Family Ties
By Sukura
Chapter Five: The Calm Before the Storm
Jamison,
My son,
My only family,
Mine,
His son stood before him, so close Devin could smell that sweet clean smell of the child, he could see every dark hair gently moving in the air. How long he had waited for this moment when he would be reunited with his son. But something was wrong, Jamison was backing away from him, his son was afraid, how could he be afraid of him his father. It was happening again, his son was pushing him away, just like before. The memory of his son's eyes came back to him.
Terrified green eyes,
Pleading with him,
Begging him to stop,
"Jamison, please don't be afraid of me, it won't happen again, I'm much better now. I don't know what happen that night. I've forgotten," Devin pleaded, stepping closer to the frighten boy holding his hand out towards him.
Harry took a step back feeling trapped; his wand still aimed at the man chest's.
"Jamison, put that stick down," Devin said, for some reason the little branch made him feel strangely uneasy.
"Stay back," Harry called out as he backed into the wall of the bedroom. "Or else I'll hex you."
Hex me, Devin thought as he raised an eyebrow and wondered what his son meant by that, the boy couldn't really plan on hitting him with that stick that he was waving around.
Harry was trying to figure out what the man wanted, if he was a Death Eater, a weird Muggle or just plain crazy. Who was this Jamison and why did this strange man keep calling him that?
"How were you able to get in here," Harry asked out loud? Wasn't the whole reason he was being forced to stay at the stupid Dursley's house was because of the blood protection that was supposed to protect him from the Dark Lord. So how was one of his servants able to get in here?
Devin stared uneasily at Jamison and wondered again why the boy was pointing that stick at him, what could he possible do with it. Suddenly the boy wavered on his feet, his eyes becoming unfocused and dropping the stick to the floor. Devin was at his side in a second.
"Jamison!!!"
Harry wasn't quite sure what was happening, the pain, hot piercing pain that ripped through his head. He couldn't concentrate, he felt himself falling. But steadying arms caught him before he could hit the ground and the last thing that Harry saw was the concerned, frightened, features on the stranger's face looking down at him.
Devin stared down at the unconscious boy in shock, as blood seeped out of the strange scare on the boy's forehead, slowly sliding down the boy's cheek and dripping onto the floor in a dark small puddle.
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Ron Weasley sighed in frustration. He had spent the last two hours trapped in the dark, in a small stuffy, very cramped closet. It smelled of old used shoes, mothballs, old ladies perfume and what probably once was a small brown mouse shriveled in the corner. Considering that it's a storage closet, Ron wasn't surprised that it didn't smell like roses. It was dark and there were, to his horror, probably spiders in here, big hairy spiders. It didn't matter how long he screamed, no one heard him. Ron cursed under his breath, Fred and George had probably put a silence charm around the closet so no one would hear his screams of frustration. Them and their stupid little pranks, Ron thought. He wondered how he could be so stupid to get caught in the twins stupid Portkey. They had finally figured out how to make their very own mini Portkey and had been trying it out on everyone (secretly of course, if their mum had found out she would throw a fit). At first it was funny, but now they had gone to far this time Ron felt. It had been comical when they had tricked Ginny and trapped her inside the tool shed outback. Of course Ginny was pretty mad, but after awhile she had gotten over it and had laughed along with them. But Ginny had only been trapped in the tool shed for about fifteen-minute, not for what felt like hours. Suddenly the door flew open, and light spilled over the darkness. Ron covered his eyes in an attempt to keep the light from blinding him, but failed. When the little blotches had cleared from his eyes and he could finally see, his stupid twin brothers were staring in at him. Both had identical big smile plastered on their freckled goofy faces.
Ron tried to glare at them while blinking his eyes to stop them from tearing up in the bright light.
"Sorry about that," George said first.
"We sort of forgot about you," Fred admitted "Lunch, you know."
Ron glared and tried to look furious as he got off the floor and brushed the dust bunnies off his clothes.
"Dad's looking for you, didn't you hear him calling," George said with a snicker.
Ron slowly crept out of the closet; his whole body was stiff and he ached all over. Not to mention that his legs had fallen asleep after he had been sitting on them for over two hours. He slowly started to limp towards the kitchen.
"You're not going to tell mum are you?" Fred asked, a little worried as he followed his little brother down the hallway.
Ron ignored him, picking bits of dried bugs from his hair.
