Fifteen years. Fifteen years when Albus Dumbledore found a blood clad infant by the name of Harry Potter. Father slumped against the wall dead from the killing curse, his mother had a hole in her stomach from what he assumed to be caused by the infant. He doubted it was caused by Voldemort, it just wasn't his style. What he wanted to know is what would have caused the child to burst from his mother's womb. Maybe Voldemort summoned the child to kill him personally?
Five years ago his instruments tied to Harry's wellbeing were destroyed, indicating that he was either dead or that something major happened which caused the items to fail. Personally he was hoping for the latter. If Harry Potter was dead, then the Wizarding World was doomed to fall by Voldemort's hands and to be rebuilt into a world where he ruled over all. Truly a terrifying thought indeed.
Sighing in resignation, he continued to work away at the pile of paper on his desk. The other teachers were trying to push forward the resignation of Severus Snape, his Potions Master. Really! He had told them that Severus could be trusted, even though he was a former Death Eater… Oh well, can't change the opinion of everyone he supposed.
"Albus! Albus!" A voice screeched through the fireplace inside his office.
Albus Dumbledore adjusted the glasses on his wizened old face and slowly got up.
"Yes Molly? What's the problem dear?" he asked peering into the fireplace.
"Remus says he found him!" Albus took a moment to process what the fire-haired woman said.
"Found who my dear?" He couldn't help but feel hopeful, maybe all was not lost after all.
"He says he's found Harry! Harry Potter!" Albus stumbled in shock but recovered quickly.
"Hold on, I'm coming right now, stand clear of the fireplace." He grabbed a handful of green powder and flung it into the fireplace before stepping through and calling out "The Burrow!" He quickly walked over to the next room where Molly Weasley was waiting with a man wearing very old and ragged clothing and concerned expression.
"Remus. Where did you see him. Where was Harry? Tell me everything!" Dumbledore sat down on the sofa in the room.
"He was in London. I only found out who he was because I was working as a banker- it's my new job" He added to Dumbledore who nodded to continue his story. "He looks nothing like Lily or James. He has black hair but it's tamed and sleek and he has one long bang on the right side of his face. His eyes are blue and he wears a black coat that reaches his ankles, like a trench coat but without the collar and it fans out at the bottom, which is trimmed in blue."
Dumbledore nodded along to Remus' story and came to the conclusion. "Harry is in London and looks nothing like Lily or James." Remus just nodded.
"Let's get going, before he can get too far."
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Harry Potter was walking down Threadneedle St. after just leaving the bank with a couple thousand pounds in his pocket. He refused to use a credit card as he didn't understand how a piece of plastic could hold all that money in it. Well, at least he could pay his rent now, and wash his clothes, they were a little too bloody to wear in public.
A shiver went down his spine. Something was going to happen. He was sure of it.
Sure enough a loud crack triggered his senses and he quickly turned around to see an old man and the banker he was just talking to. Dammit what now?
"Harry m'boy-" Harry held up his hand cutting Dumbledore off.
"Alright, you probably know my name from the banker guy right there, but why are you here and how did you appear out of nowhere?" Harry asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore let that sink in before continuing on. "You were supposed to have come to the school when you turned eleven years old but for some reason the letter was never sent."
"I can tell this is a conversation that shouldn't be heard in public, am I right?" Harry questioned to which he received two nods. "Alright follow me to my apartment."
Devour…
Harry shrugged off the voice and led the two to his apartment.
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"… and then Remus told me your location to which we hurried over to, it was just luck that put us right behind you."
Albus had just finished telling Harry who he was born to, what occurred that made him lose his parents, and how he ended up at the Dursleys.
Harry could tell Albus was lying about something though… His mother was not killed by a killing curse. The voice of God had told him what had actually happened, and he could tell that Dumbledore had known what actually occurred as well. Oh well, he had to go along with this cock and bull story of being the Boy-who-lived.
