[DISCLAIMER: And by the way, my name is not Joanne Rowling, so unfortunately Harry Potter does NOT belong to me, though it really is such a shame...
A/N: And here we go again =) This one is mostly the letter from Lily to Harry, a rather lengthy one...
For the Poll 2 - so far the results are:
Harry / Voldemort - 26;
Harry / Severus Snape - 4;
Harry / Lucius - 2;
Harry / Tonks - 2;
Harry / Remus - 1;
other option - 1 (a Harry / Blaize was suggested)]
(~ss~ - means something is spoken in Parseltongue;
"blah" - speach;
'ergh' - thoughts;
"ano" - spells;
{book} - letters, howlers, books and the like =)
Chapter Six:
Life Changing Revelations.
The young wizard licked his lips nervously as he watched the trunk open. This was his first time receiving it, though he had no idea why.
'I wonder what happened to prevent me from receiving this? And just what will I find inside?' - thought Harry - 'Well, let's hope that this is not another way that Fate decided to screw me over...'
Finally the trunk was opened and restored to its' proper size. Harry cautiously peered inside. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. On the inside the trunk was much larger than it seemed from the outside. Looking more closely, Harry found a compartment with different documents, some letters and a bunch of diaries. Next to it was what looked like a library ledger with a note pinned to it. Harry shuffled a bit, making himself more comfortable, since he figured it would take a lot of time to look through everything.
'Then again, at this point time is one of the things I have a lot of.' - the boy paused for a second and with a shake of head reached for the letter that was placed on top of the stack of documents - 'Might as well start with this, maybe it will tell me who this is from...'
Potter broke the unknown yet oddly familiar seal and opened the letter. What he found inside was absolutely mind boggling.
{To Hadrian Ain James, Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Lovegood, Heir of the Most Ancient House of Imris.
Dear Harry,
if you are reading this letter, than my premonitions were correct and we are dead. First of all, dear, let me assure you, that while it's true that we died protecting you from Lord Voldemort, it's absolutely NOT your fault. There are a lot of things your father and I need to tell you about in this letter, so I ask you to be patient. Most necessary thing will be explained here, others you can find in the Potter library, or even at 'Flourish & Blotts' in Diagon Alley.
The letter was charmed to be delivered several days before your 11th birthday to 4, Privet Drive, so if you are reading this, than our will was not properly executed, because there was a statement there about my dear sister Petunia.
You found the letter in the 'legal documents' compartment of the trunk. Aside from the letter itself you can find the Wills of your father and myself, several of my diaries that I kept from the day I learned about magic and several books on the Traditions and Laws of the Wizarding World you will have to know and understand as a scion (heir) of several Noble & Ancient Houses (families). As far as I know, you're the heir apparent to 4 such Houses - the Potters (your father's family), the Blacks (you godfather's family - he named you his heir since he had no children of his own), the Lovegoods (my mother's family, you are an Heir, though the Lordship when to my cousin, Xenofilius, so you're unlikely to gain it) & the House of Emrys (that's Merlin's family, though you're most likely the only member).
In a few days you'll receive your Hogwarts invitation letter. Once you have it, you will have to go to Diagon Alley. The trunk has a compartment with around a 10000 galleons in it for emergency cases, so even if there is no one to take you to the Alley, you will be able to catch the Knight Bus...}
Harry put the letter down and took a few deep breath, trying very hard to reign in his magic. Everything that his mother was writing to him about was completely new to him and considering that it was his second time living his life, that was saying something. Thankfully he did know quite a bit about traditions and laws, but this was something that would have changed so much if he received it back when he was an ignorant little cretin, as Snape liked to call him.
'Merlin, my life really is fucked up, even my name isn't really my name... No matter, I have my second chance and I will make the best of it. And when I find out who thwarted the execution of my parents' Wills, I swear I'll make them pay...' - he thought vindictively. After taking several minutes to commit the newly revealed facts to memory, Harry resumed reading, knowing that there were still surprises to be discovered.
