Chapter 4: The Markings of a Heir
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Infirmary in Marvolo Mansion 1989
The throbbing pain in his forehead was what woke up Harry. He clutched his forehead with both hands, trying to dull the pain. He touched something that felt like a healed scar, and grabbed the mirror on the nightstand to check it out. The scar was shaped with a resemblance to a lightning bolt, with a tinge of red still on the raw scar.
"I see you are awake. Take this potion." A woman dressed in nurse robes walked over to Harry and handed over a green potion, indicating that it was a strong Pain-Reducing Potion. He grabbed it with haste and downed it in one go, immediately the effects took place and his forehead scar throbbed with less pain. Harry looked up inquisitively.
"Who are you?" The woman smiled.
"I'm your personal healer, Master assigned me to you. You've been out for three days already."
"That long? What happened?" The color drained out of the woman's face and he suddenly remembered. He was hit by the Killing Curse during the duel between father and him. How did he survive? And more importantly, did father do it on purpose? He felt like the first question was more appropriate. "How did I survive the Killing Curse? That's impossible." The woman gulped nervously.
"I don't think she really knows." A voice he knew very well sounded out from the doorway of the infirmary. The woman immediately bowed down and said, "Master, he is well other than the occasional pain to his scar."
"Very good. Leave us." With that the woman scrambled away. Lord Voldemort turned back to Harry, red eyes piercing the boy. He must approach carefully as he lost trust when he used the Killing Curse. By some miracle, the boy managed to survive, but Voldemort believed in no miracles. As he was looking at the boy, he realized the boy looked extremely like him when he was young.
"Father, did you do it on purpose?" Voldemort gripped his hands tight together. He never expected such a big loss of trust. He only thought of a small loss of trust, but all the way to speculating that he did it on purpose was huge. He touched the boy's shoulder gently, something he never did before.
"No, Harry. I would never intentionally try to kill you." The boy looked at him suspiciously for a moment before sighing.
"I knew it. You would never try to kill me. Thanks for letting me know though." Voldemort let a sigh of relief mentally. He thought that the boy would scream and shout about how he was horrible and plan to run away. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Harry poked him. "Where's Draco?"
"He's fine, he is continuing his training right now." A silence followed before Harry broke the silence with a question.
"How did I survive that?" That was a question the Dark Lord was asking himself.
"I do not know, but I have my suspicions. I will let you know when I know the reasons certainly. Rest well, my boy. Advanced Potion training starts tomorrow. I'm arranging for a new teacher to come to teach you potions." The Dark Lord gave him a small pat and walked back out, thinking how the boy could have possibly survived when Nagini came.
"Massster, I bring you the newsss that Sssnape informsss you that he will be at an Order Meeting tomorrow and mussst possstpone the lesssson to avoid sssusspicion." Nagini hissed out in Parseltongue.
"Very well. But remind him that the lessssonsss are not meant to be taken lightly. He will arrive firssst thing at eight in the morning for the firssst lesssson for Harry." Voldemort replied angrily, thinking how he was going to punish Snape.
"I will inform Sssnape of your thoughts. How isss the boy recovering?" Nagini inquired Lord Voldemort.
"Better than I expected. He ssseemsss to be ssstill trusssting. I did not mean to hurt him badly, only for training purpossess." The Dark Lord let out a sigh of relief. Harry had not meant to overhear their conversation but he was glad that the Dark Lord did not really mean to kill him. He also never seen such a large snake, so he decided to ask his father.
"Father." Harry hissed out, Parseltongue coming out as naturally as English.
"Yes?" The Dark Lord hissed back without realizing Harry was speaking in Parseltongue.
"Who is that talking snake?" Harry pointed at Nagini.
"You can hear what I say?" Nagini asked immensely surprised.
"Why not? You are speaking in English." By this point, even Voldemort looked shocked. Harry wondered what he had done to make both snake and man so shocked.
"Harry. You are not speaking in English, but in Parseltongue, the language of snakes. When did you gain this ability?" Voldemort asked rapidly.
