Chapter 3- Headmasters and Godfathers
Harry appeared in front of a rather large house. Judging by the large black clouds
above him and the rain that was now soaking him, he was in Scotland. He stepped up to
the front door and knocked sharply three times. Three minutes later an elderly man
opened the door. He looked much like Harry remembered him, long white beard and
sparkling blue eyes. Harry realized that this Dumbledore had not felt the pain and
suffering that the one he had known had.
"Well come in, come in! Can't have you standing out in the rain all day!"
The raven-haired man grinned and entered and felt warmth surround him instantly.
Dumbledore lead him into a large room with sofa's and chairs.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink? I haven't had any visitors for quite sometime,
do make yourself at home!"
Yep, same old Dumbledore.
"I'm fine thank you, maybe we both better sit the story I have to tell you is rather long, but you need to here it Professor."
"Professor? Hmmmm, like the sound of that Professor Dumbledore! Yes, sitting would
be nice. Now pray tell, what is your name and to what do I the honor of this visit?"
"Sir, I have many names. A lot of people know me as The-Boy-Who-Lived, others as the
head of the Order of the Phoenix, a select few as the heir of Godric Gryffindor, but my
friends know me as Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter."
Dumbledore looked up at Harry sharply. "Did you say Lily and James Potter?"
"Yes, sir I did. I do not know if they are alive in this world but I am their son."
"Lily and James were killed seventeen years ago with their young son, Harold. Their
murder was looked up in a prison and will remain there until death. Pretending to be
Harry Potter will only cause great pain and suffering of their friends."
"But Professor, I really am Harry Potter! Please let me tell you my story hopefully you
will understand, I do not want to cause anyone any pain."
Dumbledore nodded for him to continue.
"I guess it all started when I was one years old and this evil wizard named Voldemort came to my house."
It took four hours to tell Dumbledore Harry's life story and that was leaving out some of
the finer details. The old man was mesmerized. The amount of pain this young man had
been through! Not only losing his whole genetic family but many other friends. He must
not trust anyone anymore! His other self also interested him, headmaster of a wizard
school and defeater of the dark wizard Grindewald. Harry looked at the older man,
expecting for him to come up with one of his great 'Dumbledore' type plans. But he had
forgotten that this was a totally different person.
"What should I do Professor?" He prompted.
"Please stop calling me professor, I have never been one and it seems to me that you are out of school anyway. Just call me Albus. And you said that Sirius Black is your godfather? Perhaps we should go see him first."
"Well second, I have already seen the Weasleys. What a shock to me when I saw Bill and Charlie! Does he still live at Black Manor?"
"Why yes," Dumbledore replied. Harry once again said nothing and simply disappeared
into thin air. He arrived at Black Manor immediately. It looked exactly like it had when
he saw it last. It felt weird to go up to giant doors and knock he normally just walked in.
A middle-aged man with sandy brown hair answered the door. Without the specks of
gray Harry barely recognized him.
"Moony!" He cried! The last time he had seen his dear old DADA Professor had been
the night he died, Remus had been telling Harry to run. And now here he was looking perfectly healthy, healthier then Harry had ever seen him. The man looked quite startled.
But he didn't have the chance to say anything for a considerably less weathered Sirius
Black came to see what his best friend was up to.
"Hey Moony who is visiting. James?"
Harry shook his head sadly.
"No but close. Give you one hint look into my eyes."
Both men looked at Harry's eyes and together they walked slowly backwards. There
were only two people in the world that had eyes like that, and both those people were
dead.
"It can't be! You died seventeen years ago! No you can't be him!" Sirius slammed the
door and locked it. Harry wasn't even fazed by the rudeness of his godfather. He calmly
apperated right in front of Sirius.
"Padfoot! It's really me please give me a chance to explain myself to you. It is indeed
true that I was killed seventeen years ago, but I am not that person. I am Harold James
Potter son of Lily Marie Evans-Potter and James Edward Potter. If you want more proof
your name is Sirius Orion Black aka Padfoot. The man who answered the door was
Remus John Lupin aka Moony. You were my father's best friends."
Sirius looked un-convinced. "You could have looked up our names anywhere. As for
our nicknames if you ever ran into us anywhere while we were together you could have
heard them and who you claim to be your father had more than two best friends." He had
expected this to stump the impostor but Harry got a dark look on his face. A reaction
that Sirius hadn't expected.
"He only had two true best friends. The third person was Peter Pettigrew. Truly a rat. I
would never call him my father's friend. Now where is Remus? About of year ago I
learned the cure for the werewolf bite. I couldn't think of a more worthy person for this
cure."
"How did you know that? Only six people ever knew that, four of which are dead. None
of those people would have told you that!"
Harry's thoughts turned dark as he thought to himself, 'One would have.'
