Many thanks to all readers, for, well for reading. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up, but it's long so I guess it's worth it.
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The day after Harry had gone missing, Hayden and Dri found themselves sitting in the staff room with their parents. Remus, Sirius and Marlene were lending their support silently but steadily to both boys. Lily was inconsolable. She was utterly devastated at the loss of Harry. The redhead Muggle Studies teacher had wanted the chance to make amends for her past choices regarding the boy. James was stretched thin trying to aid both his son and his wife.
Everyone who had been in the bathroom when the teachers had arrived had been brought to the staff room that morning and upon arriving had discovered their parents waiting with Amelia Bones and a team of Aurors. Noticeably absent had been anyone to see Terry. Hayden had made a note of that and filed it away. He had no desire to see his brother's friend, former or not, live in a home like the one Harry had spent the first few years of his life in.
After an intense questioning, during which Terry, Dri and Hayden all submitted memories of the events, the other families had left. Arthur and Molly Weasley had left after extending a dinner invitation to the elder Potter's and with the intention of checking up on their other kids while they were there. Frank and Alice had given Neville stern words about not allowing Ron to say hurtful things about people, whether he agreed or not before they floo'd back to their own home. Hermione's dentist parents walked down to the edge of the Hogwarts wards and were apparated back to their house in Crawley. Terry walked out of the room alone, leaving the Black's and Potter's.
"He never should have been there," Dri muttered and then repeated himself louder so that they could all hear him.
"Adrian, calm down..." Marlene started.
Dri cut across her and looked directly at Hayden "If it hadn't have been for the Weasel and that git Boot, Harry'd still be alive!"
"Adrian!"
The heir to the Black family was nearly red with rage and standing in Hayden face. Upon hearing his friends words Hayden shouted back "We don't know he's dead!" though it sounded much too desperate and unsure that Dri let out a derisive snort.
"That's bull and you know it. You didn't see what happened to the troll! I did! If that happened to Harry then there is no way he's alive!" Lily sobbed louder
"Adrian watch your mouth!" James warned
"No! This is your fault as much as anyone's. Where the hell do think he picked up his death wish from? If you hadn't abandoned him with those bloody muggles, he might not have been so reckless!"
With every word out of Dri's mouth, James' face paled more and more.
"That's enough!" Lily screamed, and her now flared temper did what Sirius and Marlene with their ongoing admonishments couldn't and caused Dri to close his mouth. Everyone backed down from the brewing fight. "He is my son. What we did was wrong, and I know that know. But I refuse to believe that he is dead! So all of you stop fighting with each other and start looking!"
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{OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! That BLOODY Hurt!}
{Not quite as uncomfortable for me as it was for you but yeah. OW!}
{Uh...Gabe?}
{Yeah?}
{Are we dead?}
{No, why?}
{Because this looks remarkably like heaven}
{Oh! Oh. This can't be good}
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Two weeks after the troll incident, and there was still no sign of Harry. The teachers had tried tracking spells, sending owls, patronus' and messenger spells to him to no avail. The castle had been searched top to bottom. Every where he might have gone to that they knew about was checking, double checked and triple checked. The bathroom had been searched and scanned for any clue as to what had happened to the first year. Harry's biological parents Lily and James along with his Godfather, Sirius, all checked Remus' copy of the Marauders map obsessively. Hayden and Dri did likewise to James' and Sirius' (passed on to them) and the Twins over the traitor's (Peter was the only one of them who'd had the map confiscated). The Auror's had even been called in. But it seemed like all of the efforts had been wasted. There was absolutely nothing to help them find Harry.
Worse still was the rumors that were flying around the school about him. The students seemed to have come up with the ridiculous idea that Harry had let the troll in. Some said that the plan went wrong and the troll killed him. Others thought that the staff had either killed or captured him. Another portion of the children believed that he'd ran away when the troll was stopped. The most normal one said he'd simply been injured by the troll and was in hospital.
Filius Flitwick was growing impatient. He hated that nobody knew about Harry's noble actions, bar the people who'd been in the bathroom; who had been sworn to silence by Dumbledore.
And one day he snapped.
"Enough, Albus!" He nearly screamed "We must tell the students what truly happened. I know that Mister's Black, Potter, and Boot each submitted pensieve memory's to the Aurors. Play Terry's to the school. I refuse to listen to the slander against Mr Gabriel anymore,"
With nearly all the staff and Aurors nodding there agreement, Albus had been left with little choice but to agree. Not that he didn't argue quite fiercely against the idea first but his points were pitiful and easily defeated. He didn't want the insufferable younger Potter to get more attention than his brother, or any extra praise for being a hero. Hayden Potter was the hero in Dumbledore's mind, and the school witnessing Harry's actions could disrupt many of his carefully arranged plans. Still, he had no other option aside from losing the support of many teachers not to mention the Potter and Black families.
