Deathly Fate

Chapter 7 – His Family

"It is going to get harder before it gets easier. But it will get better, you just got to make it through the hard stuff first."

Harry packed all his belongings in his trunk and shrank it. The new wand working phenomenally for him. The lack of ministry's trace now allowed him to cast magic as he wished, something he wanted to take most benefit of.

Since he had known about it in Gringotts he had been waiting for the opportunity to visit it.

The Potter Manor, as explained by the Potter Account Manager Bloodclaw was in lockdown since last war and only he as the Potter Lord could access it. Harry was dying to visit it, hoping to find something related to his parents there. He wanted to know more about his family, their history; and what better place to be then his family manor.

The manor also gave him the perfect opportunity to get away from his relatives as well as Dumbledore's interference. It would also provide perfect ground for him to train and prepare for the inevitable future. He knew Voldemort was not dead and would not find himself at peace till he put an end to the man that inflicted such misery on him and his family. At the time he had heard of his family home, Harry had decided he would make that place his home. He had no desire to live with the Dursleys and since there was no Horcrux in him the blood protection of his mother was no longer needed. Sure, Harry respected and cared for the protection his mother gave him, but he wanted to grow, to be able to stand up and protect himself and those he considered his own. For that he needed freedom. A place where he could study and train without any adults to interfere in and try to manipulate him. Deciding Potter Manor was best option for him if he were to take his life in his control along with hope of finding more about his family.

Checking he had everything ready to go, Harry set down the letter he had prepared for the Dursleys on his table. They were in for a surprise.

Smiling to himself, Harry focused his magic on his Lord's ring and asked to be taken to the Potter Manor.

At first, he felt nothing.

But suddenly, magic crashed around him, and he felt as if being squeeze tightly beyond what was naturally possible. His sight went blind, and he grasped for a breath.

The feeling left him just as fast as it came.

"Owww!"

He landed face down on ground. It took a few seconds for him to gather his wits. Slowly he stood up and brushed himself clean instinctively.

As he looked around, he looked upon a large, beautiful metal gate in front of which he seemed to have landed.

The gates had two griffins holding swords crossed against each other on them. The Potter crest was displayed proudly in centre.

Instinctively his magic guided him to place his right hand on the crest. He felt a prick as a drop of blood oozed out of his hand an onto the crest.

The crest glowed golden, and Harry felt a warm magic pass over him.

The gates swung open.

Leading from the gates to the front door of a huge manor was a well-maintained cobblestone path with well-trimmed beautiful flower bushes lined around it.

Harry was awed. The beauty of the scene in front of it was astounding.

He walked down the path to two huge polished wooden doors. The doors were simple and elegant, the rich wood cuts being their beauty. As he came to stand in front of the door, suddenly there was a gentle pop.

A house elf dressed in a white towel toga with the Potter crest on its chest appeared in front of you.

The elf's large eye's widened and tears filled them as it spoke.

"Master Potter returns. Minni be so happy. Master Potter was a baby when he was last hear. He has grown so old and big." The elf said tears streaming he eyes as she looked at Harry fondly.

Harry was taken aback by the elf's behaviour. Not knowing what to do he tried to placate her.

"Calm down Minnie. I am here."

"Master Harry is so kind just like Mistress Lily. Master Harry where is Mistress Lily and Master James? Are they on the way?"

Harry was taken aback by what the elf was asking. He knew not what to say. Minnie knew not of what had happened to him and his parents. Maybe the manor being placed in lockdown had made it inaccessible to for her to get news from the outside world.

Deciding that telling all that happened may be the best way, Harry calmy explained to Minne his story. What had happened to his parents. And everything later on.

Explaining it to Minnie was a harder task than Harry thought. The elf was inconsolable throughout the explanation. Harry could fell her emotions and her devotion. The knowledge of loss of his family affected her much. Only after telling her that He would be residing in the manor hereafter, did she calm down a bit. After much reassurance and calming words was Minne finally able to gather herself.

