A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my little stunt. It comes from my list of Top
Ten Ways to Piss Voldie Off. Can't you just imagine his face? The voices in
my head were laughing pretty hard.
Oh, and here's where you meet my original character. Don't worry, she's not
a Mary Sue. I HATE MARY SUES!!!!! But she does have a bit of a coarse
tongue. Don't mind her, she's PMSing.
Disclaimer: the usual.
Chapter 4
The Ministry was now hard at work cleaning up the aftermath of the battle, taking stunned and injured Death Eaters into custody, wiping the memories of the Muggles living in the area, and caring after the wounded. They were lucky: very few of their members were seriously injured, and nobody had been killed.
Mad-Eye Moody, Dumbledore and the Weasleys entered the house to find an unpleasant sight. Petunia lay on the kitchen floor, unconscious from the Cruciatus. Dudley had been brought down from the upstairs landing with difficultly to lie beside her, also knocked out. On the sofa in the living room sprawled Vernon, smelling of whiskey and blood, and dead of the Avada Kedavra.
Letting the mediwizards take over in that area, the men climbed the stairs, careful of where a booby-trap had destroyed part of the stair and left a small puddle of blood from the unfortunate but deserving Death Eater. They found Harry's bedroom easily, as it was the one with the smashed door. It was almost completely wrecked.
The desk lay overturned and smashed, the bed frame bent and mattress slashed open. The window was broken, and rivulets of dried blood covered the remaining shards and sill, plus the walls and floor. There were burn marks everywhere, and the magical signatures of several different curses could be detected.
The group of men stared in silence. This battle scene was once a child's bedroom. It was obvious that two different battles had taken place here, one magical and one physical. Blood from the Death Eaters had not yet had time to dry, so the blood had to be Harry's . . . and the blood left on his uncle's hands pointed to the most likely culprit. Dumbledore sighed. *That's what caused the protective wards to fail.* He felt sick. He had sent Harry back to the Dursleys to keep him safe, yet it seems that by putting him in the hands of one monster had delivered him into another.
Percy was the first to turn away, his normal stiff and pompous attitude gone completely, and started slowly back down the stairs. The others soon followed. When they all reached the kitchen again, Petunia was awake and being examined by a mediwizard specialized in Cruciatus victims. Her eyes met Dumbledore's and flared with recognition.
"You!" she gasped out, "you left him here, on our doorstep! You tried to warn us. I should've warned you. Nothing will ever be right again!" She broke down in tears, and Dumbledore gently knelt down beside her to comfort her. She surprised him by grabbing his robes in a death grip and choked out the whole story; about the alcohol, the beatings, her fear for herself and now Harry, what she had done to try and help him, the Death Eaters' arrival, and the torture. Everyone in the house listened in shocked silence, and no one could find it in their hearts to condemn her.
Dumbledore raised her chin with a finger so he could meet her watery eyes. "It's no longer safe for you or your son here. I will take you both personally to Hogwarts, where you will be protected until this crisis is over." Petunia smiled shakily at him. "Thank you."
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The Weasley men Apparated back to the Burrow, after Dumbledore mentioned that he would call a meeting of the Order in two hours. Everyone needed to report back to their families. Once they popped back into the living room, Bill noticed that the rest of the family had not moved form the kitchen in the 3 hours they were gone, and were gathered quietly around a pale Ron.
They all looked up expectant, hoping for good news, but their faces fell at the grim faces gazing back at them. Arthur first broke the uncomfortable silence with a gentle request for a cup of tea, which Molly accomplished despite her shaking hands. They all sat around the table, nursing mugs of tea, then Ron blurted out anxiously, "What happened?"
Bill began telling what had occurred. Charlie and Percy elaborated in certain sections, and then Arthur hesitantly described their encounter with Voldemort and seeing Harry carried by a Death Eater. By now both Ginny and Molly had tears in their eyes, and Ron was trying to hide his. The twins were completely speechless.
The worst part came when Charlie told of the condition of Harry's bedroom, and Petunia's confession. Now everyone fell silent, tears streaking down faces onto the wooden table despite efforts to the contrary. Ron stared into nowhere, attempting to fathom what happened. In the space of a few hours his best friends had been beaten, his house attacked and then kidnapped by a psychotic murderer. So much for a happy birthday.
Percy mentioned that Dumbldore would be calling the meeting soon, and they should probably clean up a bit. Ron stumbled back up to his room, passing the eerily silent twins and a sobbing Ginny, barely able to move his legs. When he entered, he saw Hedwig and Pig on his desk, regarding him with the saddest looks he'd ever seen on an owl. Beneath them was the letter Ron had written to Harry, wishing him a happy birthday. With that, Ron couldn't take it anymore. He collapse facedown on his faded orange comforter and breathed deeply, holding back sobs that threatened to burst from him.