So it was that on the 14th November, the student body sat down for dinner in the Great Hall. But before they could begin eating, the Headmaster stood.
"Now, I'm sure you've all heard many theories surrounding the events on Halloween night," of course with these words whispers erupted around the room "I am going to show you the truth of the matter in the form of Mr Boot's memory," and que more whispers.
Those who'd been there on the night didn't watch nor listen. Terry had his face buried in his arms, his small frame racked with sobs, trying desperately to block out the guilt he felt. Ron just started eating, not particularly caring. Neville and Hermione just respectfully kept their heads bowed, rubbing circles on Hayden's back to try and get him to calm down. His hands were clenched painfully tight and was glaring at his plate. Dri was doing the same.
The rest of the hall watched with awe as Harry battled the troll, his victory over it and then his subsequent disappearance.
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{You know this would go a hell of a lot quicker if you'd actually frigging help!}
{Yeah, I know but this is just so boring}
{Did you expect rifling through every atom in existence trying to find the right ones to be fun?}
{Not so much but I have a short attention, oh look another angel; that makes one hundred and eight that have passed us without noticing plus that one cupid}
{...}
{What?}
{I'm sure you were smarter when I first met you. Has your mental capacity decreased alongside your resistance to bad jokes?}
{That is entirely possible, yes}
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It was the day of the first Quiditch game of the season. The match had until now been postponed in light of the search for Harry. A search that had been called of the day before.
Hayden was still angry about the fact that most of the school seemed ready to give Harry up for dead.
The young prodigy's disappearance was most definitely taking it's toll, though. Diggory from Hufflepuff, one of their star pupils, was frantic with worry over Harry who was apparently like a brother to the older boy (Hayden tried his very best to ignore the jealousy that crept up whenever that was mentioned. There had also been a huge dip in house points being gained for Ravenclaw. Boot simply wasn't trying at all, and there was now no Harry to dazzle everyone with any feats of magic. In the house of Lions, less points were being lost but morale was at an all time low. Their new seeker was off his game as were the Weasley twins; the redheaded duo weren't keeping spirits up with pranks and jokes anymore; and Adrian was showing his Black temper by snapping at anyone who talked about Harry in past tense.
The only house that was not negatively effected was the Slytherins. The green and silver clad students had taking to mocking the other houses about Harry's 'death'. Snape was in on it too, and Dumbledore wasn't doing anything to stop it.
As fourteen players walked onto the pitch, the only confidence to be found was with the snakes.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Hayden thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Of course thinking about trolls brought his thoughts back to his missing twin with the silver tongue (which for some reason felt disturbing to say); so much so that he almost missed the next words of the quiditch instructor
"Mount your brooms, please."
Hayden clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand.
Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.
Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off. "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -"
"JORDAN!" Lee Jordan, one the 'minions' of the self proclaimed 'Kings' of Pranking- Archangel and Grey- was commentating on the match. And as per usual; at least according to the twins; was being closely monitored by McGonagall, who would admonish him for any blatant bias or inappropriate comments. Not that it deterred him.
"Sorry, Professor."
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle - that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses - GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.
Hayden glanced over towards the Gryffindor stands knowing that Hermione (who'd become a close friend to him since his brother saved his life, and he'd apologized for not stopping Ron's cruel words), Ron, Neville and Adrian were down there watching. He also knew that his mother, father and uncle Sirius were in the teachers stand; outwardly appearing neutral but in reality cheering for him. Hayden continued flying above the game in search of the elusive golden snitch.
"Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch," Wood had said. "We don't want you attacked before you have to be."
When Angelina had scored, Hayden had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let off his feelings. Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys' wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Fred Weasley came chasing after it.
"All right there, Hayden?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint. which confused him, as the redheaded trouble maker twins (and damn there was that word again-focus Hayden, he told himself) had been somewhat cold to him since meeting Harry)
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.
Hayden saw it. In a great rush of excitement he dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch -all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch.
Hayden was faster than Higgs - he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead - - he put on an extra spurt of speed -
WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below - Marcus Flint had blocked Hayden on purpose, and Hayden's broom spun off course, the boy himself holding on for dear life.