"Minnie, perhaps you should give me a tour of this Manor. There is lot I want to know about it." Harry spoke softly.

"Sure Master Harry, I would love to." Minnie said excitedly, her grief over the recently heard new being replace by the excitement to show Harry around the manor.

Minnie led Harry through the large wooden door into what looked to be the living room.

Harry marvelled at the place as he entered, trying to take in the beauty all his eyes could.

The waiting area was well kept. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung in the centre of the celling sparkling with sunlight entering through the high windows. The furniture was all wooden, royal oak by the looks of it. It was arranged beautifully across the room. There was a tea table in the centre surrounded by sofas and armchairs. In the far-left side of the room was a beautiful stone fireplace, soft ambers glowing in it. Harry presumed it was also used for floo access when the manor was still not in lockdown.

The decoration were navy blue and beige in colour having a warm and welcoming as well as a royal feeling to them.

A beautiful carpet was laid across the room.

When Harry entered it and looked around, he felt a familiar feeling of warmth, like he was home.

Minne took him further in the manor, eager to show him around all the while explaining of its rich history.

She described of how the manor was constructed in its current structure and architecture back in the 16th century. How it was updated as the time went on.

The Manor was constructed by Lord Alfred Potter on the land that once is housed the remains of a castle belonging to the family. The castle which was the residence of Potters was damaged heaving in a war. Lord Alfred Potter, being the first of generation after the war took it upon himself to reconstruct his family home.

The manor thus came into being the Potter family home. It was renovated many times as the era changed.

Potters being a traditionally reclusive and secretive family, the location of the manor was known to none except the family. They never hosted gatherings or balls as such people other than family rarely visited it. For the odd social gathering that the Potter family wished to host, would be done at one of the other Potter family homes, so as to preserve the family secrets housed at the manor from prying eyes.

Minnie led Harry from the living room to the dining area. The dinning followed the same decoration patter of the rest of the house. The dining table was huge and sat at least twelve people at once, though Harry suspected room for more could be made if needed.

The table itself was well polished and silver cutlery and tableware was laid meticulously over it to be made use of.

From the dining they visited the kitchens, which were housed on the ground floor itself. In the kitchens Harry met another elf named Daisy, who was the chef responsible for the kitchens. Harry was surprised to find that more elves were employed in the manor. Minnie explained that they were needed for proper maintenance and care of the manor. All the elves were tied to the Potter family magic and survived on it. Daisy herself made a fuss about how underfed Harry was, and it was only after promises of eating double serving of everything at meals that she calmed down enough for Harry to leave.

Harry was taken aback by the love and care the elves showed for him. Their devotion surprised him when he not being anywhere near them since a baby. He put that up to the workings of elven magic, something he was becoming quiet interested in knowing about.

Later Minnie showed Harry the ritual chamber and the training room. Harry knew not what the ritual chamber was for but decided to explore it later.

The training room was something that caught his eye. He already knew where he would be spending most of his time. The training room was equipped with various targets and dummies to practice on. It also had a duelling arena. It looked state of the art. The floor was well polished. The room as told by Minnie was made impervious to most if not all spell damage. As Minnie herself described it a small war could be fought in it and the outside would not even show the slightest signs of it. The eager elf also informed him how generations of Potters had used the room to hone their skill and magic.

Finally, Harry had found a space for him to train. With help of Ignotus' book and the grimoires he was sure he could better himself in this room itself. Though Harry wanted to begin trying out the various features the training room offered, he knew that it was better to put of till the house tour was done.

Harry followed Minnie out of the training room and up the grand staircase that led to the first floor. They had seen everything there was on the ground floor and now they made way to the second floor.

The second floor housed many bedrooms. Each of the room was well kept and elegantly decorated. They had an attached bathroom with required amenities. The west side of the first floor housed the guest bedrooms. There was also a reading area on the floor.

The tour of this floor went much quickly.

