A/N- Hullo! Even though that I only just posted a new chapter about a week ago, this is the second one! I do have school, and they don't exactly give out free time as the homework. Hope you enjoy! :D
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DURMSTRANG INSTITUTE
Headmaster: Igor Karkaroff
Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you have been accepted into Durmstrang Institute. Shall you choose to accept and attend Durmstrang, please reply before July 27th in order to obtain the list of required clothing, equipment, and books for the school year.
Headmaster,
Igor Karkaroff
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Well, Bat-man doesn't seem to be happy...oh...of course... I read about this in Aunt Petunia's books behind her drawers. It said something about Durmstrang being one of the dark schools, where the teachers taught mostly 'dark arts'... Judging from the name, and Bat-man's reaction to it, it's not a good thing.
"Mr. Potter..." Bat-man started off, but then Aunt Petunia started screaming that awful screech of hers, and charged towards Bat-man like a raging bull. But Bat-man just flicked his wooden rod at her, and she stopped like she turned to stone, then dropped as Duddykins started screaming Aunt Petunia's name.
That snapped me out of the trance."That was bloody brilliant! Are you a wizard? Because Aunt Petunia says that only freaks are able to do it, but I read a lot of books from the library that has stories with magic in them. They were all wonderful! Except for that one book that's about that sparkling vampire, and the girl who doesn't seem to be doing anything other than sitting around. But they all included wizards and witches, being able to perform strenuous and simply magical things just by using their wands! Though it seems kind of useless, doesn't it? To be using a wooden hollow sticks with the preserved or liquefied parts of previously living creatures. Isn't that nasty? To be using parts of corpses to perform your magic, why don't you just use your hand? Won't that allow you more concentration and power? Since your hand already consists of your blood, which carries magic in it, so why not? Also, can I see your wand? It looks simply awesome! Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon said that if I were to say anything about any kind of freakishness, I would be confined to the cupboard for at least a week! Though I can't ever get sick or get hurt, but everyone at school-" I stopped mid-sentence. Why the bloody hell am I revealing everything to this man who just transformed from an raven?
I scowled at the man. But before I could say anything, he interrupted me sternly. "Mr. Potter. Now that you have ceased yourself from talking, just be informed that your relatives are temporarily stupefied, but for this while, I'll explain what your letter meant, and find out why Durmstrang Institute decided the Golden Boy a letter of acceptance to a dark arts school." He sneered at the school's name. "Of course, the Boy-Who-Lived has to receive a letter from a hated headmaster." Still ignoring the insistence whines and threats of Duddykins.
"Mr. Potter. Tell your-" he eyed Dudley at this. "-imprudent cousin to cease his whining and unsuccessful threats."
I shook my head. "No one's ever been able to shut Duddykins up. He just whines and complains until he gets his way. You see, that's why he's the size of a baby whale."
Bat-man's eyes lit up in amusement at this, but it disappeared as fast as it came... Yeah, I must be hallucinating.
"Then stupefying the whale isn't a matter of choice anymore." At that, he 'stupefied' him, and turned towards me. "The headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall has instructed me to explain everything to you, and take you out to shopping on the 31st of July. Now, concerning the letter. It was addressed to Harry James Potter, the Cupboard Under The Stairs. May you show me this Cupboard Under The Stairs?" he inquired.
I was hesitant, of course. He was the first one to ever stand up for me, and did take out the Dursley's all at once. I glanced around the room, surprised at Bat-man's work. Uncle, Aunt, and Duddy were lying on the floor, eyes open, fear still present in their eyes. Well, it's not like it's that important to me or anything, it's just a bunch of stuff piled together to be usable, in a cupboard under the stairs. I sighed silently (I seemed to be doing that very often these days), then nodded, my choice made up. Slowly and stiffly, I led Bat-man towards one of the only sanctuaries in my life, and opened the door. As he peered inside, I could feel the anger coming off of him in waves. Thinking about the possibilities of as to why he would feel anger, I was lost in lala land.
"And just how long have you been inhabiting this small area of space?"
"Huh?" was my intelligent answer.
"Mr. Potter. When I ask a question, you are to answer in a full sentence, not an incomprehensive word that muggles have made. Now answer my question. How long have you been living in this space?"
"Uh, ever since I could remember," I said. "Er, sir," I added as an afterthought. I just felt like I had to call him that. Besides, it showed respect towards the one it was directed to. After I answered, I expected a calm nod, not eyes of anger.
