Oh My God...
Pairing: SS/HP, RW/HG, BZ/SF... so far
Spoilers:SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter I would be doing some mutated combination of the electric slide, the robot, and the running man on top of Mt. Everest making hundred dollar bill airplanes and cackling...Needless to say I'm not. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.
Summary: When Harry Potter finds out who he really is, a lot of things change. And I mean A LOT He finds his real parents, new feelings for the most unlikely person, and some strange powers. Includes Gods, snarky potion professors, animagi, and oh yes...a lot of SLASH. R/R
Chapter One: And It All Came Crashing Down...
In the smallest bedroom on the second floor next to the master bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive, an ebony haired boy with startling green eyes awoke suddenly. He searched the bedside table for his glasses and placed them on his face. Looking at his alarm clock, he moaned in sleepy frustration. It was only 4:45 in the morning! Harry Potter was pissed. There was something special about Harry.
You see, he is a wizard... Not just any wizard. No, he is known as the Boy Who Lived, for when he was but one year old, he killed a very powerful dark lord named Voldemort and gained his infamous scar that was also a link to Voldemort, though few people actually knew that. Unfortunately, Voldemort hadn't died straight off. Somehow he had survived and had then proceeded to come after Harry year after year after year...until at the end of Harry's 4th year, Voldemort finally succeeded.
Using Harry's blood he resurrected himself and also killed one of Harry's classmates, Cedric Diggory. Harry had been very distraught over this and went through a whole period of blaming himself. He got over this quickly (it seemed to his friends) and decided, he'd never let this happen again... but the fact still remained that the Monster had returned. It was now the summer after 4th year and... 4:45 in the morning.
Harry looked at the clock once again just to make sure he had read the numbers right and to his immense disappointment, he had. Damn Voldemort! It wasn't enough that the man...(could he even really call him that?) had hunted him down ever since he had started school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Why was it always him? He just wished that one day he could sever the connection. He knew he couldn't now. It was too important. Too depended upon right now. If they only knew how much pain it brought him night after night. He slowly got out of bed to write down exactly what had happened. It seemed that Voldemort was no longer hiding his presence. He had attacked a muggle city and had made plans to attack a wizarding community. Dumbledore had to know soon. The attack that had just taken place might have been in Australia, but it was still important. He stumbled over to his desk and took out of a secret compartment some parchment, ink, and a quill.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I've had another vision of Voldemort He has attacked a city in Australia. I couldn't quite catch it, but I believe it was Perth. A lot of muggles and muggle-borns lived there... He's making plans for Phoenix, Texas over in the Americas and he put Professor Snape under Cruciatus 3 times. Once for not making the correct potion to maintain his body (could it be that the spell didn't work correctly?) and twice for not showing the proper respect immediately. I' m sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I did not want to forget.
Harry read the letter over to himself. It sounded very tired and wary, but that was what he was anyway. At least he had been polite and informative, if a bit terse. It would have to do. He still had one more letter to write and it would be his hardest for this one was to Professor Snape. He had left out a lot in that first letter. Mostly because he knew his Professor would try to downplay it as much as possible and he had no business telling what his Professor might not want told.
Dear Professor Snape,
I do realize that it is quite a shock that I would be writing to you, but I've got to tell you that you've got to be more careful than you already are. I know exactly what you're thinking, but for one minute, could you forget what my father and the Marauders did to you in the past? Please, sir, because what I have to say to you is very important and you have to promise to hear me out and take me seriously. I don't know if Professor Dumbledore has told you, but I have a connection with Voldemort through my scar. Through this connection, I am able to see glimpses of his current situations. Usually it happens when he is experiencing intense emotions such as anger and much to my displeasure excitement. I feel it each and every time anyone is put under 'Crucio' or 'Avadaed'.
My warning, Professor Snape must be heeded. I'm telling you to be, if possible, more careful. I mean, walk on eggshells. I've taken walk after walk through that monster's mind and what I've seen isn't pretty. He's starting to suspect something about you. That little display you put on earlier this morning only complicated matters. What were you thinking, Sir? If I were forced to make any comment from your perspective, I'd say that what you did was almost a Gryffindorish thing to do. Sir, really, how much more bloody obvious can you get? No offence intended of course, Professor.
I felt something within you break and I'll assume your 'insolence' was a defense mechanism to keep whatever you had left in tact. You're the strongest person I know, Professor. Yes, even stronger than Professor Dumbledore. I don't want to see you fall. Voldemort is looking forward to this and I'm afraid of what he might do. I know it's pretty daunting to realize that I would be saying all this to you, but remember what I said earlier. Don't believe for one minute that anything I've said is untrue. Thank-you, Professor Snape, for your time and your attention. It was most appreciated.
