Declaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
Family Ties
By Sukura
Chapter Four: Unburying the Past.
Evelyn Laura Potter,
His wife,
His Beloved,
Staring at the boy, the book clutched to his chest, knuckles going white as he griped the spine of the book. Its just chance that the boy's surname is Potter that's a common enough name, just an every day name. As far as Devin knew his wife didn't have any family. She never talked about them and he never really brought it up, except for that one time:
"Don't you want your family to come to our wedding," Devin asked.
"No, as far as I'm concerned, you're the only family that I have," Eva said.
He never forgot how sad she looked when she talked about her family. Devin could tell that her family was a sore subject to her, so he always tried to avoid the subject, all together. He remembered the day their son was born, he was so proud at that moment, watching his beautiful wife holding their new infant son.
"I wish my parents were alive to see this," Devin commented.
A very sad look came over Eva's face. "Your parents would have been very proud of you wouldn't they."
"I hope they would have been." Devin said looking at his wife.
Eva lay on the hospital bed starring down at their son as she cradled him in her arms. "My family was so disappointed in me," she said softly still looking down at the baby's full head of dark hair. "I wasn't like them, I was different, but now no matter how you turn out Jamison, I will be so proud of you and I will love you no matter what you are." She leaned down and softly kissed their baby's forehead. "No matter what." Devin had watched her as she held her son close. Neither one speaking, a comfortable silence fell between them as they both watched their precious bundle sleep peacefully.
It was these memories that Devin treasured the most, when he had his family. A low moan shook Devin out of his dreams of the past, as the boy's body twisted and turned in his bed, he was covered in sweat, and he was obviously having a nightmare. Devin frowned with concern.
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His scar hurt, it was a hot piercing pain that drove him to his knees. Clutching his forehead, Harry rocked back and forward as the pain washed over him.
"You have the information that I need," a harsh voice hissed from somewhere near him.
The pain from his scar had lessened enough for Harry to look up; it was then that Harry noticed the room he was in. Shadow hid the details of the room, while the bare light bulb behind the adults standing before Harry, threw their faces into shadows that he could not see through. Harry felt that he had been in this room before, but the details wouldn't come to him. It was as if part of his brain was still asleep. Stepping out of the shadows, Harry gasped as he recognized the horrid face of Voldemont before him.
"I do my Lord." A small hesitant voice said.
Harry turned toward the voice and it was then that he noticed another person. Light poured through the cracks between the boards covering the window behind the person. Harry could make out a tall slender man's form, his arms held awkwardly at his side, the face was hidden in the shadows.
A dream, this is a dream Harry thought.
"You will tell me what I want," Lord Voldemont hissed as he moved toward the man " Or you will regret it."
"I.I.I won't," the man tried to say. " Yes my Lord." He said defeated.
That voice, I know that voice. I've heard it before, but where?
"It's no use to fight me," Voldemont sneered. " Isn't that right my dear." Voldemont turned to stare at a young girl who moved to stand beside him.
"It's a pointless gesture, but I'm sure it makes him feel better." she said smiling.
Harry could make out the girl's pale skin that looked almost transparent in the pale light of the darkened room. With her long flowing hair and light many-layered gown of silk, she had a ghostly pale look.
"Why?" the man's voice quivered with pain. " I loved you."
The girl smiled sweetly and walked closer to the man.
It was then that Harry realized that the man's arms were bound tightly by the large python wrapped around him.
"You're very sweet in a stupid way," the girl said moving even closer, she encircled her arms around the man's neck and kissed him softly on the lips. " But you're not my type."
As she stood up from kissing the man, she brushed her hair away from her face and when she did, her sleeve slid down her thin pale arm revealing to Harry, the mark of a death eater burned into her skin.
"A Death Eater," Harry said softly.
"You will give me the information that I need." Voldemont said as he caressed the python's smooth head.
"No," said the man very, very softly.
"You will," Voldemont hissed raising his wand toward the man. " You will, Crucio."