Now Harry led by Minnie made way to the second floor.

Stepping off the marble staircase on the second floor, Minnie firstly showed Harry the Library.

The Library was a treasure of knowledge. Rows of shelfs filled with books on each imaginable and not field of magic were well kept and recorded. Minnie also informed Harry of the protection placed on the library. Nobody other than a Potter by blood or one married into the family could enter it. The penalty against was harsh. Many curses were placed to protect the library against intruders. The faith of one not a Potter to enter it would be much worse than death. The Potters throughout their long and glorious history had collected a vast expanse of knowledge. There were texts in there that had no other copy in the world. Manny of the recorded texts included the knowledge generations of Potters had collected from others during their travels. As such the library and its collections were invaluable to the family and guarded as such.

Again, Harry found himself surprised at the vast wealth of knowledge displayed before him. He vowed to himself to not let it just sit and go waste. His curiosity to learn wouldn't let him to. He would make sure to use the resources available to him to the best of his ability. This library would surely be a great, much needed and welcome arrangement in his training.

The second floor also housed the master bedroom and as Minnie told him, his own room when he was a baby here. Harry was eager to visit them, to see what they were like and find something of his parents over there.

But Minnie informed him of the Lord's study that was also on the second floor. She told him that he as the Lord of the family must visit it soon as he was back in the manor.

She took him to a large set of wooden oak doors.

A griffin was carved proudly in the centre of it. The door was decorated and engraved with beautiful images, of what looked like to be the legends of the past.

Harry touched the door with his palm, it swung open at his touch.

The room inside was grand.

On one side there were shelves of books and records. On other a cabinet with assortment of devices. In the middle was a huge mahogany table. Behind it was an elegant and comfortable chair to sit on. Opposite to it were two armchairs along the table for guests to sit on.

On the far right of the room a huge window overlooked the entire estate with beautiful view of the forests beyond it.

Near the window a few armchairs were place along with a tea table.

The room was elegantly but simple.

Harry made his way in.

He knew in future this room would serve as his office to deal with family affairs and such.

The Lords room also offered him the control of the Manors wards and defences. The Manor was still in lockdown and inaccessible and unplottable to the rest of the world.

What interested him more was that beyond the shelfs in the room as Minnie had told him was the door to the Hall of Portraits. The hall contained magical portraits of Potter Lords and other members of the family through ages. They acted as a record of ancestry and to guide the future lord if required. When he had first come to know of it, he had been overjoyed but a bit anxious. He knew not what to expect.

The thought that he would finally be able to talk to his parents in real overwhelmed him with emotions.

But that was not to be, when he had asked Minnie about it, she informed him that unfortunately his parents had not made any magical portraits behind. They were young and had never thought of the possibility.

Harry was left feeling disappointed.

Try as he might, he had no way to be with his parents. Faith would not let him be.

But when Minnie had informed him of his grandparents portraits, the flame of hope had been reignited.

Harry never knew them, and sometimes wondered how it would be to have him in his life.

With trepidation he made his way over to the shelf.

As instructed by his Lord's ring he place his palm on the 3rd book in the 4th row of the 2nd shelf. The book looked like a diary.

As soon as he did so, his ring glowed and the section of shelf shifted to the right.

A door appeared before him.

Harry was nervous, he knew not what to expect.

He was not prepared to face them.

He hoped they would be happy to meet him, after all he had come year after so many years.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside was a huge room, one he could not believe could even exist form the outside.

It was brightly lit by torches lined across the wall. As he walked ahead, he could see them. There were innumerable portraits lined across the circular room. They observed each step. Harry knew not what to say. The portraits he saw looked familiar. Each male had a hair as messy and as black as him. He could see many of his features in them. Eben the women present shared much of facial structure with him.

He knew this was it. This was his family, his ancestors. He had no word to speak. He looked around as he walked toward the centre of the room.

"James!"

Harry turned around to see the portrait that had called him.

