Just because Harry is almost 16 doesn't mean he hit puberty yet. My cousin is 18 and he just hit it last year. We call him Manelis after the Bella Manelis flower which is a late bloomer.
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Chapter 2 History of Magic, at Least the Basics
"...think happened?" a worry voiced asked. 'I wonder who that is?' Harry thought to himself as
he awoke from a nice dream, that involved chocolate syrup, Quidditch and a monkey.
"Two vials had been recovered from the floor of Harry's bedroom. Maybe it might answer
some of the more unusual questions I have" an old voice said. 'Hey! I know that voice. It's
Dumbledore! Hey wait a minute...what is Dumbledore doing here. I still haven't forgiving the old coot'
"Dorbadum" Harry mumbled. 'Hey, that didn't come out right, though it does sound good. Let's try again' "Dungafore"Harry tried again."Hmm.. That one is good too!'
"Albus, I think he is trying to say your name" the first voice exclaimed.
"Relax Harry" the Headmaster soothed. "It may be hard to talk and speak coherently for a while. Madam Pomfrey left strict instructions that state you should not leave this bed for another couple of days. She also said you should not even try to open your eyes until tomorrow due to damage of the iris and retina that still has to heal."
"Wha hitten?" Harry questioned.
"All will be explain in a couple of days Harry, right now you need rest" Dumbledore said calmly.
Harry nodded his head and snuggled up into the pillow. Soon the sound of even breathing could be hear as the boy-who-lived drifted off to sleep.
"Harry" a voice said softly, shaking him awake. "Harry wake up"
"Meeumph" Harry groaned, turning over in his sleep.
"Harry the Quidditch game starts in five minutes and if you don't show up we're gonna have to forfeit to Slytherin!" the voice said loudly.
"What!" Harry yelled, sitting up quickly. He looked around frantically before remembering it was summer holiday. "Not funny" he huffed.
"Oh but it was" Harry looked to his left and saw Remus Lupin standing next to the bed he rest upon.
"Remus!" Harry exclaimed. His old Professor looked haggard, his robes as shabby as ever.
"Hello Harry" Remus greeted him warmly.
"How are you doing Remus? You don't look so well" Harry stated.
"You should speak" Remus retorted.
"Eh, I've been better, a lot better" Harry replied. "So...am I at uh...you know"
"What? Oh you mean Grimmauld Place. Yeah you're here" Remus answered.
"Hello Harry, Remus" Dumbledore said entering the room, cutting off what Remus was about to say.
"Hello Headmaster" Remus greeted, Harry however remained silent
"Now Harry, we need to discuss what happen four days ago" Dumbledore started.
"Four days ago?" Harry asked.
"Besides that one time where you woke up three hours after the incident you've been out cold" Dumbledore answered. "Now tell me what happened"
"Well I awoke during the night to some squeaking off the floorboard" and Harry went on to tell Dumbledore exactly what happened. "Sir what was that stuff with the magic?"
"Harry when you saw Bellatrix you became angry. You wanted to hurt her for what she did to you. This anger tapped into the darkness of your magic. When you released it, the darkness became to hard for you to control and it started to feed off the magic of the items in your room that possessed it. Now you told me that you tapped into your core and made the light to fight the dark?" Harry nodded. "Well naturally the dark fought to stay in control and a violent battle took place. The battle was pretty much a stale mate the whole time and if I didn't interfere I'm afraid the battle would of killed you"
"Well that would of sucked" Harry said, stating the obvious.
"Yes Harry that would of sucked" Dumbledore said agreeing with him. "Let me give you a history lesson Harry"
"Ugh! I hope it is nothing like Binns" Harry muttered.
"I agree with you there Harry!" Remus laughed in agreement.
"Wizards and Witches are actually what muggles would call mutants. The first person with magic was a man, born way before Ancient Egypt, during the Neolithic Period around 4700 BC/B.C.E. (when people went from hunters/gatherers to farmers. People started to settle down in one area), whose DNA was mutated leaving him with bone marrow that produced blood cells with magic in them. Now I'm not exactly that clear on this story. I only know the basics off it and the origins of magic. I've been interested in it but I just haven't had the time to read the tome, over 100,000 pagess. Well he had children who had the gene who had more children with the gene, meanwhile more people are just popping up with the gene and after several centuries over two thousand people have the gene."
Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured a glass of water. After taking a sip he continued "It was very hard for these magical people to control the magic. During the beginning of the Old Kingdom in Ancient Egypt, 3100 BC/B.C.E., a pharaoh, named Huni, thought of the idea of using something to focus magic. It wasn't until the Greek Dynasty did people actually find an effective way to focus magic."
