Harry Potter is The White Diamond Prince

Chapter 12: Mother and Son's Walk in the Park

A/N: Good evening, Stormtroopers! Welcome to another chapter. This chapter will be kinda short, and it focus solely on two characters, while it's a calm one as well.

I apologize for delaying till Wednesday, I just wanted time to think of what I want to add and just have a bit of time to wonder the possibilities for the story.

There's going to be discussion that occurs here because obviously we all know who Dumbledore really is, we're not blind as bats to know he's a master manipulator.

Anyway, let's get started.

Credits:

Arsao Tome: Original Author and storyteller.

computerman275: Adoption.

J.K. Rowling: Creator of Harry Potter.

Stan Lee: Creator of Marvel, including X-Men.

There will be no credit for Rick Riordan for this chapter and for a majority of the chapters onward, as the PJATO characters will either have minor roles or else not appear at all. Sorry, but this is mostly between Marvel and J.K. Rowling, nothing more.

Anyway, let's get started.

August 3rd, 3:00pm, Wednesday, 1994...

Harry and Emma were now at one of the many parks New York City had to offer, as it was a very sunny day, and one of the last few days Harry would have before school would go in session.

Harry now had another pair of glasses thanks to his single vision now occurring in his eyes. They pretty much were like his old glasses, although now they helped see things far, but things that were close were bad as heck and the lenses were blue. At least the prescription could always be renewed in Boston.

He re-celebrated his birthday on August 2nd, as S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to clean things up before they could finish something the family wanted to end.

Harry was given really good gifts. He had an enchanted switchblade which could drain a death eater's stamina if they even got touch by the tip of the blade. He got all of the equipment needed for Grade 4 if he wanted to have help in his studies, and even a compass to set which destination of where he wanted to go. This was soon followed with some cargo pants, t-shirts, and a sweater and scarf. So to say the least, he was loaded with clothing and practicing for defense.

It was now a quiet day, and he was tossing pebbles that he collected into the pond while Emma sat on a nearby bench.

Harry was dressed in some red shorts with white stripes while he wore a blue t-shirt, which perfectly fit him, or else he'd have a problem. His necklace, which was unscathed, was tucked away under his shirt. Emma was dressed in her regular clothing, all white.

Emma could see something in her son that was wrong, which nobody else took a close look at since he kept it secret and told everyone he was fine. She did notice however that at a few occasions, he would mostly look down and frown a little bit.

She watched Harry toss another pebble into the water. It bounced at least 6 times before it finally went down and didn't come back up. A sigh could be heard coming out of Harry's mouth.

After a long moment of silence, Emma finally spoke. "Harry, sweetie, are you okay?"

The only response that came back was a grunt.

"Is something bothering you? I don't think everybody paid much attention since you mostly kept it to yourself."

There was a slight nod, and another grunt.

Another pebble was tossed into the water. It only went up 4 times, before it just stopped.

Although something told her to not bother him, Emma felt like she needed to know if something was bothering Harry. She slowly stood up from her bench, and gently placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Harry this moved his head up, and looked at Emma. He just shrugged.

"I feel Happiness, Anger, and Depression all mixed together."

"Why?"

"I'm Happy because I've still got family, my powers, and even my life. Any moment since I've been with the Dursleys, I always wonder if either they'll hurt me, or Voldemort will." his voice came off sad and with a dash of rage.

"I feel Angry because now I can't go to Hogwarts or even drive the car you gave me since I'm 7 years old again." Emma sighed, as she now knew she'd have to explain something to her son.

"And Depression because I feel weaker, I'm afraid I'll be disrespected, and even to the brink I'll have to deal with bloody trouble all over again."

"Harry, language!" Emma pecked.

"Sorry. I just got annoyed for a second."

Emma sighed again. She lifted Harry off his feet, before she walked back to the bench and sat down. This was now the time she would have to talk to him.

"Harry, baby, I'm afraid even if you weren't de-aged, you wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts." She let out, knowing right about now, Harry would soon ask.

"I know that, but even if I wasn't, why?" his voice was filled with confusion and sadness.

