THROUGH IT YET AGAIN
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and everyone knows that.
Warning: If you find someone or things who does not seem to belong to J.K. Rowling, then that would be my fault since I'm only using her work to create my own version of Harry Potter.
Notes: I am trying to make it longer.
Chapter 6
The hardest thing yet
It was odd when all the people you have seen died and the people you didn't have the pleasure of knowing because they already died were suddenly in front of you gawking as if you were an experiment which went wrong and they didn't know what the problem was.
All of them were now sitting in different corners but still in front of him. Severus Snape was standing beside him, holding a vial of liquid in his hand. He had arrived shortly and didn't have any idea what happened before then. No one bothered to relay to him what transpired earlier and he was clearly not interested.
"Hold out the vial for a while, Severus." The headmaster said. "I would like to know what he has to say without them."
"Don't you think we are wasting time, professor." Severus protested. "This will solve any doubts at once. I doubled its dose in case he has a tricked on his sleeve."
James swallowed. He may be angry at the boy but he certainly didn't want him to suffer an overdose.
Severus might have read his expression and smirked at him, glad he could make James Potter worried. He almost hated the fact that he had to assure him how safe it was. "Don't worry I'm not going to kill a child in front of you." The man glared in return.
Lily was becoming nervous beside her husband. She didn't want to see the boy that has the face of her child be treated like this. She didn't want to hope because she knew her Harry had died several years ago. She and James had buried him beside their house at Godric's Hollow just for the thought of being near him.
James squeezed her hand and gave her his support at the gesture. She only mustered a thin smile for him.
"Thank you, Severus." They heard Professor Dumbledore said. "But I really want to know what he would say without them."
Severus Snape sneered at the boy before taking his seat at the far side right of Dumbledore. He too was a bit curious but told himself the boy was nothing but a fake and the Potters had fall to it at once. Not that he cared.
"You may begin." Dumbledore said to the boy.
Harry looked at the crowd. Remus and Sirius were huddled beside his parents of this world, the headmaster in the middle and Severus on the other side. He shouldn't have offered this, he was not sure he could take another roll of his life laid upon them on a silver plate. He didn't want to relieve all the nightmares he had suffered.
Severus raised a brow. "What are you still doing? Tell us what you want to say. You are already wasting our time."
"Severus, please." Albus cut him off in a mild manner.
"I- my name is Harry Potter and I am not lying." Harry began. "But I am not the Harry Potter you all know."
"You are already confusing us." Commented James roughly.
"It makes perfect sense." The boy answered back. "I came from another world."
Severus stood with a thud. "You expect us to believe that?!"
"And this came from the man who experimented on many things with his potions to prove the world it is possible!" Harry snapped, eyes glaring at Snape.
"Snape let him finish." It was now Remus who cut him off. Severus gave him his death glare but Remus was not easily to be frightened. He sat again afterwards.
"May be I should start from the very beginning." The boy said softly.
Harry wet his lips. He really didn't want to relieve those memories anymore but he had to. This was the only way to prove himself.
"It all started with the prophecy. You see Voldemort.." all of them gasped except Dumbledore when he mentioned the name. There were only a few people who were not afraid to name the dark lord but certainly the children were not one of them and of course the other Potter. They could still not decide what to make out of him.
Harry took a deep breath and continued. "Voldemort was in the height of his powers at that time when the prophecy appeared. It talked about the one who could defeat him," then he chanted the prophecy. 'The, one with the power to vanquish the DARK LORD approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the dark lord will mark him as his equal. But he will have the power the dark lord knows not…and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives…'"
"Merlin, he knows the forgotten prophecy." Said Sirius in fright. "How could a boy know the prophecy."
Harry stared at his godfather in this world. If only he had known. He shook the thought aside, everyone would know after his tale.
"There were only two who qualified to be the child in the prophecy; one was Neville Longbottom and me, Harry Potter. He would have gone on to the Longbottoms but he haunted me because he saw himself in me. He was after all part muggle like me."
"And you know about that, huh." Severus hissed.
"I found out about that. My parents went into hiding; it was Peter Pettigrew who gave them out. They had the mistake of making him their keeper."
"Well, I wouldn't contradict you on that. Peter is a bastard. And we even treated him as our friend." Said Sirius.
Harry suddenly remembered him. "Where is he?! Is he still alive in this world?!"
"He is," answered Remus for everyone. He could see the anger on the boy's face when he said that. "But he is not with us anymore, obviously."
Harry could only clenched his teeth. "I should have let Sirius and Remus kill him."
The two said people only raised a brow. They didn't know what he was talking about.
"Please, continue."
The boy looked at Professor Dumbledore. He had not realize the twinkle of the old man's eye were not the same as the Dumbledore he knew. The old man seemed like in a lot of stress.