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When Harry woke again, he realized by the light just barely lighting the sky outside that he had slept a whole day and night, and now it was morning again. He chuckled to himself. *Guess I really did need the sleep.* He sat up and stretched, and his stomach growled loudly, bringing to his attention just how long it had been since he had eaten.
Just then a woman entered with a tray of food. Harry self-consciously made sure the sheet was completely covering the essentials. She noticed this and laughed a bit, then set the tray beside him on the bed and sat down too. "Feel free to go ahead and eat while I talk. A growing boy needs his food." He inspected the tray, finding all of his favorite breakfast foods, and also surreptitiously checked this girl out.
She appeared to be about medium height, maybe slightly taller that him (*I am in desperate need of a growth spurt!*), with a fairly muscular build that implied both power and grace. Her hair was a golden brown wave reaching down past her waist, while here eyes were a changeable hazel outlined with black rings on the corona that sparkled with cheerfulness. Her features were nice, not drop-dead veela gorgeous, but still easy on the eyes. She was dressed in a white tank top and denim shorts that seemed appropriate to the weather outside, as well as showing off a nice tan.
"Okay, first off please save all questions for the end. The tray will refill until you're full. Now, you can call me Eva. That's one of many names I have among friends, and it's the easiest to remember. You are right now in a dimension parallel to your world, where time does not hold any meaning, so you will not age the entire time you stay here." Eva grinned at his stupefied face and continued.
"I brought you here because I was charged by your ancestors to teach and train you once you reached the age of 15. I couldn't touch you before then due to some ancient rules of magic that are too boring to explain. Anyway, even though you hate being in the spotlight and singled out as the hero, tough. Fate's a bitch, and she decided to pick on you this time.
To the real news. To put it bluntly, you are the single heir to all four Hogwarts founders, some of the greatest and wisest magical people of all time. Descendants of the founders tended to display certain magical traits and powers specific to their house. You will have all of them, which basically makes you one serious badass wizard with the power levels of a mage. There has never been a heir of all 4 before, so this could get interesting.
From your father's side you inherited Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and from your mother Ravenclaw. Slytherin you indirectly inherited from Voldemort when he gave you that scar and accidentally transferred his powers to you. Don't worry, when he used your blood to resurrect himself, only the Slytherin blood transfused, since it was his to begin with.
Oh, and did I mention Merlin? Oops." Now Harry was confused. What did Merlin have to do with anything? It was a well-known fact that Merlin died childless. Eva explained. "No, you're not directly related to him, he never had any kids. Instead a prophecy was made that a child of light with the blood of the 4 would become his chosen heir to his powers and knowledge. Lucky you, he's the batty old codger who decided to choose a king by pulling a swamp lady's sword out of a rock." She smiled wider even as Harry stared, befuddled.
"Yes, it's a lot of information in a very short time, but bear with me. While you are here, I will teach you how to use and control your powers and develop new skills. We'll also work on fighting; both armed and unarmed combat styles. I was watching over the summer, you've been getting really good at martial arts. We'll expound on that, and I'll also teach you how to duel properly. It's going to be hard work, but I guarantee it'll be worth it."
Eva stood up and stretched. "Okay, today'll be relaxed. Once you're finished I'll show you around, you can take a shower, find new clothes that fit, and you'll be fitted for your weapons. I'll work out your training schedule and go over it with you. Let your body finish healing, your uncle did quite a job on you. Bastard. Any questions?"
Harry had somehow finished eating even though his mouth hung open in surprise. His mind buzzed with all the new information and a thousand questions. The first one out of his mouth was "Do I have any choice in this?" She considered it, then shrugged. "Not really. This is a literal do- or-die situation. If you don't train, your powers would eventually become too much and kill you outright." His eyes widened in horror, and decided very quickly that maybe this would be a good idea. "Uh, where's my trunk?" Eva giggled. "It's on the other side of your bed, with all your stuff in it. I didn't grab any clothes besides your school robes, so the closet is over there. Pick out what you want and it'll automatically size itself to you. The bathroom is over there through that door. Now I'll leave you to get cleaned up." She gathered up the tray and left.
Harry made sure she was gone and the room was empty before climbing out of bed and dashing to the bathroom. He gasped. It was bigger and more opulent that the Prefects bathroom at Hogwarts. Everything was done in white marble, gold and silver, from the huge pool-sized bath to the shower with dozens of shower heads pointing in every angle, to even a steam room and sauna. Fluffy white towels hung on the wall racks.
