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🕑 Added 2022-05-08 16:00:10 +0000 UTCChapter 3- Enter the Potter- Black
“I will be seeing you for the holidays. Enjoy. Have fun. And remember about the pranks….” Harry trailed off and James continued.
“Watch ourselves and don't cross the line. People won't like it.” James finished.
Harry ruffled the younger boy’s hair with a smile and said . “I am going to miss you around here, brother.” The two hugged each other.
“Time to go James.” Charlus called out and the younger boy waved before following his parents out of the floo to the station.
Harry sighed, feeling a little melancholic at seeing his brother leave. The house suddenly felt lonely. He was bought out of his sulking when he felt someone take his hand.
“He will be back soon.” Daphne assured him giving his hand a comforting squeeze. And just for a moment Harry felt himself go back to the time when she had her memories. However he quickly shook his head and bought himself back to the present.
“I know. It's just that, this big house feels very empty without him,” Harry shrugged with a small smile on his face.
A hoot was heard and Harry smiled as Perseus, an eagle owl belonging to Narcissa, flew into the house. He was waiting on a letter from the girl, she was going to be leaving for her last term at Hogwarts. The two had enjoyed writing to each other.
“Has she written another one?” Harry nodded and smirked when he noticed Daphne’s slightly annoyed expression. Harry was amused by the displeasure that Daphne exhibited whenever he received a letter from Narcissa. She would try very hard to hide it, but she failed rather spectacularly.
“What is the matter?” Harry asked, as he failed to hide the amusement in his voice.
“You don’t seem to like the girl a lot for some reason. Why is that?”
Daphne shook her head too quickly for her liking. “Nothing like that.” She waved off, quickly rushing out of the room and away from an even more amused Harry.
Harry was joined by his grandmother, while he was laughing at the expense of the poor girl.
“That was mean, Grandson.” Euphemia chastised the young man.
“I know. But I like watching it.” His grandmother tutted at his behavior, but her lips were upturned slightly at the edges.
“Just like Fleamont.” She whispered.
“I’ll see you later Grandmother. I need to go to Diagon Alley and get our documents from Gringotts.” He kissed the older woman on her cheek and left the manor.
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Harry had just received the identification documents from Gringotts. The Goblins were very quick and eager to help him out. It was Daphne’s documents that were difficult to forge, but ultimately, she was given the identity of Daphne Blackwood. A minor pureblood from Central Europe.
He was pondering when his vision fell on the store of Ollivander. He did have a very powerful wand in his hand, but he wanted his old wand. He still felt his Holly Wand calling out to him. Yes, it will never be as comfortable as his Elder Wand, but that wand held a special place in his heart. He entered the store and looked around, searching for the eccentric old man.
The back door of the shop opened and the subject of his interest entered the room.
“Good evening.” Garrick Ollivander greeted the customer, before stopping dead in his tracks as he took note of the man for the first time.
“I believe you have something of mine, in your shop.” Harry pointed out, his fingers pointing in the direction of the last shelf that he knew for sure held his wand.
“Eleven inches long, holly wood with the feather of a phoenix, if I am not mistaken.”
Harry enjoyed the shock on the older man’s face. It was not always that you can surprise a man like Ollivander.
“If you would please, Mr. Ollivander. I have work to do.”
That broke the man from his state. “Yes. Of course.” He hastily rushed to the rack and pulled out the required case. He placed it on the counter and opened it. Harry immediately noticed the familiar wooden handle. He held out his hand and the wand zipped out to meet his hand.
Just like the last time, a whoosh was heard and aglow surrounded Harry. He could still see the older man watching with wonder.
“Curious….” He muttered, lost in his trance.
“That wand has a brother, my boy.” Ollivander pointed it out to Harry who merely shrugged.
“I know. Tom Riddle isn't doing all that well with that wand.” Harry said boredly.
Ollivander paled.”You….”
“Of course I know.” Harry huffed. “I have a lot of information, Mr. Ollivander. I am mysterious that way.” Harry dropped the seven galleons on the table. He was about to exit the shop, when he paused.
“Oh. Do tell old Albus not to worry too much about this encounter. He is already too old for this.” He smirked and walked out of the room.
He knew that the man would be speaking to Dumbledore as soon as possible. He wondered how long it would take for the man to confront him. Judging by what he knew of the old man and what he had disclosed, he guessed it wouldn't be too long. He did expect that the old man would be confronting him soon. His identity won’t be kept hidden for a very long time. When it did come out in the open, he would be surrounded by people who would want to kiss his ass and extort as many favors as possible from him.
