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Harry looked to the Headmaster who was already seated. Snape was standing in a dark corner of the room. Then he saw the one chair in front of the desk. Harry looked to Dumbledore, then to the Deputy Headmistress, then back again. |
Harry walked over to Professor McGonagall, and once again put her hand into the inside of his elbow. "One of the many things I learned over the summer, was Wizarding etiquette. Something that I should have been taught all along. For example. A wizard shall not sit while a lady is made to stand." Harry led his Head of H... |
All of his teachers looked on in surprise at his casual use of a spell not taught until sixth year, and most people don’t master it until they are adults. |
Albus took in the posture for what it was. Business. "First, I want to tell you how truly sorry that I am, for the way that the Dursleys treated you. I had no idea that they would take things so far. I knew that they may not love you as they should, but I never suspected that they would abuse you." The Headmaster start... |
"Let’s start there Professor. Why did you have no idea? Why was no one sent to check on me?" |
Severus raised a brow. Albus didn’t check on the boy? |
"They were your family Harry. I thought that it would be for the best. In the letter that I left with you, I promised your aunt minimal contact with the magical world until you reached Hogwarts." |
Harry snorted. "They were related to me by blood. They were not my family, they hated me and they took joy in letting me know it." |
Harry stood and walked over to the window and just stared out at the vast grounds. He could hear Fawkes trilling a soothing song. "I want to tell you all a story. A story about a boy named freak." |
All of the adults paused with deep inhalations. Well except for Snape his face was a mask of stone as always. |
"You see freak wasn’t allowed any toys as a kid. Only good little girls and boys got toys. Not freak. His family made him wrap the presents for his cousin, because they were lazy. And one of the phrases that they threw around was "let freak do it’ no matter what the task was. Freak was doing the gardening by the time h... |
Minerva stared in horror at her student, as silent tears rolled down her face. |
"Freak was hit in the head with a hot frying pan because he burned something on the stove when he wasn’t even five yet. Freak’s aunt poured hot oil down his back. At one point, freak was going to start school. They didn’t want him to but the neighbors would talk. So his aunt grabbed him by the neck, and threw him to th... |
Severus didn’t move a muscle. He could poison Albus right now. He didn’t like the brat, but even he would never be so cruel to a child. |
Harry continued. "I wanted so bad for them to love me. To even like me. But no. One time when I was five, my uncle held me down and laughed while my cousin urinated on my face. According to them, my mother was a worthless whore who would spread her legs for anyone who would get her drunk or high. My father was a shiftl... |
"I could take the beatings Headmaster, the fondling, the starvation, my cupboard..." |
"Your cupboard Mr. Potter?" Minerva asked |
Harry pulled out the envelope that Cara said to keep on him for a year, to remind himself that he wasn’t that little boy anymore. To remember that he survived. To accept his past and move on."Can someone tell me how the Hogwarts letters are addressed?" |
"There is a special quill that sends them out. It has the child’s address, and the location of their bedroom. Why do you ask?" |
"Is it automatic, or does someone look at them first." |
"Automatic Mr. Potter, then they are sent off in batches." |
Harry handed the letter to Professor McGonagall and turned back to the window, while stroking Fawkes. |
Minerva took it and read aloud. "Mr. H. Potter. THE CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS!" |
Harry didn’t turn around, but if he had he would have seen the pure aura of rage emanating from the Transfiguration professor. Albus had gone white as had Severus. |
"That’s where they kept me, until my Hogwarts letter arrived. Normally Non Magicals keep cleaning supplies and small odds and ends. In my case they threw down an old crib mattress and the blanket that I came in and kept me in there. That was my bedroom." |
Harry continued to stroke Fawkes. "As I was saying, I could take all of the physical abuse because that pain didn’t last long. What hurt more than anything was the mental scars they left on me. When I was nine I remember making Christmas dinner with all of the trimmings. Then I was forced to sit and watch them eat, whi... |
"Mr. Potter. Why didn’t you come to me?" Minerva asked. |
Harry stopped mid stroke. He turned around slowly to her, but it wasn’t Professor McGonagall he addressed it was Professor Snape. |
"Professor Snape. Though Ron is my best friend, he has appalling table manners." |
Snape snorted. That was the understatement of the year. |
"How would such a thing be handled in your house?" |
"He would have detention everyday until he learned how to eat properly." |
"Professor Snape." Harry continued while still looking at Professor McGonagall. "If you had a student who had never written with a quill before, how would you handle it?" |
"Potter what does this..." Snape began. |
"Please just answer the question. I am trying to show my Head of House why I did not come to her with my abuse, and why the other abused children in her house do not bother to as well." |