Fred and George gave each other a look as they walked behind him.
"Look, were sorry, it was an accident, we had only planned to leave you in there for about 10 to 15 minutes," George said.
Ron turned and glared.
"Honest, it's the truth," both George and Fred said in unison. Holding up their right hands and saying, "Cross our heart and hope to die."
"I wish," said Ron as he turned around and continued to the kitchen.
They went to far this time Ron thought angrily. One way or another I'm going to get back at them, his thoughts were so full of plotting his revenge, he did even notice his father's voice, until her was standing right next to him.
"Ron, there you are, I've been looking all over for you," Mr. Weasley said.
"Well, I was kinda locked up," Ron said with a shrug.
"Do I even what to know?" Mr. Weasley asked with a sigh. "What did they do this time?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," Ron said, but I'll get even with them myself, he thought.
"I'll let it go for now, I wanted to know if you had gotten a letter from Harry?"
"Not lately, but I should be getting one anytime now," Ron replied. "Why?"
"Dumbledore is worried, strange things have been happening, wizards have been disappearing, only to show up days later with no memory of where they have been."
"A memory charm?" Ron asked
"A very strong memory charm, no one has been able to brake it, but that's not the only thing that is worrying Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley said.
Ron knew that if he wanted to learn more about what was going on he would have to play it cool. If he acted too eager, his dad would remember he wasn't supposed to be talking about the Order's business in front of the kids.
Since Voldemort's return, the whole Weasley family had been on high alert, there had even been talk about moving to a more secure location. But Mrs. Weasley was dead set against it. This was her home, the Weasley clan had lived there for generations and she was not going to be bullied out of her home. Ron had a feeling that once Voldemort got more active, she would change her mind.
"Do you think it's He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did it?" Ron asked when his dad didn't give him any more information.
"We do, but Fudge doesn't think so, he is still going on that Harry Potter is crazy and that He hasn't returned"
"What happened to the wizards who disappeared?" Ron asked causally.
"Sorry Ron, that a question I can't answer," Mr. Weasley said.
"Why not?" Ron almost wined.
Mr. Weasley shook his head, "Tell me if you get a letter from Harry."
Sighing, Ron nodded his head in defeat and left the room.
When Ron got to his room he saw Hedwig sitting on a perch beside Ron's bed waiting for him. Smiling Ron stroked the white owl's feathers as he read Harry's letter.
Hey Ron,
How's it going, I'm bored stiff. There really isn't much to do here except watch Dudley eat. Can't wait until school start again. Nothing much is happening here, there are no weird dreams keeping me up. I went to a shop picnic with the Dursley's. I spent the whole day reading Hermione would be so proud of me. I did meet this strange guy earlier this week, actually I sort of ran into him. Maybe it's me, but there was something about him that made me nervous. He wanted to give me a ride home, he seem almost desperate. I told him no of course. He was probably just being nice, and it was only my imagination. Well anyway, tell your Mum and Dad hi for me.
Harry Potter
P.S. I just got a letter from padfoot, he said that he is doing fine but he can't talk much, something about it being a secret. It's too bad I can't come and visit you for the summer.
After reading the letter over again a few times, Ron took out his quill and began to write. He had a lot to tell Harry, especially about the new information he had gotten about Voldemort.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Tell me my dear, what do you think of our prisoner," Voldemort asked the young lady beside him. As they stared at the unconscious man lying on the wooden floor. Blood seeped from the many cuts that decorated the man's body. A large python lay curled next to man.
"He is a incompetent fool, who has always been in the shadows and wishes to prove himself to others. To make himself feel important." She said.
"Yes, and it was that weakness that made him so easy to capture." Voldemort hissed.
The young woman smiled as she kneeled before her master, her long blond hair flowing over her pale shoulder as she bent her head down.
"I have learned much from this man," she whispered.
"You have made me very pleased, Alura. Very pleased."
"Thank you my Master," Alura said.