In front of him was a portrait of a women in her late years. She had greying hairs, that once would have been pitch black. Her eyes were grey, but unusually sharp for her age. Her face looked familiar. Her high cheekbone similar to his. She stood proud ion the portrait. As Harry looked at her, he realized who she was. This was his grandmother. The photo he had seen of her in Potter vault at Gringotts form her younger days came to his mind. The resemblance was there.

"Grandmother" Harry said his voice trembling with excitement and nervousness.

"Harry! Oh, is that you, come here let me have a look?" His grandmother said softly.

Harry walked toward the portrait. As he did so he also notice the portrait next to her. It housed a man who looked much like him, except for the deep brown eyes. He stood tall and proud. Even in the portrait he radiated power. Their gazes met and he smiled softly at Harry. The smile stretched across his battle-hardened face.

"You have grown up, last time I had seen you were a mere babe in my hands." She spoke smiling at him.

Harry knew not what to say. His mouth went dry. He was finally in presence of someone from his family, something he dearly longed for. He was at loss. The happiness at being here overwhelming him. He smiled brightly at his grandparents.

But their next words filled him with dread.

"Where are James and Lily, are they here with you? It been so long since any of you visited here, where have you been?"

Harry knew not what to say. He steeled himself for their reaction.

"Um…, I don't know how to tell you, but both of them are dead, they were murdered when I was a little over one year old."

"What!" Both of them exclaimed.

Dorea gave a small sob. Tears sliding sown her eyes.

It was his grandfather who spoke.

"What? How did it happen? Who murdered them?" His grandfather was seething, his eyes glowing with power even in the portrait.

"It was Voldemort." Was all Harry could say before his grandfather cursed loudly.

He could feel the man's anger much similar to his.

After much time it was Dore who spoke.

"Harry, what happened? You need to tell us the whole story? I still can't bring myself to terms with my son and daughter-in-law's death" she asked softly, her eyes still glistening with tears.

And so, Harry knowing this was a conversation to be had, began. He told them of the story right from the beginning. HE told them of the night he and his parents were attacked. His early life at Dursleys. His school years and the happening over them.

When he was done his eyes were moist with unshed tears. He had not spoken of his life till now to anyone, he was sure none would be able to understand it. But now it felt as if a great burden had been lifted off him.

Throughout the story whenever he would talk of his suffering, he could see how it affected his grandparents. Especially when he talked of the Dursleys and their behaviour towards him, his grandparents were furious beyond possible. His grandfather cursed the Dursley s to no end and threatened that if he would be alive, he would have them cut in pieces and fed to the griffins in the forest for the slight against his blood. His grandmother was eve madder. The famed black madness showing streaks in her. It almost looked like she would come out of the portrait and curse the Dursleys to the last breath of their life.

After they had calmed, and Harry continued his story. When he had talked about his adventures, his grandfather would always smile proudly at his and his accomplishments. He could see it in his eyes, the pride his grandfather had for him. Even Dorea was proud of him, though he could see the slight disappointing frown on her face when she heard of the mischiefs he had been through. Yet he could see the beaming pride for him in her eyes. When Harry told them of his encounter and the subsequent fight with the Basilisk, his grandfather had a bright grin on his face. He bemoaned of how Harry bravely faced the dangerous creature. Though he got a thoroughly chastised from his grandmother for doing something so stupid. Harry though this was how it would have been if his family would be alive. They would have cared for him. Would be proud of his accomplishments. After he was done telling his tale, everyone waited quietly. All the portraits in the room looked upon him proudly. He could fell the happiness and even the anger coming off them. It was his grandfather who spoke first.

"You have made us all proud my boy. Harry, you have no idea how brave and strong you are to go through all of this at such a young age. The only question that I want to ask is what will you do now? Rest assured Harry we will support any decision you take. You have been through a lot in your life already, much more than even a grown wizard or a witch could handle. Always remember we will be proud of you no matter what you choose to do next." Charlus said.