Harry woke up Hedwig and gave her a sleepy apologetic look as she gave him the 'Evil Owl Eye'.
"Sorry, girl, but I need you to take these to Hogwarts as soon as possible." Hedwig, being the smart creature that she is, could sense the wariness in her master's tone and gave him a friendly nip and stuck out her leg. Harry smiled at her and tied the two pieces of parchment onto her leg and watched as she flew out the window.
Severus Snape, Potions Master, teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, idol of Slytherin house, bane of Gryffindor house, undercover agent, and most appreciated member of the Order of the Phoenix, nearly had a heart attack as he received a letter from his worst enemy's son, Harry Potter. If possible, he was even more surprised when the letter actually made sense, and imagine his shock, made him feel for a miniscule second just a bit guilty. The letter just smacked of Lily Evans in every respect. He could never exactly figure out how she could be so damn polite even when in full reprimanding mode, but the boy couldn't possibly have known how he felt.. He couldn't have possibly seen all of that. He felt Crucio? No, not possible. Without the potion, even the after effects would have one in pain for days... Maybe there was more to Harry Potter than he had originally thought.
"Boy! Down here, this instant!"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." It was now 9 o' clock p.m. in Little Whinging, Surrey. All residents were looking forward to a lovely dinner and then a night of rest and relaxation. Why not? A beautiful night like this? It screamed Sleep! Except one. Harry Potter stood in front of the stove of Number 4 Privet Drive, cooking dinner for his muggle relations. Not by choice, of course. He couldn't help but let his mind wander to the nightmare he had had this morning. He shuddered, that had been the most horrible thing he had witnessed. His mind snapped back to his work when he heard his aunt's shrill voice in the living room.
"Oh! Here's my Dinky Duddiekins!" she gushed. Harry thought he was going to be sick. He put a pot of water to boil on the stove and sank back into his meditative state. All of a sudden the water in the pot began to ripple and before Harry even registered what that meant, Dudley was racing into the kitchen. Harry was pushed into the stove as the bulking mass ran by him. Unfortunately for him, this movement caused the pot of boiling water to fall on his left hand, burning his hand and causing it to blister badly. Dudley turned around as he heard his cousin scream in agony, his piggy eyes widening. He began to laugh with his six bellies jiggling furiously. Hearing the scream, Harry's aunt and uncle burst into the kitchen wanting to know if their precious Dudders was hurt in any way. When they saw him, they instantly relaxed and turned their attention upon the other boy in the room. They sneered at him nastily, noticing the burns on his hand, but not really caring. They did, however, notice the fact that he had not finished making their dinner yet.
"Boy, what do you think you are doing?" Uncle Vernon started.
"Slacking off as usual," Aunt Petunia continued.
"Can't you do anything right, you freak! I won't tolerate your insubordination under my roof!" As Vernon began yelling, Harry could feel a sharp pain from his scar. It blocked out all pain in his hand but, if given the choice, Harry would have gladly accepted the pain in his hand for his head. It was throbbing! That could only mean one thing. He ran out of the kitchen startling his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, darted through the living room, and bounded up the stairs; two by two. Harry slid through the door of his room and slammed it shut. By this time, Uncle Vernon had made it out to the living room.
"Boy! What do you think you're doing?" Vernon shouted getting very red in the face. "Get back down here and finish making us our dinne-"
He was interrupted, however, as front door was blown off its hinges. Men holding sticks, who had on funny black clothes and who were also wearing unusual masks swarmed into the Dursley household. If Vernon hadn't been angry before, then he was certainly angry now. He was blue with rage and you could see the little puffs of steam that were coming out of his ears.
"Now you just see here! What are you doing in my house! I will not stand for this! I'll call the au-" Vernon was shut up as the Killing Curse shot his way and he was instantly dead.
"Now," sad a figure with a silky aristocratic voice. Blond hair could be seen in stark contrast to what he was wearing. "Where is Harry Potter?" The shivering bulk of lard that was Dudley stepped forward from his hiding place behind his mother and puffed out his chest, making him seem even more disgustingly huge than he already was. He sneered now.
"Oh, is that piece of filth all you want? Take him! We never wanted him here in the first place. My...late father tried to beat the freakishness out of him, but it didn't work. Then they took him off to that freak school and we hoped we'd never have to see his abnormal self again. But he came back every summer! We don't want him here. By all means, take him. He's upstairs, second bedroom on the left, the good for nothing lazy lout!" Dudley finished his brief monologue and smiled in, what he thought, was a winning way. Petunia stood in the background, her face shining with pride and happy tears making their way down her, I'd say horse like face, but that would be an insult to horses. Lucius looked at them in disgust and he almost pitied Potter. This was disgusting. Muggles had no right to treat wizards in this way! Absolutely despicable.