Apparently the case of multiple Lordships was a huge deal in the Wizarding World. Such power was not seen in recent times. With the backing of the allies of certain powerful families, it would be a matter of time before such a person would have the entire Ministry eating out of his hand. Adding to the fact that he is the Lord of The Potter and Black house, he was as close as one could get to being the de facto leader of the governing body of Wizarding Britain.
He grimaced. Politics was not something that appealed to him a lot. Sure he knew how to walk around and handle the greedy politicians but it was something that he didnt enjoy doing. He hated those idiots who would surely try and pucker up and kiss his arse. He dreaded the day when he would have to go and take his seat on the Wizengamot. He really had hoped that he would never have to enter that place. He did not have great memories of the place and the joke of a trial in his fifth year did not help in the matter. Still, it was the Governing Body and was probably the most powerful place in Britain.
As he was about to apparate away he suddenly heard screams of terror from the alley. He was about to make his way towards the screams, when he noticed as a number of witches and wizards were running towards his direction. He heard the sounds of laughter and at least twenty robed and masked men were making their way behind the running crowd, throwing random curses at anyone and everyone in their way. It seems that Voldemort had finally debuted his unique style of political expression.
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This was something that they had been waiting to do for a long time. Their Lord had finally given them the go signal to start causing mayhem. Which he was extremely excited for. Today was the initiation ceremony of the new recruits. The new faces in his Lord’s army that had been willing to pledge themselves to his cause. The noble cause of cleansing their society from the filthy mud-bloods.
“Remember. Do not take off the masks that have been handed to you. Otherwise our Lord will be most displeased. He has various plans in motion and you revealing your identity will only cause to hamper those plans, which will in turn gain you the fury of the Dark Lord. Remember that today is the most important day of your life. Today is the day that your loyalty towards the cause and our Master will be tested. I hope that all of you do your parts well.”
Theodore Nott instructed the new recruits.
“The reward will be this….” He pulled his left sleeve up and displayed the Dark Mark proudly to the now attentive and excited recruits. “The highest honor that can be bestowed upon anyone marking you as Dark Lord’s most humble and loyal follower. A position in the Dark Lord’s inner circle.” He took his time, wanting to seem dramatic.
“The most loyal of his followers who are taken under his wing and trained by the Dark Lord himself.” That was the point that received earsplitting cheers from the new recruits. They all bared witness to the sheer magical power of their Lord. To be trained by him in powerful and obscure magic and being appointed as his most trusted followers was something that appealed to them.
“Let’s go. Pick your targets and make sure that Diagon Alley is not standing once we are done. At Least the main streets.” He heard a round of agreements and hummed.
“Attack!” He roared and the dance began.
He himself led the others, as he threw a cruciatus at the nearest wizard standing by. Their aim was to bring devastation to Diagon Alley. No killing anybody. Torture, yes. But no deaths. Not for now atleast. Accordingly, the other Death Eaters followed his lead as they threw dangerous spells around. The people started to run in all directions as loud explosions and screams penetrated the air.
The masked group continued wreaking havoc along their path. Blasting hexes, fire spells and all kinds of spells that brought about the carnage. The sight of the running wizards and witches brought laughter to the attacking group. They felt powerful. Things were going just as how their Lord had predicted. These silly wizards and witches were too weak and wouldn’t dare to fight back.
Just when they were about to reach the center square of Diagon Alley, they stopped. Among the running witches and wizards, one stood exactly at the center of the square, his hands folded behind his back.
He seemed to be waiting for someone, judging by his posture.
Theodore Nott stepped up. “You must run, my dear man.” The other man just examined his nails in an extremely bored manner that had Nott seething. Here they were wrecking havoc and this man seemed hardly bothered by it.
“Yeah I don’t think so.” Harry replied after his impromptu investigation of his nails was done. “I really wanted to enjoy this wonderful afternoon without all this mess and now, you guys had to turn up.” He grumbled.
“We won’t warn you again. The next course of action will not be very enjoyable to you I am afraid.” Nott sneered. Personally, he hoped that the man would not walk away. An example to send a message is just the right thing for an exhibition of sorts. They did not ask for this, but this was the icing on the cake, and they were not going to pass up on this seemingly easy opportunity to gain their Master’s favour.