Harry took a deep breath and spoke.

"I know I cannot just leave it be. My conscience would not allow it. I want to avenge my parents death. I want to make Voldemort suffer as much and more than I have. I want to stand up for myself. But more than that I want to learn magic, to grow and be the best damn wizard ever possible." Harry said with determination filled in his voice.

Charlus smiled proudly.

"I would have expected nothing else from you."

"Harry, you are a good boy and I know you will be a great man once you grow up. It doesn't lessen my worry for you. Whatever you do I want you to know that there will always be people who love you and care for you, just for who you are." Dorea added.

"Thank you, grandmother, grandfather your words mean a lot to me." Harry said his voice filled with emotions.

"Now if you plan to face Voldemort you must be prepared and well trained. There is not much I can do as a portrait other than guiding you. If you look in the library, you will find all the books you will need for you preparation. Make sure to learn the Potter Grimoire by heart, it will help you a lot. It contains spell only the ones with our blood can use, they will give you a distinct advantage. Also start taking care of your physical health, a healthy body makes gives you better control and understanding of your magic. Also, we can talk more about your training once you are well rested and begin tomorrow." Charlus said.

Harry agreed with what his grandfather said. He was eager to begin his training. He knew it would be difficult but was ready to endure it to better himself.

After saying his goodbyes and getting more compliments and well wishes form the other portraits in the room, Harry made his way out. He was truly overwhelmed by the amount of care and affection he had got from not only his grandparents but also the other portraits in the room.

After having a hearty meal with double helping as promised to Daisy, Harry retired to the master bedroom which Minnie had prepared for him.

He was so exhausted that he did not even pay much attention to the room itself. He climbed in the bed and fell asleep.

[Break]

The next morning Harry woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. It took a moment for him to realise where he was. He was in the most comfortable bed he had ever been in. The mattress was soft and warm. The bed itself was a large king-sized bed. The blanket around him and the pillow his head rested on were soft, silky, and much welcoming.

When he sat up, he could have his first real look at the room he was in.

The room was huge, way bigger than anything he could compare to. The walls were painted a warm shade of off-white and the ceiling light sky blue. The room was lit by numerous torches across the walls. He could see a window far right from the bed with navy blue curtains with golden trims drawn over it. Near the window was a comfortable seating arrangement of armchairs and a tea table. Right in front of the bed was a study table near the wall with a chair at it. On the left side of the room a distance away from the doors was what looked like to be a huge walk-in closet. On the right of the door was another door, probably leading to the bathroom. The room was regale. The decorations simple yet beautiful much like the rest of the manor.

Harry cast a tempus charm to see it was around 5.00 am. He was never much of a late sleeper but sleeping quite early on yesterday had got him up much earlier than normal. Deciding to get the best use of it, he got up.

He went to the bathroom to see a huge room. There was even a huge bathtub with many taps on it. Even the bathroom was beautifully decorated with a huge mirror in front of the washbasin and warm lights lighting it.

He quickly freshened up and made his way out of the manor.

He had decided to begin with a small jog around the manor to warm him up for the day.

It was after five exhausting long laps around the manor that Harry stopped. The manor extended over much larger area than he had thought. Thinking it enough of jog for the Harry decided to return in. Sure, the quidditch training had built him up over the years, but the years of low nourishment still showed. He knew he had to get in best shape possible. He was lean and definitely underweight for his age. He decided this would be one of the first and most important things he would work this vacation.

Getting in he took a shower and getting ready to the day, he made his way to the dining and had an early breakfast.

After a good and healthy breakfast, he made his way to the training room. In there he found a desk and sat at it.

He brought out the Peverell book. He knew he had to talk to Ignotus. He had decided that he would use the book to his best of ability. As a Peverell he had a blessing and there was no way he was giving up a chance to master it.

Getting it out he wrote.