"Yes, the information which he oh so willingly gave us will be the downfall of Harry Potter. It is only a matter of time now; soon Harry Potter will no longer exists. Yes, only a matter of time."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At 5:30 a.m. sharp, Petunia Dursley quietly got out of bed, leaving her sleeping husband to another hour of sleep, until he had to get up to go to work. Mrs. Dursley had a busy day planned out ahead of her. She only had a few hours until her Dudley-doo was up and she wanted to make sure everything was ready for her growing young man. After that she was going to do a little work around the house, then maybe take Dudley and his friends to the mall, then she was going to enjoy her favorite pastime, gossiping with the neighbors. Learning all the good dirt and juicy tidbits about what Kelly Wollhelm, the girl down the street was doing with Ken Gilbert across the road at twelve o'clock at night, when Kelly's husband was out of town. Or that Patty Putnam's daughter, Alice was pregnant with Jack Stanley's son and she was trying to cover it up. It's better than the soap operas on the Telly. Mrs. Dursley couldn't wait to find out what Janet Marson was doing out of town a week ago, yes it was going to be a busy day.
Quietly leaving the bedroom, Mrs. Dursley made her way down the hall and stopped at her nephew's door. Without any hesitation or delay, she opened the door and marched into the room.
"Get up you lazy boy, there's work to be..." Mrs. Dursley stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed that her nephew was nowhere to be seen. Lying on the ground by his unmade bed was Harry's wand.
Mrs. Dursley made her way to the bed and picked up the discarded wand looking at it carefully, Mrs. Dursley knew that this was not a good sign. If there was one thing that she knew about her nephew, it was that he would not leave his wand lying carelessly around. Out of all the memories that Mrs. Dursley had about her sister, she remembered that one of the most important things to a wizard was their wand. She remembered Lily saying that is was like a part of her.
Hoot!!!
Startled out of her thoughts, Mrs. Dursley looked up to see Harry's owl staring at her with it's head cocked to one side and she noticed a letter tied to the owl's leg.
A/N: Well here is Chapter Five, sorry for the long wait. This chapter gave me such a hard time, if it wasn't for one of my best friend's suggestions, I probably wouldn't have gotten it out yet.
The next story that I am planning on updating is A Place Called Home. I have it all written out on notebook paper so all I have to do is to get it typed up and get it proof read by my uncle.
Some people asked me if I was going to follow the Fifth book or make it AU, I'm thinking of making it AU, I might use some of the characters from the fifth book, but that is about it. With summer coming, I'll have more time to write.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, and to those who read it.
Please review and tell my what you think, your comments help me along.
I would also like to thank my Uncle for proof reading my story and correcting all the mistakes.
By Sukura
Chapter Five: The Calm Before the Storm
Jamison,
My son,
My only family,
Mine,
His son stood before him, so close Devin could smell that sweet clean smell of the child, he could see every dark hair gently moving in the air. How long he had waited for this moment when he would be reunited with his son. But something was wrong, Jamison was backing away from him, his son was afraid, how could he be afraid of him his father. It was happening again, his son was pushing him away, just like before. The memory of his son's eyes came back to him.
Terrified green eyes,
Pleading with him,
Begging him to stop,
"Jamison, please don't be afraid of me, it won't happen again, I'm much better now. I don't know what happen that night. I've forgotten," Devin pleaded, stepping closer to the frighten boy holding his hand out towards him.
Harry took a step back feeling trapped; his wand still aimed at the man chest's.
"Jamison, put that stick down," Devin said, for some reason the little branch made him feel strangely uneasy.
"Stay back," Harry called out as he backed into the wall of the bedroom. "Or else I'll hex you."
Hex me, Devin thought as he raised an eyebrow and wondered what his son meant by that, the boy couldn't really plan on hitting him with that stick that he was waving around.
Harry was trying to figure out what the man wanted, if he was a Death Eater, a weird Muggle or just plain crazy. Who was this Jamison and why did this strange man keep calling him that?
"How were you able to get in here," Harry asked out loud? Wasn't the whole reason he was being forced to stay at the stupid Dursley's house was because of the blood protection that was supposed to protect him from the Dark Lord. So how was one of his servants able to get in here?
Devin stared uneasily at Jamison and wondered again why the boy was pointing that stick at him, what could he possible do with it. Suddenly the boy wavered on his feet, his eyes becoming unfocused and dropping the stick to the floor. Devin was at his side in a second.
"Jamison!!!"
Harry wasn't quite sure what was happening, the pain, hot piercing pain that ripped through his head. He couldn't concentrate, he felt himself falling. But steadying arms caught him before he could hit the ground and the last thing that Harry saw was the concerned, frightened, features on the stranger's face looking down at him.