He nodded, and gestured for me to follow him and stalked off into the living room where my relatives were still petrified on the ground. Bat-man renewed the spells, then walked off into the garden, fully expecting me to follow.
Severus POV
This is the child of Lily. Not James, but Lily. I thought fondly, remembering the red hair and green eyes, laughing brightly as though it was yesterday. I scoffed. As if it was just yesterday. If only I didn't call her a mudblood, perhaps I wouldn't be in this position...
When I glided down to the tree beside the household in one of my three animagus forms (I'll get to that later), I expected a boy who was spoiled alongside his relatives and gloating about his upcoming birthday. Instead, I came upon a scrawny black haired child, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding his hand as he served the breakfast (which could serve a small army) in front of a baby whale, a human-sized pig, and a human-horse. Only to stand to the side, holding his clearly burnt hand to his chest as he coldly watched the animals devour the food within minutes.
After observing, I flew inside the window, nearly got hit,, and while making a split-decision, landed on the scrawny child. While hoping that this was Harry Potter, I stayed there, reveling in the shock and anger my presence gave them. Stretching my leg out, making the letter on my leg clear, and remained calm as the boy started to open the letter. Yet, out of my eye, I realized the pig started getting up, face red as the Weasleys' hair. But I just waited, since Minerva called these muggles—"The worst type of muggles!". I was only to revealed myself if and when Potter or I were in danger, no matter what kind, when Potter or I were threatened, or whenever something went wrong.
"BOY! THAT'S FREAKISHNESS! OWLS FOR MESSENGERS! IT HAS FREAKISHNESS ON IT—"
Yes, freakishness, freakishness, is that all you know?
"—AFTER ALL WE DID FOR YOU, AND YOU REPAY US LIKE THIS! BY ALLOWING AND HOLDING FREAKISHNESS—"
And there it goes on with the freakishness...
"—INTO OUR NORMAL HOUSE! YOU'RE USELESS TO THE WORLD, ONLY GOOD FOR SERVING AND CLEANING LIKE THE REST OF YOUR KIND—"
I inwardly scoffed. Like the rest of your kind? What are we now, animals? Because the only animals I see here are you. Baby whale, pig, and a horse. A perfect farm!
"—YOU ALL ARE THE DEVIL'S SERVANTS, AND YOUR END IS CLOSE!"
Since when were you a seer? At least Sybil knows what she's doing with divination, even if she predicts my death every time she happens to 'bump' into me.
"—YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!IF I'VE KNOWN YOU WOULD BRING MISFORTUNE UPON OUR HOUSE AND FAMILY—"
Yes, a pig and a horse produces a baby whale. That's a family, you know, it's the modern times. Even though the pig is testing the maximum level of fat there could be on itself and its offspring.
"—I WOULD'VE LEFT YOU THERE TO DIE ON THAT DOORSTEP OR KILLED YOU MYSELF YEARS AGO!"
That did it. I changed back to my real self, and cast Petrificus Totalus on the pig. And just leaving Tuney there gaping. "Hello...Tuney..." I turned towards the boy and started to sneer before I realized that the boy was more Lily than that coward. Bright emerald eyes with dark red that it was almost black hair. "And Mr Potter." I greeted automatically before gesturing the boy to read the letter.
"Well, read it, boy. You don't need an invitation do you?" I said, still shocked from the child's appearance and similarity to Lily. Especially the eyes...
Harry's POV
As I followed the man out to the garden, I couldn't help but study the man. I could tell that he had a rough life, judging from the worry and stress lines on his forehead, his wariness of his surroundings, his rigid body posture, and the seemingly permanent scowl on his face.
I just wandered off in lala land when I crashed into Bat-man's back, being able to steady myself before realizing that there were magic around us, in a dome sort of shape. Noticing my underlying curiosity, Bat-man explained.
"That magic is the silencio spell, which ensures that the only ones able to hear what we're speaking about are the ones who're inside this dome. But to the passing muggles, only our mouths will be moving."
He looked at me with curiosity in his eyes, though it felt as if my soul was out and in front of him to study. I fidgeted, before remembering why we were here. Clearing my throat, "Um, sir, why are we out here?"
Glaring at me slightly, he replied nonetheless. "I am here to explain the concepts of the Magical World. But after observing how you've been surviving," he drawled out that word, disgusted. "for these 9 years, it seems like it'll be a while before I leave."