"The fifth years and above are to take on a mentor ship roll for all first years who are muggle raised. They teach them how to write with a quill, how to form an essay, how to dress in proper uniform. Even some of the magic raised have trouble, they are tutored as well." Severus could see Minerva breathing hard. |
"Professor Snape. I have heard rumours that you require a two hour study time after most classes let out for the day before dinner. The common room is not only quiet, but the older years are expected to assist the younger years. Is that correct?" |
"Professor Snape. I have also been told that you hold monthly meetings with all of the snakes, to gauge their process or lack of same. Especially if their grades are in jeopardy. Is that also correct?" |
"Yes." Snape hissed. |
Harry’s emerald orbs were on fire. "That. Professor McGonagall, is why I didn’t come to you. It was taught to us early on that you don’t care what we do. Do you know what the seventh years called you when they gave us a quick rundown of the House? McGonagain." |
Minerva took a deep shocking breath. |
"You have too much on your plate to be a good Head of House. So much so, that the older years tell us not to bother to ask for your help. Professor Snape has been bullying Neville and I since we walked into his classroom first year, but you have done nothing! At least Professor Flitwick challenged him to a duel, when h... |
Harry pulled out another letter that he kept on him. It reminded him that some lives were worth saving. |
"The Lost Ones Potter?" Snape sneered at his jibe about Longbottom. |
"That is what we call ourselves. We’re the unwanted... the unloved. We are the abused children that no one is willing to help." Harry looked at Snape head on. Sure in the magic of the amulet that was gifted to him by Lauren and Caleb, that the mind magics that the Professor uses so freely would not penetrate his shield... |
"Do you remember a girl named Agatha Carrows?" |
"Yes. Her aunt said she had an accident at their home and died." |
Harry shook his head. "She escaped. The Lost Ones were able to pool enough money to get her away from Britain. Her uncle Amycus had been using her as a sex slave, not only for himself, but for the right price to anyone else. By the time she was twelve she had had two abortions forced on her. So we learned how to brew t... |
Harry took a breath, and turned towards the Headmaster. His ring was heating up, so he knew that Fred and George were worried he pushed some of his magic through the link in the ring, to let them know that he was fine. He really needed to research the bond the three of them shared. |
"Given what I have told you about not only myself, but what many other children in all four of the houses are going through. If you were me Headmaster, would "I’m sorry’ be enough?" |
Albus looked so sad and so much older than his years... which was saying something. "No Harry. It wouldn’t be." |
"I’m glad you understand my anger towards you Headmaster." Harry cocked his head to the side. "Something just occurred to me. Why was Hagrid the one to show up at the door with my Hogwarts letter, and take me shopping for supplies? I didn’t even know that I was a wizard until he showed up." |
Severus turned to Albus in shock and lost all of his Slytherin mask, and dropped his arms to his side where he had them crossed against his chest before. He liked Hagrid well enough to tolerate him, but to have him escort a non magically raised child for supplies? "You did what?" |
Albus looked uncomfortable. |
"You told me, that you went yourself!" Minerva yelled standing. |
"At the time, I thought that Hagrid would be the most intimidating. The letters were not being returned." |
Harry waved a dismissive hand. "That is the least of my information deluge here today." Harry pulled a parchment from his inner breast pocket and handed it to his Head of House. "It was my understanding that you had received my test scores, Professor." |
"I have not had the chance to check my desk." She raised both brows at what she was seeing. Harry took it from her, made copies for Dumbledore, and Snape. |
"This is a lie Potter. You are worthless at Potions." Snape sneered. |
Harry smirked. "Ordinarily you would be right Professor. But you see, I had a competent teacher this summer. Aditi Singh. Ever heard of her, sir?" Severus went pale. "Yes she has taught me many things about potions, and that’s how I passed the exams, sir. Not only that, I thought back to all of the times that you told ... |
The Headmaster and Deputy, were wide eyed and livid as they turned to Severus. |
Harry smiled as he watched the man cringe. |
"I worked harder than I ever had. I studied harder than I ever had. Did you ever wonder why, a student whose parents were brilliant, produced a son who was so mediocre?" |
"My "relatives’ beat it into me that if I did better than their son, then they would kill me. If I ever did better than their "precious normal’ son. And just so you know, the reason why my summer work was so gods awful, was because they locked all of my school supplies away the moment I came into the house!" Harry’s ey... |
Harry continued. "Every time I saw the joy in your eyes, when you dropped my potion, and gave me a zero for the day. I worked harder, pushing myself that much further. I worked hard as I thought about all of the times that you took points away from Gryffindor for blinking too loudly. Or talking, because we were helping... |
