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Chapter 9: one was at Godric's Hollow.
Harry turned around in bed, he was unable to sleep, and it lasted for several weeks now. Always the same dreams, same visions, the same regrets. It's been over a month he had killed Professor Quirrell. As always it back, he appreciated the stark harshness of the word kill on the tongue. He felt that this word came from his mouth with too much force was far too brutal to be really real for a concept can be attached to it. But every look in the mirror reminded him of the harsh reality. He had drawn his wand like a cowboy of the movies that his Muggle parents liked, and he had pointed towards another human being. He killed him without even thinking, that he had come so naturally that it frightened her. In the future, was it possible that he loses control and kills someone again in a few seconds? After all he could well flipping out against his brother. Besides, think back to his brother deeply irritated. Recently, Ryan was acting so strange to him, as if afraid. Harry had often caught the scan carefully, and sometimes, Ryan looked at him as if he were in front of a stranger. Most of the time, Harry tried not to pay attention.
In a few minutes it would be their birthday and Harry would have twelve. And what better as a birthday present than being recorded for the whole summer?
Returning to his parents, Harry was treated to the most impressive arguments that he had ever attended. The cause? The abortive duel of March. Apparently the bellowing had not been enough. Harry was recorded for the whole summer: ban on out to see these friends, to receive or send owls, and that put him out of it. The only parts where he could stay was the room and the library of Potter, but he had begged his mother, the more academic of the two, and argue that he did not want to fall behind in his duties, in order to go.
Harry then spent his days locked up for work. He finished his homework in less than a week, and now he was training. After all, what could he do?
Elisabeth and Neville tried to visit him, he knew it. Twice the two sorcerers were able to venture to his room, but every time they came to the door, it was as if a radar was switched on, and all the parents arrived in speed and forced them to leave. Given the poor quality of the relationship between Ryan and two friends of Harry, the latter two could not even come to Godric's Hollow. Even Remus was not allowed to visit with Harry, to whom solitude weighed heavily. It was at a point where he was waiting impatiently for someone to bring her lunch or dinner. Because Potter did not have a house elf, Lily is against, it was either Lily or Ryan who brought him food.
Harry had fallen very low in order to wish the company of his family.
He got up and got out of bed to begin to survey the room. From his window he could watch the full moon, and then thought of Remus. He had taken the wolfsbane potion that Professor Snape was preparing for years, and therefore smaller rides with marauders animagus no longer existed, to the chagrin of Black and his father. As with every full moon, Harry hoped that everything was fine and that Remus did not suffer too much.
Midnight finally struck, and Harry felt a dull pain in realizing that was twelve, and that no one would like. His parents went every year to be a party to the survivor, but his friends could not even send a simple owl to wish him happy birthday. Life was decidedly unfair, thought Harry. Such was his reward for preventing the return of Voldemort.
But perhaps the price for killing a man, he blew out his cruel little inner voice. The same one that he repeated for weeks.
In vain he tried not to think about it, still weighed on him the killing on his conscience. At eleven he had already killed a man, what kind of person that made him?
He had had no news of Dumbledore after dropping the stone in his office and that intrigued him greatly. Fortunately Draco was quickly out of the infirmary, he had had a few bruises and a broken rib, quickly made good by magic. A few days after the rescue of the philosopher's stone took place on New Year feast. Harry felt Dumbledore's piercing eyes on him but had royally avoided, something told him that nothing good is apparent from an interview between him and the director. Anyway, one of the few good things that were out of this story was that had made the approximation between Draco and the trio of gold. Harry, Neville and Elisabeth had particularly appreciated the help of the Slytherin, and it had reassured the stripes down Malfoy. Now Harry was really confident in his classmate.
But since he had gone, Harry was lonely and bored royally.
This would not last very long.
A week later, Harry was reading in bed a Muggle novel that Tracey had lent him before the holidays, he heard a loud crack, like the sound of someone transplantation. He turned his head and saw a little house elf who looked frightened about him. An elf wearing a pillowcase full of holes before the arms and legs, and with big green eyes the size of a tennis ball on scanned with a mixture of adoration and fear.
- The boy-who-survived, said the little elf when their eyes met. Oh Mr. Dobby is so honored, he said, making a kind of reverence, and Harry could not be qu'abasourdie. Who owned the elf, and what he was doing in his room?
- Wait, I'm not ... he began to say while out of bed and heading toward the elf, but it began to make funny little noises that could resemble the wailing joy.
