Hm. Second chapter… not much to say… hm….. Ok then
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…8 years later (Harry is 11)…
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office humming a small tune to his phoenix Fawks. Still humming, he popped a lemon drop into his mouth. He closed his sparkling blue eyes in content; Albus Dumbledore was a man who appreciated the smaller things in life. He enjoyed his sweet-sour candies; he enjoyed the family of sparrows that nested outside his window. At almost any moment in the day you could find Albus sitting at a window watching the people outside the castle. He loved to watch the simple trivial things people did on a daily basis, 'Humans…Such odd creatures…' He would think to himself. Albus opened his eyes as his grounds keeper Hagrid came bursting into his office. Albus wondered what was wrong, and why he was back so soon. He had sent Hagrid to go fetch young Harry Potter from his aunt and uncles house after he had yet to answer any of his Hogwarts letters.
"Hagrid, hello! Would you like some tea? A lemon drop perhaps? Please, take a seat." He greeted calmly, his voice not betraying to the many questions he had.
"Eh, no lemon drops, sir." Hagrid answered, he remained standing, a worried look in his eyes.
'Ah, well that's fine. More for me!' Albus thought, popping yet another lemon drops in his mouth. "Hagrid, what troubles you so? What of young Mr. Potter?" At these words Hagrid sighed.
" 'E wasn't there, sir." Albus perked up instantly. "That no good family of 'is dumped 'im in an orphanage as soon as they found 'im" He finished, anger in his voice as he spoke of the Dursleys. Albus sighed and looked out the window, smiling a bit as he saw the family of sparrows fly by. He looked back at Hagrid.
"Do you know of which orphanage it was?" He let out a relieved sigh when the Half Giant nodded.
"St. Michael's. Just on the edge o Scotland, funny that' 'e's been so near by all these years." Albus smiled at him, and nodded his head.
"Yes it is. Perhaps he lived better in the orphanage, I had no idea the Dursleys held such little care of him. I hope the move was for the best. Now, I must contact Severus and Minerva." The wise old man stood and walked over to the fire, he tossed in a handful of power and stuck his head in the emerald flames. Severus, Minerva, if you could come to my office please." He returned to his seat, moments later two people came in through the door. "Severus, Minerva, please, have a seat. I have a favor to ask you. Would you like tea or a lemon drop?" They both sat down. Severus declined while Minerva accepted the tea.
"What is this about, Albus?" Minerva asked, taking a sip of her tea.
"It's is about young Mr. Potter." Albus held his hand in silence at Severus' beginning argument. "After he did not reply to his Hogwarts letters I sent Hagrid to fetch him. Upon arriving he discovered that the Dursleys had sent him to the st. Michel's orphanage. I would like to ask you to go there and fetch him yourself. I cannot send Hagrid or go myself due to the fact that we would draw to much attention. You two however would blend in nicely if you donned muggle clothing. So, will you do this for me." He finished and looked between the two. Minerva quickly nodded her head while Severus seemed a bit put out at the idea. Finally, after a bit of internal debate he let out a long sigh.
"Only for you, Albus. I'll go." He muttered angrily, crossing his arms in a way that reminded Albus of a child who didn't get the toy they wanted. He chuckled softly at the thought.
"Right, thank you very much Severus. You too Minerva, Now for your clothes."
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Severus glowered angrily as they neared the second-rate orphan home. He was wearing a plain black button up shirt and plain black slacks. He could have been worse off, he could have worn the jeans and Hawaiian shirt Albus suggested. Minerva walked besides him in a simple but business-like dark blue dress that went to her ankles. They walked into the orphanage and were met by an elderly nun.
"Well hello! How may I help you? I'm Sister Maria, are you here to adopt?" She said kindly to them. Severus internally flinched at the thought of him and Minerva being a couple, and an adopting couple at that. He had nothing against Minerva; she was just old enough to be his grandmother.
"No, I'm afraid not. I am Minerva McGonagall; this is my associate Severus Snape. We're here to ask you about a certain orphan." Minerva said calmly. The nun smiled and nodded kindly to both of them.
"Yes, of course. Please, come into my office." They both followed her into a small poorly equipped office and sat in the two chairs in front of her desk. "Now, which orphan do you whish to ask about? Also, what is it that you want with them may I ask?"
"Well, Minerva here is the headmistress of a school near by, and I am a teacher at this school. We both knew the boy's parents before he died and it was their wish for him to be enrolled in the school when he was old enough. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, has agreed to let him enroll and sent us to tell him and give him his acceptance letter." Severus said dully, he did NOT want to be here. The nun smiled again.
"Yes, how nice. Our orphanage is not the wealthiest, so it is a good day when we are able to give our children to a good education facility such as yours. Which orphan do you want to speak too?"
"His name is Harry Potter, He is eleven. We haven't seen him since he was a baby but he has green eyes and I almost sure he has black hair. Also, he has an odd scar just above his left brow in the shape of a lightning bolt. Is he here?" Minerva asked, Sister Maria's featured darkened and she glanced down to her desk.