Walking around Harry spotted a separate hot tub and decided to soak away any lingering soreness. The hot water felt so good, and the jets massaged away any stress, leaving his mind free to wander and consider all the new information his brain was inundated with.
Disclaimer: the usual.
Chapter 4
The Ministry was now hard at work cleaning up the aftermath of the battle, taking stunned and injured Death Eaters into custody, wiping the memories of the Muggles living in the area, and caring after the wounded. They were lucky: very few of their members were seriously injured, and nobody had been killed.
Mad-Eye Moody, Dumbledore and the Weasleys entered the house to find an unpleasant sight. Petunia lay on the kitchen floor, unconscious from the Cruciatus. Dudley had been brought down from the upstairs landing with difficultly to lie beside her, also knocked out. On the sofa in the living room sprawled Vernon, smelling of whiskey and blood, and dead of the Avada Kedavra.
Letting the mediwizards take over in that area, the men climbed the stairs, careful of where a booby-trap had destroyed part of the stair and left a small puddle of blood from the unfortunate but deserving Death Eater. They found Harry's bedroom easily, as it was the one with the smashed door. It was almost completely wrecked.
The desk lay overturned and smashed, the bed frame bent and mattress slashed open. The window was broken, and rivulets of dried blood covered the remaining shards and sill, plus the walls and floor. There were burn marks everywhere, and the magical signatures of several different curses could be detected.
The group of men stared in silence. This battle scene was once a child's bedroom. It was obvious that two different battles had taken place here, one magical and one physical. Blood from the Death Eaters had not yet had time to dry, so the blood had to be Harry's . . . and the blood left on his uncle's hands pointed to the most likely culprit. Dumbledore sighed. *That's what caused the protective wards to fail.* He felt sick. He had sent Harry back to the Dursleys to keep him safe, yet it seems that by putting him in the hands of one monster had delivered him into another.
Percy was the first to turn away, his normal stiff and pompous attitude gone completely, and started slowly back down the stairs. The others soon followed. When they all reached the kitchen again, Petunia was awake and being examined by a mediwizard specialized in Cruciatus victims. Her eyes met Dumbledore's and flared with recognition.
"You!" she gasped out, "you left him here, on our doorstep! You tried to warn us. I should've warned you. Nothing will ever be right again!" She broke down in tears, and Dumbledore gently knelt down beside her to comfort her. She surprised him by grabbing his robes in a death grip and choked out the whole story; about the alcohol, the beatings, her fear for herself and now Harry, what she had done to try and help him, the Death Eaters' arrival, and the torture. Everyone in the house listened in shocked silence, and no one could find it in their hearts to condemn her.
Dumbledore raised her chin with a finger so he could meet her watery eyes. "It's no longer safe for you or your son here. I will take you both personally to Hogwarts, where you will be protected until this crisis is over." Petunia smiled shakily at him. "Thank you."
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The Weasley men Apparated back to the Burrow, after Dumbledore mentioned that he would call a meeting of the Order in two hours. Everyone needed to report back to their families. Once they popped back into the living room, Bill noticed that the rest of the family had not moved form the kitchen in the 3 hours they were gone, and were gathered quietly around a pale Ron.
They all looked up expectant, hoping for good news, but their faces fell at the grim faces gazing back at them. Arthur first broke the uncomfortable silence with a gentle request for a cup of tea, which Molly accomplished despite her shaking hands. They all sat around the table, nursing mugs of tea, then Ron blurted out anxiously, "What happened?"
Bill began telling what had occurred. Charlie and Percy elaborated in certain sections, and then Arthur hesitantly described their encounter with Voldemort and seeing Harry carried by a Death Eater. By now both Ginny and Molly had tears in their eyes, and Ron was trying to hide his. The twins were completely speechless.
The worst part came when Charlie told of the condition of Harry's bedroom, and Petunia's confession. Now everyone fell silent, tears streaking down faces onto the wooden table despite efforts to the contrary. Ron stared into nowhere, attempting to fathom what happened. In the space of a few hours his best friends had been beaten, his house attacked and then kidnapped by a psychotic murderer. So much for a happy birthday.
Percy mentioned that Dumbldore would be calling the meeting soon, and they should probably clean up a bit. Ron stumbled back up to his room, passing the eerily silent twins and a sobbing Ginny, barely able to move his legs. When he entered, he saw Hedwig and Pig on his desk, regarding him with the saddest looks he'd ever seen on an owl. Beneath them was the letter Ron had written to Harry, wishing him a happy birthday. With that, Ron couldn't take it anymore. He collapse facedown on his faded orange comforter and breathed deeply, holding back sobs that threatened to burst from him.