Dumbledore took another sip from his glass of water. He cleared his throat and patted himself on the chest before proceeding with the history lesson. "In Rome, during the reign of Augustus Caesar, a Roman historian, also a wizard, named Titus Livius discovered the magical core. He, along with other wizards from Rome, Greece and other Empires from the known world spent a lot of time on finding more about the magical core."
"After years of research they discovered that every wizard born has a different magical core. No two cores are alike, every core is either a different size, different color, and/or different quantity of a color from another. Mine is composed of mostly white and yellow magic and a small amount of blue. The magical core can only change in two ways. The core keeps growing in size until you reach the point where your power is as strong as it gets. Of course ways around this are the types of rituals Voldemort went through. The other way is the amount of a color or the changing of colors. This is affected by the choices and actions one makes. "
"Thomas Riddle use to have a core with green, silver, purple, blue and black. Now as Voldemort it is green, silver, black and some blue. His actions and choices affected his magical core. If you were to turn out like Voldemort a lot of your core would turn black"
"Do you know what each color represents?" Harry asked his wise old headmaster.
"There are 57 colors of the magical core Harry. All I know is White is light, black is dark, blue is knowledge and yellow is loyalty." Dumbledore explained. "Since that is out of the way we have something to discuss Harry" Dumbledore glanced at Remus, who remained quiet during the whole story.
"Professor Snape has examined two potions vials that were found in your room. It seems that Mrs. Lestrange, who is currently being held in the basement, gave you a potion that...made you hit puberty right away. The potion also speeds up time for your body. One hour in regular time is like a week for your body. The other potion she took, insures pregnancy. So it seems Mrs. Lestrange is now pregnant with your child. We don't know if being hit by the blast of dark magic has damaged anything yet though"
"Wha...what?" Harry exclaimed."So much for being safe there huh Dumbledore?" Harry asked him sardonically. Dumbledore flinched at his words but did not respond.
"Albus, you must be kidding me?" Remus asked shocked.
"I'm afraid not. We haven't decided on what we are going to do with her yet." They sat in silence and Harry suddenly felt dirty. Remus was sitting there with a look of horror on his face.
Harry was making strange faces as he thought everything over. 'Alright. Lestrange, the bitch who murdered Sirius, basically rapes me and gets her self pregnant. Now they are going to decided if they should kill her, give her the Dementor's Kiss or keep her as a prisoner. Hmm...'
Harry thought it over and finally came to a tough decision. "We're keeping the baby, which means Lestrange stays intact" Harry said.
"Harry?" Remus asked horrified. "You can't be serious?"
"Lets face the facts Remus. I may not like it but that hag might have my child in her stomach! I'm the last remaining Potter! Hopefully the baby would help carry on the Potter name! Besides...like it or not but it is my son and well..I don't know. Now if you will excuse me I have to go take a shower...make that three"
When Harry finished taking his showers, he decided to wander around the house his godfather hated. It was big, bigger then it looked on the outside. Some of the main rooms like the main hall, the livingroom and the kitchen had all been cleaned and painted, making the rooms look friendlier.
"Padfoot wanted tp fix the place up for you. He wanted it to feel more like a home for you." Remus said with a sad smile.
Harry eyes welled up at the thought of Sirius. Harry sat down on one of the couches as he tried to keep the tears back. Remus sat down next to him.
"You know Harry we made quiet a group." Harry looked up at the tired man. "I gave the others advice and helped James change so Lily would like him. Most always wondered how I became a Marauder. They didn't know I had a wild side. I was the brains behind the pranks. I was also the one that usually got the other two out of trouble. I'm an excellent liar you know. I was the quiet one, the "smart" one, even though James had higher scores then me in most subjects. I was the voice of reason and the one that made sure things didn't go to far.
"Your father was the cunning behind the pranks. He was good-looking, the best chaser Hogwarts had ever seen. He stuck up for the weak, most of the time and would always do what was right, except when it came to certain Slytherins. He had the highest scores for boys in are year. Brilliant in Transfiguration but he sucked at Charms, which always irked him. He actually had a fan club you know, in and out of Hogwarts. He was the glue for the Marauders. He held the rest of us together. The unofficial leader of us.
"Sirius, the best looking, most rebellious, most dangerous of us four. He came up with the ideas for pranks. Some were to dangerous, James and I were always trying to tell him that it isn't right to go to far in pranks. Did you know he use to play Beater for the house team? He was good at Transfiguration too, right behind your father. Sirius didn't have a fab club, just hundreds of female admires, with the occasional guy. Something James would always make fun of him for. Sirius was the Bad Boy of the group.
"Peter... Peter needed help with basically everything. He had no confidence or skill and the rest of us were always having to tutor him si he could pass the year. He worshiped James and Sirius and to a lesser degree me. We were shocked when we realized he could become an animagus. James was the nicest to him, he spent days teaching Peter the transformation to turn into his form. The only reason we actually became friends with him was because your father felt bad for Peter because Peter had no friends after the first two months of school. And was always picked on.