Harry swallowed. How could he relay the death of his loved ones now. How could he tell the people in front of him how they died in his world? How could he tell that it was all his fault?
"Well, kid?" it was James again. He looked like he was debating against himself.
"Peter Pettigrew spilled the location of the house where my parents and me as a baby had been hiding. He - Voldemort went to that house and killed them. First my dad, James Potter and then my mom, Lily Potter because she protected me."
No one said anything this time as Harry fought back his tears. He should not be crying now. It was way behind in the past.
"Voldemort, after killing my mother, proceeded to kill me with the same avada kedavra curse. It didn't work and it bounced right back at him."
Severus interrupted again. "Wait a minute, are you telling me that the killing curse didn't work on you? That's impossible."
Harry didn't look at the man instead he looked at Lily who was listening intently at him. "My mother's love protected me. She was the one who countered the curse. Professor Dumdledore of my world said Love is powerful. The only thing left to me by Voldemort was my mark- my mark on my forehead- the lightning mark."
They all looked at his forehead and saw the mark he was saying. It was really an odd scar indeed.
Snape knotted his brow at the revelation. He fell silent again.
"When my parents died," Harry continued. "Professor Dumbledore gave me to my mother's sister, Aunt Petunia for protection." He watched when Lily grasped the elbow of her husband.
"If you are that special," Remus said. "Why give you to Lily's sister rather than have Professor Dumbledore or any wizard to protect you or Sirius or me."
Harry glanced at him. "Professor Dumbledore said the blood that my mother and Aunt Petunia shared would seal the protection he had put on me when I was a baby."
"I lived with them." The boy closed his eyes as if relieving his life. "I lived with them without knowing who I really was, how my parents really died and why I had to live years of hell."
"What do you mean?"
It was the first time Lily had said anything. Harry found himself overwhelmed at the voice of his supposed to be mother in this world. He had dreamt how his mother's voice would sound like to his ears.
"Its better if it stays that way." He answered.
"We need to know everything." Lily said in a stubborn tone and now Harry suddenly knew where he got his temper.
"It doesn't matter. They're already dead." He could hear the faint gasped of his supposed mother. He figured she thought he had killed them and felt he had to correct it.
"I didn't kill them. Voldemort did when he had found out where my house was."
"Was." Repeated James. "Where do you live now."
Harry could only curved his lip. "Here for the meantime." He saw the glint of irritation on his supposedly father at his answer but he didn't care. For now he was looking for strength to tell his whole story.
"Go on." Dumbledore urged him. It seemed he was the calmest in the group but they could sense the anxiousness of the old man.
"When I reached the age of eleven, I found out everything about me being the boy who lived or let alone the only sole survivor of Voldemort's killing curse. It met me full forced. Apparently everyone knew about me except myself."
The occupants of the room could sense the bitterness in his words but didn't say anything. They all wanted to know immediately his story and if that meant they had to keep quiet to each and every one word the boy was saying then so be it.
"I went to Hogwarts afterwards. Everything from there was a roller coaster ride for me." he continued on with the story. He found out he had to pause for every moment because it was still too much for him. He relayed how Snape killed the headmaster but then saved him in the end and died eventually. He told them how his friends had been killed while looking for the horcruxes and how his friends' families were killed at the final battle. He was shaking uncontrollably when he had finished and he was enveloped in a tight embraced suddenly. He could feel the warm in the hug and knew it was his mother, no Lily.
"Lily," said James as if scolding his wife.
"No, James, I will not hear of it. This child is my son, our son. I believed in everything he said to us."
"We will know about that once we get him the potion." Severus Snape reminded her sharply.
"No, this is enough. Don't make him suffer again."
"But we have to know, Lily." Dumbledore was now the one talking. "We can't let our emotions get the better of us. We must be careful. We are at war after all."
"Please professor Dumbledore, I know this is my son. I can feel it. I felt it the first time I saw him. I endured this so called interrogation and now hear me, please, leave him be. For me." She was now streaming with tears. Harry heard it all but he couldn't move anymore, his body still shaking from the memories he had told. He didn't care the arguments that was taking place after that . All he wanted to do now was to close the door again to all his memories.
Remus watched the boy as James and Lily argued. Sirius had gone on to stop the two while he stood in place. He understood what Lily was talking about now. He knew there was something about the boy that he couldn't put on. It had crossed his mind that time in the hospital that he looked like Harry Potter, his godson at first glance and when he had learned about him being him, he couldn't help himself but be mad. It was impossible and unbelievable that a dead person can live again, let alone be at this age if he was really the Potter's son.
