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Where do I sign?

by kumitzin

Dead acts in misterious ways... nad send help from the past

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Fantasy - Characters: Harry,James,Lily,Lupin,Petunia Dursley,Sirius - Warnings: [!] [?] - Published: 2009-01-17 - Updated: 2009-01-18 - 1185 words

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Disclaimer: Potter's not mine, and won't be for quite a looong time (100+ years). the othre characters are mine, however (all those who are not from the Harry Potter's series. They are registered and have an original story each, I'm just re-using them in this one =P)

AN: this is the end of the first 'Bundle' of the story. Meaning: I tend to spend quite some time offline, so a wrap up a couple of chapters and post them all together.


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Life in Privet Drive went uphill from that moment on; although awkward at first, receiving the casual attention of his only living relatives was somewhat nice… even if they had been intimidated into it.

Two months later, few things had changed; the strangest occurrence so far was that Harry actually enjoyed of a nice friendship with his cousin, who apparently only acted ill because of his parents influence.

One day, Little Whinging received the visit of a rather unusual character.

As if in cue from the author, a white limousine made its way to Privet drive, until it parked in front of #4; the passenger door opened from the inside to reveal two square-shouldered bodyguards in black suits, holding the door open for another man; he wore a expensive, pristine white linen suit, white shoes, emerald shirt with lime green & silver tie, stylish black shades covered his eyes and a white hat with a black line. The man carried a pimp cane with a roaring dragon at its head.

The newcomer studied his surroundings before walking the path to the door; it was one of the bodyguards who knocked on the door.

“Yes, who is it?” came Petunia’s voice from the other side as she opened the door.

“Good morning madam” the man in white greeted with a sincere smile “I’m looking for Mr. Harry Potter” he took her hand in his and planted a hiss on the back of her palm “May we come in?”

“Oh! Certainly sir, please, this way.” The woman blushed while leading them to the dining room, crossing Dudley in the corridor she instructed him to tell harry he had visitors “May I offer you something? Tea perhaps?”

“Yes, thank you very much madam” he flashed another smile and the older woman turned beet red. They were invited to sit on the couch before being left alone.

Few minutes later the Boy-Who-Lived ran to the room and into a quite disturbing scene. “Good morning?” he asked upon finding his aunt chatting and flirting with a man in white suit ‘holy cow!’ his mind screamed when the man chose to kiss the woman’s palm before releasing it and turning to him.

“Good morning to you too, Mr. Potter” the man answered politely, offering his hand to shake “Glad to make your acquaintance”

“Emm…. sure” Harry shook his hand

“My name is Marco Giovanni, and I am here on behalf of his highness, the Count of Drakengard.”

“Good god! A Count?” Gasped Petunia

“Yes madam, and probably the last one to be acknowledged as such by the queen” Marco pointed out “You see, he would like to take young Mr. Potter here under his wing well until he is of age and able to care for himself.” Both the woman and the boy looked at each other in disbelief

“Excuse me sir, but how come I’ve never heard of this Count you speak off” probed Harry, trying to detect a trap

“I’m not surprised you haven’t. The Count lives on a private island north of England, but spends most of his time traveling” Unable to fight the urge to know, Harry attempted to read the man’s mind… only to collide against the titanium-hard oclumency ward.

“I see you are familiar with the ‘legilimens’ charm Mr. Potter. Had you asked, we would have gladly lowered our wards” Now the boy was amazed.

“How did you-?”

“We were trained by his highness” was the man’s simple answer.

By then, Petunia Dursley had lost all interest in the man, so she merely excused herself and left.

“Let us speak plainly Mr. Potter; Lord Drakengard is aware of your present condition and of the pact you made” Marco smiled at the reaction of the boy “He didn’t give us any detail as to what this meant, but sent us with this letter for you.” He handed him a roll of parchment with a wax seal with a coat of arms.

Harry took the roll and examined the seal intently. A cross divided the shield in four: the top left part was empty while on the right corner stood a castle; directly below this where five stars arranged to form a bigger star, to its left were two swords; over the shield was placed a crown, surrounded by what appeared to be flames. Directly behind the shield was the form of a roaring dragon. He tried sensing any magic from the object, but none was present.

When Harry opened the letter, he found a small paragraph written in very tidy letter.

Dear Harry Potter.

In behalf of Nancy – that being your death’s name – and your loving parents, I have accepted their plea to watch over your person for as long as it takes you to defeat Tom riddle.

Yours Truly

Drake Firefang
Count of Drakengard

PS: Should you need proof of this, ask Marco for the Picture.


“It says here that you have something else for me.”

“Ah! Yes, an old picture” Marco took it out from his jacket’s inner pocket “Almost forgot about it”

Harry took the muggle picture and jumped in surprise.

The scenario was the entrance of his parent’s house in Godrick’s Hollow. Sirius was holding hands with a long, dark haired woman Harry did not recognize; in the back, a younger Remus was holding a sign with the legend ‘SOLD’ and pointing to the house with a big grin; In front of everyone were Lily in her wedding gown and James in a tuxedo embracing a man that was unknown to him. Behind them all, Harry found a younger Marco Giovanni flirting with who he supposed to be the lady who sold them the house.

They all looked so young happy that the young boy could not stop a tear from escaping his eyes.

“The man in the middle is the Count” interrupted the man in white “He always favored your parents and their friends” he took of his shades to reveal a pair of silvery blue eyes “He used to say they were two of his most gifted students” Harry’s head snapped up at the comment

“Whoa! He was my parent’s teacher?” the other nodded

“Yes, he used to teach in Hogwarts”

“What subject?”

“Defense Against the Dark Arts” as the man finished silence spread on the room.

“…”

“Where do I sign?”

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AN: So, how you like the story so far? I know there isn't much to say, but I assure that the next 3 - 4 chapters won't be as slow as the first bundle.

Cheers

Kumitzin
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