Hey, I realise I wrote fifth year in the first chapter, but it's meant to
be 6th.
And here's my disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, DUH! I'M NOT THAT GOOD MAN!:P ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
David heard Snape taking more points from Gryffindor and he felt his anger boil, rising in his throat as bile.
Instead of going to Care of Magical Creatures, he ran as fast as he could to Dumbledore's office when he heard the bell ring, in the hope that no one would see him.
He didn't know the password... shit.
Just then the Gargoyle leapt aside and out stepped a lady with red hair and brown eyes. David stepped past her without a second glance and ran up the moving staircase.
David knocked on Dumbledore's office door. He could hear people talking inside. They suddenly went quiet and David heard footsteps, before Dumbledore's voice floated through the wood. "Come in."
David opened the door. He looked around, Dumbledore was the only one in the office. But there were three cups on the table.
"David, sit down. What are you doing here? You should be in class."
"Sir, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of Snape, he's driving me mad! Always taunting me about my stupid father. Oh yes, Mr. Courageous my dad was. He wouldn't even stick around when mum needed him, when I needed him. No, instead he just ran! Then, mum ran. Who is she? I know you know who she is. You have always known."
"David, it's not my place to tell you."
"WELL THEN WHO'S PLACE IS IT? WELL? WHO? MY FATHER'S GONE! HE CAN'T TELL ME! MY MOTHER'S – GOD KNOWS! SHE CAN'T TELL ME!" David was breathing hard and glaring at the Headmaster. "If Potter was so good why isn't he here, claiming his mistake? That's all I am, isn't it? I'm a bloody mistake-!"
"David, calm down."
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" David picked up a photo of Harry that was sitting on the desk, framed in gold. He looked at the smiling face and glared at it. Harry would have been about his own age in this picture, and beside him was a pretty girl with red hair. It was Ginny Weasley, David had seen pictures of her before.
"That photo was taken in your father's seventh year... two years before you were born. He and Ginny were planning to get married, once Voldemort was destroyed."
David glared resolutely at the picture. Where had he seen her before? Maybe it was just the resemblance she had to the other Weasley's... yes, that was all it was.
"They wanted to have a baby boy and girl, one of each. They were going to name their boy James David Potter, and their girl was going to be Lily Molly Potter. You look a lot like him, you know."
"Who?" David asked quietly, still looking at the picture. What was Dumbledore trying to say.
"Harry, James. Both of them. With Ginny's eyes you have James' colour, and the rest of you is Harry."
David felt his eyes sting and he squeezed them shut, and then threw the picture with all his strength at the wall, and that was no small feat. The glass shattered and the picture fell to the floor, covered in glass. The anger ebbed away from him.
David stared at what he'd done and then looked at Dumbledore.
"Is that all? Your father ruined more things than that." Dumbledore had a slight twinkle in his eye and David felt angry again. Why was he always so calm? Why did he have to compare David to his father? No, not his father. He had no father.
"I don't have a father."
"Why not?"
"Because..." David paused, staring at the man in front of him. "Because the man who conceived me was a spineless worm, who... who... well, he didn't care about me!"
"Of course he did."
"Why did he leave then? Why did my mum leave? If she was indeed who you say she was then she had family that would have welcomed her with a child! Ron had a kid and he wasn't kicked out! What was she scared of?"
"She was scared for your safety; she was scared that you would be killed by Voldemort or his Death Eaters. David, you were two when Voldemort was killed, she was afraid, and so was Harry, that if Voldemort found out that she and Harry had a child together, he would destroy Harry through you. So, when she found out she was pregnant she went into hiding and only Harry knew where she was, then, when she had you, she sent you to an orphanage."
David was sitting on the ground now, looking at the floor and fiddling with the picture. All this time he'd had family all around him, and all this time no one had told him... he'd thought he was alone...
"Who was that lady?" David asked suddenly. "The one with red hair, who left just before I got here?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he smiled. David looked at the picture again.
"They could have protected me without sending me away," David told Dumbledore firmly before he left. He didn't go back to class; he went to the lake and sat down again, where he had sat only the day before.
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Robert walked over to where David sat. During Care of Magical Creatures one of the Hufflepuff girls had noticed him and that alerted Robert.
David looked like shit, his eyes were red, his hands were cut and his face was screwed up in angry thought.
"David?" Robert asked quietly, sitting down. "David?" He said louder. David's head shot up.
"Oh, hello Rob."
"What's up? Where did you go after potions?"
"I went to speak with Dumbledore." Robert got the distinct impression that it wasn't a very good talk with Dumbledore.
"What about?" He asked, against his better judgement.
"Things. My parents."
"But, no one knows who your parents are..." Robert said, confused.
"Yes, they do." David started making ripples in the water with his fingers, making their reflections flicker.
"Do you know who they are?"
David didn't say anything. Robert looked from their reflections to his face. He did know, it was obvious now, after what he'd said in Potions, he at least knew who his father was.
"Dave, come on. You can tell me."