"Crucio," he said slowly. Petunia and Dudley began to scream and convulse in pain. "Filthy muggles. At least they told us what we needed to kn-"
"Crucio.Crucio.Crucio." Lucius was cut off by those words. He turned back to see that one of his Death Eaters had decided to cause the muggles even more pain.
"Severus, although our master will be pleased that you have taken an active role in the prevention of muggle pollution, we have more pressing matters at hand. You can torture them all you want after we get the boy." Severus looked up, shocked out of his own little world of mutilation and pain. How dare these muggles hurt his Harry...? Wait a minute when had Potter become His and when had he become Harry? He pondered this as he gave a curt nod to Lucius and then snarled down at the remaining Dursleys, giving them a swift kick. The Death Eaters started up the stairs.
After Harry had bolted up the stairs and slammed the door, he had proceeded to pull out his shrunken trunk which he had never opened anyway, his wand from the secret panel under his bed, and his broom from the closet. Right when he was about to dash out a note to Professor Dumbledore, he heard a 'Crucio' from downstairs and the Death Eaters beginning to start up the stairs. Ministry of Magic be damned! He looked around his sparse bedroom and spotted a box of WWW products. He could have kissed Fred and George if they had been there. He opened his door and levitated some of the products along the stairs. That would at least stall them for a moment. At least long enough for him to write a note to Dumbledore. No sooner had he thought that, an explosion could be heard outside of his door.
"He's booby-trapped the stairs!" someone cried. Harry was in a panic. He quickly freed Hedwig from her cage while writing 'Help' on a piece of parchment. He tied it to her leg and she nipped his fingers in a way that clearly said 'Don't get killed' and flew out the window. He was just preparing to do so himself when his door was blasted open and six very angry and very electric blue looking Death Eaters showed up in his doorway. Harry turned around slowly.
"So... I take it your not fans of the color blue..." Harry said. Lucius growled.
"Er, I'll take that as a 'no'..." Harry said hesitantly.
Lucius growled again and without preamble shot a curse towards Harry. Harry expecting this move was one step ahead of him.
"Scutum!" he shouted. A silvery blue shield snapped up quickly and the curse that had been shot at him dissolved into it. The other five Death Eaters stared on with mouths wide open. Could the Potter boy be that powerful? Blue was the highest level of magic possible! What the hell did silver mean? To have a shield that color...
"Well, Potter, it appears they do teach you something at that school of yours, but it's not enough. Expelle!" Harry's shield flickered, but did not break. This time four other Death Eaters joined in.
"Expelle!" They all shouted together. The magnified Spell hit the shield and this time it disappeared quickly in an explosion of silver blue light.
"This is definitely not good," Harry said as he jumped out of the way of three more spells that, had they hit, would have him crippled for life. He did a backflip over his bed and landed behind a Death Eater.
"Stupefy!" The Death Eater collapsed to the ground unconcious. "One down, five to go."
Clapping startled him from his thoughts and he groaned. He was suddenly glad that the Dursleys had made him sign up with Dudley for Martial Arts and Gymnastics at the beginning of the summer.
"That was very good...but its not good enough." Harry leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, looking at his nails in a bored fashion.
"Tsk, tsk, Lucius. Don't you remember what happened the last time you said something to that extent?" Harry drawled.
"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" Harry fired not giving Lucius time to respond. Three more Death Eaters went down, their wands flying to Harry who quickly broke them in rapid succession
"My, my, my, Potter. That was a very Slytherin thing to do." Lucius began to fire spells every which way, not noticing that the only other concious Death Eater in the room wasn't helping him in anyway. Suddenly one of Lucius' curses hit Harry and he collapsed in pain.
This is bad, Harry thought to himself. Very bad.
Severus Snape was amazed. The boy had done so well, but Severus could tell he was getting fatigued. It was in the way he carried himself. After all, he was still young and had not magically matured yet. Now, the life changing decision. Harry was down for the count and Lucius had that look on his face that clearly said 'I'ma gonna get you! Tee hee! Let the pain and suffering begin!' He could either Stupefy Lucius, therefore confirming his status of traitor or he could do nothing and maintain his status only to later be taken aside by Albus who would gut him and hang him up on the wall for Fawkes to peck at. Not only that, but the man would probably do it with that damnable twinkle in his eyes! He sighed, preparing himself. Just as he raised his wand, he was thwarted by...presents?
I go to a Latin school, what else...
As for the Romance aspects of this fic, I'm hoping to get a little perspective into that next chapter.
Well, that was my first chapter of my first ever fic! I hope ya'll enjoyed it.. Please Read and Review.. Pretty Please?
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