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🕑 Added 2022-03-03 08:36:42 +0000 UTCChapter 4- Making Waves
Harry woke up to the unfamiliar surroundings he now slept in. Not unfamiliar per say, but still a little strange to him after almost a year or so staying in the Peverell Manor.
Potter Manor was as majestic and beautiful as Peverell manor. It stood towards the south of England and was a huge Victorian style Manor. The lush greenery surrounding it along with the large forest. The Potters and Peverells boasted of a lot of wonderful creatures in their forests. He chalked it up to something that they had been blessed through the blood line.
It's been fourteen days since he arrived back here with his family. Although it was a bit hard to adjust to having parents now, even though they are his grandparents in reality, he had come to accept it. They were his blood. They might not have been his birth parents, but since he didn't know them at all, he was not complaining.
He still remembered the day he performed the adoption ritual. He was frankly surprised and internally pleased that they would take such a decision. He welcomed their decision and also the reasoning that came with it.
But most importantly he was happy that he listened to his heart.
All of this was new to him. The early morning greetings rather than the death threats that he was used to, almost all his life. A very mischievous brother who was a joyous bundle of energy and mischief rather than a hostile cousin who was content in kicking and punching him around and playing ' Harry Hunting' with him.
A strict house elf who is very keen on making sure that we would not keep messing up. The role which had seemingly been passed to Tippy, the Potter House elf from Matty.
He wondered if this was what having a family meant. Would this have been the case if his parents were alive? Would he have siblings? Would he have been allowed to play quidditch like he did? Would he have been learning such magic that no youngster must learn instead of living his teenage years?
He didn't know and he didn't want to know. Although the past episodes caught up with him, he had a new life to look forward to. New life, that would shape his life. He could only hope that he would live this life without any other machinations like his previous one where his path was literally set and played by Dumbledore.
He was already facing a new problem. The Ministry of Magic. Apparently, a few of the shopkeepers bore witnesses to the events of that night, according to the Newspapers. Harry couldn't help but scoff. The entire thing was rigged and it was plain as daylight. If people had truly been witness to the events, then they would have known that this was not a murder but a clear cut case of conspiracy. They were severely outnumbered. This was the work of one of Voldemort's lackeys. Someone who had the ear of the minister.
He had a plan ready and he needed to run it by his father once. It seemed good enough. One that will seemingly halt a lot of things if executed correctly. He would have executed it by himself, but now he had a family.
That was another first for Harry. All his life, he had been left alone to deal with all the screw ups that were an added benefit to his life. Now though, he had a family. He had people who cared about what happened to him.
He still remembered the first day after he moved to Potter Manor. He had disappeared from the house before any others had woken up, not informing them about the routine that he followed. He had come back sweating after a long session of workouts and one look at his mother's expression told him that he was in big trouble.
Evidently, she was not pleased. Her famous Black temper not helping the case, either. Suffice to say, Harry had been suitably cowed and had agreed glumly before the woman had sat him down and explained these trivial things to him.
He had settled into a routine. Waking up and going for a run and working out outside, before he would come in and have his breakfast. After spending time with his family, he would read or study something for a few hours in the vast library that he had at his disposal.
He would then hit the training room and workout once again along with his spell work. His mother had absolutely forbidden James from entering the room without Harry's knowledge, especially to pull a prank or something.
She had once decided to take a peek at what he does in the room. One look and she had been blown away. The intensity with which Harry trains had been awe inspiring and scary at the same time. Since then, she had left the younger man to his own devices, though she always urged him to practice with caution and not be reckless.
Harry spent as much time as possible with James, resulting in the two getting closer and closer.
His father was for one a ridiculously excellent flier. He now understood why McGonagall always used to say that his father was a great flier. One look at his now brother's flying skill told him enough that he was probably the best flier to grace the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch in several hundred years.
James was very intelligent. Many at first glance wouldn't think so because he was too easy going and laid back. His understanding of magic was excellent. Harry too was surprised by some of the things that James knew at his age.
It slowly became clear how his father and his friends had managed to create something like the Marauder’s map. Added with the fact that he had become an Animagus at fifteen and had secured ten OWLs with eight Outstanding was not anything to sneeze at either.
Harry had actually been ashamed. He had never worked hard in school. His father, although like him, was extremely serious when it came to marks. His work replicated it.
Harry had promised that he won't slack off any more.
