Chapter Two
~Earlier that day~
"Albus!" An almost hysterical cry startled the sleeping old man.
"Hmm?"
"Albus! Get down here and shut off this racket!" The voice yelled again. Minerva? Racket? The old man more commonly known as the Headmaster of Hogwarts sighed and got out of comfy bed and proceeded down to his office to pacify an enraged Deputy Headmistress.
"Finally!" Professor McGonagall called out as she saw her Headmaster.
"Yes, yes, Minerva; so sorry." The Headmaster replied calmly. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"This!" McGonagall said as she as her finger pointed towards a somewhat small crystal on one of the Headmaster's many shelves.
"Hmm?" Dumbledore hummed in question and then looked over to where his Transfiguration teacher was pointing. His eyes widened in comprehension of what exactly that crystal was and why it was glowing and making a shrill hum. How did this happen? The boy should have come into Inheritance and be too weak to move let alone leave the house! That little brat is causing me far too much stress and time. Perhaps I should tighten his leash.
"Minerva, call the Order; Harry has left the Dursleys." Albus sighed seemingly to be worried for the young Savior. He's causing me as much problems as Riddle!
"WHAT?!" The professor cried out in surprise and worry, Harry was after all one of her favorite Lions.
"Now, now Minerva, we must be calm in a time of crisis." Albus said firmly with in a grandfather-like tone. "Now then-"
SLAM!
The two looked over to where the entrance door was opened so hard that it slammed into the wall. A well-known Potions Master strolled in with a sneer on his face and shaking in fury. He inclined his head towards the Transfiguration professor and then glared at his Headmaster. He of course didn't glare like anyone else, no, his glare was known as the 'Snape Death Glare' by students and even some of the staff; this glare was currently trying to burn holes in one Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, Serverus. What do we owe this pleasure?" Dumbledore asked smiling and twinkling in his eyes.
"Did you know?!" Snape growled out in rage. He had slightly calmed from his dramatic entrance but anyone who looked could still tell that he was greatly upset – after all what kind of Slytherin loses there mask?
"Know, my boy?" Albus asked, his eyes possibly twinkling more if at all possible.
"Yes you old coot! Did you know that Lily Evans had a Prophecy about bearing a bloody DARK LORD!" Snape all but yelled.*
The Headmaster narrowed his eyes, losing their twinkle. How the did he find out about that?! No one should know about that! Not even Riddle does! I made sure of it – the seer is no longer around and I was the only one with her when she made it. So how the hell did SERVERUS find out!?
"A Prophecy? About Lily and Harry? No can't say I do know of one with both of them. Of course you already know of Harry's personal Prophecy." Dumbledore said and looked serious. "Now then calm yourself Serverus, Harry would never become a Dark Lord, too much in the Light in him. That Prophecy was obviously negated when Tom tried to kill young Harry." Albus shook his head like he was agreeing with himself. "Now that you are here, you might as well help our search for Harry; he seems to have left the Dursleys."
"…Fine."
"Minerva if you'd be so kind to take Serverus to search for Harry, while I contact the Order?" Albus asked pleasantly. Serverus gave in far too easily, he didn't insult the brat at all…
"Let's go Serverus." McGonagall stated, nodding her head to Dumbledore. The two professors left the Headmaster's office and went on their way to Surrey.
I will have to keep my eye on my dear Potions Master…can't let him get free. No one was around to see the evil grin on the old man's face, making him look like some kind of demon impersonating a gentle grandfather figure. Chuckling to himself, Dumbledore walked to the Floo and called number twelve Grimmauld Place.
~A little after midnight when Harry was coming into his Inheritance~
A scream was heard through the dark manor originating from the master bedroom. It was lucky for the one screaming that the manor was empty save himself and a certain snake familiar. The figure on the emerald green bed with silver lining clutched his head in searing pain and rolled off onto the floor still screaming. When the screaming stopped, blood was running down the man's ears and out his nose. He gasped for breath before a new, different type of pain ran through him.
/Master! Master!/ The snake, Nagini, hissed worriedly at her snakeling that she had helped raise when he was younger.
/Tom!/ Nagini tried again. After a short time trying to get her master's attention, Nagini laid down to watch and protect her master if anyone tried to take advantage of his weakened state. She had tensed when her master started convulsing, but after another round of trying to get his attention, she laid back down and hoped for the best.
It seemed as hours went by to Nagini, helpless to aid her snakeling; when in reality only minutes when by when the man stopped convulsing. Nagini looked hopeful at her master, but hissed in distress when the man started to glow green and then red and back to green. This went on for hours, the colors staying longer each time before switching. Finally the glowing stopped and her master showed no signs of being in pain or injured.*
With a groan, the man opened his eyes only to see his snake looking down at him worriedly. His gaze turned confused when he recognized that he was on the floor and there seemed to be dried blood on his face and neck.