"I believe that I should tell you my story, then everything would make more sense. Oh
and Remus you can come in now, no need to eavesdrop when I am willing to tell you the
truth."
Remus walked sheepishly into the room. Before he had told Dumbledore his story, Harry
had put a spell on himself to record everything he had said so he would not have to repeat
it to again and again. Sirius and Remus watched in fascination as Harry explained what
happened to Dumbledore. Afterwards they looked at Harry as thought they had never
seen anything quite like him. (Which they hadn't.)
"Do you believe me now?"
Sirius nodded. He was really back. James' son! Not quite the same as James actually
being here but it was better than nothing. Sirius embraced his godson and Remus, who
was crying silently, joined in on a group hug. After they let go Harry was the first to
speak, "Now let us see about that cure.."
Hermione Granger sat at her parent's house reading a book. (Not an unusual
sight.) Suddenly she got the feeling that she shouldn't be here in this place with these
people. She needed to go to the Burrow. 'What? That is crazy Hermione! What is the
Burrow! Even if such a place existed she had no reason to be there.' Often as a young
child she had felt as though she was special, different. Of course many strange things had
happened to Hermione over the years. Like when she was in 7th grade (I don't know how
the English have their different years of school so I am sticking to the American way.)
Hermione had had an over due book at the library. (Oh the horrors) She had gotten so
into the book that she completely forgot that it was due. Though she turned it in a week
late, apologizing to the librarian, when the librarian looked at the computer screen it
showed that the book was not late but indeed early. This confused Hermione so she
looked in the book to see what the stamp said and before her very eyes she watched as the
date changer. Of course later she had blown it off as jut her overactive imagination. But
that was not all that had happened to her. When a bully at school tried to steal her book
Hermione heard a voice in her head say a single word, "Accio." So naturally she
repeated it and the book came zooming out of the bullies hands. When Hermione was 13
she went looking for a new book in the library. (She read so much that it was a difficult
thing for her to do.) She came upon a section that she had never seen before. In it were
wonderful books about witches and wizards and spells. After reading the many of the
books Hermione believed that she was a witch. She made her own wand and began
practicing spells out of the books and now considered herself a full-grown witch. The
only thing she was yet to figure out was where the other witches and wizards were. She
knew they had to be out there, but because of magic they were good at hiding themselves
from what they called 'muggles.' Hermione had vowed that if she had not found any of
her kind by her 18th birthday that she would give up entirely. She never dreamed that
magic would find her.
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Harry appeared in front of a rather large house. Judging by the large black clouds
above him and the rain that was now soaking him, he was in Scotland. He stepped up to
the front door and knocked sharply three times. Three minutes later an elderly man
opened the door. He looked much like Harry remembered him, long white beard and
sparkling blue eyes. Harry realized that this Dumbledore had not felt the pain and
suffering that the one he had known had.
"Well come in, come in! Can't have you standing out in the rain all day!"
The raven-haired man grinned and entered and felt warmth surround him instantly.
Dumbledore lead him into a large room with sofa's and chairs.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink? I haven't had any visitors for quite sometime,
do make yourself at home!"
Yep, same old Dumbledore.
"I'm fine thank you, maybe we both better sit the story I have to tell you is rather long, but you need to here it Professor."
"Professor? Hmmmm, like the sound of that Professor Dumbledore! Yes, sitting would
be nice. Now pray tell, what is your name and to what do I the honor of this visit?"
"Sir, I have many names. A lot of people know me as The-Boy-Who-Lived, others as the
head of the Order of the Phoenix, a select few as the heir of Godric Gryffindor, but my
friends know me as Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter."
Dumbledore looked up at Harry sharply. "Did you say Lily and James Potter?"
"Yes, sir I did. I do not know if they are alive in this world but I am their son."
"Lily and James were killed seventeen years ago with their young son, Harold. Their
murder was looked up in a prison and will remain there until death. Pretending to be
Harry Potter will only cause great pain and suffering of their friends."
"But Professor, I really am Harry Potter! Please let me tell you my story hopefully you
will understand, I do not want to cause anyone any pain."
Dumbledore nodded for him to continue.
"I guess it all started when I was one years old and this evil wizard named Voldemort came to my house."
It took four hours to tell Dumbledore Harry's life story and that was leaving out some of
the finer details. The old man was mesmerized. The amount of pain this young man had
been through! Not only losing his whole genetic family but many other friends. He must
not trust anyone anymore! His other self also interested him, headmaster of a wizard
school and defeater of the dark wizard Grindewald. Harry looked at the older man,
expecting for him to come up with one of his great 'Dumbledore' type plans. But he had
forgotten that this was a totally different person.
"What should I do Professor?" He prompted.
"Please stop calling me professor, I have never been one and it seems to me that you are out of school anyway. Just call me Albus. And you said that Sirius Black is your godfather? Perhaps we should go see him first."