"Really? I'm talking in another language? I didn't learn it!" Harry responded happily.
"Boy, answer my question. When did you start talking to snakes?" Voldemort answered, his patience wearing thin from the events that took place in recent days.
"I conversed with a few snakes while in the forest scouting I think. They always helped me on scouting sessions." Harry tried to remember exactly when, but couldn't.
"And you didn't think that was weird or special?" Nagini cut into Voldemort and Harry's conversation.
"Um… No, I thought there were just talking snakes." Harry lowered his eyes embarrassed. Voldemort looked dumbfounded at this new discovery. The boy was more naive than he thought, this opened new possibilities to the future of the Death Legion and could explain why he wasn't killed by the Killing Curse. He strode over to the boy, took out a silver knife and cut shallowly into the boy's wrist. He collected some blood drops with a empty vial and healed the boy.
"Rest well, and if you heard our conversation, the Potions Master will arrive on the day after tomorrow." Harry was going to ask why the "Order" meeting was delaying Snape, but held back, thinking that the Dark Lord might get angry.
"Thank you father." With that Nagini and the Dark Lord went away from the Chamber.
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12 Grimmauld Place, 1989
Snape didn't tell the Dark Lord that it was in fact him that asked for the Order meeting. The moment he realized that there was in fact a heir to Voldemort, he asked Dumbledore for a meeting to inform them of the startling discovery.
He grimaced at he saw Sirius, Remus and James come down from upstairs into the meeting room.
"Hello Snape! First time you called an emergency meeting. Must be important isn't? More imaginary Death Eaters coming to Hogwarts eh?" James greeted him in the sarcastic tone he had learned to ignore over the years. He would wipe the grins off their faces when they heard his news. The rest of the Order members filed in one by one and soon they were ready to commence the meeting.
Dumbledore knocked three times on the oak table and said, "Emergency Order of the Phoenix meeting is starting. Snape will be the only one reporting today. Please give Severus your full attention." And with that Snape stood up and cleared his throat, preparing to give the grave news to the rest of the Order.
"Today, I called an emergency meeting because of a startling news that Voldemort," lots of people flinched, " had informed me himself." Snape took a deep breath.
"Just get on with it!" Sirius called out impatiently. Snape glared at him and went back to talking.
"I am here to inform you that, Lord Voldemort has in fact, found a heir and…" He trailed off as by the point he said heir, the room erupted with shocked gasps and sudden intakes of breaths. Lots of "I knew this was going to happen." and "How could it be?" were spoken, but all were silence by Dumbledore's wand tapping the table again.
"Let Severus finish his report before we begin discussing this issue." Snape looked thankfully at Dumbledore and continued.
"He is in fact highly trained in all manners of courses, and has already learned Basic and Intermediate Potions from the Dark Lord himself. The Dark Lord is very busy and had asked me to teach the boy Advanced Potion Making." The Order members were very quiet as they absorbed this information. Finally, Remus spoke up.
"How old is this heir right now?" Severus narrowed his eyes and replied.
"If my sources are right, he is nine right now." Another round of gasps started again at this new piece of information.
"So you're saying that the heir of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has learned everything that Hogwarts teaches from first to third year basically." Tonks asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, that is what I have said." Snape drawled back.
"Thank you all for coming to this meeting, and at our next meeting, we will discuss ways to find out who this boy is, as Tom never had a child as far as I know. Keep your eyes out for him. Until next time." The still shocked Order members shuffled out slowly, until only Snape and Dumbledore was left in the room. Snape turned to Dumbledore and asked.
"What should I do when I meet him Albus?" Dumbledore thought for a minute.
"Severus, teach him normally, but try to make subtle questions about his past. If he refuses, I suggest you to not push it, but slowly gain his trust. Good luck." Snape nodded and thanked Dumbledore. He walked to the Apparation Point and sighed. It is going to be a long day tomorrow, he thought before he Apparated back to his house.
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How is the first encounter between Snape and Harry going to turn out? Stay tuned!
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