"Because, love, I don't trust Albus Dumbledore, and I feel like in order to make sure you're not some easy target, thanks to those death eaters who slipped that de-aging potion into your drink, and can put up a fight even without your diamond form, you'll need to go to Jean Grey School for Higher Learning."

Harry blinked. "Jean Grey School for Higher Learning? Isn't that the school students go to in order to examine their powers and know how they work?"

"Exactly."

"But why there? I don't belong in the muggle world, I belong at Hogwarts."

"There's not a lot of different things between the wizarding world and muggle world, Harry. We both get wars, we both have diseases, both get money, both get clothing no matter what difference they are, both are humans, both are filled with supernatural beings like goblins, and people who were mutated into having different abilities. The main difference that lies between the two worlds is magic."

"Yeah, that's true, but it also lets me be with my friends, and even be free from the Dursleys."

"Honey, you're not going back to the Dursleys regardless of what happens, I'll make sure of that."

"Yeah right, just like the time you confiscated my switchblade."

"Harry, I only took it because I didn't want you to use it whenever someone angers you or if you want revenge. I know you're still mentally a teenager, but you can still cause bad results if you're not careful."

Harry looked down again. "I-I just don't understand what this has to do with Dumbledore. He's like the grandfather I never had."

"That's the side that he allows you to see."

Harry sat up and raised a brow upon looking at his mother. "What?"

"Harry, isn't it obvious? Why do you think he's using the grandfather persona on you?"

"Because he loves me." Harry assured.

"That's not love, he's fooling you. He knows you're the only one who can defeat the dark lord, and he wants you to do whatever he tells you to do." Harry stood in disbelief.

"But..."

"Harry, who is responsible for you having an awful childhood? Who is responsible for having you to wait 14 years till you would get to see more of your family? When did he do anything for you besides talk to you in a calm voice?"

"Voldemort was responsible for killing my original mother and birth father."

"He did kill Lily and James, I won't lie, but besides that, what else has he caused onto you to suffer a terrible life? He's not even aware that you have more family than a Thanksgiving Feast."

"And where were you the entire time? You keep blaming Dumbledore for things that happened in my life, yet you never explained where you were the past 13 years of my life." Harry finally fired.

Emma looked around. "I should've thought about this, shit.", she turned to Harry. "Come on, we've got to discuss this in private."

They walked back to Emma's car, and they drove back to the apartment, which was empty since the Stepford Cuckoos were out shopping.

Emma locked the door so nobody would bother then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Sit." she told him.

Harry shrugged, before he sat down to the right of his mother.

"Harry, I'm very sorry I haven't been with you until you were almost 14. The truth is Harry...I was looking for you."

Harry was still looking at Emma in disbelief, although he was still listening.

"You see, Harry, shortly before Lily and James passed away, they gained the knowledge that Peter was one of Voldemort's death eaters, as well as saw through Dumbledore's seal idea that wasn't going to work, and because of their fear for you, made the will, which was given to Gringotts upon completion. I promised upon Lily that I would look after you as if you were my own in case if they, or your previous caretaker died. That's why I've given you my DNA. I never did this to you so I could get my hands on a son because in all seriousness, I would've been fine with just your sisters, I did it because I wanted to keep my promise, and also because of my love for you. It may sound like I'm lying, but I swear it to you that I would never make you my son under force, as it would make me just as abusive as the Dursleys were to you for years."

Harry, although a little bit in disbelief, shed a tear.

"Unfortunately, the plans the two set up never came into fruition, as Dumbledore didn't like the whole idea they came up with, and instead of doing what the will asked, he got Hagrid to deliver you to the Dursleys, making you believe you were never supposed to have other people to live with until you learned about Sirius and saved him in your last year in school." Emma also began to wipe tears off her eyes, as she went to get a wine glass, before she poured a bit of Red Wine into the glass and sat back down.

Harry just stayed glued to the couch, while he just looked down at the floor. His aunt had been looking for him, yet never guessed where he was?

He finally turned his head back at Emma after she had took a sip from her wine. "Then why weren't you looking for me that much time ago?"