A refreshing and cooling shower later, Harry entered the dining room to greet his family who were already assembled at the dining table. He kissed his mother's cheek as he sat down.
" Morning, Mum." He received a smile in return as she bent down and kissed him on his forehead.
" Morning dad. Morning, James." He greeted the other two males.
" Do you need a kiss from me as well, Harry?" James wagged his eyebrows suggestively, causing Harry to gag.
" Shut up." He grumbled though it was silenced with the laughter around the table.
Dorea smiled and laid out a plate for him.
Harry was about to eat when he saw his father tense and his hands clutched the newspaper, almost tearing it in the process.
" Another threat?" He questioned the now furious man, who could only nod.
" I will bloody kill Bagnold." Charlus gritted out.
" It's fine, dad. We will think of something." Harry soothed the man.
"I had an idea by the way and I wanted your opinion on it." He asked the older couple who just nodded.
" Is it related to this nonsense in the newspaper?" Dorea asked, receiving a nod in response.
"Then you will need Arcturus for this meeting. " She said.
" He is the right man for politics, Harry. He has been swimming in these waters for too long." She added, noticing that Harry was about to say something.
Harry frowned. It had merit. He is the Lord Black, afterall.
After much deliberation he relented and James left to Floo call his uncle.
It was five minutes later that James returned with the older man and Sirius in tow with the Black sisters along with them.
" Hello Harry." Narcissa greeted him enthusiastically with a smile. Harry smiled back at the girl. He had come to like this version of Narcissa. She was way better than the older version of herself. That woman was cold and aloof, who always looked like she smelled dragon dung.
This Narcissa was energetic, talkative and bright. A far cry from the older woman.
He never came across the other two Black sisters, so had no idea how they were in his timeline.
Bellatrix, he had an idea. He had seen the memory of the trail of the older woman she had become. The woman had been pushed to insanity and her eyes had lost the brightness that it contained. He could say that she had become a shadow of her former self. Her entire demeanor was different from the one he was seeing now. She had become extremely fanatical or rather obsessed with Tom.
" Lord Black." Harry greeted the older man who nodded at Harry as he took a seat next to his sister.
Charlus then went about, explaining to Arcturus about the plans they were about to make for the Wizengamot.
" Harry, if you will?" Charlus gestured to the young man.
" Ok. The Ministry won't stop pestering us till we cave in. Let's just do that." He explained.
" We will attend the Wizengamot meeting in two days. I will surely be apprehended by the aurors." He explained.
" Good thing is that, the moment those men resorted to Unforgivables, I won this argument or trial or whatever the hell this farce is called." The two older men nodded. It was true. When a person is using the Unforgivables, the other person has the right to respond in kind to protect himself. It can be to the extent of killing, if need be.
Harry was silent for sometime before a mischievous grin made its way on his face. Dorea caught on to the look very quickly.
" Harry…" she said warningly at the boy.
Harry smiled at his mother and turned to his father and Arcturus.
" Tell me, what is the state of the Wizengamot?" He questioned curiously.
" Light, Dark and Neutral. Three factions. The most powerful of them, Neutral. Why, they have a fixed voting block but they get the other odd votes when the bills matter. The leader, Lord Stephen Greengrass." Arcturus explained.
" The Dark faction, powerful, but the Light does not allow them to have their way. Their leader, Blacks. But the de facto leaders, Abraxus Malfoy and Randolph Lestrange." Charlus continued.
Harry was surprised. " Why?" He questioned Arcturus.
" I stopped attending these Wizengamot sessions a long time ago. Same with Charlus here. No good band of monkeys, the lot." He grumbled, eliciting chuckles from the assembled people.
" The light, too narrow minded and sees everything Slytherin as dark, the fools. Majority of them at least." Harry nodded. He knew better than anyone about it. Ron Weasley being the perfect example for it.
" They trump the Dark side in voting, every single time. They would let the Neutrals get away with many bills but never the dark side." Charlus explained.
" I am the leader for this, but the Houses loyal to Dumbledore have the final say. The reason, Arcturus just told you why." Charlus reminded and Harry grimaced at the mention of the old headmaster.
He then looked brightly at the two of them.
" How about we add some flare to that boring place?" He asked the two men.
" How do you propose we do that?" Charlus questioned curiously.
" Let's just change the power base from Lord Greengrass to us three." He pointed out.
" Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" Charlus asked, catching onto what he was saying. Arcturus had a glint in his eyes.