The man screams echoed through the deserted house as the python coiled ever tighter.
Harry could do nothing but watch, he wanted to move closer or call out, anything to help the man before him, but he found himself paralyzed. I know it's a dream, but it so real. I know who this man is, if only I could see his face, Harry thought.
Voldemont laughed, "You will tell me everything I need."
"Kill me," the man pleaded.
"Oh no, I have plans for you," Voldemont said, " Your part in my plans is far from over." An evil twisted smile appeared on Voldemont's face, holding up his wand once more, he said. "Crucio."
The last thing that Harry heard before he was pulled into darkness, were the agonizing screams of the tortured man.
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"No, leave him alone," Harry moaned.
A hand caressed Harry's forehead pushing a few strands of hair off of his face. It was then that Devin noticed the lightning shaped scar in the middle of the boys' forehead. This scar Devin thought, Jamison doesn't have a scar like this. Tracing the scar with his fingers, Devin noticed Harry's flushed face and hot skin
"You're burning up," Devin said in concern.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Harry felt himself being pulled back to his body and became aware of someone caressing his forehead.
"You burning up," Harry heard someone say.
Uncle Vernon? This was the first thought that came to Harry's foggy mind as he slowly woke up.
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Emerald green eyes fluttered open and stared in shock at the man hovering over him.
Devin could only stare at the beautiful green eyes that looked so much like his beloved wife's. Devin was so lost in thought that he was totally taken off guard when Harry scrambled off his bed, almost knocking Devin to the floor. Harry grabbed his wand from the nightstand and pointed it at a shocked Devin.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded.
"What do you mean who am I, stop fooling around Jamison and put that stick down." Devin said.
Harry just stared at the man, wand aimed, ready for anything.
"Jamison, son, what's wrong with you. Don't you even recognize your own father."
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I would like to thank my Uncle for helping me with my story without him I would not have posted it.
I would also like to thank everyone, who reviewed the last chapter, thank you. I also would like to say sorry for taking so long to get this out.
Please review and tell me what you think.
Family Ties
By Sukura
Chapter Four: Unburying the Past.
Evelyn Laura Potter,
His wife,
His Beloved,
Staring at the boy, the book clutched to his chest, knuckles going white as he griped the spine of the book. Its just chance that the boy's surname is Potter that's a common enough name, just an every day name. As far as Devin knew his wife didn't have any family. She never talked about them and he never really brought it up, except for that one time:
"Don't you want your family to come to our wedding," Devin asked.
"No, as far as I'm concerned, you're the only family that I have," Eva said.
He never forgot how sad she looked when she talked about her family. Devin could tell that her family was a sore subject to her, so he always tried to avoid the subject, all together. He remembered the day their son was born, he was so proud at that moment, watching his beautiful wife holding their new infant son.
"I wish my parents were alive to see this," Devin commented.
A very sad look came over Eva's face. "Your parents would have been very proud of you wouldn't they."
"I hope they would have been." Devin said looking at his wife.
Eva lay on the hospital bed starring down at their son as she cradled him in her arms. "My family was so disappointed in me," she said softly still looking down at the baby's full head of dark hair. "I wasn't like them, I was different, but now no matter how you turn out Jamison, I will be so proud of you and I will love you no matter what you are." She leaned down and softly kissed their baby's forehead. "No matter what." Devin had watched her as she held her son close. Neither one speaking, a comfortable silence fell between them as they both watched their precious bundle sleep peacefully.
It was these memories that Devin treasured the most, when he had his family. A low moan shook Devin out of his dreams of the past, as the boy's body twisted and turned in his bed, he was covered in sweat, and he was obviously having a nightmare. Devin frowned with concern.
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His scar hurt, it was a hot piercing pain that drove him to his knees. Clutching his forehead, Harry rocked back and forward as the pain washed over him.
"You have the information that I need," a harsh voice hissed from somewhere near him.