He shook his head. They shouldn't be discussing this in front of the boy. Although he had his own opinion of things, the headmaster was right about being careful. He glimpsed at Snape and had to frown when he saw how the man amused himself at the heated arguments of the two Potters. Remus knew that Snape had never seen them fight so it must have felt like heaven to him for he didn't like James.
"We should talk about this elsewhere." He suggested loudly to all of them which made everyone silent. It didn't occur to them that they had been discussing the future of the boy like he was not with them in the room. James and Lily felt embarrassed and averted their eyes on the boy, Sirius on the other hand had to look at Harry which was still head bowed from the same place he was seated. He didn't even know if the boy was listening to them or that he was perched in his own world.
"Remus is right," agreed Dumbledore with an authoritative tone. "We will have to discuss this to the other room. Follow me please."
Lily before leaving went over to her son. "I'll leave you for the moment, hon. Don't worry this won't take long." The others watched her kissed the forehead of the boy which became very still at her action. James clenched his hand and only Sirius saw it, he knew his bestfriend wanted to do that, too.
Dumbledore waited until everyone was out. He had one looked at the boy who didn't meet his eyes. "The charmed place on your chair will wear off once I close the door." He informed him, then left the room as well.
Harry sighed when he heard the door closed. It was really an odd situation. He remembered when his mother, no supposed mother in the world had kissed him. He gently put his hand on his forehead, reminiscing it.
"That went well than expected."
Harry dropped his hand quickly and stood so that he could face the keeper who suddenly appeared in front of him.
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Rian Potter watched his friends, Fred and George Weasley as they pulled another prank on their older brother, Percy. This time, they had managed to slip a powder of rainbow drops on his food. It wasn't a pretty sight as the face of the said brother turned red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and then violet in the same sequence every second. Of course Percy being unaware first, sent his most vicious glare at the two. He on the other hand was torn whether he would tell Percy or not. The third elder brother wasn't really his friend because he was too arrogant and boastful for his liking. Fred and George shared the same opinion towards him that was why they played a joke on Percy all the time. Rian would always refuse to join them when it comes to him or to any of his friends for that matter. It was his honor as the fourth wheel of the group. The third brother cast his eyes on him and gave him a snort. Rian could only raised a brow and decided not to tell him what was really going on. It was an exception he would gladly be happy about, besides even if he tells him, Percy already have listed him as one of the brains on the prank. He shook his head, he really didn't like the guy.
The door swung open, Ron and Hermione entered the dining area. They both stopped talking when they saw Percy's face shining with the colors of the rainbow. The two stood frozen and gaped at his face. This time, Percy had taken the hint and rushed over to the mirror located on the side. The twin ran out of the room immediately when their brother chased after them with murderous intent on his face. Of course with the kind of face he has, it was impossible not to snicker which only made him angry. He shouted nasty things at them but before he disappeared he shot one last glare at Rian who only shrugged lazily and then Percy also had left the room.
By this time Ron and Hermione snapped out of their shocked and sat across him.
"What happened to Percy?" asked Ron.
"Courtesy of Fred and George." Rian briefly answered.
Hermione looked at the food on the table with frightened eyes. She didn't want to be a victim of the same joke.
"Don't worry," said Rian. "They only did it to Percy." He could see the relief on the girl's face when he said that.
"Where's mom?" Ron asked again, still not eating.
"On a meeting with Professor Dumbledore. Your dad is also with them."
Rian saw the worried look on the younger man's face when he gave the information. Who wouldn't be worried at a time like this.
"Well my parents are sure not with them," told Hermione who completely lost her appetite. "They said they would come here tomorrow. I'm worried, what if He-who-must not be named or his minions get them? You know they don't have powers, they won't stand a chance."
"Don't say that," Ron softly said to her. Hermione's parents were muggles but they were helping the wizarding world nonetheless for their daughter because the dark lord wanted to destroy the non pureblood family. His aim was to cleanse the wizarding world of the muggle kind and he was gaining a lot of alliances for that thought alone.
The girl fell silent as Ron muttered other soothing things with her. Rian watched the two. The war had put both of them close. Ron and Hermione were never friends even when they were both in the same Gryffindor house in fact Ron thought of her as the know-it-all while Hermione thought of him as one lazy boy. It wasn't after Ron's parents rescued the family of Hermione from being attack in their own home that they had gotten close.
Rian shook the thought aside. The wizarding world could barely hanging from the clutches of the dark lord. Up to now, he couldn't believe how the order survived from him and his followers. He was not afraid of Voldemort or his death eaters or even his dementors. He was more afraid of losing his loved ones, like his parents and friends that was why he was looking forward into joining the order only he wasn't still allowed. He clenched his teeth, he won't give up just yet.