Taking out his wooden rod, he pointed it towards me. "Do not worry about this. I'll be casting a diagnostic spell to see the exact description of all the injuries you've gained from the abuse and neglection of the Dursley's." Just as he started the incantation, Asdref shot out of the grass, mouth wide open.
[DO NOT HURT HARRY! YOU WIZARDS ONLY CARE ABOUT YOUR OWN SKIN, DON'T POINT YOUR WAND AT HIM! YOU'LL ONLY HURT HIM!] Asdref hissed furiously at bat-man, his eyes glinting wildly.
[No, Asdref! Don't hurt him! He's here to rescue me from my horrible relatives! And he's using his magic to see how many injuries I've obtained from my relatives.] I hissed back at him, worried about Bat-man.
Cocking his head, Asdref narrowed his eyes. [Are you sure, Speaker? He smells dark, especially his arm.] Still wary of the stranger.
I nodded, not noticing Bat-man wincing every time I started speaking. [I know, this looks bad. But he knows magic and will help me with mine!] I replied excitedly, for once not worried about my relatives finding out.
Eyeing Bat-man suspiciously, though he'll never admit it, he's grown close to me and has gotten used to my continuous (but quiet) blabbering about anything that comes to mind. [Fine. But I'll be watching him.] Getting the final word, he slithered where Harry was standing and set himself on Harry's shoe, eyeing the man as if studying him.
Though, if Bat-man was nervous, he didn't show it. Instead, he just raised an eyebrow. "Are we ready to start, or do you have other pets?"
Blushing, I nodded. I took a deep breath and replied. "Yes sir."
He looked at me emotionlessly before raising his wooden rod, and casted the spell. I waited for a few moments while he snatched a parchment that appeared beside my head. Though he had perfect composure, I saw anger and disbelief in his eyes as he scanned the paper. Unable to hold it in much longer, I asked. "What is it, sir?"
Bat-man raised his head, eyes clearly unfocused, but managed to hiss out his response. "Who and what are you hiding?" What's he talking about? I thought, confused. Snapping his eyes open, suddenly alert, he lunged at my head, though it seemed to all happen in slow motion as I watch Asdref strike at Bat-man from the ground, appearing in the air while lunging at his crooked nose.
Panicking, I forcibly separated the two, keeping Asdref to my torso with one arm while helping Bat-man up. Though he just rejected my hand and stood by himself.
Suddenly, it seemed like someone was shoving knives inside my head, slowly and twisting them as it went in. I silently screeched, used to the pain, but not the area it was in. But after a slow, yet gruesome moment, I arose, not realizing what I was doing. Dazed, I stood there, still not realizing what was happening to me, only feeling peace and pleasure throughout my body.
3rd Person POV
As a wisp of smoke drew itself out of Harry's mouth, it expanded and took the form of a phoenix. It opened its mouth, but there wasn't a song, but words itself. "Hello…" Said a feminine voice, but peaceful at the same time. "I am Magic, and this child's destiny will be a painful road, full of twists, turns, bumps, and a plentiful amount of betrayals. Trust the ones you feel to trust. He is a powerful child, to become a prodigy within the years of his inheritance. He has the choice to burn the world to the ground or raise it to the highest of heavens. It is his choice, and any who harms him will face a painful consequence. To be surrounded by such darkness, yet remains pure and bright is almost an impossible feat. He gained my gift. And now, I shall give it to him."
By the time 'Magic' had finished, Severus and Asdref were gobsmacked. Narrowing his eyes, Severus pulled out his wand, not threateningly, but enough to be able to defend himself if in danger. "How do we know that you're speaking the truth?" The phoenix's gaze seemed to gaze into his soul (which was exactly what she was doing), and saw a past of mistakes, abuse, and betrayals. "I'm speaking only the truth. Yet, I swear on my magic, or myself that I am speaking only the truth, that I am Magic herself, that Severus Tobias Snape, Harry James Potter and Asdref are not in any sort of danger with me, and that I have no intention to harm them, only to help them. So mote it be."
After a moment, the phoenix formed into a woman's body, all details seemed to be blurred, but raised her hand and casted a variety, a zoo of patronuses. "With my magic." Turning her body towards the dazed Harry, she placed her hands on both sides of his cheeks, and pulsed with power.
But afterwards, a bright explosion and the feeling of raw magic in the air were all that Severus and Asdref knew.
A/N-Yes, I know this is a little bit cliche, but I felt like the cliche parts had to been get over with. So yeah... :D Cya soon (hopefully) I guess!