"Well second, I have already seen the Weasleys. What a shock to me when I saw Bill and Charlie! Does he still live at Black Manor?"
"Why yes," Dumbledore replied. Harry once again said nothing and simply disappeared
into thin air. He arrived at Black Manor immediately. It looked exactly like it had when
he saw it last. It felt weird to go up to giant doors and knock he normally just walked in.
A middle-aged man with sandy brown hair answered the door. Without the specks of
gray Harry barely recognized him.
"Moony!" He cried! The last time he had seen his dear old DADA Professor had been
the night he died, Remus had been telling Harry to run. And now here he was looking perfectly healthy, healthier then Harry had ever seen him. The man looked quite startled.
But he didn't have the chance to say anything for a considerably less weathered Sirius
Black came to see what his best friend was up to.
"Hey Moony who is visiting. James?"
Harry shook his head sadly.
"No but close. Give you one hint look into my eyes."
Both men looked at Harry's eyes and together they walked slowly backwards. There
were only two people in the world that had eyes like that, and both those people were
dead.
"It can't be! You died seventeen years ago! No you can't be him!" Sirius slammed the
door and locked it. Harry wasn't even fazed by the rudeness of his godfather. He calmly
apperated right in front of Sirius.
"Padfoot! It's really me please give me a chance to explain myself to you. It is indeed
true that I was killed seventeen years ago, but I am not that person. I am Harold James
Potter son of Lily Marie Evans-Potter and James Edward Potter. If you want more proof
your name is Sirius Orion Black aka Padfoot. The man who answered the door was
Remus John Lupin aka Moony. You were my father's best friends."
Sirius looked un-convinced. "You could have looked up our names anywhere. As for
our nicknames if you ever ran into us anywhere while we were together you could have
heard them and who you claim to be your father had more than two best friends." He had
expected this to stump the impostor but Harry got a dark look on his face. A reaction
that Sirius hadn't expected.
"He only had two true best friends. The third person was Peter Pettigrew. Truly a rat. I
would never call him my father's friend. Now where is Remus? About of year ago I
learned the cure for the werewolf bite. I couldn't think of a more worthy person for this
cure."
"How did you know that? Only six people ever knew that, four of which are dead. None
of those people would have told you that!"
Harry's thoughts turned dark as he thought to himself, 'One would have.'
"I believe that I should tell you my story, then everything would make more sense. Oh
and Remus you can come in now, no need to eavesdrop when I am willing to tell you the
truth."
Remus walked sheepishly into the room. Before he had told Dumbledore his story, Harry
had put a spell on himself to record everything he had said so he would not have to repeat
it to again and again. Sirius and Remus watched in fascination as Harry explained what
happened to Dumbledore. Afterwards they looked at Harry as thought they had never
seen anything quite like him. (Which they hadn't.)
"Do you believe me now?"
Sirius nodded. He was really back. James' son! Not quite the same as James actually
being here but it was better than nothing. Sirius embraced his godson and Remus, who
was crying silently, joined in on a group hug. After they let go Harry was the first to
speak, "Now let us see about that cure.."
Hermione Granger sat at her parent's house reading a book. (Not an unusual
sight.) Suddenly she got the feeling that she shouldn't be here in this place with these
people. She needed to go to the Burrow. 'What? That is crazy Hermione! What is the
Burrow! Even if such a place existed she had no reason to be there.' Often as a young
child she had felt as though she was special, different. Of course many strange things had
happened to Hermione over the years. Like when she was in 7th grade (I don't know how
the English have their different years of school so I am sticking to the American way.)
Hermione had had an over due book at the library. (Oh the horrors) She had gotten so
into the book that she completely forgot that it was due. Though she turned it in a week
late, apologizing to the librarian, when the librarian looked at the computer screen it
showed that the book was not late but indeed early. This confused Hermione so she
looked in the book to see what the stamp said and before her very eyes she watched as the
date changer. Of course later she had blown it off as jut her overactive imagination. But
that was not all that had happened to her. When a bully at school tried to steal her book
Hermione heard a voice in her head say a single word, "Accio." So naturally she
repeated it and the book came zooming out of the bullies hands. When Hermione was 13
she went looking for a new book in the library. (She read so much that it was a difficult
thing for her to do.) She came upon a section that she had never seen before. In it were
wonderful books about witches and wizards and spells. After reading the many of the
books Hermione believed that she was a witch. She made her own wand and began
practicing spells out of the books and now considered herself a full-grown witch. The
only thing she was yet to figure out was where the other witches and wizards were. She
knew they had to be out there, but because of magic they were good at hiding themselves
from what they called 'muggles.' Hermione had vowed that if she had not found any of
her kind by her 18th birthday that she would give up entirely. She never dreamed that
magic would find her.
************Author's note- Thank you for the reviews people..um well that's it for now PLEASE read and REVIEW!***********************