"Yes, well… I'm terribly afraid I have some very bad news for you. The boy you spoke of did come to us, but I'm afraid he left us about 8 years ago…" She said sadly. Severus frowned.
"You mean he was adopted?" Sister Maria sighed and shook her head, closing her eyes sadly she continued.
"I'm afraid not. You see the other kids always bullied Harry, and one day on Christmas Eve the other children decided to pull a prank on him. They all locked him outside during our annual Christmas party in which orphans can mingle and meet possible parents. Due to all the distraction of the party none of us noticed that Harry wasn't there, there are so many children and it's often hard to keep tabs on all of them at once. By the time we realized he wasn't there it was too late. We went outside and saw his scarf on the porch; his footprints were in the snow on the porch and around the window. He was not there though. At first we thought that he may have ran away, or gone to try the back door, but upon further inspection we found more tracks. There were wolf tracks leading from the nearby forest to where Harry sat and then leading away.
We didn't want to assume the worse, but when none of the police or us could find him or a body we gave up. I'm afraid that young Harry has been announced dead. He is with God now." There was a resounding silence when Sister Maria finished the story. Neither Albus nor Severus could believe it; the-boy-who- lived was dead.
"I… Yes… That is dreadful news… I'm sorry to have taken your time. Goodbye Sister Maria…" Severus said in a daze, he nodded politely to the nun and stood up. Him and Minerva walked from the orphanage after their goodbyes; Severus looked to his companion and was shocked to see glistening tears rolling down Minerva McGonagall's pale cheeks. Albus would be crushed.
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Albus was indeed crushed. After he had been told the news he couldn't speak. Severus and Minerva had left him a few minuets ago. Albus now sat at the window of his office, looking out at the school grounds before him with silent tears on his face. His glistening eyes followed a small sparrow from the nest by his window and landed on Professor Sprout who was arguing with a vender from Hogsmade about the price of flowers. He watched as the vender huffed angrily and began to shout and shake the flowerpot in the herbology professor's face. Ms. Sprout grabbed the plant and held it to her chest protectively. Albus smiled a bit through the tears.
"Humans… Such odd creatures…" He murmured softly and sadly. Yes, Albus Dumbledore appreciated the simple things in life. Even in the darkest of times, he could still find a bittersweet smile in a lemon drop or a sparrow's nest.
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Harry Potter was 11-years-old, he had lived with elves in the deepest part of the forbidden forest since he was three. He had quickly been "adopted" by Aeson and his family after that first Christmas Eve. So now he lived with Aeson, his mother Clara, and their other adopted family member Artemis. He soon learned that Artemis was not just an abnormally large wolf like he had previously thought. She was an unusual mix of timber wolf and werewolf. Her mother had been a timber wolf while his father was a werewolf; one night during a full moon Artemis' father had met his mother in the woods. Due to the loss of his human mind had mated with her mother. Then nine mother later her mother had had Artemis with her father being none the wiser. The result of this odd mix was an oddly large wolf with the mind of a human, except on the full moon when she would roam the woods in her full wolf form.
Harry also had other "family". He was a good friend with the lady and lord of the wood, Krishna and Ares. They were more like an aunt and uncle than his aunt petunia and uncle Vernon could have ever been. Then there was their daughter, Alice. She was like a sister; he was probably closest to her. Harry had been told all about his past when he was old enough, he knew all about magic, what happened to his parents and all about what happened to him. He knew all about his title as the "boy-who-lived" and he knew all about Voldemort. The elves were treating him as his own; they raised him like they raised their own children. He was learning wandless Elvin magic, he was learning to handle a bow and sword, he was learning to fight, and he was now fluent in elfish.
The eleven-year-old wandered aimlessly through the forest, waving to any creature he came across that he knew. Brushing his waist length hair from his face he caused the color to glisten in the light. It was still black, but ever since tapping into his magic in depth he had began to get natural red highlights that were an odd but attractive combination with the black. His eyes had been cured long ago and he no longer wore glasses, so his shocking green eyes were un-hidden now. He wore the normal Elvin clothing in black, and green with gold trim. Harry blinked in surprise when he realized he was very close to the edge of the forest, glancing around cautiously he treaded silently to the very edge. He hopped into a near by tree and peered through the branches, he saw two humans, a plump older woman and a thin angry man with a short messy beard. They were arguing about… Something… Harry shook his head in amusement.
"Humans… Such odd creatures…" He muttered to himself, he looked up to the castle and saw a very old man with snow-white hair and a long beard. He was sitting at the window watching the other two people with a sort of detached amusement. When Harry looked carefully he could see that despite his small smile he was crying. Harry cocked his head like a curious animal as he watched the man. "Wonder what's wrong with him…" He said to himself as he hopped from the tree and began to travel back home.
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Oh wow! Done! That was kind of a long chapter huh? Well I hope you liked it! By the way, the next chapter will most likely be out soon too, just because the first part I have a good idea of. The others after that may take more time, be warned. Also, the next chapter will jump to Harry when he is 17.