Harry had an evil smile on his face. "My mother had many journals. Both personal and potions related. She had many calculations about different potions. Apparently you and my mother collaborated on charms and potions and how they could work together. I have them all. In the margins she would write "WICAS’. Took me a wh... |
Severus didn’t flinch, his eyes said it all. |
Harry continued. "She loved you. Not as a lover, but as a friend and a magical mentor. She left me letters to give to you. She wanted you to have them if she died. She had non magical birthday cards for you in her trunk ever since that day that you called her a Mudblood, until she died." |
"Oh yes Sevy. I know how my bully of a father and godfather pushed you into calling mum that horrible name. She forgave you instantly, but she was as stubborn as a hippogryff, when it came down to it she admitted in her writings." Harry shook his head and his eyes came up in a steely resolve. "She wanted me to give the... |
Minerva stared at Severus with anger in her eyes, but in truth it was the shame in her heart. She had let her house down, and she now knew just how much. |
There was a banging at the door. He knew who it was was, he had tried to control it but he was so angry! "Open the door. They may break it down soon." Harry whispered. He looked so ashamed. He had laid his soul bare to people who didn’t deserve to know. |
Albus flicked his wand and the door opened. Fred and George stalked in. Fred could see the magic swirling. But George, Sirius, and Ted could only feel Harry’s magic. |
Sirius grabbed him by the back of the neck...hard. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to get his point across. "Calm yourself." |
Harry’s eyes widened. Then went into a submissive posture. "He apologized Siri. Apologized like that would be enough." Harry said in a low voice. |
"We’ll talk about that later. For now..." Sirius sat him in a chair while still holding him by his neck. It was one of the techniques that Cara had taught him to help calm Harry’s magic when his emotions got the best of him. Natasha said that it would take some time to get them under control because Harry had his magic... |
Ted Tonks spoke up. "Headmaster, I was hoping to keep this informal. However given the state of my client’s distress, I am tempted make this more formal at this moment." |
"And what is that Theodore?" |
Ted raised a brow in silent contempt. He was married to a Slytherin after all. "You will address me as Mr. Tonks, Headmaster Dumbledore. I am no longer a student here." |
"My mistake Mr. Tonks. Force of habit and age." Albus gave a slight nod. |
Ted acknowledged his apologies, with a small nod of his head. He knew it was a load of dragon dung. "Sirius. You have the floor." |
Sirius let go of Harry, and Fred put him in his lap. He whispered in his ear, and ran his fingers through his hair. George just surveyed the room while tracing circles around his lower back. He was watching the show that was about to start. |
Sirius stood and faced Dumbledore. |
"Rule number one. Harry is not to meet with you unless it DIRECTLY effects his ability to remain a student here at school, essentially his grades." |
"Sirius. There are things that he must..." |
"Rule number two." Sirius spoke over the Headmaster. "He will not speak to you alone without the Deputy Headmistress present." |
"Rule three. If you violate the previous two rules, I will take Harry and leave Britain to rot." Seeing the look on the Headmaster’s face, Sirius smirked. "Yes. I know of the prophecy. I told you that a while ago. But while I don’t know the whole thing, Harry does, because he felt it would be safer the less people who ... |
"You...told him about the prophecy?" This couldn’t be happening. |
"You and Harry are the only ones who know the full thing, but yes I told him. I won’t keep something like that secret from him since it involves his life." |
Snape paled again. |
"He is too young to have such a burden Sirius. His childhood..." The Headmaster began. |
"Never existed Headmaster." Harry chuckled darkly and stood while a window broke. "Do you know that Sirius was the first adult that I can remember to tell me that he loved me? How proud he was of me? I was thirteen. Molly Weasley was the first adult I can remember to ever hug me. I was eleven. No Headmaster. Because of... |
"What prophecy?" Minerva asked. |
"Oh this is great! You didn’t tell her?" George laughed. |
"Mr. Weasley I felt that the less people who knew the better." |
"Wonderful." George turned to his Head of House. "A prophecy was made by none other than Trelawney, that a child shall be born as the seventh month dies to parents who defied him three times. It’s said he is the one to finish him off. Harry won’t tell us the rest though. Said it was not safe, but just knowing that much... |
Minerva looked incensed. "You and Voldemort are taking the word of that alcoholic fraud?!" |
"I was the one she spoke to. I know a real prophecy when I see and hear one." |
The transfiguration professor threw up her hands. "And you didn’t see fit to train him?! Albus. What has happened to you?" |
Albus just turned away. "Harry may I ask what happened to your scar?" |
Harry shrugged. "Sirius took me somewhere to have it and the dark magic, that was causing me headaches all the time taken care of. My magic feels so much cleaner actually. Are we done?" |
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