“I think I made myself clear, kind sir.” Harry replied. “I don’t think I will be leaving this place anytime soon. It’s better if you and your merry band of friends leave, it would really be good.”
The masked men chuckled. “Oh. Or else what?” Nott mocked. “Going to call the Aurors?” He chuckled. He heard the other man chuckle.
“No. Not the aurors.” The mysterious man waved off with a chuckle of his own.
“I would rather deal with such things by myself. I rather not go to the aurors for trivial insects such as yourself.” He shrugged his shoulders as he stood up straight.
“I love action more than complains. Just like I love using my wand more than my words.” Harry chuckled and suddenly, four blasting curses raced towards the group.
Theodore Nott’s eyes widened with shock and surprise at the speed of the spells.
The blasting curses hit the center of the group and an explosion was heard.
Harry didn’t waste time. His wand was a blur as he walked forward, swatting away spells easily.
Harry went about his job quietly. His thought that this was a perfect time to send a message. A message to Tom that his actions will be met with equal reactions, and have severe repercussion.
Harry dodged a killing curse that was launched hastily. He chuckled mentally.
‘Fools.’ he thought.
He swept his wand in a semi circular motion. The debris of the damaged materials was summoned all at once from behind the men. The bigger debris knocked the men off their feet, and a few sickening crunches were heard when a few bigger rocks impacted with their heads.
Harry didn’t stop. He continued to make short work of the Death Eaters. He conjured a flame whip and once the rope like structure molded into his hands to use like a whip, Harry slashed it in a circular motion.
Fire whips were very dangerous when used with high precision and accuracy. Accordingly, Harry did use the whip just as he intended to. Sure enough, he cleaved out the arms of two of the men who stood behind him, as the whip rescended back. Approximately a dozen and a little more remained in front of him.
He was about to make a playful remark at the pathetic attempts by the Death Eaters to injure him, but his words got caught in his mouth when he heard a child scream in anguish behind him. A stary bone breaking curse from the Death Eaters had struck a small girl who could barely be ten years old. She had fallen down and was now cradling her left arm where the curse had hit her, crying in anguish.
Seeing the child get hurt brought up rage in Harry, clearly also having remembered his own beatings at the hands of his relatives. There were few things that could trigger Harry but hurting a child was on top of the list. He had no intention of killing the death eaters in front of him but now it seemed they had a meeting due with death.
All of sudden the previously playful and nonchalant Harry disappeared. In his place was now an extremely pissed off Harry Potter. A wave of powerful magic rolled off of Harry and gave a pause to even the Death Eaters and they felt a shiver run up their spine, feeling fear for the first time, complete silence filled the alley, broken only by the wails of anguish from the crying girl and her mother trying to soothe her. The death eaters were reminded of their lord with the display of power.
Harry’s eyes glowed in rage, they held an emerald fire in them and promised retribution, if anyone had seen his face, they would have been scared of sleeping for many nights to come, a face that would make the Devil shiver.
He walked forward, as the men had frozen in place. He crouched next to the fallen girl. Tears were rolling down her eyes as she whimpered in pain. Harry stretched out to hold the girl, but she pulled back immediately.
Harry raised both his hands up.
"It's alright." He displayed his empty hands. "I don't have a wand. I only want to help you." He assured the scared girl.
The little girl stared at Harry for a while before leaning forward. Harry smiled kindly at the girl.
"You want the pain to disappear?" The girl nodded as she sniffed.
Harry waved his wand and the pain disappeared. "There. All better." He placed a kiss on her hand.
"Is mummy here with you?" She nodded and pointed to a very scared looking woman.
"Your name?"
"Rosalyn Parker." Harry smiled. "Nice name." He led the girl to her mother.
"Bye, Rosalyn." The girl smiled softly before waving her hand.
He turned back to the masked men and his smile fell.
“You will pay for that” He whispered in an icy tone, but it was heard by all.
He twirled his wand in a circular motion for the first time and then reversed the motion into a semi circle. The ground hummed with magic, but before the other men could react, spike emerged from the ground and roughly impaled five of the men who were too late to react.
The spikes provided a decent enough distraction. Harry quickly went back on attack. The last nine men were immediate to respond. “Kill him!” Nott roared as he threw a killing curse at Harry, as a rock flew into its path.
“Men more powerful than you have tried and couldn’t do it. You will fail.” Harry banished two more rocks that were next to him and with the distraction, he quickly stunned three more of the men, and he hit another with a bludgeoning curse.
