A Warriors' Heart
Summary: Dumbledore traded Harry, twin of the chosen one, in order to clear a debt, and told his parents that Harry died. Years later, Harry is spotted but he's changed, and is no longer the controllable child he once was. Manipulative!Dumbledore Independent!Harry
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'blah' thoughts
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"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore tensed at the sound of the musical, yet powerful female voice, "I've come to collect your debt."
Still clutching the whimpering child, Dumbledore turned around and came face to face angelic yet serious looking young woman, sitting on top of the twin's chest of drawers.
The woman sitting in front of Dumbledore wore form fitting leather pants, a dark green tank top and steel-capped boots. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and around her neck was a emerald amulet.
"Ah," Dumbledore smiled, "Volo, good to see you again. What has it been? Ten, twenty years, since I last saw you? You look like you haven't aged a day. Though, you were wearing something a bit more traditional last time."
Volo growled, jumped down from the drawers and walked closer to Dumbledore, "Cut the crap, Old man. I'm here for your debt."
Dumbledore's smile wavered, "I told your last messenger, you'll get your money."
"And the council told you, we don't need stolen money," Volo countered, anger rising in her voice, "Or any money, in fact. You agreed on the terms of our deal; if we supplied you with warriors to help you win your battle against Grindelwald, you would give us a warrior who was of equal power to those that we lost in that war. The council sent me to collect the prophecy child of the light."
Dumbledore's gaze darkened at the mention of the prophecy, "How do you know of the prophecy? Or the child it mentions?"
Volo smirked, "Your not the only one with connections throughout the Magical World."
Dumbledore's mind was whirling. How did the council know of the prophecy. Or the child that was involved. He couldn't just hand over the prophecy child, he, Albus Dumbledore, needed to be the one that had control of the child's up bringing. And he wasn't about to let Volo's council anywhere near Chris.
Slowly a plan began to form inside the aging headmaster's mind.
'The council doesn't know which twin is the prophecy child. Obviously Chris is the Chosen One, he's louder, and bigger then Harry. And at the moment he's surrounded by light magic. . . . I'll give them Harry. No one will notice.'
Volo grew annoyed with Dumbledore's stalling, but her past training kept her from scowling in utter annoyance. Instead she asked with a calm voice, "Hand over the child, Dumbledore and you'll never hear from a messenger from the council again. Until the time comes for his education, then, we'll bring him back."
Dumbledore calmed his facial features, and said in a grandfatherly tone, "Let me put his brother down and I'll get him for you."
'This is too easy,' Volo thought in amusement, as she watched the old man place the bigger toddler back in the cot.
Dumbledore picked up the quiet toddler, he's bright green eyes shining with curiosity.
'I am sorry Harry,' Dumbledore thought, 'But the world needs your brother, you'll just get in the way.'
Harry blinked, but didn't cry as the headmaster handed him over to Volo.
"Here he is. Harry Potter, child of light," Dumbledore gave a tired smile at the toddler, 'He's going to die from their training.'
"Thanks," Volo smirked, before turning to the child in her arms, "Let's go Harry. I'm going to take you to your new home." Volo looked back at Dumbledore, "Take the other child and leave this room, I'll get some of Harry's things and leave."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, "I'll tell his parents what has happened." With that said he picked up Chris, an aura of sadness surrounding him, as he left the room.
Once Dumbledore left, Volo sneered at the closed door, "Did you get him?" she asked the empty room.
"Oh yeah," Answered a seductive voice on Volo's right.
"Good job, Mist."
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- Before -
Mist and Volo stood outside the Potter's house, waiting for their cue to go in, knowing they couldn't do anything to interfere. They waited and watched as Voldemort and the traitor blasted open the door and stalked inside. They waited, while they heard the sounds of a duel going on. They waited when they both saw the well known flash of green light. And waited until they saw it a second time. Finally they waited until Dumbledore showed up and hurry inside.
"It's time," Volo muttered, "Do your thing, Mist and meet me the the twin's room."
"Sure, thing."
Mist smirked as she watched her friend and partner disappear from her side and into the shadows.
"Volo can't stall Dumbledore for long, I have to be quick," Mist muttered to herself. With that said, Mist gracefully walked into the house.
Upon entering, she stopped and glanced around the room. There were black mark all over the walls, pictures had fallen in the ground and a table had been over turned. Finally her eyes landed on a fallen body. She smiled as she walked closer to it.
Tilting her head to the side, Mist sighed, "Why do the cute ones die young?"
Watching the body, Mist eyes glowed gold and a similar glow outlined the body of Sirius. She smiled, and watched as Sirius's spirit left his body and stand up, in the middle of his corpse. Sirius looked around the room in confusion. Then his eyes landed on his body, causing him to frown. Looking up again, Sirius focused on Mist.
"Who? What in the--"
"Shh. It's all right, Sirius Black," Mist coaxed, "You don't have to be suspicious . You're one of the chosen few."
"Wait. What?"
"Don't worry. I promise you'll understand soon enough," Mist smiled at the confusion on the ghost's face.
'I love my job.'
Quickly, Mist removed the vial, that was tied to her belt and uncapped the lid. Sirius blinked at the object, before turning into a haze of smoke, and entering the bottle. Mist smiled and capped the container. Finished with her job, Mist put her hand to the amulet that was around her neck. A vortex opened on her right, and she stepped through it.
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Upon entering the twin's room she heard Volo ask, "Did you get him?"
"Oh yeah," Mist answered in a seductive voice.
"Good job, Mist."
"I know."
"Get the other," Volo ordered lightly.
"Yes, ma'am," Mist mocked.
Volo's face scrunched up in disgust, "Don't call me that . It makes me feel old."
"Yes, sir?" Mist questioned.
"Just do your job," Volo frowned and handed Mist her empty vial.
"Fine," Mist pouted, taking the vial and uncapping it.
Striding towards the fallen werewolf, Mist's eyes emitted their golden glow again and Remus's body responded, starting to glow it's self. Both women watched as the spirit of the fallen werewolf rose from his body, and then stand up.
Looking down at his body, he sighed, "Well, damn. This can't be good."
"Your right," Remus twirled around to face Mist and Volo, "But, you're a brave fighter, and I'll take care of you. So don't worry."
"I know what you--," before Remus could finish, he turned into a cloud of smoke and entered the vial.
"Let's go home," Volo insisted, "The council will want to know Dumbledore tried to cheat us out of our deal and the Queen will want to meet the real child of light."
"Okay, it's cold here anyway," Mist shrugged, before grabbing ahold of her amulet. The blue vortex opened and both women stepped through, taking Harry Potter with them, away from the wizarding world.
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"Welcome to your new home, Harry Potter," Mist exclaimed proudly to the baby, as the trio stepped out of the vortex and into a what looked like a beautiful rainforest, "Welcome to Valhalla."
TBC . . .
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