"Your Aunty Ginny is at the school," David said suddenly, "I saw her."
Robert felt his mouth drop in shock. His parents hadn't seen Ginny in thirteen years. That would mean that Harry Potter was back, too, though...
"Are you sure it was her?"
"Yes, Dumbledore told me."
Robert was fighting between being a good friend and meeting Aunt Ginny again. He should stay and talk with David... but...
"You can go, you know, I'm fine here," David said.
"Are you sure? Why don't you come with me?" Robert paused and David shook his head firmly.
"No, no. It's a time for family. You go and see her."
"Ok, if you're sure. But you are family, well, you're considered family. Do you know where she was going?"
"No, sorry. I just saw her leaving Dumbledore's office."
Robert bid David farewell and then walked up to the castle, maybe he could ask Dumbledore...
There was about ten minutes of break left, and Robert ran almost all the way to Dumbledore's office. Luckily he knew the password when he got there.
"Gobbleworms." The Gargoyle sprang aside and Robert hurried up the stairs. He stopped when he reached the top. There were voices inside. One was Dumbledore's, and the other was a low male voice.
"Albus, he's my son! I want to see him."
"Harry, you heard him before, he doesn't regard you as his father, let him cool down a little. You saw what he did to that frame, because YOU were in it. Leave him be a little while, will you?"
"When he was up here before I was tempted to come down," the man, Harry, said. "I didn't know he knew I was his father, though, did you tell him?"
"Yes, I did."
"Why Dumbledore? Because of that he's had six years to build up his hatred for me! But you didn't say anything about Ginny! Why not? So he would think bad of me, but not of his mother?"
"It wasn't my place to tell him about Ginny."
"Oh that's rich! Yet its Ok for you to tell him whatever about me? Because I'm an orphan? Because I don't have a family to tell him for me? You knew the Weasleys didn't know about him! Poor James..."
"His name's David, Harry."
Robert uttered a little gasp of air. He backed down the stairs silently and left the tower as quickly as possible.
Ginny was David's mother? Assuming they were talking about Dave... but Harry had called him James...? So, who was Harry? The only Harry he knew of was Harry Potter, who was planning on marrying Ginny...
Robert sank down against the wall. He looked around, he was in the library corridor. David Martin, the orphan, was the only son of the legendary Harry Potter... but, that couldn't be right! David was just average at everything... he had no special powers, not that Robert knew of anyway. He wasn't smart, well, not above average, and he didn't have glasses or green eyes... Harry Potter traits. As well as the scar...
Now, the question was, should he tell David he knew or not? Should he tell him that both his parents were in the castle...?
And here's my disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, DUH! I'M NOT THAT GOOD MAN!:P ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
David heard Snape taking more points from Gryffindor and he felt his anger boil, rising in his throat as bile.
Instead of going to Care of Magical Creatures, he ran as fast as he could to Dumbledore's office when he heard the bell ring, in the hope that no one would see him.
He didn't know the password... shit.
Just then the Gargoyle leapt aside and out stepped a lady with red hair and brown eyes. David stepped past her without a second glance and ran up the moving staircase.
David knocked on Dumbledore's office door. He could hear people talking inside. They suddenly went quiet and David heard footsteps, before Dumbledore's voice floated through the wood. "Come in."
David opened the door. He looked around, Dumbledore was the only one in the office. But there were three cups on the table.
"David, sit down. What are you doing here? You should be in class."
"Sir, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of Snape, he's driving me mad! Always taunting me about my stupid father. Oh yes, Mr. Courageous my dad was. He wouldn't even stick around when mum needed him, when I needed him. No, instead he just ran! Then, mum ran. Who is she? I know you know who she is. You have always known."
"David, it's not my place to tell you."
"WELL THEN WHO'S PLACE IS IT? WELL? WHO? MY FATHER'S GONE! HE CAN'T TELL ME! MY MOTHER'S – GOD KNOWS! SHE CAN'T TELL ME!" David was breathing hard and glaring at the Headmaster. "If Potter was so good why isn't he here, claiming his mistake? That's all I am, isn't it? I'm a bloody mistake-!"
"David, calm down."
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" David picked up a photo of Harry that was sitting on the desk, framed in gold. He looked at the smiling face and glared at it. Harry would have been about his own age in this picture, and beside him was a pretty girl with red hair. It was Ginny Weasley, David had seen pictures of her before.
"That photo was taken in your father's seventh year... two years before you were born. He and Ginny were planning to get married, once Voldemort was destroyed."
David glared resolutely at the picture. Where had he seen her before? Maybe it was just the resemblance she had to the other Weasley's... yes, that was all it was.
"They wanted to have a baby boy and girl, one of each. They were going to name their boy James David Potter, and their girl was going to be Lily Molly Potter. You look a lot like him, you know."
"Who?" David asked quietly, still looking at the picture. What was Dumbledore trying to say.
"Harry, James. Both of them. With Ginny's eyes you have James' colour, and the rest of you is Harry."
