Title: True Identities
Author: Gia
E-Mail: divinechild18@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: None
Time: 5th Year
Summary: One dinner with his Sirius in the Leaky Cauldron changes Harry's life forever. A man, desperate from the loss of his own son, insists that Harry Potter is his son. What will Harry's friends do to get Harry back? And will Harry be able to handle the truth?
Disclaimer: I own not a thing.
Author Notes: Ack! It's been forever since I've updated this fic! Geez.. I won't give up on it though, but I've got no idea where to go with this one. Unless I'm hit with sudden inspiration… Hmmm.. Anyway, thanks to all the faithful reviewers who've stuck by me!
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"This class is a load of dung, if you ask me. I thought it couldn't get any dumber, but she goes off and proves me wrong."
Another heated day in Sybil Trelawney's ever-popular Divinations class. She was doing a complete review of everything they've covered so far, and they were back to square one in tea leaves. As usual, Harry was paired with Ron, who was ranting on about their Professor. Ron was busy looking at Harry's cup, trying to discern a shape.
"Sorry mate, all I can make out is a happy face." Grin.
Laughter. "You git! You can't make any shapes in the cup. Trelawney will go mad."
Putting on 'mystical voice' Ron blinked owlishly at Harry. "Ah, my dear boy, fate has decided to show its true self to you. A happy face! Although, it seems a bit cross-eyed, signifying it's belonging to a scrawny boy in desperate need of a comb and a good shag."
The sudden laughter attracted Trelawney's attention. "What is going on here?"
Mustering all seriousness, Ron turned to her. "I think Professor, Fate has decided to greet Harry face to..*cough* face."
A raised eyebrow. "Indeed?"
"Indeed, Professor. Clearly, it is happy.. Er.. Pleased."
"And how do you know this?"
"Why, it is plain to see, Professor."
With that, he held the cup toward her, eyes dancing with mirth. Harry had to bite down on his lip to stop from laughing, and from telling Ron that he was certainly going to get detention. "What is plain to see, Mr. Weasley, is a definite detention for you jokes."
"But--"
She glided off before Ron could get a word in edgewise. Harry patted Ron's shoulder sympathetically, still grinning. Ron sighed, but grinned back with Harry. It was good to get back to the old routine.
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"Look here, Sir Cadogan, just point me to where the Gryffindor common room would be."
"Gryffindor? Looking for a particular person, my good sir? Sir Cadogan is highly skilled with names and faces."
Mark debated whether to tell and decided no one would find out anyway. "Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter! Why, I know the lad! A brave one he is, I helped him and his good friends journey to their destination. I happen to know where he is this very moment."
"If you could just tell me, you may have just made my day."
"Gladly. The Divinations classroom. It's at--"
"Thank you! I know where that is! Thank you!"
Mark hurriedly ran away from the portrait. One though was fixed in his mind, reaching his son. Mark was in such a state, all coherent thoughts were lost on him. A crazy plan was already forming in his head, and not once did he think of the consequences. Not once.
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"Class is dismissed! And, Mr. Weasley," Ron winced and turned around, "You will stay after to discuss your detention."
Ron rolled his eyes, urging Harry to go on without him. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, go on Harry. We can meet later in the kitchens for lunch instead of the Great hall."
"All right, see you."
"Bye."
Harry left down the ladder and leisurely went on the long trek to the kitchens, which was a long way from this floor. Halfway there, Harry paused, thinking he was forgetting something. Thinking to himself, he realized the bereft feel on his shoulder, realizing he left his book bag. Groaning frustrated, Harry decided to take a shortcut to retrieve his bag. He was just rounding a corner, when a hand reached out and clamped onto his arm.
"What the-- you!"
"Stupefy!"
Harry's eyes fell shut, and he landed limply in someone's arms.
"Hello, son."
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"You may leave."
Ron made sure to slam the small door, as he lugged both his and Harry's book bags down the ladder. He set both bags down and shrunk Harry's and put it in his own. "Harry owes me." he said with a smile. He made it to the Kitchens earlier than he expected, but it was probably because of his grumbling stomach. He was a bit surprised to see that Harry hadn't arrived.
'Probably taking his time' he thought, the food on his plate distracting him. He thanked Dobby graciously, causing the elf to beam. Dobby knew all of his favorites, courtesy of Ron himself. 'Harry better hurry, or I might finish without him.'
***
A light breeze played through the air, picking up scant leaves on the ground. It was on the outskirts of Hogwarts, and safe from the view of people in Hogsmeade. Mark had walked behind a clump of trees and set Harry down on the ground. He needed to rest and think about what he was going to do next. He planned on calling his wife and explaining what was going on, or maybe coming over and telling her in person.
Besides, Har--Edward. It should be Edward. He would start calling him Edward. (A/N- I'm still going to refer to him as Harry, to stop any confusion. Only Mark will call him Edward.) Edward might wake up soon anyway. He had put in extra power into that stunning spell. He was still unconscious, so he could either apparate to an inn, and quickly floo to the house to get his wife to come over.. No, that would take too much time.
He should get the Knight bus, put a temporary glamour spell on him, and get straight home. He could just tell the conductor, that he found his soon get drunk and was taking him home. Perfect. He put the glamour spell, and flagged down the Knight Bus. Too anxious to try small talk, he was straight to the point and gave the address. The conductor remained impassive to the quick response and only nodded after he was paid. Soon, the triple-decker rose and they were off.
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"Hermione!"
Letting her eyes linger on the last words on the page, she lifted her head. "What's wrong Ron?"
"Harry's missing. No one's seen him and he never came down to the Kitchens where we were supposed to meet."
"Okay, let's not panic here. Harry might be out on the Quidditch field--"
"I checked already! At Hagrid's, the common room, I even doubled back to the Kitchens and the Great Hall. Here was the last place, I thought he might be in the library with you but he isn't!"
Pursing her lips, she stood up, book forgotten. Without a word, she strode off, Ron running to keep up. "Where are you going?"
"To Dumbledore. Maybe Harry's with him."
"Good idea."
The trip to the Headmaster's office was a tense and silent one. They were both hoping to see Harry's face there, grinning at them, when they thought he was gone. When they approached the gargoyle, they immediately started listing candies. Finally guessing the right one, (Acid Pop!), they wasted no time running to the door. Knocking, they were permitted entrance.
"Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure--"
"We can't find Harry!" They both chorused.
Frowning slightly, he listened as Ron relayed all the places they've checked. Thinking, Albus pulled open a drawer at his desk and pulled out--
"The Marauder's Map! I thought.."
"It was confiscated after last year's events," He said sternly, but he smiled slightly as he handed it back to Ron, "I'm sure you know what to do."
Ron grasped the map, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
The map appeared, showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. Two pairs of eyes scanned the map, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. "He's not in Hogwarts.." Ron spoke faintly, as if not believing it.
Albus closed his wearily, leaning back against his chair. There were a few moments of silence. "Why don't you both head back to class. Tell your professor that you were running an errand for me."
"But we--"
"I will handle this."
The two found it hopeless to argue so they turned and left. Albus, paused to hear the fading footsteps, then walked towards the fireplace. He pulled out a violet pouch from within his robes and pulled out some type of sparkling dust. Thrusting it into the fire, he called out to the people he needed. New must be contained about what has occurred. Certain people needed to be informed.
Harry Potter is missing.
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END OF CHAPTER!! YAY!! ^_^ Geez, Mark went and kidnapped Harry/Edward.. Does Albus Dumbledore even know the truth?? No one knows but me!! ^_^ MWHAHAHAHA!! Anyway, any comments, leave them in a review!!
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