- Dobby came to warn Ryan Potter, the great Ryan Potter, he should not return to Hogwarts next year! There are great dangers that await him there, and Ryan Potter is too important to the wizarding world! It must remain safe, and above all never to return to Hogwarts! Begged the little elf who fell to his knees on the floor.
But what the hell is that by Merlin? A stunned Harry thought. Whatever, it might not be so bad if the brat Ryan never returned to Hogwarts. No, no, no, is he scolded, shaking his head. Concentrate Harry. What are we talking this elf?
- I am not a survivor Dobby, Harry said emphasizing each word of course. And I do not understand what you mean, is it that you could explain? he asked, with more sweetness in his voice. But this was not the desired effect.
Dobby flattens even further.
- Oh Ryan Potter is too modest, but he must believe Dobby, Dobby is a house elf who wants his property, he explained between sobs that mini-Harry did not understand the source. Terrible things will happen to Hogwarts next year, there is a conspiracy, he added, his voice much lower, as if afraid to be heard. But Dobby can not say anything because Dobby must keep the secrets of her family!
- Will you tell me which is your family? asked Harry.
Dobby shook his head and assumed a sorry.
- Dobby can not, however, Dobby will have to punish him for coming to prevent Mr Ryan Potter, he said, continuing to look around him. But Ryan Potter's worth, it is too important for that something happens!
Harry laughed inside: the day her brother would be important would be the day that the centaurs would be friends with witches.
- Okay, I Ryan Potter I promise that I will not return to Hogwarts, he said the most solemn tone he could, which was pretty hard. It was a little ashamed of lying in this way a little elf, but after all it was a Slytherin and he was out of question that he does not return to Hogwarts, and given that Dobby did not seem to Ryan did not understand that he could not do much. After all, he probably did not even know that the famous Ryan Potter had a brother, Harry thought bitterly. Too bad, I can not do anything else.
- Oh thank you, Dobby said, his eyes shining. Ryan Potter will not regret it, promise! Harry nodded.
- Want something to eat maybe? Ryan offered him the fake. I still have cookies for my last meal, he said, pointing to the tray that was on his desk.
- Oh Dobby would not dare! The elf exclaimed, wringing his hands. Ryan Potter is too good! I had heard a lot about him, but none did him justice!
- It's nothing, muttered Harry. Great, just what Ryan needed a new groupie!
Dobby was about to reply when the door of his room flew open. Lily Potter appeared.
- What's going on, I heard ... she stopped seeing the house-elf at the bedside of his son, and the latter sitting on his bed, apparently in discussion with the elf. Lily had to rub your eyes to make sure it was not currently hallucinating.
Dobby, seeing the witch sent a small thank you to Harry and hurried Apparate.
Harry looked up towards his mother, but word pipa. Knowing her, she managed to make the blame on him.
- But what is that? she asked, raising his voice. You know that I am against the house elves! And you have no right to visit! Do you think you're smart to disobey orders in this way? It amuses us to turn a fool?
Harry let out a sigh of weariness. I knew it. Still glad it's her and that is not my father entered my room without knocking, moreover, it's nice. Suppose I was to undress or something intimate? But it's not as if I had the right to privacy after all, since I'm a dirty Slytherin cunning and evil.
- I do not know, he lied. His name is Dobby, and he was about to tell me what he was doing in my room when you made him afraid.
Lily looked at him with suspicion, believing apparently do not, right. She watched for a few minutes, but Harry did not lower her eyes. The atmosphere was tense between them, but it was she who gave in first.
- I really do not know why you have become as Harry, she said wearily. You were so cute when you were a child!
- How can you know, you do not paid attention to Ryan, he replied in a voice cruel. He took his book and plunged back in, showing her mother that they pretend conversation, the first in many years, was over.
His mother gave a last breath but said nothing and walked away. Harry looked up from his book when the massive wooden door was shut. Again, he slept poorly that night.
- Harry! Cried the voice of a girl apparently hyper excited. Harry turned around and made a huge smile against his two best friends. God it was good to see them again. He had not been separated from them for so long, since he was a baby really.
Elizabeth Black jumped on him and he put his arms around her, enjoying the contact. Neville next to them laughed.
- Eli the loose, it is also mine, he joked. Elizabeth then stepped back a bit and Neville joined them.
- It's good to see you guys, Harry exclaimed once they were separated. I missed you you never knew existed!