Harry knew that it wouldn't be long before the two got where he was going. They had been swimming in these waters even before he or his father were born.
" Yes. Let's change a few seats." Harry grinned and the older man couldn't stop grinning.
" You just might be right about one thing, Dorea." Arcturus spoke after sometime.
" These Potters are trouble. Big trouble." He said and chuckled at the Potter men's indignation.
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As planned, Harry along with Arcturus and Charlus walked into the ministry only to be stopped by a few men in red robes.
" Not that I don't mind such a grand welcome, but what is the reason for this warm welcome?" Harry questioned with a smile.
One man in auror robes stepped up.
" You are under arrest for the murder of Lord Abraxus Malfoy." He said and gestured for Harry to follow him.
Harry looked back at the older men he had come in with. " You two go ahead and take your seats." He whispered. Charlus nodded and left with Arcturus.
" Lestrange should have done a better job. Too slack." Harry joked, causing the one who addressed him to stiffen ever so slightly.
" Why are you so sure that it was me that killed Abraxus Malfoy?" Harry questioned the surrounding men curiously.
He wanted to know the reasoning these men would come up with.
" We have our ways, boy ." The man spat, without turning back. That particular word angered Harry. He had never liked anyone addressing him like that.
" Do you even know who I am?" Harry questioned.
" I don't care. Several witnesses have observed that you were in company of the Potter and Black lord that night. We also had a vague description of your physique and your magical signature collected by the aurors." The man answered without even bothering to turn back.
" We had the floo modified to recognise the magical signature and we were alerted immediately." The auror explained.
Harry cursed himself for his slack. Of course they had identified his magical signature. It was a difficult piece of magic, but not one that was impossible to do. Many could perform it and he didn't doubt the ministry aurours could perform it.
Harry was led into the Wizengamot in the tenth level of the ministry. The doors opened and all the jabbering stopped. Harry observed the reaction of the assembled members. He identified a few of them. That though, was only because he had been in school with their grandchildren and they had certain similarities.
Harry was led into the center and he was instructed to sit on the chair placed in between the room. He did so without complaining.
He got his first look at Millicent Bagnold. The Minister of Magic. She did look like a no nonsense type of woman. Harry really needed to know if this woman will do everything she can to help this world or sit and hide with her head in the sand.
" Order." She boomed, causing the courtrooms to quiet down.
" The following hearing pertains to the murder of Lord Abraxus Malfoy of the Ancient House of Malfoy." She announced.
" The accused…" she trailed off when Harry spoke up.
" Harry. Harry James Potter. Secondary Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter." He announced to the courtroom.
That got the attention of the people assembled. A lot of people were of the impression that there was only one heir to the Potter family and that he had no other brother or sister. The Lords and Ladies were sure of it because their children were in school with the Potter Heir and there was no mention of a brother.
The minister now squirmed uneasily in her seat. Her eyes flitted to the Potter lord's usual seat and to her surprise, she didn't see him where she usually saw him sit when Lord Potter attended.
The minister gaped in shock and surprise when she finally noticed where the Potter Lord was seated and with whom. Lord Black was next to him, but that was not the point that garnered her attention.
It was the position of their seating.
The two power houses had shifted to the neutral faction.
The two men were watching her closely and she gulped. It had been a while since the two men last spoke in the Wizengamot, and even longer since the last time they participated in the discussions. She really didn't want the ire of the two stalwarts of magical Britain on her. Even Dumbledore would rather stay away from the men than tussle with them.
They didn't care for anything and anyone. They commanded respect that she had never seen anyone garner with their mere presence.
" Order!" She called aloud, causing the noise to go down.
" Mr Potter. You have been accounted for the charge of murder of an upstanding citizen of Magical Britain and a member of an Ancient House." She announced.
" How do you plead?"
Harry shrugged. " Not guilty."
Bagnold nodded. " Let's start with the proceedings." She announced. She made to speak when Harry decided to interfere.
" Now wait for one second, minister. Why waste time that is increasingly important for everyone out here?" He questioned calmly.
" You call this a waste of time, Mr Potter?" The woman asked, seemingly annoyed at his words.
He was about to speak when he felt the chains on the chair bind his hands.
Harry frowned at that action. " What is the meaning of this?" He asked, indicating the chains that bound him.
Bagnold smirked. " That is how criminals are apprehended, Mr Potter. We bind them with those chains so that they won't try to escape or cause danger to the Wizengamot."
