This is my first fanfiction and I think the first chapter is bad, but
please review!
If there are mistakes, please correct me, I'm not sure how bad my English
is.
I do not own anything.
Chapter 1
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at midnight on July the 31th, 1996. He had a letter in his hand that Lily Potter had told him not to open before Harry's sixteenth birthday. Now he opened and read it. His face lost all color. He immediately got up from his chair and left.
A woman was lying in a hospital bed. She was very exhausted and her beautiful dark curls were hanging wet in her face. She looked lovingly at the little newborn baby in her arms. Even though she knew what was about to happen soon, she smiled as she watched the sleeping child, that was not yet knowing how hard life could be. He only knew his mother's warm, caring hold but soon he wouldn't have that anymore.
She could now only hope for life to not to be too hard on her son, and hope that his father would eventually find him. She had named the baby after his father, a great man. He was so full of love inside, but nobody except her knew that, cause he never showed that side to anyone but her.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle", she whispered. The baby had his father's dark green eyes and the same soft thin lips that could smile in such a charming way and the same black hair. Little Tom laughed a sweet baby laugh. She would protect him until the end. She knew of the magic of love, and when she died wishing something for her son, she could make it happen after death.
Suddenly the door burst open and a woman and two men came in. The woman had a terribly sad expression on her face. One of the men pointed his wand at the woman in the bed and said "Avada Kedavra"
When her heart stopped beating, the woman thought "Please, little Tom, remember this and whatever they will tell you, remember who you are someday and who your real family is." Then it was all over.
The woman at the door had now tears in her eyes and rushed to the bed and picked up the now crying baby. She looked sadly at the dead woman one last time and whispered quietly "I promise."
Harry James Potter suddenly woke up in his bed from a dream. He could remember it clearly. There had been people he knew, his parents and Dumbledore. But there had also been a woman with a child that he somehow had felt connected to. In his dream he had felt what she felt and known what she was thinking. Dumbledore had killed her.
"Would Dumbledore kill people?" he thought. This woman had loved Voldemort and the baby had been his. But that was nonsense. It probably had been a normal strange dream, even though a very real one. Having a child was not very Voldemort-like. Harry slowly sat up in the bed and turned the light on. It was 0:30am. He had been 16 now for half an hour without knowing it.
Then he understood. He remembered.
It had not been a normal dream, it had been the past. His past. And he had seen himself. He had been the baby in the arms of his mother. And, well, then... Voldemort had to be his father. The Potter's had not been his family. Strangely he remained calm about that. It felt somehow natural to him. Harry wondered if Voldemort knew. Probably not, after all he wanted to kill Harry.
Suddenly somebody knocked on the door and Albus Dumbledore came in.
"Don't worry, the muggles won't notice." He said quickly. "You know it?"
Harry nodded, confused about Dumbledore's sudden arrival.
"Let me explain." Dumbledore said and sat down on a chair. At that Harry became angry. This man had killed his mother- what had been her name?- and now came here and acted as if everything was normal? But he listened.
"Shortly before you were born, I found out that Voldemort had a wife, Matilda Riddle. No one else knew that. Wouldn't have fitted into the image people had of him. I thought maybe I could intimidate him if I had her. So when he was in the mountains to a problem with the giants, I used the opportunity and kidnapped Matilda when he couldn't help her. But she was pregnant with you. I didn't want to harm an unborn child so I waited until you were born and then killed her. She had named you Tom Marvolo Riddle, after your father. She really loved him." Dumbledore paused. Harry quietly said "I know." There was a short silence, then the headmaster continued.
"I gave you to the Potters and put a charm on you to make you look like their own child. And they loved you like their own child. They even died for you. But there were things I didn't know. I've just read a letter from Lily which she had told me not to open before your 16th birthday, today. She wrote me that Matilda Black- yes, she was also a cousin of Sirius'-" at the name Harry felt a painful sadness come up inside of him, his godfather Sirius had been killed by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange a month ago- "that she had been her best friend at school and that she had promised Matilda to make my charm on you wear off when you'd be 16, and Matilda had made you remember the day you were born and she died. What happened? Did you get a vision?" Dumbledore looked straight into Harry's eyes. Harry looked away. "Well, you must certainly be upset," Dumbledore said in an understanding voice. "I can understand you..."
"NO YOU CAN'T!" Harry yelled. Again he wanted to hurt Dumbledore, like in his office when Sirius had just died. How dared he say he understood him? Why had he been lying to Harry again? 2You lied to me AGAIN! Never I get to know the truth! You don't have any idea how that feels! You always think you know everything, but you know nothing. You don't understand me. You never did. You killed my mother! How could you do this to me? Why?"
"I'm not yet finished with my explanation." Dumbledore said calmly. "I do not believe to know everything, or to completely understand you. But I'm trying to do my best.. I have to admit that I lied to you, and now the only thing I want is to tell you the truth. The only thing I expect from you is to listen and control your temper for a while. Do you accept?"