Three reductos later, he and Nott were the only two remaining.
“I told you so, didn’t I?” Harry questioned icily, his wand twirling in his hand.
Nott didn’t give up though. He continued fighting, but he suffered a lot of blows, and this invariably had him desperately shielding. He was severely over powered.
He conjured a shield expecting to hold on, but the blue beam tore through his shield with such ease like hot knife cutting through butter. The spell hit him head on and he was thrown off his feet onto the ruins behind him.
He coughed harshly, and he was barely able to stand up. He felt a coppery taste in his mouth and with another cough, he spouted blood. His hands felt like jelly and his legs lost any kind of movement. He was sure he was paralyzed.
He watched as this mysterious stranger approached him. Just as he was walking towards himself, he watched as a bamboo cane materialized in his hand. The man dropped onto a rock next to him.
“Wh..who are….you?” Nott questioned. “Do you have any idea about the kind of people you are making an enemy off? Our Lord will kill you. You won't live another day.”
Harry just chuckled amused. He had defeated their lord when he was a welp with little knowledge, now a certified master in 3 magical arts he didnt fear Voldermort. “As I said in the beginning, if everyone who said those words were alive, I would have stuck my tongue out although my mother would not be so pleased.” Harry joked.
The fallen man felt life returning to his arms and legs. Harry laughed mirthlessly.
“Oh I am not helping you, my dear man. No. This is to send a message.”
Before he could question any further, Harry descended on the man with the cane. A loud thump was heard and Nott screamed out in pain. The silence in the Diagon Alley was not helping his case. Every blow on his body was heard all over the square. Many of the public watched in silence as the mysterious face took a bamboo cane on a wizard.
Many could only wince at the scream and slaps were heard when the cane made contact against the skin of the man. The standing wizard kept on repeating his action again and again as the man writhed against the blows landing on his body.
As the cane broke, Harry slowed down and stopped the blows. He threw away the cane as he sat on a ruined piece of rock.
“Now, we wait for the aurors.” Harry finished as he sat humming a tune.
"Ahh….I must apologize for not introducing myself before. That was very impolite of me. My name is Harry. Lord Harry Potter Black.
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James and Sirius made their way to breakfast. They were huddled over speaking something secretive. Yesterday was boring for James. All these days around Harry made Hogwarts boring all of a sudden. Learning with his brother. Flying on their brooms.
That was what he had been telling his friends. Sirius did inform what Harry had told him and his cousin Bellatrix. James didn’t want to disappoint Harry. He had promised him that he would do well in school and would limit the time he wasted fooling around. That was exactly what he planned to do.
Just as he entered the Great Hall, all talks stopped. Dead silence filled the hall as every eye met his. He suddenly felt nervous for some reason.
“Did we do any sort of prank last night?” James whispered to Sirius.
“I don’t think so James.” Sirius muttered as he was too busy finding out what happened.
It was then that Bellatrix rushed to James and Sirius holding what seemed like a newspaper in her hands. The 11 year old had been sorted into slytherin like the rest of te black but currently looked like a Gryffindor given how excited she looked. “You will not believe what has happened.” She waved the newspaper in front of the two marauders.
James took the newspaper and turned to the front page when the day's headlines stared back at his face.
MYSTERIOUS POTTER SPOILS ATTACK
Dear readers, yesterday saw a very terrifying moment when a number of masked attackers wreaked havoc in the main square of Diagon Alley. The reason for this is unknown, but devastating attacks lead to the almost complete destruction of the popular wizarding site. The witnesses had nothing but fear as they ran away from the place as the masked men started throwing spells left and right.
Just when there seemed no way to stop the destruction that was destined on the busy Market Place, a mysterious wizard turned up in the middle of the Square.
This unknown wizard decided to face these masked men.
The threats that were thrown at the man would have scared many off, but the man stood his ground. What transpired next was a dazzling display of magic as the mysterious wizard weaved in and out of the area as he fought these attackers.
‘It was an excellent display of magic, one that was as deadly as it seemed attractive.’
A witness informed.
“He was so quick. The other men never stood a chance against his wand.” Another pointed out.
The most surprising fact was what occurred after this incident. The man didn’t hesitate to kill if necessary. He was brutal in his actions. When the last man, apparently the leader, was brought down, the mystery wizard conjured a bamboo cane of all things before he started bashing up the leader again and again. He didn’t stop beating the man with the bamboo cane until the cane snapped.