'Hi! Ignotus I am here as you had asked. You had said that we could begin my training in the magicks of death after I was ready for it. So here am I and eager to know.'

'Hello Harry! Good to hear from you again. And yes, that is what we are going to do. I will teach you the magicks of death but beware it will not be an easy task. But before we begin, I must know your story. Afterall me not knowing about my own heir is not something acceptable. It will only help me help you. I don't ask you to tell me everything. But I sure want to know and that is something I cannot deny.' Ignotus replied.

Harry though about what he had been asked. Though he did not truly understand the entire working of the book, he knew he could trust it. Death itself had guided him here and he knew telling Ignotus all would only make his way forward easy. So again, for the second time in span of just a day he told or more correctly wrote of his entire life story to the book. He told it all and held nothing back.

Ignotus had a response much similar to his grandparents. The book flared with magic and Harry though it was almost going to light up on fire. Ink blots appeared across its pages.

Ignotus was angry at the slight against his blood.

'Harry, you have decided right. None can get away with even the slightest slight against those who I considered mine. And I will provide you with every tool possible, with all the knowledge I canso that you can protect those who you care about. There was a time when I with my three brothers fought the evil unknown to safeguard my family. The magicks of death not only helped us win but also guided us further. You see the magicks of death are not just some collections of spells and enchantments but the very thing that runs in our blood. It makes us, shapes us, and keeps us alive. You will know more as we proceed. But first and foremost, I want you to make something that yours truly yours.' Ignotus wrote. He was deeply saddened to what had happed of the Potters, it weighed on him. A great family he had started, the ones who stood righteously for their own and defended the weak reduced to no more than a single member. Now more than ever he wanted to help Harry not only as his duty but also for his family, to bring them beak to their glory.

'What do you mean Ignotus?' Harry questioned.

'Harry, I am talking about the cloak you have inherited from you father. As you would have probably guessed till now it is one of Death's hallow. The one I was gifted and was passed down the Potter family. You as its true master owing to the Peverell blood in you can use it to its full potential. I will tell you of the ritual to start the process of master the powers of the cloak. I must also advise you to gather the other two hallows as soon as possible. They will be of great help to you and belong to you. For the cloak to work for you the way it worked for me you will have to let your blood flow free on it. Once its satiated it will be yours truly' Ignotus replied.

Harry quickly did as instructed and brough out the cloak of invisibility he always carried on himself nowadays. He put it up on the desk, its silky-smooth fabric gliding over his finger.

He made a cut across his left hand and let his blood flow freely over the cloak.

First nothing happened as the cloak soaked in his blood.

Suddenly the cloak started glowing gold and the bright glow filled the room.

As the glow disappeared, he looked at his hand, which was now healed with not a mark of the cut.

He picked up the cloak. It still felt the same in his hand, its cold magic washing over him. It did feel like he now had a much deeper connection to the cloak than only being of sentimental value as his father's belonging.

Harry looked at the book as word appeared in it.

'I can feel that you have successfully bonded the cloak to yourself. From now you will be able to summon the cloak to yourself whenever need. It will appear on you when you will it to. No ward, enchantment or magic will stop it. It will grant you true invisibility, you will be undetectable in any magic or mundane way as long as you wear it. It will also protect you against most mildly powerful spell and curses by dissipating their energy. Mind you the cloak will not be able to stop a spell like the killing curse. But it will definitely protect you from the like of blasting and cutting curses. You can also will the cloak to be on your body and you to be visible so that you can use the cloak as a shield. The cloak is bonded to your blood and magic. You will learn more about the cloak and its benefit as you slowly master it.'

Harry was at loos of words. He could not believe the cloak which was already great got just better. He knew it was not the answer to his problems but definitely a tool to help him deal with them. He was looking forward to mastering the cloak. He picked it up and threw it in a corner of the room.