Harry's eyes blazed with anger for a second before it went away. He smiled at the woman that caused her to frown.
" So you have already decided on my guilt?" He questioned the woman.
He then casually snapped his fingers and the Wizengamot quietened when the chains broke and Harry freed his hand.
He rubbed his wrist casually. " A bit too tight. You might want to consider loosening it up a bit." He smirked at the gaping minister.
He continued.
" I would like to display my memory of the night. It will give a clear picture before you decide what the judgment might be instead of pre-planning the whole thing." He ignored the sputtering of the minister.
" Memories can be tampered with, Mr Potter. We cannot accept it as evidence." Randolph Lestrange spoke softly, his eyes observing him calculatingly.
" On any other condition, yes." He nodded.
" But you seem to be presuming that my memory has already been tampered. Won't you even view it, Lord Lestrange? You think that I could perform such magic beyond my years?" Harry questioned innocently.
Lestrange narrowed his eyes at the boy.
" Not you, Mr Potter. But your family could certainly do so." He said, and only later realizing his error, but it was too late and he had gained the attention of an irate Lord Potter.
Charlus Potter stood up and the Wizengamot quietened. The respect the man commanded was a sight to behold.
No one ever dared to interrupt the Potter lord nor ever question his honor.
" Are you questioning my honor, Lestrange?" Charlus asked dangerously as he stood up, his eyes blazing, never a good sign for anyone at the receiving end of it.
Randolph knew better than to rile up the Potter lord.
" I am sorry, Lord Potter. Losing a dear friend has partially addled my brains and I find myself speaking unnecessary things in a fit of rage." He backtracked.
" We are getting out of the topic here, gentlemen." Harry brought back the attention to himself.
" Surely, the Unspeakables can verify my memory and tell us if it's genuine or not, couldn't they?" He questioned with a grin.
Bagnold narrowed her eyes.
" Where did you hear that from, Potter?" She questioned in what almost seemed like a low growl.
" Oh here and there." He evaded the question.
" If it isn't a bother, let's get on with it. I have kind of promised my brother that I will be back before four in the evening for a game of Quidditch and he would prank my ears off if I miss it." He grimaced causing many around him to gape at his laid back attitude while he was on trial, for the murder of the Lord on an ancient house nonetheless and the defacto leader of the dark faction.
Bagnold had to agree to his request. She could not deny a scion of an old house, especially the House of Potter. Not only that, the boy is also a member of the Black family.
' Why should things be so messed up?' she groaned inwardly, shooting frustrated looks at Lestrange.
A man in a gray cloak was brought into the meeting. He was given the task that needed to be done and the man approached Harry and started collecting the relevant memory. He then flicked his wand several times.
" It's genuine." He spoke in a disguised voice.
The court pensive was put up and the memory was played to the court.
The viewers could only gape at the inhumane speed and power that was on display. He took on almost two dozen men and cut them down within minutes. The animagus gathered a lot of appreciation from the Lords and Ladies.
Once the memory came to a stop, Harry stood up to address the gathered court.
" I didn't know that defending my family and myself from those men who were there with every intent of killing us was a crime. A group of terrorists have the gall to try and assault two very powerful houses and you expect them to be let away without repercussions? Should I have just slapped their wrists and sent them away good naturedly?" He thundered.
" I don't involve myself in any other matters. But if anyone else dares to interfere with my family, all holds are barred." He growled, his eyes glowing brightly causing many in their seats to shudder.
" I don't care if it's Dumbledore, Grindelwald or Voldemort himself." He heard a great many shrieks and shivers in the gathered court. " I will tear them apart. Piece by piece." Harry finished.
" If defending my family is a crime, then by all means, throw me into Azkaban. I won't even dare complain. I willingly will walk with you to that place. Without protest." He said.
“But don’t count on me staying there for long” he added softly that went unheard by everyone present. He held up his hands to indicate that he was ready to be arrested.
Bagnold couldn't help but be awed by the way he spoke. He handled himself almost as well as seasoned politicians. His words were spoken with such passion that she had no choice but to agree with every single word.
" All who consider Mr Potter guilty of murdering Lord Malfoy." She questioned and none of the wands went up. Not a single one.
" All who consider Mr Potter innocent of the above mentioned crimes." Almost ninety percent of the wands were lit and raised. Harry made note of the ones who abstained from voting. He had a vague idea of who he should keep an eye on.