"Sorry Headmaster Dumbledore. I do not believe that I am a wizard." Harry said in response.
"Harry Potter not a wizard? Ridiculous! Have you ever noticed anything strange happen around you? Something unexplainable?" Remus blurted out.
"No, no I haven't. As far as I know nothing like that has ever happened." He responded in kind.
"It's but a simple spell to determine whether or not you have magical ability or not, other than the fact that you would be unable to see things like, say the Leaky Cauldron. Would you allow me perform the spell upon yourself Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore pulled out a stick, must be a wand Harry observed.
"Alright, sure."
Dumbledore waved his wand over Harry's head and was surprised when Harry glowed a faint red and purple.
"Well Harry isn't magical, he didn't glow green, the red signifies no magic… but that purple… it reminds me of something… a legend… Aha! The colour purple is associated with the legend of the Eyes of Stigma!" Dumbledore's eyes widened considerably.
"Eyes of Stigma?..." Remus looked confused. Harry just sat impassively on his chair, waiting for the Headmaster to speak.
"The Eyes of Stigma. A very old legend. Millennia ago, there were wizards, or should I say soldiers, who could cast magic wandlessly. Few of these magic users, some non-magical, were born with special eyes. The Stigma. There was the Alpha Stigma, the most common of these eyes. The Ebra Crypt, Will Heim, and the Lino Doue. The Alpha Stigma can analyze and understand all magic and causes insanity. Ebra Crypt can see inside others dreams and makes the bearer physically fragile. Will Heim, one of the more rare eyes, can see the strengths and weaknesses of everyone around them, but causes extreme jealousy, and the Lino Doue. Bearers of this eye cannot use magic and will eat their mother before childbirth and can absorb all magic to power their self or heal from any type of injury… at the cost of a human life…" Dumbledore trailed off, looking at Harry with awe and fear.
"You posses the Lino Doue, do you not?"
"Yes, I am the bearer of the Lino Doue."
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Harry stepped through the fireplace and entered what appeared to be an office, Dumbledore's office actually. Somehow he managed to convince Dumbledore to not kill him with the promise to not devour any innocent beings. That suited him just fine, there were many corrupt beings in the world anyways. Dumbledore managed to convince the Lino Doue bearer to come to Hogwarts to be protected from the forces of Voldemort, who were undoubtedly searching for their wraith-like master.
"So what am I going to do here Headmaster?" Harry asked the wizened old man. "This is a school, and you know my… tendencies."
"I would have you instated as a student-" Albus was cut off with a sharp "No."
With a pointed look Harry continued on. "I cannot use magic so there is absolutely no way I can be a student."
"While that is true, what else could I do with you?" Albus asked the teen. Harry grew an evil smirk.
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A week later signified the start of school term and the students crowded in and sorted themselves at their house tables.
Mutters could be heard from around the Great Hall. "Who is that? The new teacher of Defense? But there are two new people…"
Soon the mutters were broken up as Professor McGonagall led the first year students up the hall towards a stool with a dirty old hat on it. The first years waited with trepidation as the hat's brim split apart and burst into song.
After the song finished the Professor called out names to which they would come up and sort them into one of the four houses. After all the students were sorted everyone was surprised when the Headmaster announced he had some very important news for them.
"Hello students of Hogwarts!" The Headmaster proclaimed. "I'm afraid that before anyone dines on our scrumptious meal cooked by the house elves, you must listen to an old man's news. First I would like to welcome Madam Umbridge as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Secondly I would like to introduce a new class called Gym." Here some of the muggleborn and halfblood students whooped in joy and the purebloods looked on confused. "This is a class where physical ability is key, which I'm afraid, most wizards and witches are lacking. This class will be taught by Tiir Rumibul. He's the one who saw how lazy magic users are and wished to rectify that. That is all. Please, enjoy your dinner!"
Fred and George Weasley both looked on confused. "What's-" "Gym?" George started and Fred finished looking at each other puzzled. Hermione Granger was sitting beside one of the twins and decided to inform the twins.
