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Chapter 9: The prophecy and a Window to the past.
"Professor Dumbledore," Charles said politely once he had arrived to the familiar round office that was Albus Dumbledore's "You wanted to see me?"
Dumbledore looked at him, more weary and tired that Charles had ever seen him.
"I did," Dumbledore nodded, gesturing the teen to come inside. "I am afraid I have something to tell you. Something I should have told you long ago, right when you started your first year, but I didn´t."
"Sir?" Charles asked, feeling dread bloom inside his heart.
"But I was afraid you couldn´t cope with it," Dumbledore continued, ignoring his question. "The truth, Charles, is that Voldemort had a reason for going into your home that fateful Halloween night. It was you the one that he had gone to kill, not your family."
Charles was confused. What was the Headmaster talking about? He got his answer when Dumbledore took his pensieve, and murmured an incantation under his breath. A figure emerged from the silver vase. Charles gasped when he recognized her.
"Professor Trelawney?"
Dumbledore only nodded, but that was all Charles needed. Trelawney started to talk in her normal annoying voice.
"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 ... but he will have a powerful ally, the Guardian, who he must look up to... the Guardian will guide him to the right path.. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."
And there stood Charles, feeling shocked.
"That´s me?" he asked, his throat felt weird, like as he hadn´t talked in months.
"It could have been three boys," the old man admitted. "But he marked you Charles, not Neville Longbottom, or Harry Potter. You are the chosen one. The one that in his ignorance he gave the power to finish this all. Don't you see, Charles? All the mystery answer is on your head."
And he signaled to Charles´s scar.
"But," Charles continued. "What about the Guardian? Who is he?"
"Ah," Dumbledore said proudly. "That´s me."
Charles looked at him weirdly. "How can you know?"
"Oh, well," The Professor said, pleasantly, lost in thought. "Is obvious isn´t it? That´s why I had to get his brother far –"
Charles couldn't believe his ears. "What did you do to Harry?" he asked, indignant.
"Nothing, my boy, nothing," Dumbledore said, embarrassed that he had said that aloud. Now how was he supposed to get the boy´s trust?
"You were the one who made him go away, didn´t you?" Charles said, angry. "How dare you! I trusted in you! Why did you do that?"
Charles took a step towards his Professor.
"It was for the greater good, my boy," Dumbledore said tiredly. "I had to do it. I made your parents push him away –"
"You so think you are my Guardian," Charles said, taking a step towards the door. "Have you stopped to think that maybe Harry was the one meant to be in that position? You bloody old fool!"
And he left the office, leaving a very weary Professor, who now did thought it was time to play this seriously.
"What are you looking at?" He said at Fawkes, who was watching him closely.
No sleep
Today
Cant even rest when the suns down
No time
There's not enough
And nobody's watching me now
When we were children we'd play
Out in the streets just dipped in fate
When we were children we'd say
That we don't know the meaning of
Fear, fear, fear,
Fear, fear, fear
We don't know the meaning of...
When we were children we'd play
Out in the streets just dipped in fate
When we were children we'd say
That we don't know the meaning of
Fear, fear, fear,
Fear, fear, fear
We don't know the meaning of...
Wish I
didn't know the meaning of...
Nightmare gazed into the fire, the night making him more awake than asleep, as he should have been feeling. He had been waiting for his brother, since Dumbledore had Charles meeting with him.
He had been gone now for half an hour, and Nightmare was getting concerned.
Shaking his head, he put those thoughts aside, getting lost in the dancing of the flames yet once again. He had always been fond of watching the flames. When his parents used to neglect him, he would sit hours by the fire, trying to forget everything that was happening around him. And when he had really bad nightmares, he would go to the nearest fireplace from his room, and just watch the fire.
The only day he had finally not gone to the calming effect of the dancing fire, was that day he left, without saying goodbye. It was just him, old bad memories, and the need to prove to himself that he was worthy of love and affection. But mostly, he wanted to be happy again. He wanted to be loved. He needed to be loved.
Oh, Nightmare remembered very well that night. It had been on the middle of June, and as a not so naïve little boy of just five years old, he had known not to be very excited that his birthday was slowly approaching.
Young Harry Potter stood by the small window in his room. He had a very lonely expression on his face, and his emerald eyes were blank, without the usual sparkle that kids have. His little hand was pressed against the cold window.
He seemed to be watching over something. And he was, for there on the small clearing at the side of the house, was his family. James and Lily Potter seemed not to notice their elder child was watching from distance, as they continued with their happy picnic.
Harry sighed, longing to be outside with them. Maybe if he was better, if he were like Charles...Oh, how he wanted to be his brother. He didn´t know what he had. Charles had what Harry called the greatest thing in life. The real treasure, the biggest one could get in life. Not fame, or money or any material thing – no, Charles had love. The love and company Harry had wanted all his life.
But Harry didn´t hate him. After all, Charles had done nothing to get all the affection from their parents, no, just as Harry had done nothing to be pushed aside.
Harry knew he wasn´t as innocent as a five year old should be. He had seen how Charles acted. He was really spoilt, and it was getting over the limit. Arrogant, spoilt, Harry laughed bitterly, half-knowing he wouldn´t like to be like his younger brother.
"But, why?"Harry asked himself softly, removing his hand from the window. And then, furious with himself at showing such a weakness, brushed a lone tear that had fallen from his eyes. Why don´t they love me? Why did I ever do?
Nightmare shook his head once again, determined to push those thoughts aside.
It was bad enough to remember being by that small window, he decided. He really didn´t want to remember having to leave. He hadn´t told anyone what happened that day, not even Flame. He wasn´t ready for everyone to know what he had been through. No, he was supposed to be the leader, and so, he would deal with his own pain later.
He had to take care of his family first. And if that meant pushing aside his feelings, and focusing on his friends bad memories to help them get over them, then so be it.
He stood tiredly; rubbing his eyes, and took his wand. He had to find Charles. Where could he had been gone to?
Author Note.
Hey! Im back! First, I want to tell you something very important, and I know I normally dont do this, but it will be an exception.
This chapter is dedicated to the following readers:
*Polar Cenit
*Nanchih
*monkeymail
*ashu711
*funky chunky vampo monkey
Thank you all, for supporting me so much, and talking to me this past days! And thank you funky chunky vampo monkey for telling me.
Anyway, I love you all, thanks for being so great to me!
Second, this the second part of this chapter is improvised after the events of Sunday. I wanted to have a surprise to all of you for veing so good readers. And, I had to keep the first part, obviously. Its very important to the story.
Have a nice weekend, I see you on Sunday!
Lily
PS. If for something I can update the chapter on Sunday, Il post it first thing on Monday's morning!