David felt his eyes sting and he squeezed them shut, and then threw the picture with all his strength at the wall, and that was no small feat. The glass shattered and the picture fell to the floor, covered in glass. The anger ebbed away from him.
David stared at what he'd done and then looked at Dumbledore.
"Is that all? Your father ruined more things than that." Dumbledore had a slight twinkle in his eye and David felt angry again. Why was he always so calm? Why did he have to compare David to his father? No, not his father. He had no father.
"I don't have a father."
"Why not?"
"Because..." David paused, staring at the man in front of him. "Because the man who conceived me was a spineless worm, who... who... well, he didn't care about me!"
"Of course he did."
"Why did he leave then? Why did my mum leave? If she was indeed who you say she was then she had family that would have welcomed her with a child! Ron had a kid and he wasn't kicked out! What was she scared of?"
"She was scared for your safety; she was scared that you would be killed by Voldemort or his Death Eaters. David, you were two when Voldemort was killed, she was afraid, and so was Harry, that if Voldemort found out that she and Harry had a child together, he would destroy Harry through you. So, when she found out she was pregnant she went into hiding and only Harry knew where she was, then, when she had you, she sent you to an orphanage."
David was sitting on the ground now, looking at the floor and fiddling with the picture. All this time he'd had family all around him, and all this time no one had told him... he'd thought he was alone...
"Who was that lady?" David asked suddenly. "The one with red hair, who left just before I got here?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he smiled. David looked at the picture again.
"They could have protected me without sending me away," David told Dumbledore firmly before he left. He didn't go back to class; he went to the lake and sat down again, where he had sat only the day before.
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Robert walked over to where David sat. During Care of Magical Creatures one of the Hufflepuff girls had noticed him and that alerted Robert.
David looked like shit, his eyes were red, his hands were cut and his face was screwed up in angry thought.
"David?" Robert asked quietly, sitting down. "David?" He said louder. David's head shot up.
"Oh, hello Rob."
"What's up? Where did you go after potions?"
"I went to speak with Dumbledore." Robert got the distinct impression that it wasn't a very good talk with Dumbledore.
"What about?" He asked, against his better judgement.
"Things. My parents."
"But, no one knows who your parents are..." Robert said, confused.
"Yes, they do." David started making ripples in the water with his fingers, making their reflections flicker.
"Do you know who they are?"
David didn't say anything. Robert looked from their reflections to his face. He did know, it was obvious now, after what he'd said in Potions, he at least knew who his father was.
"Dave, come on. You can tell me."
"Your Aunty Ginny is at the school," David said suddenly, "I saw her."
Robert felt his mouth drop in shock. His parents hadn't seen Ginny in thirteen years. That would mean that Harry Potter was back, too, though...
"Are you sure it was her?"
"Yes, Dumbledore told me."
Robert was fighting between being a good friend and meeting Aunt Ginny again. He should stay and talk with David... but...
"You can go, you know, I'm fine here," David said.
"Are you sure? Why don't you come with me?" Robert paused and David shook his head firmly.
"No, no. It's a time for family. You go and see her."
"Ok, if you're sure. But you are family, well, you're considered family. Do you know where she was going?"
"No, sorry. I just saw her leaving Dumbledore's office."
Robert bid David farewell and then walked up to the castle, maybe he could ask Dumbledore...
There was about ten minutes of break left, and Robert ran almost all the way to Dumbledore's office. Luckily he knew the password when he got there.
"Gobbleworms." The Gargoyle sprang aside and Robert hurried up the stairs. He stopped when he reached the top. There were voices inside. One was Dumbledore's, and the other was a low male voice.
"Albus, he's my son! I want to see him."
"Harry, you heard him before, he doesn't regard you as his father, let him cool down a little. You saw what he did to that frame, because YOU were in it. Leave him be a little while, will you?"
"When he was up here before I was tempted to come down," the man, Harry, said. "I didn't know he knew I was his father, though, did you tell him?"
"Yes, I did."
"Why Dumbledore? Because of that he's had six years to build up his hatred for me! But you didn't say anything about Ginny! Why not? So he would think bad of me, but not of his mother?"
"It wasn't my place to tell him about Ginny."
"Oh that's rich! Yet its Ok for you to tell him whatever about me? Because I'm an orphan? Because I don't have a family to tell him for me? You knew the Weasleys didn't know about him! Poor James..."
"His name's David, Harry."
Robert uttered a little gasp of air. He backed down the stairs silently and left the tower as quickly as possible.
Ginny was David's mother? Assuming they were talking about Dave... but Harry had called him James...? So, who was Harry? The only Harry he knew of was Harry Potter, who was planning on marrying Ginny...
Robert sank down against the wall. He looked around, he was in the library corridor. David Martin, the orphan, was the only son of the legendary Harry Potter... but, that couldn't be right! David was just average at everything... he had no special powers, not that Robert knew of anyway. He wasn't smart, well, not above average, and he didn't have glasses or green eyes... Harry Potter traits. As well as the scar...
Now, the question was, should he tell David he knew or not? Should he tell him that both his parents were in the castle...?