"Gym is also known as physical education. This class works on building strength, endurance, speed, and teamwork while incorporating fun activities such as dodgeball and hockey. In this class you learn about the human body, things that can harm the human body and how children are made." At the end she blushed at the thought of human procreation while the twins looked disgusted.
"So all in all-" Fred, "He's going to teach us-" George "About sex?" Fred finished. "Don't forget the physical activity." George reminded him.
"Yes, yes he will." Hermione stated, blush still adorning her face.
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Three days after Harry's introduction as Tiir Rumibul saw him sitting at his desk waiting for the fifth years to enter class. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Truthfully he didn't want to teach physical education at all, he instead wanted to instate fighting classes, such as various martial arts, but when he found out that wizards didn't work being active at all, he had to settle for gym classes, get the kids active. So far he had the most trouble with the Sixth and Seventh year students when they found out how old he was. Hey he could pass for eighteen! But the moment he said fifteen, everybody tuned him out. At that point he engaged them in a game of dodgeball. Everyone verses him. Needless to say he won effortlessly.
When the last of the class entered, Harry began to speak.
"Okay everyone. My name is Tiir Rumibul, and I will be the teacher of this Gym class, also called Physical Education. Before we start is there any questions?"
A boy with pale blonde hair raised a hand.
"Yes Mr…?" Harry trailed off.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The boy stated smugly. "How old are you sir? You barely look older than eighteen."
"I am fifteen years of age. Anymore questions?" The class muttered in amazement. Surely this man was a great wizard for someone of his age. Sadly this was untrue.
"Sir" began a bushy haired girl. "Why are there no chairs or desks? Surely we aren't starting with the physical aspect of the class today."
Harry smirked devishly. "Well of course Ms…?"
"Granger" She supplied. "Ms. Granger. We are starting the physical aspect of class today. Right now in fact. Everyone split yourselves apart; I want two teams, even amount of people on each team."
When everyone split themselves apart, they all chose by house affiliation. Harry gave off another smirk that sent chills down the spines of the students.
"Alright since you people obviously cannot do this without house prejudice, I want you Draco to stand over there." Harry split the students up so the teams were half Gryffindor and half Slytherin.
He clapped his hands together cheerfully and stated "There we go, much better." To which he received the full hate of every student in his class.
"Now everyone, we are going to play a game called dodgeball! Does anyone know what it is?" The only students who raised their hands were some muggleborn and halfblood students that all resided in the house of the lions.
"Alright, to those that don't know, dodgeball is a game where you dodge the ball. You get hit your out. You catch a ball and the person who threw the ball is out, and a teammate gets to rejoin the game. Headshots don't count. If you get hit in the crotch well, I feel ya." Harry placed a total of twelve balls across the middle of the classroom and with a single "Go!" Everyone rushed for the balls.
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An hour later saw tired and sore students leaving the classroom with a few smiles and mostly anger on their faces, mostly on the pure-blooded students.
Harry was pissed to say the least. Some of the students had decided to attack him with the dodgeballs which resulted in another Harry versus Classroom fight, this time with the Fifth years. Sighing in exasperation he put the dodgeballs away in a mesh bag. Hermione Granger entered the classroom at this point and watched him the entire time.
"And what would you like Ms. Granger?" Harry spoke in a reserved tone when he noticed her watching.
"Well umm Professor Rumibul I was wondering why didn't you use magic to spell the balls into their respective container? It seems like a waste of time to be doing it by hand when you could have done it much faster." She rushed out in a nervous tone.
"Sometimes Ms. Granger, not everybody has the option to use magic." He looked her dead in the eyes and heard her gasp when she caught sight of his red eyes. He quickly deactivated his eyes and hurried her out of her class.
"Remember that Granger."
Well that's the second chapter of today! Man I think I really like this story. Tell me how you all feel about it in the review section! You know you wanna… :D