- We missed you too, Elizabeth replied, smoothing her dress witch. Finally a little bit, she said, providing a radiant smile. Good thing Remus managed to convince your parents, if I ended up coming to kidnap you!
Harry laughed on hearing this. Yes still happy that his favorite uncle intervened, pleaded for him for days and days, and that his parents had come to free him. Three days before school to go shopping on the way through. But hey it was better than nothing.
There right now all were in the Leaky Cauldron and Harry enjoyed the crowd eagerly human around him, the sounds of lively conversation and odors diffuse. Remain locked in his room for seven and a half weeks, it was pretty bad.
- I still can not believe they t'aient locked throughout the summer, Neville said with animation, and Harry went back into the conversation.
- Forget it, the important thing is that back together and they will soon return to Hogwarts, Harry replied nonchalantly. In fact you have news for everyone?
- Yes, 'replied Elizabeth. We explained the situation, and everyone sympathizes. Blaise, Draco, Tracey and Daphne have sent us your birthday but we decided that to make up your summer, we would make a little party in the fall, especially for you, King of Slytherin!
Harry was touched by this attention. He loved his friends!
A few minutes later, that is to say, once Ryan's friends were joined at the Leaky Cauldron, went all the way through to buy the business school for young wizards. To avoid any dispute or tension, the trio set off with gold Remus and Gryffindor and Emmett, who made his return to Hogwarts, went with other parents.
Members of the trio took advantage of this golden afternoon was absolutely beautiful, to make up time. Elisabeth and Neville had indeed plenty to tell him apparently.
The first stop of the three children was obviously Flourish and Blotts where they intend to spend much of the afternoon, which suited very well to Remus who loved this store.
So Harry and Elizabeth were immersed in a book of defense against the forces of evil and that Neville was left with Remus find the books they needed for their second year, Harry saw a familiar sight.
At the store entrance, stood a knowledge Slytherin, who on seeing him a little wave of the hand and gave him a smirk, but does not advance. Harry does not mind, he knew that when his father was there, Draco could not possibly show that they were friends.
Harry noticed that Draco was not only his father but also with Theodore Nott, who stared at the floor of a sullen and had not noticed Harry, and someone who would be her father, given the physical resemblance. And apparently, the fathers of her two friends were having an argument with a woman holding the hand of a little girl who must have been about eleven years, certainly a future first year and holding a pot full of books. The little girl seemed to be afraid, but his eyes flashed in the direction of senior Nott.
Harry gave a slight nudge to her best friend, who looked with exasperation. Harry pointed to the protagonists of the finger.
Yes, Draco said that Nott was spending the summer at home, he did not know why, but apparently their parents are still together, preparing something. Finally Draco does not care, it's good enough friends with Nott, apparently they are childhood friends, she explained quickly before returning to his book.
Harry continued to watch the stage, puzzled. He tried to listen, but he could not understand the subject of the dispute. Then, suddenly, the woman pulled out his wand and cast a spell towards Malfoy and Nott seniors, and two former Death Eaters found themselves decked out in boils as colorful as unsightly. Without asking for his, the woman and her daughter left the store in fourth gear. Harry laughed at the sight, and noticed that the two offspring were trying not to do the same, but the smirk on the lips of Draco Malfoy and his sparkling eyes indicated that these efforts were not really successful.
Malfoy and Nott senior looked absolutely furious, and wheeling a dress, they left the store with their progeny. Before leaving Draco sent a nod to Harry and Elizabeth, still deep in his book, and Harry replied with a small wave of his hand and a big smile.
Harry turned around in bed, he was unable to sleep, and it lasted for several weeks now. Always the same dreams, same visions, the same regrets. It's been over a month he had killed Professor Quirrell. As always it back, he appreciated the stark harshness of the word kill on the tongue. He felt that this word came from his mouth with too much force was far too brutal to be really real for a concept can be attached to it. But every look in the mirror reminded him of the harsh reality. He had drawn his wand like a cowboy of the movies that his Muggle parents liked, and he had pointed towards another human being. He killed him without even thinking, that he had come so naturally that it frightened her. In the future, was it possible that he loses control and kills someone again in a few seconds? After all he could well flipping out against his brother. Besides, think back to his brother deeply irritated. Recently, Ryan was acting so strange to him, as if afraid. Harry had often caught the scan carefully, and sometimes, Ryan looked at him as if he were in front of a stranger. Most of the time, Harry tried not to pay attention.