Devin stared down at the unconscious boy in shock, as blood seeped out of the strange scare on the boy's forehead, slowly sliding down the boy's cheek and dripping onto the floor in a dark small puddle.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ron Weasley sighed in frustration. He had spent the last two hours trapped in the dark, in a small stuffy, very cramped closet. It smelled of old used shoes, mothballs, old ladies perfume and what probably once was a small brown mouse shriveled in the corner. Considering that it's a storage closet, Ron wasn't surprised that it didn't smell like roses. It was dark and there were, to his horror, probably spiders in here, big hairy spiders. It didn't matter how long he screamed, no one heard him. Ron cursed under his breath, Fred and George had probably put a silence charm around the closet so no one would hear his screams of frustration. Them and their stupid little pranks, Ron thought. He wondered how he could be so stupid to get caught in the twins stupid Portkey. They had finally figured out how to make their very own mini Portkey and had been trying it out on everyone (secretly of course, if their mum had found out she would throw a fit). At first it was funny, but now they had gone to far this time Ron felt. It had been comical when they had tricked Ginny and trapped her inside the tool shed outback. Of course Ginny was pretty mad, but after awhile she had gotten over it and had laughed along with them. But Ginny had only been trapped in the tool shed for about fifteen-minute, not for what felt like hours. Suddenly the door flew open, and light spilled over the darkness. Ron covered his eyes in an attempt to keep the light from blinding him, but failed. When the little blotches had cleared from his eyes and he could finally see, his stupid twin brothers were staring in at him. Both had identical big smile plastered on their freckled goofy faces.
Ron tried to glare at them while blinking his eyes to stop them from tearing up in the bright light.
"Sorry about that," George said first.
"We sort of forgot about you," Fred admitted "Lunch, you know."
Ron glared and tried to look furious as he got off the floor and brushed the dust bunnies off his clothes.
"Dad's looking for you, didn't you hear him calling," George said with a snicker.
Ron slowly crept out of the closet; his whole body was stiff and he ached all over. Not to mention that his legs had fallen asleep after he had been sitting on them for over two hours. He slowly started to limp towards the kitchen.
"You're not going to tell mum are you?" Fred asked, a little worried as he followed his little brother down the hallway.
Ron ignored him, picking bits of dried bugs from his hair.
Fred and George gave each other a look as they walked behind him.
"Look, were sorry, it was an accident, we had only planned to leave you in there for about 10 to 15 minutes," George said.
Ron turned and glared.
"Honest, it's the truth," both George and Fred said in unison. Holding up their right hands and saying, "Cross our heart and hope to die."
"I wish," said Ron as he turned around and continued to the kitchen.
They went to far this time Ron thought angrily. One way or another I'm going to get back at them, his thoughts were so full of plotting his revenge, he did even notice his father's voice, until her was standing right next to him.
"Ron, there you are, I've been looking all over for you," Mr. Weasley said.
"Well, I was kinda locked up," Ron said with a shrug.
"Do I even what to know?" Mr. Weasley asked with a sigh. "What did they do this time?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," Ron said, but I'll get even with them myself, he thought.
"I'll let it go for now, I wanted to know if you had gotten a letter from Harry?"
"Not lately, but I should be getting one anytime now," Ron replied. "Why?"
"Dumbledore is worried, strange things have been happening, wizards have been disappearing, only to show up days later with no memory of where they have been."
"A memory charm?" Ron asked
"A very strong memory charm, no one has been able to brake it, but that's not the only thing that is worrying Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley said.
Ron knew that if he wanted to learn more about what was going on he would have to play it cool. If he acted too eager, his dad would remember he wasn't supposed to be talking about the Order's business in front of the kids.
Since Voldemort's return, the whole Weasley family had been on high alert, there had even been talk about moving to a more secure location. But Mrs. Weasley was dead set against it. This was her home, the Weasley clan had lived there for generations and she was not going to be bullied out of her home. Ron had a feeling that once Voldemort got more active, she would change her mind.
"Do you think it's He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did it?" Ron asked when his dad didn't give him any more information.
"We do, but Fudge doesn't think so, he is still going on that Harry Potter is crazy and that He hasn't returned"
"What happened to the wizards who disappeared?" Ron asked causally.
"Sorry Ron, that a question I can't answer," Mr. Weasley said.
"Why not?" Ron almost wined.
Mr. Weasley shook his head, "Tell me if you get a letter from Harry."
Sighing, Ron nodded his head in defeat and left the room.