He stood up and went over to them, hugging the two from behind without explaining. He didn't have a sibling to pour his loved with, only parents who were always the ones who protected him. He had no one to watch over, be responsible to, play with and even argue. That was the reason he liked the Weasley family. They have many siblings which he can focus his brotherly love on. If only his younger brother didn't die then he wouldn't feel jealous with them. He could only see his deceased brother's face through the pictures his parents have kept and see it he usually did every night before going to sleep feeling really loss although he regarded Ron as that brother that was lost to him it was not the same. It might be painstakingly selfish on his part but the hole that was taken from him, he was now giving it to the youngest brother of the Weasleys.
"Don't worry," he said while still hugging them. "Just believe and pray that everything will turn out alright."
Bill and Charlie suddenly came inside the room and saw the scene before them.
"Rian its okay to treat Hermione like that but not Ron's. He is becoming a brat." Commented Charlie.
Ron pouted while he only grinned.
"Tsk tsk," gestured Bill. "See how brat he is."
"I am not a brat." Exclaimed Ron and Hermione suppressed her laugh.
Rian ruffled his hair in a playful manner then went back to his seat.
"Just a baby then." said Charlie as he and Bill settled in their seats next to Rian. They didn't see Ron as he stacked his tongue at them.
"So, what news?" asked Rian. He figured the younger teens had to know what was going on.
Bill shrugged. "Same old story. There was a mass murder in Germany. We found wizards and muggles there. Apparently He-who-must not be named found out another secret organization between the two parties. The muggle community on the other hand thought it was an act of terrorism."
"Okay, lets talk about this later." Rian said dismissively eventhough he was younger than the both of them. He was displaying his protective instincts again for the two teens. They quietly agreed and glanced around.
"Are there only us?" asked Charlie who knew their parents would be at home by now. Ron was the one who answered.
"But we didn't know there would be a meeting today." Muttered Bill. "No one told us any meeting."
"May be Professor Dumbledore just needed to say something to them." Concluded Rian in order not to scare Ron.
The two only nodded who knew what he was doing. They didn't ask about Hermione's since they knew where they were already being in the order.
"What about your parents?" asked Charlie. Everybody knew James and Lily made it a point not to skip dinner since it was the only time they would be with their son.
Rian shrugged as if he didn't care. "They didn't say anything to me. May be their just busy."
But Bill and Charlie knew he was really worried. Rian's parents have the most dangerous task in the order aside from their potion's master that is and the Weasleys tried to make him feel at ease with the situation although he was doing a better job having the two teens, Ron and Hermione to look after.
Charlie decided to shift the topic. "Well I know Ginny is with Fleur. I must say the two are inseparable," he glanced at Bill with a mock face. "What did Fleur feed to her?"
Bill elbowed his brother. "She is irresistible, that's the only reason," then to Rian. "What about Percy and the twins?"
"Percy is chasing after Fred and George." Answered Hermione. "They-they did something to his face."
Rian laughed as he remembered the prank the twins had pulled on Percy and told the two about the rainbow drops after that all of them joined the laughter forgetting their problems for a while.
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Hello again. I ahm got my muse to give me another go at this. Thank goodness. I wouldn't be able to sleep if this story goes unattended forever.
Thanks for the review. About the cliché, I'm sorry if it seems that way, believe me I am not trying to copy any of the stories in the Harry Potter fanfic world? (is it a website or is it under as well?) All I've ever read so far were about Severus being Harry's father or something about Draco Malfoy and him being friends or ahem lovers. Oh and being Voldemort's heir, that's all.
About reading some and visiting the suggested sites, I'm not sure because I'm really taken reading about HPSS or HPDM and wouldn't want to be accused of copying somebody else's work just by reading it (which the only thing I'm guilty about is to use Rowling's)
Now what else, oh and about making the story long, it actually depends on my muse which to my opinion doesn't want long ones for that matter. (and mind you I've read stories which only had two pages each chapter).
Original plot? I am doing this out of what my muse wants me to do so if it is not to your liking or if you think you have seen it already I really don't know what you're talking about. The truth is I don't know where to go from Harry Potter in another world. This is only something that my muse wants me to write and I as well.
Again I am not aware of what this particular reviewer is talking about. It only made me feel awful that it seems that I copy others' work (fanfiction stories) then putting it on to one compilation file. My muse thinks so too and clearly devastated just thinking about it.
(' o ') My muse didn't know about the cliché and now using it as a solid excuse to drop this story for good.
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LoveThefiction, you warm my heart. I felt an overwhelming happiness when I had read your review it only means I am doing good to get your attention.
Thanks for the reviews. All of you. I'm sorry if the notes are too long I just want to get this out. We'll see where it leads me (crossing my fingers and glaring at my muse to agree with me).
(sorry how this ended, my muse really does not like a long one no matter how rubbish it ends. Next time I'll make her finish the overall concept of the chapter)