/Nagini?/ He asked in confusion, though he would never admit that.
/Tom! Are you alright? Does anything hurt? Would you like me to help get you to a healer?/ Nagini hissed out fast due to her worry.*
/That won't be necessary./ Tom raised from the floor, usually an effortless task but seemed to be exhausting on the snake's master. /What happened Nagini? All I remember was a stabbing pain in my head and then everything blurs./
/I was so worried Tom! You were screaming so loud and rolling around in agony after you fell off the bed. After that you started convulsing! THEN you started glowing!!!/
/Glowing?!/
/First green and then to red. It changed fast in the beginning but lasted longer on one color each time until you stopped glowing and woke up./
/…the hell?/
/Language Tom!/
/You can't reprimand me! I'm the Dark Lord!/
/Yeah, well who raised you!?/
/…/
/That's what I thought./ If snakes could grin, Nagini would have a large smile on her face. She loved teasing her snakeling.
Groaning once again, Tom got off the bed and started to make his way to the bathroom. /This will need to be researched, but before that I need to get cleaned up. Nagini why don't you go hunting or something./
/Can't admit that I'm right can you? Hmph, very well I shall go hunting. Have fun in the shower Tom~/
/NAGINI!!/ The man yelled, mortified as his laughing snake slide out of the room.
"One would think she's the result of my negative karma…" Sighing, the man disrobed. "The price I pay for ruling the world." Tom muttered as he stepped into the shower.*
~Leaky Cauldron~
"What can I do for ya" Tom asked the two people who came up to him.
"Has Mr. Potter come through here recently?" Minerva whispered the question so as not to draw attention that the Savior of the Wizarding World was missing.
"No, no. That one hasn't come through yet." Was Tom's response, pretending to be talking about a shipment.
"You will contact us if it comes through." Serverus 'asked,' but it was obviously a demand.
"Yes, yes, of course." Tom hurriedly replied to the Potions Master at the sight of said person's glare.
"Thank you." McGonagall said with a slight smile, turned, grabbed her colleague's arm, and proceed out and into Diagon Alley.
"Why did you feel it was necessary drag me away?" Snape asked with a sneer, yanking his arm out of her grasp and back to his side.
"Someone had to save him from your glare. Can you not control yourself, or do you just take some type of sick pleasure out of scaring people?" Minerva questioned, if she was younger or anyone else she would have no doubt rolled her eyes.
"The latter of course; really Minerva, you should know better." Serverus stated with a smirk.
"Oh, I know alright; but one can hope." Minerva stated and sighed. "We're at Gringotts."
"Thank you for telling me, I have seemed to go blind during out short walk here." Snape sneered at his associate.
"Can I help you?" Griphook asked dryly as two Hogwarts professor walked over to him.
"Yes. We're here to see if Mr. Harry Potter has made a withdrawal lately under the permission of Albus Dumbledore." McGonagall calmly stated, not taken back by her associate's and goblin's behaviors. It was a common well-known fact that they were both set in their ways.
"You are not authorized to obtain that information." The goblin replied nonchalantly.
"Even if Potter of age Dumbledore has magical guardianship due to his status." Snape replied with his trademark sneer, he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"Albus Dumbledore's magical guardianship was over ruled and is no longer in effect."
"What? By who?" McGonagall demanded, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Mr. Potter is now in charge of his own magical guardianship." Griphook stated, getting annoyed at humans - though no one would be able to tell.
"Don't be ridiculous, the only possible way for Potter to be his own magical guardian is if he was a Lord." Snape replied as he scoffed at the very thought of Potter being a Lord.
"Correct." The pissed off goblin replied.
"Severus don't anger the goblins!" Minerva reprimanded the Potions Master. "Forgive my colleague's rudeness. What is Mr. Potter the Lord to?"
"You are not authorized for this information."
"Is there any way to get authorization?" McGonagall question as she held back a seething Snape.
"Only Mr. Potter may give you authorization." The goblin stated, obviously hoping they would leave soon; what good were they if they didn't what something to do with money.*
"Do you know were Potter is?" Serverus snapped at the goblin.
"No." Griphook responded with a glare.
"Thank you for your time." The Transfiguration Professor smiled slightly with her statement. She grabbed her associate once more and practically dragged the protesting Potions Master out of the bank.
