Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Gargoyles belong to their respective owners, neither of which is me, I'm merely borrowing their characters. I am not making any money off of this story.
Author's Note: I know it's short butthis chapter ismostly just to show what some of the other characters are up to at this point in the story. The next chapter will be longer and should be posted in a day or so.
Chapter 3
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Previously on Harry Potter and Lady Titania's Gift
As the green light neared her she could only pray for her son's life and safety, then suddenly she was elsewhere, her eyes snapped open wide and she remembered.
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Manhattan
"NOOOOOOOOO! HARRY!" The being known at different times of her life as Demona and Lily Evans Potter screamed, her mind still playing the last moments of her life as Lily Potter. She looked around and was surprised to find herself on the rooftop where it had all started, so many years ago, or was it only moments. She looked down, and sure enough she was back in her original form. A noise made her look up, where she spotted a figure that immediately made her snarl with rage.
"YOU! What did you do to me! Why did you pull me back here now? Send me back, I have to save my son!"
Titania made no move to do as Demona ordered. She merely looked at her and stated, "Why would you want to go back there, to save a mere human?"
"He is my son, he is no mere human"
"It makes no difference, history has already been written and can not be changed. As for why I returned you at that moment, it was because you had finally learned your lesson. You were willing to die for a human being, even if that human was your son. Remember, your memories were suppressed and you had no way of knowing thatit was possible for you to survive that curse. How can you now turn around and destroy humanity when you would be destroying your son as well."
"You think thatyour little spell changed anything! Sure I fell in love and had a child, a human child with a human, but they are both dead now, killed by another pathetic human. Why do you think that would change anything. All it does is make me angrier and give me another reason to hate humans" Demona snarled at her, eyes glowing red.
"Ah, but is your son really dead. Remember, I merely locked away your gargoyle nature, I could not erase it. Also, your connection to the one known as Macbeth makes it so that you cannot die. You carried your son within your own body for nine months, formed a deep connection with him. Are you sure he didn't inherit anything from you that would allow him to survive? After all, that curse wouldn't have affected you, why would it affect your son who absorbed life force and magic from youwhilein the womb?"
At this Demona paused in shock and just stared at Titania. "Ha.. Harry... is alive?" she managed to ask.
"Yes. The magic he absorbed from you, gargoyle, human, and fae, was enough to allow him to survive that curse, but it is no guarantee that he would survive death a second time. Now, what would your previous plans have done to your son had they succeeded." Demona paled at these words as the consequences of her actions became clear. She would have unknowingly harmed her son, her flesh and blood. She may still dislike humans intensely, but her experience as one and her love for her son would stop her from doing anything to end them as a race. Though the time spent living and thinking as a human didn't even begin to compare to the millenium she had spent as a gargoyle, those memories were fresher and more recent inher mind,and brought her love of her son with them. 'Maybe just specific individuals who harm my family, rather than the whole race' she mused to herself. At the thought of family though she snapped her attention back to Titania.
"Where is my son! Who has been raising him? I want him back." She demanded.
"I am sorry, I too know well the pain of separation from a loved one, but I cannot answer your questions and I cannot help you to find him. You must find the answers you seek for yourself, but it is not yet time for you to find those answers. Remember, that world knew you as Lily Evans Potter, and to them you are long dead. You will encounter many obstacles in your search, so I leave you with a hint. Your son will find you. Even now he is with those loyal to him and working on discovering his past and heritage. But beware for he has enemies who will try to stop him. Do not leave this isle until you are reunited with him or you may never be. And when the time comes, your most hated enemy may well be your greatest ally in finding and helpinghim. Fare thee well." And with that Titania disappeared.
"No! Come back here and tell me where to find him, where is my son!" The night was filled with a scream of rage and sorrow, so deep and despairing that those hurrying down below on the streets paused in their movements before moving even more quickly than before. The scream tapered off,leaving only the sobs of a broken-hearted mother separated from her child. Demona sat on the roof and allowed her tears to mix with the rain for a fewlongminutes, before resolving that she would find her son and that all those who had hurt him and worked to keep them apart would pay dearly.
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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and defeater of Grindelwald, sat in his office and seethed, totally unaware that a vow had just been made that would cause him great harm.
'Blast that boy. Nothing ever goes as planned with him. Why couldn't he just stay where he was and do as he was told like a good little boy? In a few weeks, once he was in the correct mindset, I would have allowed him to leave Privet Drive and return to the Burrow. But no, the boy has to have a temper tantrum and leave the carefully selected environment that would help me tomold him into whatI and the wizarding worldneeded him to be.'
"Damn it!" Dumbledore cursed, startling several of the paintings on the wall, "I am unable to even track him as the device that would allow me to do so was one of those he destroyed in another of his tantrums. And what was that magical outburst that was recorded right before he left? It was off the charts and the magical sensors that are intact weren't able to discern what type of magic it was. Those blasted Dursleys were of no help all they would do was babble on about freaks and unnatural demons."
The headmaster of the 'greatest school of wizardry' got up and began to pace his office, continuing to rant about his problems. "I have to find that boy. At least he hasn't been spotted near Diagon Alley, the last thing I need is for him to go to Gringotts and hear that will. Damn Black for leaving a will that would cause me so many problems. If the boy learns of his inheritance I'll lose my source of funding this war, not to mention my own pockets." At this many of the portraits were looking disapprovingly down on the old wizard. "Why did the boy have to take after his mother so much? Why couldn't he be more like James Potter, now there was someone who was always willing to do what I said, who I could mold this way and that. No he had to take after Lily Evans, blasted girl was always suspicious, never listened to anything I said.
"The boy is also influencing his friends to doubt me. I had planned on using them to keep tabs on the boy but they insist on trying to disobey my orders. Blasted brats. Perhaps Severus will have a potion that will make them more compliant, I will have to check on that. At least Severus' lessons managed to open the boy's mind to Riddle. If they become so interconnected via their link, then when one dies the other will, and I will gain even more power as I become known as the one who defeated Voldemort instead of that boy. He'll be gone and of no threat to my power.
"But first I have to find the damn brat. Perhaps the other brats have a clue, I'll check on that tomorrow. Now I have to go over those reports of a gargoyle spotting. Just what I need, for those vermin to return. They've been gone from Britain for years, why would they have to return now of all times. I'll have Alastor look into it. Hopefully he can exterminate the problem before it becomes serious."
And with that "the most respected and powerful wizard in all of Britain" returned to his desk and began to work on some paperwork, unaware that his problems were only just beginning.
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And so two different people in two different parts of the world made plans centering on finding one boy. One to control him, and the other to be reunited with and protect him. Neither knowing that the other was searching, it was still a race to find him. And when those two met, the confrontation that would take place would change many things and the consequences would be felt the world over. In the meantime, Harry was safe with his friends, making plans of their own.