The reason for this painful but extremely weird action was unknown. He then sat back down next to the man and that was when several witnesses were able to catch a glimpse of the man’s face. The stranger’s face was strikingly similar to one Lord Charlus Potter.
That’s right, the strong Potter resemblance was eye-catching. That would come as a surprise to many of the readers. Especially the new face.
The last thing that the mysterious man uttered was his name. ‘Lord Harry Potter Black’
That was the name that the stranger revealed, and that in turn caused a lot of speculations to begin.
Lord Charlus Potter, the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House was an only son and he too has only one son who is currently in Hogwarts.
The entry of this new person and his claim on being Lord Potter Black is curious, to say the least.
Who is this mysterious Potter? Where does he come from? Is he who he says he is?
We will try our best to uncover all the information regarding the Mysterious Potter as soon as possible.
Just above this article, James and Sirius watched a moving photograph of Harry twirling his wand casually and firing spell after spell on the masked men.
"Isn't he brilliant?" Bellatrix cheered excitedly.
"He is very powerful. He'll teach how to do those cool things. " She gushed out.
Sirius chuckled as he ruffled his little cousins hair, making the little girl pout. "Yes, Bella. He is very good and I know that you are very excited to learn from him." He said.
"Now, do you know what Harry has asked us to do if we want to learn dueling?"
The youngest Black sister nodded her head seriously. "I must get very good marks." She stated, and seemed determined to do as requested.
"Bye, Siri." She waved and left back to her table.
"That girl. Harry is her hero from the day he told her that he will teach her dueling. Now, she will literally worship the ground he walks on." Sirius chuckled.
Sirius let his eyes flit over the hall. He observed a blonde girl at the Slytherin table, huff over the newspaper, a small scowl forming over her face. He cackled softly.
"Narcissa is not going to be pleased. Harry is in for it." Sirius explained gleefully.
James frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
Sirius shrugged. "What do you think of Narcissa?"
James went into contemplation. "Well, she is beautiful. Very much so." He pointed out.
"She is very intelligent. She is the best in Hogwarts. She is scary with the wand." The two boys shuddered.
One time they had played a prank on the girl and had changed her hair bright pink. The two had enjoyed the laughter after that. The resulting hexes she bestowed upon them, not so much. They had to spend a whole week in the hospital wing to stop the slugs that had been erupting from their noses.
"So, the moment she meets Harry, she is behaving like a teenage girl, blushing around him, not taking her eyes off of him, not looking at anybody but him for the entire duration of the dinner a few days back. She has got it bad." Sirius explained.
James frowned. "Are you sure?" Sirius gave him a deadpanned look.
"She was humming, for Merlin's sake." James was shocked. The Ice Queen. Humming?
"You are kidding." James exclaimed in disbelief as he sat down.
"I assure you, mate. I am not joking." Sirius said.
James chuckled softly, which soon turned to full blown laughter. "Daphne is not going to like this."
Sirius frowned. "Daphne?"
James nodded.
"She is Harry's best friend. She is living with us and I think that she likes Harry too."
Sirius gaped. "Lucky git."
James nodded.
"The two are almost strikingly similar. And Daphne has known Harry for a long time. She does have an upper hand."
Neither noticed a frowning blonde behind them.
"Who is Daphne?" The cool voice had the boys jump in surprise.
Narcissa stood behind the two boys, her arms folded and a frown on her face.
"Narcissa! Didn't see you there." James gulped.
"Save it, Potter. Who is that girl you were talking about?" She questioned the boys and the two quelled under her glare.
James immediately came clean regarding the girl. He went on to explain everything that he knew about Daphne. Narcissa listened to everything that the young Potter had to say about the girl. She hummed when it was over and turned back and left as silently as she had arrived.
“Prat!” She hissed as she stormed towards her dorm. She took out a parchment in anger, clearly intending to chastise him for his foolishness, but a more calm and rational part of her brain asked her to calm down and think. She thought for a moment. Sure she had gotten close to Harry, but that was nothing more than a few letters. This new girl was apparently more close to Harry. She must improve and strengthen her relationship with him before she can question him, as he was still the Lord Black.
“Competition?” Narcissa scoffed in her empty room. “I am Narcissa Black. There is nobody like me. There is nobody who can compete with the likes of me.” She smirked as she penned a letter to the Lord of her family and the man of her interests.