Emma swiped one last tear off her face before she also looked at Harry's blue eyes, which Emma automatically knew were hers. "Because Harry, I didn't get a letter until two days after they passed away that they died. I was heartbroken when I learned my adopted sister and brother-in-law had suffered all because Dumledore fooled them into thinking they'd be alright. I thought at first for 4 days after I got the letter that you were safe, and more than likely were under the care of Sirius, Remus, or Tonks. After those 4 days passed, I wrote a letter to all 3 of them, and their response got my heart exploding into a million pieces...you weren't with them. They were supposed to be your guardians, and yet somehow you weren't under the care of any of them." More tears fell out, and she had to wipe them with the tissues from the tissue box that was sitting on the coffee table. "I spent the rest of the year and throughout the early 80s searching for you whenever I had time to do so, but with no results. I searched for every place on earth except where the Dursleys lived, and I found nothing. I not only was crying a lot because you were gone, but I was scared to death. I spent the last 9 years in Boston believing your parents were dead, and you disappeared, leaving me and everyone that was supposed to take care of you with an endearing mystery. All because Dumbledore wanted YOU to be under his thumb and believe that you have to live with an abusive childhood. He did all of this just so he could gain your trust, and regretted none of his decisions." Emma's face was now red because of not only tears, but also anger that was building up inside of her.

Harry was also now beginning to cry quietly, while more tears fell out of his eyes. "Then why did you come to 4 Privet Drive this summer if you were assured that I was dead or missing?"

"Because once I stopped my searching, I didn't think of what I'd do. I didn't get any idea that you were alive, until I sent a letter to Dumbledore in 1991 to announce my deepest regret that you wouldn't be attending Hogwarts. I didn't get a response until 2 years later in which he said that you were living with the Dursleys because of the sacrifice that Lily had put on you, so they put a blood ward on the house they lived in which would stay active until you were old enough to live on your own, and this whole time you were there learning about magic."

Harry's hands clenched into fists, and anger slowly developed underneath his calm face.

"Harry, I just want you to know that the reason I never found you wasn't because I didn't care, because I DID. It's just that in the will, Lily and James stated that under NO circumstances that you'd be living with Vernon and Petunia. So I never would've guessed in a million years that you'd be quietly living under their roof. If I could go back in time, and take you off of their doorstep before they would wake up, I would do it. I'm very sorry that this had to happen to you Harry, it's just that I had no idea what happened to you. You were completely gone, until Dumbledore spilled the beans last year."

Harry looked down on the floor again, his anger boiling to the core. He couldn't believe that the same old man who he trusted for 3 years would actually be keeping important information from him. It was just wrong.

He gripped the coffee table with steel grips, so hard he could've broken the parts of the table off. He let out a heavy and strong sigh, so powerful it could penetrate your own breathing.

For a solid half hour, he kept on holding onto the table, which was now shaking for 10 minutes.

Soon enough, the shaking stopped, and Harry let go of the table.

"I forgive you." He said to Emma, although he didn't look her in the eye.

One last tear came out of Emma. "Thank you."

Harry placed his hand on his chin. "How am I going to be a mutant if I also want to know magic?" he asked.

Emma smiled. "Baby, you still got your phone, and the numbers of people that can help you teach, and also your friends. You're not going to be only learning about how your powers work."

"Yeah, that's true." He nodded. "Where's the new school anyway?"

"New York."

Harry's eyes widened. "Really? Then it must be here."

"Actually it's in Salem Center. It's at the very bottom of New York, like really close to Boston." Emma said.

"Oh, I didn't expect that. Oh well, I might as well because although I did well with my skill in my diamond form, I'm not sure I could have more abilities or it's only because I was lucky." Harry thought.

"You'll do good there, I know you will." Emma said, stroking Harry's hair, which looked so much like Emma's hair, except more natural.

A/N: Okay, so I apologize if the setting for the beginning was stupid, I just felt like this would start with a calm atmosphere before drama would kick in.

Also, this chapter was not only made to continue the story, this also wraps up where Emma has been for all this time. I'm sorry if it sounds cheap and Dumbledore's manipulative again, but that seems to be the only thing that keeps the story going. (And to ask you all readers, don't you think in a sense that Dumbledore's manipulative?)

Anyway, have a nice night, and I won't try delaying again.

P.S.: I know the part of the switchblade is overkill, but I wanted to add something awesome for Harry to have in his possession.