~ Number 4 Private Drive ~
One Albus Dumbledore knocked on the door of one of the many cookie cutter houses and patiently waited for an answer. Behind him happened to be two Aurors and a werewolf itching to find the Boy-Who-Lived – for various different reasons. The door was opened by a very large - and when I say large I mean LARGE – man whose face paled and then suddenly grew purple at the sight of the four wizards, decked out in wizardly clothing, standing on his doorstep.
"What do you want?! The freak's not here!" Vernon Dursley yelled and attempted to shut the door. Unfortunately for him, Moody pushed the door back open and incidentally shoved Vernon to the floor.
"We know that! We're here to see if you know where he is and to check for clues to where he went!" Tonks yelled, angry at being called a freak. A growl from Remus slipped from the werewolf's mouth – knowing somewhat of the muggles that housed his now godson – and directed to the whale…er, man.*
"You freaks will not search my house because that freaky brat finally left!" Mr. Dursley shouted, his face becoming more purple then one could think to be impossible.
"Don't you dare call my Godson a freak!" Remus Lupin snarled, his eyes taking a golden hue.
"I don't know where that boy went. He was gone by the time we woke. Now you know, so leave!" Vernon 'compliantly' informed. He was still standing at the door when his huge son and twig-like wife arrived behind him. They paled when they saw what Vernon was yelling about, or rather yelling at.
"You don't have a choice. Now stand aside or I will remove you." The werewolf calmly ordered even though his eyes had yet to return to their natural color.
"Remus..." Tonks mumbled as she stood behind the angry werewolf. She knew of course that he was anything but calm. "Don't do anything rash..."
"They hurt my Cub and now he's missing!" Moony cried out, looking like he couldn't decide whether to be infuriated or utterly distraught.
"Let's just go in already!" Moody snapped as he pushed the Dursleys out of the way and walked into the house. The others followed, Remus growling, Tonks worried, and Albus smiling like nothing was wrong.
They arrived at the top of the stairs and proceeded towards the door with a great amount of locks upon it. Looking further one could see that there was a cat flap as well. Remus was furious at the conditions in which his godson had lived in, but he could do nothing; he was collared and leashed by a manipulative old man.
Remus only wished that Harry had seen through the man's manipulations and had broken free. He could relax more in his confines if he knew his godson was safe and out of reach. If only he knew if Harry was safe, it terrified him at the idea of Harry be captured by Death Eaters.
"Hmm?" Albus hummed in curiosity, looking at the Savior's room.
"All his stuff's still here." Moody muttered aggravated at the prospect that the Boy-who-Lived was indeed captured.
"Where's his broom?" Tonks asked as she looked around the room. "That's not here."
After a thorough search, the Aurors had found that all Harry's belongings were still in his room except for his broom, invisibility cloak, and photo album. Remus of course noticed the lack of a certain map as well. Dumbledore had lost the sparkle in his eyes and his smile from his face.
"What could this mean Headmaster?" Tonks asked hesitantly. The fact that Harry's belongings were still in the room screamed capture, but the lack of the broom and invisibility cloak pointed to either escape of leaving on his own accord. The photo album led them to think that it was the latter - but why then would his other belongs still be here.
"Perhaps Minerva and Severus will have had better luck." Albus stated still lacking the sparkle, though his eyes did seem more narrow.
~ Night, the next day ~
"Ahhh..." Harry uttered in bliss, sinking into the very large tub that was in his very large master bathroom. Feeling the tension slip from his back and shoulders, Harry finally allowed himself to relax. It had been a rather hectic and busy day.
He had first started by going shopping for furniture to decorate his new home. The day before had been spent looking at the property and filling out a massive amount of paper work for it; only to deal with getting a hotel to stay in for the night. At least being a wizard he hadn't needed to be carrying around a ridiculous amount of bags with him from his previous shopping trip.
The second thing he had done, after furniture shopping - where he bribed the store to ship everything within the day - was Diagon Alley shopping. He had gone to multiple stores in order to buy all the supplies he needed - both in everyday items and potions - as well as a whole new wizarding wardrobe – it was a good thing he had an enormous walk-in closet.
He then went book shopping. When he had walked in, Harry was of course was stared at - even with hiding his scar and fixing his eyesight he still got ogled at - and proceeded in to ask for the person in charge. He was taken to the back and led to a small room.
Harry had demanded to have every book they carried to be delivered to the address that the owner was handed to. He had of course used various spells to burn the paper after everything was complete and erase the memory of the address. Needless to say he shocked his companions and then proceeded to show them his oh-so-well-known scar; that got them running about.
After getting everything done in Diagon Alley, he needed to go for the darker items. Checking his robe to make sure everything was in order - he had bought this piece of clothing for specifically this purpose, its many pockets made it ideal for shopping - he calmly and arrogantly walked towards Knockturn Alley.