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Albus Dumbledore. The man who defeated the Dark Lord Grindelwald. The Chief Warlock, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump and the headmaster of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Allegedly the most powerful wizard alive. He was currently in a daze. Things had been very surprising and confusing for the past twenty four hours.
FLASHBACK-
“Albus?”
Dumbledore identified the voice immediately. “Garrick?” He was surprised by the eccentric old man’s arrival. “What is the matter, my dear man. You look tired." Dumbledore said as he gestured to the man to take a seat.
The old wand maker looked troubled. Very troubled and his face betrayed his emotions.
"What is the matter, Garrick? You seem very much disturbed."
"The wand left my shop, Albus." Dumbledore suddenly sat up straight. His eyes wide and his face taking on an interesting expression.
"Who was it?" He asked the old wandmaker. He picked out a lemon drop out of the container next to his table and was about to pop it in when Garrick spoke.
"He knew who wields the brother wand." The lemon drop fell out of his hand instantly.
Dumbledore's face masked into one of horror.
"He knew…."
Ollivander nodded.
"He knew who Tom Riddle was. And I have no doubt that he knows who he is now."
"No." Dumbledore muttered. "Impossible. How can he know about him, when Tom's own associates don't know his true identity?" There were only a very few number of people in this world who knew about Tom.
"What is his name, Garrick?"
The old man shook his head. "He didn't give one." He whispered.
"But I can assure you, he bore a striking resemblance to Lord Charlus Potter."
Dumbledore frowned. Did Charlus Potter have a bastard child? He knew for a fact the Lord of Potters has only a single child, young James Potter who is studying in this school.
"What are you thinking of Albus?" Olivander asked. Dumbledore was broken from his thoughts.
"Nothing. Thank you, Garrick. You have been a great help. I'll find you if I need anything else." Ollivander stood up and left the room.
FLASHBACK ENDS
And this morning, he received an answer for his question. The picture of the man was strikingly familiar to Charlus Potter.
Who was this man?
He had received another call yesterday evening from Alastor Moody. What he had to say was even more concerning.
FLASHBACK
“Alastor?” Dumbledore welcomed the aged veteran auror, Alastor Moody into his office. “You said you had something important to discuss?”
He placed a vial of memories on his table. “Watch it.” He simply stated and remained quiet.
Dumbledore did as he was asked to and after he returned from viewing the memory, he had grown pale.
“That is how I want my aurors to be, Albus. Merlin he is better than I could ever hope to be.” Alastor exclaimed.
“Alastor? He killed those men.” Dumbledore exclaimed, like Alastor had lost his mind.
“So?” Moody questioned. ”Those bastards were attacking innocents, Albus. What do you expect him to do? My opinion, he did a huge favor riding those scum.”
Dumbledore sighed. “Violence is not the answer for everything, Alastor. If we resort to violence, we will be no different from those people.”
Moody huffed. “I don’t know why I even bother telling you these things. You are foolish, Albus.”
“Anyway, this is what happened afterwards.”
He placed another vial of memory on his table. Dumbledore poured the memories inside the pensive and dived inside.
He landed inside the memory and the surroundings seemed to be Diagon Alley. He watched the amount of the devastation that had graced the place. He watched as the Aurors arrived in front of a young man sitting on the rocks.
He seemed to be humming a tune, as he went through a magazine that he seemed to be reading. “Hello?” The young man looked up and Dumbledore noticed the strong facial resemblance to the Potters and a lot of the Black’s facial features aswell.
“You were responsible for….”
“For breaking his bones and putting a number of them six feet under…yes I am.” The young man said.
“These bastards thought that they could interrupt my outing. The nerve of them to throw spells at these people.” Harry growled.
“I don’t take kindly to threats. The moment they threatened me, they were fair game. They asked. I yielded.” Harry shrugged.
“Ah…” He exclaimed when an auror crouched next to the still rolling body below the young man.
“You should take off that mask. And better rip that left sleeve of his. Both of the things will give you answers that will surprise you immensely.” Harry stood up.
“If it is not a lot of trouble, I would like to leave. It's late and my family would be worried sick.”
“Why are there so many marks on his body?” A young auror questioned. Harry chuckled.
“Ahh, wanted to make an example of him.” He shrugged.
“That none of these men are exempt from this treatment, if they cross the wrong people.”