"Yes", Harry said angrily while trying to calm down.
"I killed your mother because she was the closest and most loyal person to Lord Voldemort. Please be furious at me later. Now, as I said, my charm is wearing off. You are slowly changing your appearance. I notice that your eyes have gotten darker and since I arrived you have grown a bit. This will probably take days, but I could quicken it. The point is, you will look different. So I thought that we could say that you changed schools from Durmstrang and you go to Hogwarts under your real name, and we let an Auror replace you. So you will be safe from Voldemort..."
"Why should I be safe from him if he's my father? And what's with the prophecy?" Harry asked.
"The prophecy was a lie." Dumbledore said, looking older than Harry had ever seen him. "I'm sorry. I only want the best for you, but I made too many mistakes. I can really only try anymore. So I will talk to Ron and Hermione, but I am not going to tell them everything. The less people know about you the better. I'm sure Remus Lupin would love to take your place, and you can make friends with them at school again. But you will have to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until term starts. Is that OK for you?"
Harry nodded numbly. He didn't care anything at the moment.
"Stand up, I'll take my charm off you now." Dumbledore said.
Harry stood up and Dumbledore touched Harry with his wand. Harry felt a strange prickling sensation through his whole body for a moment, then saw Dumbledore staring wide-eyed at him. The headmaster caught himself again and said "You look just like your father." And he conjured up a mirror.
Harry looked into it and gasped unbelievingly.
He looked exactly like he remembered Tom Riddle from the diary- wait, that was his own name, too. He was now in some kind of shocked trance, recognizing everything around him but not feeling anything about it. He still had his scar on the forehead, but now it was more clearly remarkable because his skin was paler and his hair was sleek and didn't cover it. Dumbledore seemed to also have noticed that because he said "I can make your scar invisible, but unfortunately I can't make it gone. You will still feel it hurt." He murmured some spell and pointed his wand at Harry's scar and it was invisible but Harry felt it was still there. Dumbledore quickly packed Harry's things by magic, and they left by Floo Powder to the Leaky Cauldron. Dumbledore instructed Harry to get a room. Harry immediately went to bed. He didn't want to think about this night's events, only to drift into a deep dreamless sleep.
But the image which he had held of Dumbledore for years as the great, wise old man he trusted in so much had shattered.
Sorry that this chapter was so bad, I didn't know how to start the story.
I think it will get better in the next chapters.
I do not own anything.
Chapter 1
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at midnight on July the 31th, 1996. He had a letter in his hand that Lily Potter had told him not to open before Harry's sixteenth birthday. Now he opened and read it. His face lost all color. He immediately got up from his chair and left.
A woman was lying in a hospital bed. She was very exhausted and her beautiful dark curls were hanging wet in her face. She looked lovingly at the little newborn baby in her arms. Even though she knew what was about to happen soon, she smiled as she watched the sleeping child, that was not yet knowing how hard life could be. He only knew his mother's warm, caring hold but soon he wouldn't have that anymore.
She could now only hope for life to not to be too hard on her son, and hope that his father would eventually find him. She had named the baby after his father, a great man. He was so full of love inside, but nobody except her knew that, cause he never showed that side to anyone but her.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle", she whispered. The baby had his father's dark green eyes and the same soft thin lips that could smile in such a charming way and the same black hair. Little Tom laughed a sweet baby laugh. She would protect him until the end. She knew of the magic of love, and when she died wishing something for her son, she could make it happen after death.
Suddenly the door burst open and a woman and two men came in. The woman had a terribly sad expression on her face. One of the men pointed his wand at the woman in the bed and said "Avada Kedavra"
When her heart stopped beating, the woman thought "Please, little Tom, remember this and whatever they will tell you, remember who you are someday and who your real family is." Then it was all over.
The woman at the door had now tears in her eyes and rushed to the bed and picked up the now crying baby. She looked sadly at the dead woman one last time and whispered quietly "I promise."
Harry James Potter suddenly woke up in his bed from a dream. He could remember it clearly. There had been people he knew, his parents and Dumbledore. But there had also been a woman with a child that he somehow had felt connected to. In his dream he had felt what she felt and known what she was thinking. Dumbledore had killed her.
"Would Dumbledore kill people?" he thought. This woman had loved Voldemort and the baby had been his. But that was nonsense. It probably had been a normal strange dream, even though a very real one. Having a child was not very Voldemort-like. Harry slowly sat up in the bed and turned the light on. It was 0:30am. He had been 16 now for half an hour without knowing it.
Then he understood. He remembered.
It had not been a normal dream, it had been the past. His past. And he had seen himself. He had been the baby in the arms of his mother. And, well, then... Voldemort had to be his father. The Potter's had not been his family. Strangely he remained calm about that. It felt somehow natural to him. Harry wondered if Voldemort knew. Probably not, after all he wanted to kill Harry.