The pain from his scar had lessened enough for Harry to look up; it was then that Harry noticed the room he was in. Shadow hid the details of the room, while the bare light bulb behind the adults standing before Harry, threw their faces into shadows that he could not see through. Harry felt that he had been in this room before, but the details wouldn't come to him. It was as if part of his brain was still asleep. Stepping out of the shadows, Harry gasped as he recognized the horrid face of Voldemont before him.
"I do my Lord." A small hesitant voice said.
Harry turned toward the voice and it was then that he noticed another person. Light poured through the cracks between the boards covering the window behind the person. Harry could make out a tall slender man's form, his arms held awkwardly at his side, the face was hidden in the shadows.
A dream, this is a dream Harry thought.
"You will tell me what I want," Lord Voldemont hissed as he moved toward the man " Or you will regret it."
"I.I.I won't," the man tried to say. " Yes my Lord." He said defeated.
That voice, I know that voice. I've heard it before, but where?
"It's no use to fight me," Voldemont sneered. " Isn't that right my dear." Voldemont turned to stare at a young girl who moved to stand beside him.
"It's a pointless gesture, but I'm sure it makes him feel better." she said smiling.
Harry could make out the girl's pale skin that looked almost transparent in the pale light of the darkened room. With her long flowing hair and light many-layered gown of silk, she had a ghostly pale look.
"Why?" the man's voice quivered with pain. " I loved you."
The girl smiled sweetly and walked closer to the man.
It was then that Harry realized that the man's arms were bound tightly by the large python wrapped around him.
"You're very sweet in a stupid way," the girl said moving even closer, she encircled her arms around the man's neck and kissed him softly on the lips. " But you're not my type."
As she stood up from kissing the man, she brushed her hair away from her face and when she did, her sleeve slid down her thin pale arm revealing to Harry, the mark of a death eater burned into her skin.
"A Death Eater," Harry said softly.
"You will give me the information that I need." Voldemont said as he caressed the python's smooth head.
"No," said the man very, very softly.
"You will," Voldemont hissed raising his wand toward the man. " You will, Crucio."
The man screams echoed through the deserted house as the python coiled ever tighter.
Harry could do nothing but watch, he wanted to move closer or call out, anything to help the man before him, but he found himself paralyzed. I know it's a dream, but it so real. I know who this man is, if only I could see his face, Harry thought.
Voldemont laughed, "You will tell me everything I need."
"Kill me," the man pleaded.
"Oh no, I have plans for you," Voldemont said, " Your part in my plans is far from over." An evil twisted smile appeared on Voldemont's face, holding up his wand once more, he said. "Crucio."
The last thing that Harry heard before he was pulled into darkness, were the agonizing screams of the tortured man.
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"No, leave him alone," Harry moaned.
A hand caressed Harry's forehead pushing a few strands of hair off of his face. It was then that Devin noticed the lightning shaped scar in the middle of the boys' forehead. This scar Devin thought, Jamison doesn't have a scar like this. Tracing the scar with his fingers, Devin noticed Harry's flushed face and hot skin
"You're burning up," Devin said in concern.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Harry felt himself being pulled back to his body and became aware of someone caressing his forehead.
"You burning up," Harry heard someone say.
Uncle Vernon? This was the first thought that came to Harry's foggy mind as he slowly woke up.
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Emerald green eyes fluttered open and stared in shock at the man hovering over him.
Devin could only stare at the beautiful green eyes that looked so much like his beloved wife's. Devin was so lost in thought that he was totally taken off guard when Harry scrambled off his bed, almost knocking Devin to the floor. Harry grabbed his wand from the nightstand and pointed it at a shocked Devin.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded.
"What do you mean who am I, stop fooling around Jamison and put that stick down." Devin said.
Harry just stared at the man, wand aimed, ready for anything.
"Jamison, son, what's wrong with you. Don't you even recognize your own father."
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I would like to thank my Uncle for helping me with my story without him I would not have posted it.
I would also like to thank everyone, who reviewed the last chapter, thank you. I also would like to say sorry for taking so long to get this out.
Please review and tell me what you think.