One of their own
Chapter 4
Harry knew they were getting rid of him, he also knew that they were going to put him in a muggle orphanage. He had nothing against muggles but he did not want to end up in their world. A world he did not understand or want to understand. He had magic, he belonged in the wizarding world and he was so used to the magical world. He didn't think he would survive in the muggle world, it would just be too strange.
He also knew that there was nothing he could do to change their mind. James had never really wanted him; he was stupid enough to have fallen for it in the first place. With a sigh he decided to take advantage of the situation, he knew they would not give him away yet. He had a while before they would dump him off at an orphanage. He wondered if anyone would miss him, probably not, thought Harry bitterly.
He refused to realise that there were tears running down his weary face.
He refused to admit that he wanted nothing but a mother and father to love him.
He refused to admit that what his mother and James were doing to him hurt him. If he admitted it then, he knew he would feel all the more afterwards.
James he understood, he was not his son, not really. The thought of his own mother wanting rid of him, hurt him more than anything. Just because she was having another child with James did not give her the right to abandon him. He knew that his mother was delusional. Living in her own little world, she did not care for the world outside. She just continued to live her fairy tale she had always wanted.
Harry did not care that he was a bastard son; he had a long time to come to terms with it. A small part of him wished his father would rescue him, that part of him was practically squashed. He had long ago given up hope of someone loving him, every night when James beat him. He had soon after given up hope to ever finding his father, after finding out he was a Death Eater he knew his father would not want him. He knew Death Eaters were all Purebloods that hated muggleborns. His father probably would kill him if he ever laid eyes on him, not that he ever would.
He knew that either side were killing and none of them were innocent. The light wizards were killing the so-called dark wizards. The dark wizards were killing light wizards. They were both fighting for what they thought was right, the Aurors tortured Death Eaters and Death Eaters tortured Aurors. It just kept going on in a vicious circle. A never-ending circle of doing what was right and having prejudice against something; prejudice against Death Eaters being dark wizards, Dark wizards thinking that muggleborns should not be allowed in the wizarding world.
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"Honey I'm back" said James coming in.
Harry had just had the best night's sleep and feeling more rested than before. He knew what was going to happen, he had received a wonderful breakfast. He was looking forward to a brilliant lunch something he had not had in a very long time. He could barely remember the time where he had a meal with his, so called, parents. All he could think then was that acting happy when your not is harder than he thought.
All he wanted to do was gag at the pair of them, honestly it was like some sickly happy romantic family...As thought they were perfectly normal, and had no secrets or that there was a war going on in their happy normal lives.
He just hoped he didn't end up like that it was horrible, the kissing and yeuk! They make him sick! He just wished he could give them a piece of their own medicine especially James Potter.
How he hated that man, he didn't think he would get away with it if he tried.
"Great love what do you want for lunch?" asked Lily, kissing and giving James a cuddle.
"Anything love, as long as you don't strain yourself" said James, he heard the gagging noises Harry made for a second. All he wanted to do was go over there and smack the boy one.
"I will just make some sandwiches then" said Lily smiling.
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2 months later
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Mostly the same thing happened for the next two months; Lily had started to show a bump forming on her stomach. James and Lily just got more lovey dovey by the minute. James always talking into his mother's stomach, he ideally wondered if he had done it when he was in his mother's womb.
He had seen Neville a couple of times, the boy was practically a squib. He could not do magic like Harry could. It was only after he had met other children, Ronald Weasley did he realise that doing wandless magic was not normal. He realised he was special being, able to heal himself or warm up his dungeons slightly. He had only seen them a few times, James and Lily must have been scared that he would tell on them.
He had also gotten some great information hiding in the shadows and listening to the adult's conversations. He realised that Dumbledore knew of his situation and did nothing.
"So where is your brat the now?" asked Albus.
"With Neville and Ronald" said Lily stiffly.
"So are you getting rid of the brat then?" asked Albus.
"Yes once the baby is here, he's gone. We will use the excuse that he must have got jealous of his brother or something like that." said Lily.
"A fine idea! So why are you feeding him?" asked Albus.
Harry came to realise that he must have missed half of the conversation. It was obvious because he knew that Dumbledore had not been to the manor. He also knew his mother had not left, so he must have been informed today. He did not like the fact that the most powerful wizard in the world knew about his situation and did nothing to help.
He shook his head, he should have realised. All powerful people were corrupt in some way, Dumbledore and Voldemort both were.
"We are putting him in an orphanage we don't want accused of Abuse," replied James, before Lily could say anything.
"I see, good thinking," said Albus, nodding his head in thought.
"I'm glad to know you and James are having a true heir. I hope one day he or she does the Potter name proud," smiled Albus.
"Yes he will. Potters seem to always have boys!" exclaimed James. Just like all other pure blood families.
"What about the brat? I take it he will be powerful?" asked James. He did not like that fact at all.
"Of course he will, James," said Albus, waiting for James to ask.
"Is there a way I can stop him being powerful? After all he won't need it in the muggle world." said James, his eyes hard and cold.
"Well I suppose I could get Severus to brew something," said Albus with an amused smile playing on his lips.
"Do that, we will pay for it if you wish." said James.
Once the idea had formed, James thought it was greatest revenge for having to put up with the brat for two months. James had walked right into Albus Dumbledore's hands. He did not want the brat ending up in an orphanage, growing powerful, and joining the Dark Lord. A suppressing potion it would do the trick, eyes twinkling, he told them the down side to it.
"It will take two more months to brew though," said Albus his eyes never stopping twinkling.
"That's fine we can put up with him," said James, two months more with the brat, would be worth it in the end.
"A potion could run out." said Lily, pointing a flaw in their plan.
"Of course. I will think of something," mused Albus, thoughtfully.
"I know you will." said Lily adoringly, after all Albus was the most powerful wizard in the world!
"Well I have to get back and look it up, I will be in touch soon James, Lily, good day," said Albus.
They did not notice a stunned looking Harry in the corner. He couldn't believe it they want to take his magic! Just because they thought he going to be powerful. That was ridiculous! They didn't even know if he was or not...how could they do this to him?
First, they plan to get rid of him, and now they want to take his magic from him.
He would just have to run away if that was what they were planning...
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Hogwarts
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"Ah Severus, what is the best way to suppress someone's magic?" inquired Albus.
"Probably bracelets with dampening charms, and soaked into a potion, why?" asked Severus.
He knew the Headmaster had a reason behind asking.
He did not think he wanted to know the answer anyway. He knew he wouldn't get an answer from the man.
He spoke in riddles all the time, and he was then left to unravel them all, and take them to Voldemort.
He wasn't really on any side; he knew Dumbledore and the Aurors were just like Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He had learnt that far too late, of course, now he was just trying to keep himself alive.
"You have just given me quite a bit to think about, Severus, thank you," said Albus, sounding more amused than anything.
Severus watched the most powerful wizard in the world leave his office.
Confused by the amusement in the Headmaster's voice he couldn't stop the feeling of foreboding coiling in his stomach. It felt like a dark cloud was hovering over his being.
He found a note from the Headmaster on his desk, later in the day, making him all the more agitated and nervous.
Severus,
Brew the potion we spoke about.
Good day,
Albus
Simple as that, nothing giving away what he was asked to brew. Sticking the note in the fire, he began the potion.
His instincts were practically screaming at him not to brew the potion, but couldn't rationalise why, and carried on with his work.