Suddenly somebody knocked on the door and Albus Dumbledore came in.
"Don't worry, the muggles won't notice." He said quickly. "You know it?"
Harry nodded, confused about Dumbledore's sudden arrival.
"Let me explain." Dumbledore said and sat down on a chair. At that Harry became angry. This man had killed his mother- what had been her name?- and now came here and acted as if everything was normal? But he listened.
"Shortly before you were born, I found out that Voldemort had a wife, Matilda Riddle. No one else knew that. Wouldn't have fitted into the image people had of him. I thought maybe I could intimidate him if I had her. So when he was in the mountains to a problem with the giants, I used the opportunity and kidnapped Matilda when he couldn't help her. But she was pregnant with you. I didn't want to harm an unborn child so I waited until you were born and then killed her. She had named you Tom Marvolo Riddle, after your father. She really loved him." Dumbledore paused. Harry quietly said "I know." There was a short silence, then the headmaster continued.
"I gave you to the Potters and put a charm on you to make you look like their own child. And they loved you like their own child. They even died for you. But there were things I didn't know. I've just read a letter from Lily which she had told me not to open before your 16th birthday, today. She wrote me that Matilda Black- yes, she was also a cousin of Sirius'-" at the name Harry felt a painful sadness come up inside of him, his godfather Sirius had been killed by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange a month ago- "that she had been her best friend at school and that she had promised Matilda to make my charm on you wear off when you'd be 16, and Matilda had made you remember the day you were born and she died. What happened? Did you get a vision?" Dumbledore looked straight into Harry's eyes. Harry looked away. "Well, you must certainly be upset," Dumbledore said in an understanding voice. "I can understand you..."
"NO YOU CAN'T!" Harry yelled. Again he wanted to hurt Dumbledore, like in his office when Sirius had just died. How dared he say he understood him? Why had he been lying to Harry again? 2You lied to me AGAIN! Never I get to know the truth! You don't have any idea how that feels! You always think you know everything, but you know nothing. You don't understand me. You never did. You killed my mother! How could you do this to me? Why?"
"I'm not yet finished with my explanation." Dumbledore said calmly. "I do not believe to know everything, or to completely understand you. But I'm trying to do my best.. I have to admit that I lied to you, and now the only thing I want is to tell you the truth. The only thing I expect from you is to listen and control your temper for a while. Do you accept?"
"Yes", Harry said angrily while trying to calm down.
"I killed your mother because she was the closest and most loyal person to Lord Voldemort. Please be furious at me later. Now, as I said, my charm is wearing off. You are slowly changing your appearance. I notice that your eyes have gotten darker and since I arrived you have grown a bit. This will probably take days, but I could quicken it. The point is, you will look different. So I thought that we could say that you changed schools from Durmstrang and you go to Hogwarts under your real name, and we let an Auror replace you. So you will be safe from Voldemort..."
"Why should I be safe from him if he's my father? And what's with the prophecy?" Harry asked.
"The prophecy was a lie." Dumbledore said, looking older than Harry had ever seen him. "I'm sorry. I only want the best for you, but I made too many mistakes. I can really only try anymore. So I will talk to Ron and Hermione, but I am not going to tell them everything. The less people know about you the better. I'm sure Remus Lupin would love to take your place, and you can make friends with them at school again. But you will have to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until term starts. Is that OK for you?"
Harry nodded numbly. He didn't care anything at the moment.
"Stand up, I'll take my charm off you now." Dumbledore said.
Harry stood up and Dumbledore touched Harry with his wand. Harry felt a strange prickling sensation through his whole body for a moment, then saw Dumbledore staring wide-eyed at him. The headmaster caught himself again and said "You look just like your father." And he conjured up a mirror.
Harry looked into it and gasped unbelievingly.
He looked exactly like he remembered Tom Riddle from the diary- wait, that was his own name, too. He was now in some kind of shocked trance, recognizing everything around him but not feeling anything about it. He still had his scar on the forehead, but now it was more clearly remarkable because his skin was paler and his hair was sleek and didn't cover it. Dumbledore seemed to also have noticed that because he said "I can make your scar invisible, but unfortunately I can't make it gone. You will still feel it hurt." He murmured some spell and pointed his wand at Harry's scar and it was invisible but Harry felt it was still there. Dumbledore quickly packed Harry's things by magic, and they left by Floo Powder to the Leaky Cauldron. Dumbledore instructed Harry to get a room. Harry immediately went to bed. He didn't want to think about this night's events, only to drift into a deep dreamless sleep.
But the image which he had held of Dumbledore for years as the great, wise old man he trusted in so much had shattered.
Sorry that this chapter was so bad, I didn't know how to start the story.
I think it will get better in the next chapters.