" Innocent." She announced and Harry stood up. " You may leave, Mr Potter." She said as she went back to the papers in front of her.
" No. I think I will stay." He started to walk towards the neutral faction and towards his father.
" Mr Potter. It is time for the Wizengamot meeting. You are not a member of this body. You should leave." Bagnold spoke with a raised voice.
" Who the hell told you that I am not a member of the Wizengamot?" He questioned.
" Mr Potter. Please don't waste our time." She requested.
Harry turned back to the woman. He smirked. " Then it's a good thing that I am not playing around." He stood in the empty seat in between his father and Lord Black and he placed his hand on the seat.
A golden glow emanated from the seat and the empty seat thrummed before a crest was displayed on the top of the seat. A thestral. The Thestral.
Harry sat down on the seat with a grin.
" Well, what do you know? I wasn't wasting time." He said.
The dead silence that he was met with was broken by Lord Black.
"Greetings, Lord Peverell."
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It was a heartily laughing Arcturus and Charlus that returned to Potter Manor along with a smiling Harry.
Dorea raised an amused eyebrow.
" Is there any reason for you two to be laughing like ragamuffins?" She questioned.
" It's all because of your extremely intelligent and brilliant and powerful and handsome son, Mum. Me." Harry said.
Dorea chuckled. " Any more of that and you won't be able to fit that head through the door." She smiled.
"Shall I assume that everything went about without a hitch?" Harry nodded.
" No problems." He said.
" You should have seen their faces, Dor. He wiped the smirks right off their faces." Charlus laughed.
" You should have seen Greengrass’s expression. The man was absolutely terrified when he saw the two of us sitting next to him. Poor guy." Arcturus snorted.
" Well we know what the headlines would be for tomorrow. Let's just sit back and enjoy." Dorea said. She turned back to Harry.
" They are waiting for you near the Quidditch pitch." Harry nodded and disappeared to the grounds.
The three were silent for sometime.
" It's nice to see him behaving like a teenager. It pained me a lot to see the ever lingering tension in his shoulders." Dorea said sadly.
" Well the kids are bringing him out of his shell. Let's leave it to them. Maybe they would keep him to themselves." Charlus spoke, putting an arm around his wife's shoulders.
" I certainly hope so." Dorea whispered.
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Harry walked towards the grounds and he saw the others there. James and Sirius were on a broom and there was another younger boy below who was holding a broom in his hand.
The Black sisters were huddled up in a corner and were speaking in hushed tones.
It was Sirius that first noticed Harry.
" Harry." He called out as the rest noticed him. " What happened?" He asked.
Harry smiled. " Got off." He shrugged. There was a cheer that went around and James tossed the broom to Harry.
" Let's see how you fly, wonder boy." He grinned. Harry smirked.
He kicked the ground and launched into the air. He suddenly felt happy. This was his territory. He felt like he could conquer the world when he was in the air.
The Comet 800 was not a fast and powerful broom like his Firebolt. But it was faster than the brooms currently used.
He took some time to adjust to the feeling of it and then, he started to fly with abandon. He zigzagged through the air, dropping and raising along the way. He came to a stop after ten minutes and he looked upon six stunned faces of the other youngsters.
" What?" He grinned.
" You really have a death wish. That was bloody brilliant." James praised. Sirius couldn't help but chuckle.
" You two are absolutely devastating on a broom. Gryffindor has the House cup in the bag." He cheered.
" What makes you think he is in Gryffindor?" Narcissa questioned, seemingly annoyed by the prospect.
" He is a Gryffindor for sure, little Cissy." Sirius said confidently. He was about to speak when he yelped as he felt a stinging hex hit him on his buttocks.
Narcissa had her wand out and there was a gleam in her eyes.
" What did you call me?" She questioned Sirius sweetly. Sirius gulped at her question. She hated it when he called her that.
" Ok. I am sorry." He groaned.
The Black sisters were triplets. They were of the same age. But Narcissa was different from her two sisters. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. The features of the Rosiers from her mother. Other than that, she was all Black.
Andromeda and Bellatrix are almost similar but Bellatrix has violet eyes and her black ebony curled hair. Andromeda had brown hair and gray eyes, the prominent Black features.
Narcissa was teased a lot as she was shorter than her sisters. She hated it when anyone called her as ‘little Cissy' and frankly, the others should be scared. Narcissa was very vicious when she was angry.