Alastor Moody couldn’t help but be awed by this young man. His expression said it all and Dumbledore couldn’t help but agree with him.
“Your name?” Alastor questioned as the young man was about to leave. The young man stopped and turned back. The viewers balked as the man’s eyes burned a brilliant green and power cackled around the man.
“Harry. Harry Potter Black.” The man finished and disappeared with a pop.
Dumbledore was pushed out of his pensieve. Alastor chuckled. “Believe me. My expression was all the more comical after speaking with the man.” The two remained silent for sometime.
“Do you by chance know this person? Did he study here?”
Dumbledore shook his head. “No. There was nobody of that name who used to study here. Of that, I have no doubt.”
“Anyway, I just wanted to know his whereabouts. He is a surprise package. Say what you want, Albus. If I had competent men like him in my Auror Corps, I would make sure Britain will never face these kinds of people ever again.” He got up and left the Headmaster pondering behind him.
FLASHBACK ENDS
The Daily Prophet had provided more information about the young man and what actually transpired in the Alley. He was confused. What had this got to do with what the young man was trying to tell the people?
Moreover, which group of people was he trying to send a message to? This person was clearly trying to send a message. Dumbledore might be many things, but no one called him slow, he can see through things like this with ease, courtesy of a long life.
He popped a lemon drop into his mouth. He liked these sweets. They helped him keep away from pondering too long. He stood up and went to the only person that could provide him with an answer.
“Mr. Potter?” James Potter looked up into the eyes of the old Headmaster.
“How can I help you, Headmaster?”
“I had a few questions that I wanted to ask, if you would be kind enough to answer.”
The younger man hummed thoughtfully. “Is this about my brother?”
The older man nodded.
“My brother has eloquently put forth that you must not discuss this matter with me, Professor. And if I were you, I would heed his words.” James took the headmaster by surprise as he continued to eat, ignoring him.
“What did your brother say James?”
James hesitated. “It’s fine sir. No matter. You won’t like what he has to say.”
But Dumbledore was relentless. “It’s fine, my boy.”
James shook his head. “Please don’t, sir. It’s not nice.”
“Mr. Potter….” Dumbledor persisted.
“He told you to fuck off!” James finally snapped, silencing any and all noise in the Hall. Every single face was staring at him with an open mouth.
“He told me, that ‘If Dumbledore ever interferes in my matters, or tries to question you about me, tell him to fuck off!’, in his very own words, sir.” James explained to the now shocked old man.
“Harry is not like anybody you have known till date, sir. He doesn’t care a grain about you or your reputation. If it’s wrong, it is wrong. No arguments. Please stay out of his issues, sir. If you are very much interested in provoking him, go ahead and approach him. By all means.” He stood up.
“I am sorry for speaking those words, Headmaster. But I don’t see my brother think the same.”
He nodded at the man. “Good day, sir.” He left the Hall, leaving behind a stunned silence.
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“Who is this Potter?” The voice roared, his eyes flashing the crimson as the newspaper burnt to ashes. Lord Voldemort was angry. His first major plan, had hit a snag. Who was this new enemy?
“Abraxas?” The blonde haired wizard cowered under the glare of his lord.
“Who is that?”
Abraxas gulped. “I have no idea, my Lord. This is the first time that I am hearing of an elder Potter heir. There were no sightings of the young man to my knowledge.”
Tom shook with rage, one of his followers was bashed up with a bamboo cane like a common muggle thug. His very first plan had hit a roadblock. He took a deep breath as he calmed himself down. Such distractions were expected in long term visions. It was something that he had to welcome and continue working towards his goal. His visions were not something that would stopped by such small barriers. No. His vision was bigger. A very Grand Plan. An ideal world, where he held the iron fist. Where he would sit atop the entire world. Where his ideas would be employed. Where his supremacy would be celebrated. Where his name would be the law. Where his name was the power.
So what if his idea hit a block. His next idea would be bigger. His impact will be more devastating. Harry Potter would not be able to stand against him, when he strikes.
Lord Voldemort will be sure to make his appearance in the world, and that would be something none have ever witnessed before. Lord Voldemort will make himself known to the world, very soon.
TBC—-----------------
Comments
1RN19ME043_ KISHORE J
Maybe. As I said, I am extremely busy with college works and you guys know how it is. Sorry if it was not enough this month. The next month will be better.
Pup Washington
Are we getting another chapter?
William gillette
When will the next chapter of this come out