Now he willed it to be back on his body. He focused on the thought and suddenly felt the cloak appear over him, its silky fabric sliding over his skin. But this time it was different than his past use of the cloak. The cloak now fit him perfectly covering every inch of his body. He knew he was invisible. Somehow in this form as he moved the cloak offered him great mobility and didn't hinder his actions. He knew this could be greatly useful in duels. He removed the cloak and place it on the table.

He turned his attention to the book.

'I can summon the cloak at my will Ignotus, there is no way I can test the other things, but I fell they will work.'

'No worries Harry the cloak will work as intended. Now lets being with other things at hand. As you have already informed me that you have started some physical exercises, I want you to continue it. Include endurance and weight training in them, it will help you gain a better shape and be prepared for any kind of battle. Most wizards do not pay attention to their physical health depending on their wand for everything. You cannot afford to have such a weakness. I want you to be physically strong. I am sure you will find a lot of books guiding you on physical training exercises in the Potter library.'

Harry agreed with what was being written and decided to lookup the library soon.

'Now your first lesson will be something very simple and the end of it I want you to answer a question for me. I will tell you of the question before hand. Its quite simple. What is Magic?' Now while you think over it, I want you to levitate a drop of water exactly 7 feet above the ground for one hour. The only condition is that the drop should not loose its shape or fall. And mind it, it must be a single drop. If you fail, you will have to begin the exercise from the start.'

Harry looked forward to the challenge set upon him. He knew not why it was or how would it help him learn the magicks of death but nonetheless followed his mentor's wishes.

From the water jar at the table, he poured out a glass.

Now he readied himself at a distance from the glass on the desk and casted his spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa"

[Break]

Back in London countryside a family was settling for breakfast.

It was a family of four with two daughters. They looked happy chatting merrily among themselves on mundane topics. The father, a man in his middle ages was reading a newspaper. The wife was tending to her husbands needs and looking after her daughters. She was happy and proud of the family she was a part of.

An elf delivered a tray a freshly baked pastries to finish of the morning meal.

As they were polished off and only a single piece remained, both the daughters started bickering among themselves as to who should get it. Both had a sweet tooth and the pastries mad by their mothers being their favourites.

The parents looked upon their children happily, as they were about to intervene, an owl landed on the table.

The man quickly untied the letter and set the owl off.

As he read the letter his expression morphed form those of merriment to mournful with a frown on his face. The wife looked upon her husband worriedly wondering what had upset him so early in the morning.

The man handed his wife the letter and as she read it her expression changed quickly as a lone tear made way down her delicate eyes.

They could not keep it away from their girls any longer. The girls needed to be informed of this, afterall this affected their future greatly.

She looked at her husband, trying to find some reassurance.

He nodded his head. He had tried his best. Put every resource he had at his disposal to stop it. But faith wouldn't have it. He gestured his wife to take the girls to his study and wait for him as he got something.

The girls were confused by the sudden change of atmosphere at the dining table. The older had an inkling of idea of what it might be. Perhaps her worst fear was coming true. She was worried. No, she was positively terrified of what the letter might contain. She and her younger sister followed their mother to her father's studied and waited for him.

A/N:

Another one up. Hope you like it. Please do leave a review.

I am planning on making this a long story. Like long. Voldemort's not just going to get offed easily and definitely not at end of 4th year as it usually happens in such stories. Here Harry is going to learn, try, fail, and get better. I think that for Harry to be Voldemort's equal is a long way to go. He has a long way to catch up on knowledge and experience. No Harry won't be all powerful in the next 5 chapters. He will get it slowly. Its going to get harder before it gets better. Harry will deal with his problems. His upbringing at Dursleys. His insecurities.

I hope I have done justice describing the Potter Manor.

Do comment or PM me what do you think the letter at end was about and whom.

The next will be a long chapter and cover a lot.

I am looking to starting the fourth year in about 2 or 3 chapters.

There is a poll in my profile for Harry's animagus form. Harry will soon begin his animagus training. If you have any other suggestion than the in poll, tell me over PM.

Do tell of any suggestions.

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