" You should stop calling her that, Sirius. It's just a stinging hex right now. Think of your state if she uses a slug vomiting hex or anything a bit more crass after she runs out of patience or gets you neutered mutt." Harry warned, causing James and Sirius to pale and for Sirius to additionally cover his nether regions with his hands.
Narcissa shot him a grateful smile.
Harry smiled back at her and got off his broom.
" Well let's get in." Harry said, gesturing to the manor. " It's getting late."
The group walked back to the Manor.
" Since we would be getting back to Hogwarts in a couple of weeks, is there anything that I must be made aware of?" He questioned the group.
" Well, since you have killed Malfoy, you are automatically the enemy of the Slytherin house. " Bellatrix explained.
Andromeda nodded. " Yes. Lucious might be a git, but his father was a very influential man. He would be taking up the Lordship of his house and he would be more insufferable. I hope his father's death would have brought about some kind of decency in him." She grimaced at the memory of the blonde ponce.
Bellatrix couldn't help but snort. " It's Lucius Malfoy we are talking about, sister. I sincerely doubt that he learns anything at all."
Her eyes then became hard.
" But he is a powerful wizard. He has been trained well by his father. Add the fact that he is ruthless and won't ever hesitate to use questionable curses, he is a force to be reckoned with. He is as sly as they come and almost a quintessential Slytherin. Almost." Bellatrix held up her fingers to indicate her point.
Sirius chuckled suddenly and that got the entire group's attention.
" And he has finally gone mad." Harry quipped. Sirius shook his head.
" No." He gasped from his laughter.
" I remember when Cissy here had a big crush on Lucius Malfoy. He is a year older than us and she used to stare at that git for hours." Sirius doubled up with laughter.
Narcissa blushed deeply amidst the laughter of the group. Harry took pity on the poor girl.
" I really won't complain. The boy can sell fish to water with his words. Slippery gits. No wonder many flock to them with just their mere words. I am not surprised, Narcissa." Harry smiled as he placated the embarrassed girl who smiled back gratefully at him.
The four boys walked ahead lost in their own topics.
" He is very considerate." Narcissa sighed.
" See." She turned back to her sister.
" Intelligent. Handsome. Kind. Powerful." She counted off her fingers.
" He is the perfect boy material." She finished, letting her eyes fall back to the boy in question.
" Ok. You must stop with that." Bellatrix growled.
" Ohh. Look at that. Is ickle baby Bella, jealous?" Narcissa mocked Bellatrix causing the girl's eyes to twitch in anger.
" I'll show you baby." Bellatrix raged as she flicked her wand and fired a jinx at her sister only for her to dart away from the place chuckling as she did, with a very angry sister in tow leaving behind a highly amused Andromeda.
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It was the day after the Wizengamot session that Albus Dumbledore returned from his trip to Marakesh. He popped in a lemon drop, his favorite sweet treat into his mouth and walked to the castle whistling a tune on the way.
He didn't show it on his face, but he was extremely worried. The situation in Britain was getting tense everyday but many were failing to notice it.
The people of Wizarding Britain were not privy to the information that he was. Of course being in three positions of power and lots of experience behind him, he had information on a lot of things and he had learnt to gather information. Information, good or bad, is an extremely powerful tool. One that can build countries or destroy them.
While contemplating this, there was one name that had taken residence in his head, Tom Marvol Riddle. Dumbledore never really understood where he failed as a professor for the boy to take such a path. He was initially extremely proud of the talent the boy displayed. He took to magic like fish taking to water and add the fact that he was muggle raised with no history of magic.
Yes he had displayed alarming signs that should have rung warning bells in his head in their very first meet. But he in all his brilliance had chalked it up to the abuse the boy had suffered in his orphanage.
And boy did he come to regret his instincts. The boy was as brilliant as they came. Exceptionally charming and smart. But as time passed, he started to manipulate the situation to his needs. He started learning things that he never should have and he started doing things he never should have.
Horace was blinded from the doubts as he firmly believed that the boy was a wonder. Of course he had that privilege as Tom was a Slytherin, but he failed to see past the charming side of Tom to see the monster he was becoming.
Tom managed to pass out with honors. No other student other than he himself had achieved such wonderful marks. Many of his professors were curious as to what the boy would end up doing and Dumbledore was no different. He was extremely proud of the boy and his achievements. But Tom disappeared from the face of the earth after his NEWTs.