He wandered in and out many supply shops and apothecaries, getting the Dark supplies he needed and did have some fun with the necessary threatening. Once he had finished, Harry strolled around the alley's many Dark bookshops.
Everything was fine, or as fine as Knockturn Alley could be, and brought a great deal of dark books - almost buying the store clean in some cases. However, the last book store he had stopped at happened to amuse him. Of course it would have never had happened if he hadn't put a glamour on his eyes - they were well-known after all - but Harry had let himself cackle afterwards.
When he had walked in and came upon the counter, he had just about to demand to have all the store's books he hadn't acquired yet. However, he never got the chance since a snake had come from the back, hissing words, that would make any school boy or girl bright red, as it slithered onto the counter. He had looked at the snake with an arched eyebrow and in his curiosity hissed back, questioning what was wrong.
The owner saw and heard this exchange with shock. He had then turned to glare at the owner, daring the man to say anything. Then the most humorous thing happened. The owner gasped and prostrated himself on the floor begging forgiveness and had called him 'my lord.'*
Harry of course was never one to let something like this go, though the Harry that came from the future decided to use the scene before him to his advantage. He had demanded the owner to rise and bring him what he wanted, the man scampered off into the back, only to appear later with two large boxes.
He smirked when he saw what was in them: extremely dark books, even some in Parseltongue. He told the owner that he was leaving, threatened a bit - he was after all pretending to be the Dark Lord - shrunk the boxes and left. Overall the whole affair amused him to no end. He would love to see Tom's reaction when he went to retrieve the books.
When he had gotten back, all his furniture and ordered items had arrived. Enacting a barrier for protection until he had set up his wards, modified the Floo, and place anti-apparition and anti-portkey charms up. After using a large amount of magic, everything was properly arranged. He had finally had time to settle in a relaxing bath before retiring to bed.
It had been a quite the day.
AN: Just to make some things clear and give tidbits of information…
Don't assume that Harry will become a Dark Lord; Snape just might have misinterpreted the prophecy – if it was even relayed back to him accurately. :P
Awww…poor Tom. ^^; I'm going to be so mean to him…hehe…
Yes Nagini gets away with calling the Dark Lord 'Tom' : ) Also, she's a snake; what could she have possibly done to help him…Holding down a convulsing person can be dangerous.
Nagini raised him; she was the mother that he never had. Tom might be a sadistic bastard but he wouldn't hurt his 'mummy' - which will hopefully be coming up ::chuckles evilly::
Okay. So …
McGonagall and Snape happen to a have a respect for each other that basically makes them friends…though they would deny to the day they died. (The mere concept of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor being friends is preposterous! ::rolls eyes:: )
Making the person who deals with your money mad is never a wise idea. In any culture …or species.
Yes, Remus took on the roll of Godfather to Harry with Harry's consent after Sirius died. ^_^ He needs someone to be a parent.
If you need clarification – the owner thought that Voldemort had a glamour on and that's why he mistook Harry, since Harry didn't have his trade-mark green eyes or scar. He also went through his Inheritance, thus looking a tad different anyways.
AN#2: I know that the times might be a little confusing. If they are, just tell me and I'll give an update explaining them.
AN #3: This is my current random side note to all that care (not that I'm expecting anyone to ^^;) ….. writing fanfiction while you've rigged your controller to gain levels for you (because you've played the same game over four times and have yet to achieve 100% completion) is a great way to multitask!
AN#4: GAHHH, so very, very busy!!!! Uh…I don't know if there will be a set amount of time from one chapter to another…I do have more time on weekends, there might be more than one update a week…hopefully in a couple of weeks everything will settle down… ^_^;;
Reviewers!
InzanityRulz – I hope this was interesting as well.
itachisgurl93 – Yeah…I want that house too… T_T
XxsneakydevxX – Rants are always amusing to me…I think I should become a therapist or something…Hopefully this won't be a filler chapter…I DID show what's been going on…_;; Anyways, thanks for the email. Hopefully you won't find any mistakes…
yaoifangrl4ever – Harry should have been smart and cunning in the books – I mean he was almost put into Slytherin…what happened to that?!
dragonfly422 – The part about the blood in the bowl at Gringotts is going to remain a bit of mystery for now. Also…I'm not going to name the goblin since that one won't be appearing again. He was night shift. :P
Blood Lust 777 – I think I'll keep Harry making up stories every so often. It's always fun!
Kitsunechibiko – Oh…I'm going to be so mean to Tom…^^; But when they meet, his suffering will lessen…maybe.