AN from SonofLuffy: Written by J. R. Tancredo.

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Chapter Five: The Boy Who Lived

Snape sipped his tea and bit into a biscuit, before starting the story.

"Now, about thirty years ago, there was a man named Tom Riddle, who eventually changed his name to Lord Voldemort. Please do not ask why, I know it sounds silly. Well, he started to abduct people in the name of a brighter tomorrow. Some of these people joined him, others…well they were never seen again. Riddle and his followers, "the death eaters" hated the "mudbloods" or people with non magical parents, believing themselves superior, to the point of eventually, about fifteen years ago, deciding they needed to purge the world of mudbloods, muggles, and blood-traitors, alike." Harry had a quizzical look on his face, and seeing, this, Snape, went back, "Muggles are people who cannot use magic. Squibs are muggles born to witches and wizards. And blood-traitors are any witches or wizards who did not believe in genocide.

"Now Voldemort, or 'you know who' or 'he who must not be named' was very charismatic, and drew many witches and wizards to his cause, whether they actually believed it, or feared for themselves and their family. By the end of the war, he looked like he was about to succeed. He was finishing off the last of his enemies, and no one lived once he decided to kill them. Except one: except you. Someone told him that you would one day defeat him, so he attacked your house, and murdered your parents." Snape's usual stoic demeanor appeared as if it were about to fall apart, when he regained composure and continued, "But when he went to attack you as well… No one is altogether sure how, but the curse bounced off of you, leaving only a scratch on your forehead, and turning him to dust. Now make no mistake, he may still return. A wizard that powerful should never be counted out. That is why you are the boy who lived."

At this, a white, snowy owl flew through the window, landed on Harry's plate, and stared into his very soul. Harry was aghast by this, but Snape, unflinching, removed the scroll from the bird's leg.

"Harry, this is how we send mail. Owls are very smart, you simply tie a scroll to its leg, whisper the address, or simply 'return address' and it does all the work. And they work for peanuts! And Rats." Snape opened the scroll, and handed it to Harry.

"Dear Mr. Potter

I apologize for not being able to make it in person to see you off.

I was accosted by he who we shall not name outside bankrotts ging.

Attached, you will find your train for the ticket.

Attached to the letter you will also find an owl. Her name is (characters in a foreign language).

Professor Snape and I wished to present her to you, for your daybirth.

Sinisterly, Professor Jin"

Snape laughed as Harry grew puzzled, "The good professor has yet to learn all the nuances of our language. I was surprised the whole note was not in 14 separate languages."

Harry began to sweat though when he re-read the second line. "Did he say he was fighting Voldemort?"

Snape stifled a laugh, and shook his head, "Ha, no, no. Again, he's struggling with the language, that's how he refers to Rubeus Hagrid, the simple man you met outside the bank. Mr. Hagrid was likely talking his ear off for an hour, and Professor Jin is too polite to say stop. If there was any wizard I would wager that Voldemort would avoid, it would be Jin. He and Alistair Moody were the ones to cut off Voldemort's nose, though they were both nearly killed countless times at that meeting."

Harry was amazed by this story, but before he could inquire further, Snape produced his time piece, and said "That is not particularly good. Looks like we'll need to rush."

Harry nodded, Snape paid the tab and they exited.

-end-of-chapter-

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