{...To do so, you will have to stand on the pavement and wave your wand hand like you would do to hail a taxi. Make sure to take some galleons out of the trunk beforehand, because making people wait while you search your trunk for money really is very bad behavior. You give you destination as the 'Leaky Cauldron', which is a pub in Muggle London that also houses the entry way to the Alley.
Once at the Alley your first stop should be Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. If you go alone, you should approach any goblin that is available and request a blood test. This will give the full information about your Inheritance. The goblins will then instruct you on what needs to be done, therefore I will omit this.
The next important point is the reason that we are unable to be with you, the reason that drove Lord Voldemort to hunt us down. You see, beloved child, there is a Prophecy about the two of you. It was given to Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and also person who witnessed our Wills. While the Prophecy was being made, a Death Eater (follower of the Dark Lord) overheard a part of it and immediately made his master aware of it. It is this fact that makes me most uneasy - Professor Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard and thus I find it very hard to believe that he didn't notice the spy's presence. The text of the Prophecy (according to Dumledore) is like this:
'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 power the Dark Lord knows not . and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies .'
Several weeks after Dumbledore's visit I secretly made a trip to the Hall of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. I was able to make a copy of the prophecy meant for you and Lord Voldemort, though I am unable to listen to it myself since it is not meant for me. The Prophecy is the silver orb that is near the Wills, you'll find it easily. Make sure you listen to it and consider whatever it says very carefully.
Now, the next part of what you need to know is this - if Dumbledore placed you at the Dursleys, than he did so because of the blood wards. If that is the case, than know that you can leave at any time, since you and Petunia are not in fact blood related. To the knowledge of the general public I was a muggleborn, or they also call them, a mudblood. That is not the case, since I was in fact adopted. My parents were Jocelyn Evans nee Black nee Lovegood and Ain Alphard Black. My father was killed by an Auror's stray spell during an attack at King's Cross when I was 9. A year later my mother married a widower by the name of Edward Evans, who was Petunia's father. My name was changed to Evans and when it was time to go to Hogwarts, I went as an Evans and it was assumed that I was muggleborn. Use this knowledge any way you like, son.
In the compartment in the right corner, you will find all the family albums, both mine and James' and those that were put together after our marriage. I hope they will show you a bit of us so that you know what we were like. You will also find a few of James' robes with a preservation and self-resizing charms on them for your trip to Diagon Alley, so that you will fit in with the crowd.
I love you, my son,
Your mother,
Lily Potter nee Evans-Lovegood }
With a defeated sigh the green eyed wizard dropped the letter from his trembling hands and bit his lip in a futile effort to hold back the tears. It was strange, he thought, because if he remembered correctly, he stopped crying after his sixth year, and yet here he was bawling like a little kid. Though in reality he was once again a child, he did not feel like one. He just found out that his entire life was possibly a lie. If he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that was happy for a chance to not have Voldemort chasing after him like a rabid dog. It was that small part of him that admitted that he, Harry Potter, the Savior of the wizarding world, was actually gay.
He sat numbly for a long time, silence soothing his nerves. Yet his mind was working furiously. The prophecy orb was now lying in front of him for over an hour and he found himself hesitating.
'Merlin's balls, this is stupid. Potter, get a grip.' - he thought angrily, glaring at the slightly glowing orb - 'This is the chance for your normal life, where the fuck did you leave your Gryffindor courage?'
Some mental scolding helped and gritting his teeth, Harry picked up the orb and activated it, gulping as Sibilla Trelawney's eerie voice filled the small space of the cupboard under the stairs.
[A/N: Well, that's it for today. Finished with a cliffie, because I have no idea how to write a Prophecy, so if someone is willing to help me with it, I'd really appreciate it. PM me with any idea you may have and I'll share my idea about the contents =) because if I try to write it myself, I'll probably fail epically...
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