"We met on the first ride on the Hogwarts Express. I was sitting in the compartment when James came in. Very out-going person, I was very shy. We made small talk until Sirius came in. Your father and Sirius hated each other when they found out who each other was. Potters and Blacks do not become friends! After a while though, well after we met Snape, they became quick friends, including me into it. We were sorted into Gryffindor and our friendship became tighter. At first we ignored Peter but after seeing him being picked on by the Slytherins James stepped in and we made him one of us" Remus finished. He had a far-away look on his face. Sighing heavily he looked at Harry.
"Harry your father was a great person up until 4th year when his hormones started to kick in. But even then it was only Slytherins he picked on, even though that is still wrong. But during 7th year he changed back to the good James. Ask basically anyone and they'll tell you, you're father was generally a great guy. Don't mind Snape, he dwells to much on the past"
"Remus...what about my mom? I always here stories about my dad...but I only heard one or two on my mom. What was she like?" Harry asked quietly.
"You're mom was beautiful Harry. She had crimson colored hair with, as I'm sure you've been told, your eyes. Almost every guy at school had a crush on her, even Sirius and I at one point. She was caring, smart, sweet and had a big heart. She was kind to everyone, even the Slytherins, who were always insulting her. She had a fiery temper, in fact she was most known for it. It took a lot to get her angry but when you did, you most likely ran for your life. She had a knack for Charms and had trouble with Transfiguration.
"You now Harry you may look more like your dad, but you act more like your mom" Harry smiled at Remus before pulling him into a hug.
"Thanks Remus" Harry mumbled
"No problem cub, no problem" Remus mumbled back.
"Ahem..I'd hate to break up this moment but Harry it is time for you to go back to Privet Drive" Dumbledore said, standing behind them.
"What?" Remus shouted at the same time Harry shouted "Fuck no!"
"Harry watch your mouth" reprimanded Remus. Harry ignored him, however.
"I'm not going back there!" Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Harry that is where you are safest" Dumbledore tried to explain. Harry snorted at that.
"Yeah like I was safe four days ago eh Headmaster?" Harry sneered.
"I strengthened the wards. The Dursleys memories have been erased so they don't remember anything, along with the rest of the neighborhood."
"I'll go on several conditions" Harry said.
"Harry they are your legal guardians. You are to young to be on your own. Law enforcement will make sure you stay there" Dumbledore said.
"Yeah but I can always get past them. You know I could do it, too. So I'll stay there on several conditions" Harry submitted.
"Harry your Slytherin is showing" Remus joked.
"Name your conditions" Dumbledore sighed.
"Number one. I want to go shopping in Diagon Alley and Muggle London. Number two...I've been thinking about it and there are several things in the muggle world I want to do, ones that would approve my stamina, speed, reaction time, etc. etc. Number three... I want to be allowed to do magic outside of school, as long as Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna. And number four I want someone from the Order to come over once a week so I can duel with them." Harry said.
"Harry it will be very hard to convince the Ministry to let six underage students do magic during the summer. And going out of the house each day will be very risky, as well as the trip to Diagon Alley. How about you tell me what books you want and I'll buy them for you. And I'll just get you to be able to use magic outside of school?" Dumbledore questioned.
"No can do. If you don't follow all then it is a no go" The dark haired teen
"Alright. I can let you go to Diagon Alley and Muggle London as long as you have an escort. Same with leaving the house during the week. As for the magic, what about you Ron and Hermione?" Dumbledore tried.
"I can settle with the escorts but for the magic it has to be all six" Harry was not going to budge on this issue.
"Deal" The white-bearded old man said, sticking out his hand. Harry eyed the hand wearily before shaking it.
"Now take this chocolate frog card. It is a portkey and will take you directly to your room. An order member will be there in two days to take you to Diagon Alley." Harry took the portkey from his headmaster and looked at the card.
"You have got to be kidding me" Harry groaned as he was whisked away by the portkey.
When the green-eyed teen landed he glanced at the card again. On it was a picture of a thirteen year old Harry Potter. Harry turned it over to the back and read.
Harry Potter 1980-
'Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Defeated of the Dark Lord Voldemort at the age of one, escaping with only a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Saved the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort at the age of 11. Harry Potter slain a basilisk at the age of twelve with only a sword. At the age of thirteen was able to cast a corporeal patronus that was so strong it defeated hundreds of dementors. Winner of the 1994 Tri-Wizard Tournament. Currently in his 5th year at Hogwarts, his birthday is July 31st. Enjoys Quidditch, his favorite team the Chudley Cannons.'
'Great... hey wait a minute. I remember Ron telling me two months ago that the Cannon tickets were selling like mad. This must be it! People are going to Chudley Cannon games because they think I like them! But I don't like them, Ron does!'