When Ron got to his room he saw Hedwig sitting on a perch beside Ron's bed waiting for him. Smiling Ron stroked the white owl's feathers as he read Harry's letter.
Hey Ron,
How's it going, I'm bored stiff. There really isn't much to do here except watch Dudley eat. Can't wait until school start again. Nothing much is happening here, there are no weird dreams keeping me up. I went to a shop picnic with the Dursley's. I spent the whole day reading Hermione would be so proud of me. I did meet this strange guy earlier this week, actually I sort of ran into him. Maybe it's me, but there was something about him that made me nervous. He wanted to give me a ride home, he seem almost desperate. I told him no of course. He was probably just being nice, and it was only my imagination. Well anyway, tell your Mum and Dad hi for me.
Harry Potter
P.S. I just got a letter from padfoot, he said that he is doing fine but he can't talk much, something about it being a secret. It's too bad I can't come and visit you for the summer.
After reading the letter over again a few times, Ron took out his quill and began to write. He had a lot to tell Harry, especially about the new information he had gotten about Voldemort.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Tell me my dear, what do you think of our prisoner," Voldemort asked the young lady beside him. As they stared at the unconscious man lying on the wooden floor. Blood seeped from the many cuts that decorated the man's body. A large python lay curled next to man.
"He is a incompetent fool, who has always been in the shadows and wishes to prove himself to others. To make himself feel important." She said.
"Yes, and it was that weakness that made him so easy to capture." Voldemort hissed.
The young woman smiled as she kneeled before her master, her long blond hair flowing over her pale shoulder as she bent her head down.
"I have learned much from this man," she whispered.
"You have made me very pleased, Alura. Very pleased."
"Thank you my Master," Alura said.
"Yes, the information which he oh so willingly gave us will be the downfall of Harry Potter. It is only a matter of time now; soon Harry Potter will no longer exists. Yes, only a matter of time."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At 5:30 a.m. sharp, Petunia Dursley quietly got out of bed, leaving her sleeping husband to another hour of sleep, until he had to get up to go to work. Mrs. Dursley had a busy day planned out ahead of her. She only had a few hours until her Dudley-doo was up and she wanted to make sure everything was ready for her growing young man. After that she was going to do a little work around the house, then maybe take Dudley and his friends to the mall, then she was going to enjoy her favorite pastime, gossiping with the neighbors. Learning all the good dirt and juicy tidbits about what Kelly Wollhelm, the girl down the street was doing with Ken Gilbert across the road at twelve o'clock at night, when Kelly's husband was out of town. Or that Patty Putnam's daughter, Alice was pregnant with Jack Stanley's son and she was trying to cover it up. It's better than the soap operas on the Telly. Mrs. Dursley couldn't wait to find out what Janet Marson was doing out of town a week ago, yes it was going to be a busy day.
Quietly leaving the bedroom, Mrs. Dursley made her way down the hall and stopped at her nephew's door. Without any hesitation or delay, she opened the door and marched into the room.
"Get up you lazy boy, there's work to be..." Mrs. Dursley stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed that her nephew was nowhere to be seen. Lying on the ground by his unmade bed was Harry's wand.
Mrs. Dursley made her way to the bed and picked up the discarded wand looking at it carefully, Mrs. Dursley knew that this was not a good sign. If there was one thing that she knew about her nephew, it was that he would not leave his wand lying carelessly around. Out of all the memories that Mrs. Dursley had about her sister, she remembered that one of the most important things to a wizard was their wand. She remembered Lily saying that is was like a part of her.
Hoot!!!
Startled out of her thoughts, Mrs. Dursley looked up to see Harry's owl staring at her with it's head cocked to one side and she noticed a letter tied to the owl's leg.
A/N: Well here is Chapter Five, sorry for the long wait. This chapter gave me such a hard time, if it wasn't for one of my best friend's suggestions, I probably wouldn't have gotten it out yet.
The next story that I am planning on updating is A Place Called Home. I have it all written out on notebook paper so all I have to do is to get it typed up and get it proof read by my uncle.
Some people asked me if I was going to follow the Fifth book or make it AU, I'm thinking of making it AU, I might use some of the characters from the fifth book, but that is about it. With summer coming, I'll have more time to write.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, and to those who read it.
Please review and tell my what you think, your comments help me along.
I would also like to thank my Uncle for proof reading my story and correcting all the mistakes.