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When Harry woke again, he realized by the light just barely lighting the sky outside that he had slept a whole day and night, and now it was morning again. He chuckled to himself. *Guess I really did need the sleep.* He sat up and stretched, and his stomach growled loudly, bringing to his attention just how long it had been since he had eaten.
Just then a woman entered with a tray of food. Harry self-consciously made sure the sheet was completely covering the essentials. She noticed this and laughed a bit, then set the tray beside him on the bed and sat down too. "Feel free to go ahead and eat while I talk. A growing boy needs his food." He inspected the tray, finding all of his favorite breakfast foods, and also surreptitiously checked this girl out.
She appeared to be about medium height, maybe slightly taller that him (*I am in desperate need of a growth spurt!*), with a fairly muscular build that implied both power and grace. Her hair was a golden brown wave reaching down past her waist, while here eyes were a changeable hazel outlined with black rings on the corona that sparkled with cheerfulness. Her features were nice, not drop-dead veela gorgeous, but still easy on the eyes. She was dressed in a white tank top and denim shorts that seemed appropriate to the weather outside, as well as showing off a nice tan.
"Okay, first off please save all questions for the end. The tray will refill until you're full. Now, you can call me Eva. That's one of many names I have among friends, and it's the easiest to remember. You are right now in a dimension parallel to your world, where time does not hold any meaning, so you will not age the entire time you stay here." Eva grinned at his stupefied face and continued.
"I brought you here because I was charged by your ancestors to teach and train you once you reached the age of 15. I couldn't touch you before then due to some ancient rules of magic that are too boring to explain. Anyway, even though you hate being in the spotlight and singled out as the hero, tough. Fate's a bitch, and she decided to pick on you this time.
To the real news. To put it bluntly, you are the single heir to all four Hogwarts founders, some of the greatest and wisest magical people of all time. Descendants of the founders tended to display certain magical traits and powers specific to their house. You will have all of them, which basically makes you one serious badass wizard with the power levels of a mage. There has never been a heir of all 4 before, so this could get interesting.
From your father's side you inherited Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and from your mother Ravenclaw. Slytherin you indirectly inherited from Voldemort when he gave you that scar and accidentally transferred his powers to you. Don't worry, when he used your blood to resurrect himself, only the Slytherin blood transfused, since it was his to begin with.
Oh, and did I mention Merlin? Oops." Now Harry was confused. What did Merlin have to do with anything? It was a well-known fact that Merlin died childless. Eva explained. "No, you're not directly related to him, he never had any kids. Instead a prophecy was made that a child of light with the blood of the 4 would become his chosen heir to his powers and knowledge. Lucky you, he's the batty old codger who decided to choose a king by pulling a swamp lady's sword out of a rock." She smiled wider even as Harry stared, befuddled.
"Yes, it's a lot of information in a very short time, but bear with me. While you are here, I will teach you how to use and control your powers and develop new skills. We'll also work on fighting; both armed and unarmed combat styles. I was watching over the summer, you've been getting really good at martial arts. We'll expound on that, and I'll also teach you how to duel properly. It's going to be hard work, but I guarantee it'll be worth it."
Eva stood up and stretched. "Okay, today'll be relaxed. Once you're finished I'll show you around, you can take a shower, find new clothes that fit, and you'll be fitted for your weapons. I'll work out your training schedule and go over it with you. Let your body finish healing, your uncle did quite a job on you. Bastard. Any questions?"
Harry had somehow finished eating even though his mouth hung open in surprise. His mind buzzed with all the new information and a thousand questions. The first one out of his mouth was "Do I have any choice in this?" She considered it, then shrugged. "Not really. This is a literal do- or-die situation. If you don't train, your powers would eventually become too much and kill you outright." His eyes widened in horror, and decided very quickly that maybe this would be a good idea. "Uh, where's my trunk?" Eva giggled. "It's on the other side of your bed, with all your stuff in it. I didn't grab any clothes besides your school robes, so the closet is over there. Pick out what you want and it'll automatically size itself to you. The bathroom is over there through that door. Now I'll leave you to get cleaned up." She gathered up the tray and left.
Harry made sure she was gone and the room was empty before climbing out of bed and dashing to the bathroom. He gasped. It was bigger and more opulent that the Prefects bathroom at Hogwarts. Everything was done in white marble, gold and silver, from the huge pool-sized bath to the shower with dozens of shower heads pointing in every angle, to even a steam room and sauna. Fluffy white towels hung on the wall racks.
Walking around Harry spotted a separate hot tub and decided to soak away any lingering soreness. The hot water felt so good, and the jets massaged away any stress, leaving his mind free to wander and consider all the new information his brain was inundated with.