian he had been surprised. The kid was well-mannered. Even his
drinking hadn't changed that. But something in those green eyes had changed. They became
darker, and the usual spark that was there was gone. Ian did that to him. Now Ian was about to
pay the price for turning The-Boy-Who-Lived into an amnesiac alcoholic.
"You are Ian?" The boy jumped and stood up. Behind him two wizards stood.
Dumbledore apologized and laughed, "Sorry to frighten you. If we could all sit down?"
Ian sat down at the park bench, Remus and Dumbledore joined him.
"Are you afraid of us?"
"No." There was a pause.
"I'm afraid of what you'll do to me after I tell you about Harry."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. He did not look angry, but rather amused. The calm
nature of the man scared Ian.
"Oh, forgive me. I have not introduced you to Remus Lupin."
"Hello, sir."
Remus gave a feeble smile. He looked shabby and worn-out. The stress over Harry had
caused his last transformation to be more difficult than usual.
"Well, maybe we should begin on how you know of our world."
"Yea, I suppose so. I'm the nephew of Selena Lovegood. I assume you'd know her even
if she's dead."
"Ah, yes. She did some wonderful work to aide our side in the last war. Her daughter is
about Harry's age," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"She'd be going onto her fifth year in September. But yea, that's how I know of magic.
My own mother was a Squib. My dad a muggle. Mum thought I might have inherited magic but
it wasn't the case."
"It's very likely you do have a bit of magic in you. Just not enough to go to Hogwarts."
Remus spoke for the first time.
"Yea, I suppose." Ian looked down awkwardly.
"Now that we have that covered, let us talk about Harry."
Dumbledore's calmness was absolutely unnerving Ian.
"Right. Just don't hex me into oblivion until I'm finished?"
Dumbledore chuckled, "Agreed."
"It all started the first week of July..."
Ian began to tell Dumbledore and Remus of how he and Harry met in downtown London, how
Ian found him in the park muttering in his sleep. Not once did Dumbledore's expression look
disturbed, even when Ian began to describe Harry's drinking sprees. Remus, on the other hand,
looked down right horrified. He tried his best to contain his composure but ended up burying his
head in his hands.
"I tried talking to him about it. He never got violent, but he seemed really upset anytime I
confronted him. The same thing happened when I urged him to write to you or just to return
back where he came from."
"So before the Obliviation incident he never threatened you?"
"No, Harry's well-below average in height and weight. I'm bigger than him. I easily have
an advantage over him so he wouldn't try anything. But then he learned he was allowed to use
magic because they lowered the coming of age. You know, with his magic it's different. He's
much more powerful than me."
"And that's what scared you. That's why you let him obliviate himself?"
"Right."
Dumbledore stood up abruptly, "Thank you, Ian. We've heard enough for now. Could you
take us to Harry now?"
~~~
A/N: Haha, yea I know I've been posting a lot in a short amount of time. I've worked on this fic for most of Easter break so I'm a bit further a long than I thought I'd be. Now that we're back in school it's been going kind of slow...but I'm getting there. Many reviews me gots :)
Don't hesistate to post more. Many of you who I know in person haven't hesistated to comment. If only I had a dollar for every person that yelled at me for making Harry the way he is. Ha, don't worry. It's not forever.