Dumbledore had been extremely disappointed with the loss of a wonderful wizard to the wizarding world. That went to the drain when he came across Lord Voldemort. The self styled Dark Lord.
He had changed, but the extent of his change was even beyond what Dumbledore could comprehend. He had never fought against this new person that Tom had become, but he had seen enough memories to see the man he had become.
His fighting abilities were literally inhumane. His speed, his spell repertoire and his knowledge of the dark arts added with his so-called weapon of destruction. One that has become his calling card. His rallying banner. His pride. Parseltongue.
The parselmouths have been blessed with the abilities of casting Magic with the help of the Serpent tongue that amplifies the power of the spells. They are extremely fast and pack quite a punch as well.
The purebloods of the traditionalists flock to him with that one factor. The Heir of Salazar Slytherin himself, he calls.
What was partially amusing to the aged man was the fact that if the purebloods ever tried to research the man and look behind his calling card of Slytherin, they would identify things that would have them cleansing themselves for the rest of their lives.
He entered his office and sat on his chair with a sigh. He was about to call for his deputy when he stumbled upon the table which had the Headlines of the day.
RETURN OF THE PEVERELLS
Yes dear readers, you read right. Who doesn't know about the Peverells? One of the oldest families the Wizarding World had ever seen.
The line was said to have gone extinct, but surprise... surprise, we were all wrong.
Yesterday, in a dramatic turn of events in the murder trail of Lord Abraxus Malfoy, the accused, Harry James Potter son of Lord Charlus Potter and Lady Dorea Potter neè Black was proved as self defence.
The young man demanded that he be heard and his memories of the night be shown in front of the Wizengamot.
The memory was displayed after much consideration and verification of its contents. The memory displayed how Lord Potter and Lord Black along with his families were attacked by a masked group of terrorists also known now a days as Death Eaters. That was not all, the two families were faced with a threat of werewolves among the men and in such a tense situation, the young man performed accordingly. He decimated the men that attacked his family and fought the werewolves.
What was more surprising was that Mr Potter is an Animagus too. At such a young age.
The next shock was dropped when the young man, after proving himself innocent, went up to the lord's place and then, to the surprise of the room, the Totem of the Peverells, the thestral appeared and the young man was found to have the lord's ring on his finger.
Nothing much has been gathered about the young man other than the fact that he is the twin of the Potter Heir.
One thing is certain though that he is certainly one to watch out for. The arrival of the Peverells has changed the scales of the Political balance considerably.
" No. Impossible!" Dumbledore spoke to himself. He felt the wand in his holster suddenly feel very heavy. It felt dead to him. He flicked the wand out of his holster but the wand hissed in his palm and Dumbledore dropped the wand.
The wand fizzled out and became a shade dull.
He tried to touch the wand but the wand emitted a spark.
It felt like it was shielding away from him. The wand felt like it was disgusted to be in his hand.
Dumbledore sat back heavily in his chair as his eyes fell back on the image of young Harry Potter, the newly discovered Lord Peverell.
He then turned back to his wand.
The thought led back to that of Tom Riddle.
Dumbledore groaned as he felt all hundred and twenty odd years of his life for probably only the third time.
The boy probably would attend Hogwarts. That was the only way left to get some answers, but he was not so sure, as the boy was already 15 but had not attended Hogwarts yet.
Tom running rampage, Abraxus Malfoy dying. Antoine Malfoy being killed in such a cruel manner. Now the appearance of this new boy and probably with the most dangerous kind of power in his hands, Harry Potter, the Lord Peverell, Lord to a family feared and respected by all.
Dumbledore rummaged through one of his drawers and pulled out a brown wand. His loyal ebony with dragon heartstring. The wand hummed in tune with his magic.
"Harry Potter." He intoned softly, as he closed his eyes, contemplating his next move.
Things were getting heated and this new player was in the middle of it all.
TBC-----------
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Harry is put on trial for the killing of Malfoy. As you can see, he gets out and in his wake, leaves many raised eyebrows and a political imbalance.
And Narcissa is totally smitten with our hero and that, for some reason, is annoying Bellatrix.
Harry is adjusting in his life with his new family and the family dynamics. The next chapter, he goes to Hogwarts. And we know that Hogwarts is a hub for trouble. Especially with Harry out there.
Add to the fact that Dumbledore is interested in Harry, his life will surely turn extremely interesting.
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