"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors.
Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.
Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides, though Hayden supposed that could also be habit above anything else.
"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating"
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul
"Jordan, I'm warning you -"
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
It was as Hayden dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happened. His broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees. He'd never felt anything like that.
It happened again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off. Hayden tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goal- posts - he had half a mind to ask Wood to call time-out - and then he realized that his broom was completely out of his control. He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.
Well, if you are dead Har, I guess I'm taking the fast way to see you again.
Lee was still commentating.
"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet - passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - A no...
The Slytherins were cheering. To his ire (and astonishingly his brother's, who had paused in his very long and boring task to watch the game) no one seemed to have noticed that Hayden's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying- him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went.
His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet now, finally having noticing Hayden's broom attempt to assassinate him. They were now watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Hayden safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good - every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell.
Hayden's thoughts were oddly cynical for him. As much as I hope somebody helps in the nick of time that'd just be too cliche. It'd be like some damn fantasy novel or something.
Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.
Hayden could feel his grip slipping. This was it. He was going to fall. And then miraculously, it stopped. Out the corner of his eye, Hayden caught sight of a rapidly increasing orange/red substance glow in the teacher's box. Up in the air, Hayden was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom.
Hayden was speeding toward the ground, having caught sight of his target while desperately trying to keep from falling, when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the field on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference - according to Hooch, Hayden hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results - Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty.
Later whilst drinking tea in Hagrid's with his friends and parents, Hermione and Dri filled him in on what they'd seen and what they'd done. When they got to the part about setting Snape's robes on fire, James was so amused (read 'in danger of passing out from lack of oxygen due to laughter') that he even promised never to reveal that it was them.
"I personally thought throwing him over the side and letting him fall to his messy death would be better, but..." Dri trailed off when James and Lily looked at him shocked. "What? You mean Hayden didn't tell you about Snape being bitten by Fluffy on Halloween?"
Hagrid, James and Lily shouted "How do you know about Fluffy?" at the same time as the other kids incredulously yelled "It's named Fluffy?"
"Well yeah," Dri said "'Ry showed me and Terry. Big guy's a huge softy. Harry had him rolled over, tongue lolling asking for a belly rub within seconds. Though for some reason he called him Dean and then got this really creepy look on his face,"
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In another universe, two brothers exited their car; the beloved sleek, black impala that the elder affectionately called 'Baby'. As they began walking away, they heard a very feral sounded growl behind them, and stared wide eyed at the huge three headed dog that was sitting right where their car had been.
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Quirinus Quirrel strode through the forbidden corridor with purposeful strides. There was no one to stop him this time.
With a harp in hand, ready to be enchanted, Quirrel opened the door with a quick alohamora, ready to put the hound to sleep so that he could make his way through the other protections and retrieve...
Quirrel's thoughts came to an abrupt stop when he saw not a lumbering Cerberus as expected, but instead saw a rather beautiful black car taking up the entire space in the room. Not entirely sure he wasn't hallucinating, Quirrel decided to back away and come back another time. Maybe I hit my head when Severus knocked into me. Besides, how am I to open the trap door with the car over it.
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"Well anyway, he's yours Hagrid?" Neville asked
"Yeah - he's mine - bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year - I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the
"Yes?" said Hayden eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"So why did he just try and kill Hayden?" cried Hermione, causing certain members of the group to look at her in shock, "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Hayden's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh - yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel -"
Lily and James simultaneously face palmed.
"Hayden, I want you to listen to me. You and your friends are not to go near that door. Stay well away from it,"
"But Dad..."
"No, I've already lost one son because he charged headlong into something and got in over his head, I will not lose another!"
Hayden promised.
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{HOW DARE HE TRY TO KILL MY BROTHER! I may not like him very much but nobody, and I mean NOBODY, hurts Hayden! Quirrel {Not to be confused with Squirrel} is gonna pay for this}
{Time for Trickster to come out and play}
{Oh yes}
{To Hogwarts, for candy and pranking!}
{...Dam. Forgot about our current limitations. We'll get him later, for now: start searching}
Hey everyone! I'm back!
So this chapter took so long to do due to no small amount of writers block. But never fear. This story shall never be abandoned! This I swear.
Anyhow, there were some more hints about what happened to Harry. I don't think anyone guessed right yet. And also the silver tongue thing was a reference to a previous chapter but also a hint about something to do with the twins (Potter not Weasley) . Can you guess?
Right well, that's it for now. See ya around! Yozza Out!