In a few minutes it would be their birthday and Harry would have twelve. And what better as a birthday present than being recorded for the whole summer?
Returning to his parents, Harry was treated to the most impressive arguments that he had ever attended. The cause? The abortive duel of March. Apparently the bellowing had not been enough. Harry was recorded for the whole summer: ban on out to see these friends, to receive or send owls, and that put him out of it. The only parts where he could stay was the room and the library of Potter, but he had begged his mother, the more academic of the two, and argue that he did not want to fall behind in his duties, in order to go.
Harry then spent his days locked up for work. He finished his homework in less than a week, and now he was training. After all, what could he do?
Elisabeth and Neville tried to visit him, he knew it. Twice the two sorcerers were able to venture to his room, but every time they came to the door, it was as if a radar was switched on, and all the parents arrived in speed and forced them to leave. Given the poor quality of the relationship between Ryan and two friends of Harry, the latter two could not even come to Godric's Hollow. Even Remus was not allowed to visit with Harry, to whom solitude weighed heavily. It was at a point where he was waiting impatiently for someone to bring her lunch or dinner. Because Potter did not have a house elf, Lily is against, it was either Lily or Ryan who brought him food.
Harry had fallen very low in order to wish the company of his family.
He got up and got out of bed to begin to survey the room. From his window he could watch the full moon, and then thought of Remus. He had taken the wolfsbane potion that Professor Snape was preparing for years, and therefore smaller rides with marauders animagus no longer existed, to the chagrin of Black and his father. As with every full moon, Harry hoped that everything was fine and that Remus did not suffer too much.
Midnight finally struck, and Harry felt a dull pain in realizing that was twelve, and that no one would like. His parents went every year to be a party to the survivor, but his friends could not even send a simple owl to wish him happy birthday. Life was decidedly unfair, thought Harry. Such was his reward for preventing the return of Voldemort.
But perhaps the price for killing a man, he blew out his cruel little inner voice. The same one that he repeated for weeks.
In vain he tried not to think about it, still weighed on him the killing on his conscience. At eleven he had already killed a man, what kind of person that made him?
He had had no news of Dumbledore after dropping the stone in his office and that intrigued him greatly. Fortunately Draco was quickly out of the infirmary, he had had a few bruises and a broken rib, quickly made good by magic. A few days after the rescue of the philosopher's stone took place on New Year feast. Harry felt Dumbledore's piercing eyes on him but had royally avoided, something told him that nothing good is apparent from an interview between him and the director. Anyway, one of the few good things that were out of this story was that had made the approximation between Draco and the trio of gold. Harry, Neville and Elisabeth had particularly appreciated the help of the Slytherin, and it had reassured the stripes down Malfoy. Now Harry was really confident in his classmate.
But since he had gone, Harry was lonely and bored royally.
This would not last very long.
A week later, Harry was reading in bed a Muggle novel that Tracey had lent him before the holidays, he heard a loud crack, like the sound of someone transplantation. He turned his head and saw a little house elf who looked frightened about him. An elf wearing a pillowcase full of holes before the arms and legs, and with big green eyes the size of a tennis ball on scanned with a mixture of adoration and fear.
- The boy-who-survived, said the little elf when their eyes met. Oh Mr. Dobby is so honored, he said, making a kind of reverence, and Harry could not be qu'abasourdie. Who owned the elf, and what he was doing in his room?
- Wait, I'm not ... he began to say while out of bed and heading toward the elf, but it began to make funny little noises that could resemble the wailing joy.
- Dobby came to warn Ryan Potter, the great Ryan Potter, he should not return to Hogwarts next year! There are great dangers that await him there, and Ryan Potter is too important to the wizarding world! It must remain safe, and above all never to return to Hogwarts! Begged the little elf who fell to his knees on the floor.
But what the hell is that by Merlin? A stunned Harry thought. Whatever, it might not be so bad if the brat Ryan never returned to Hogwarts. No, no, no, is he scolded, shaking his head. Concentrate Harry. What are we talking this elf?
- I am not a survivor Dobby, Harry said emphasizing each word of course. And I do not understand what you mean, is it that you could explain? he asked, with more sweetness in his voice. But this was not the desired effect.
Dobby flattens even further.
- Oh Ryan Potter is too modest, but he must believe Dobby, Dobby is a house elf who wants his property, he explained between sobs that mini-Harry did not understand the source. Terrible things will happen to Hogwarts next year, there is a conspiracy, he added, his voice much lower, as if afraid to be heard. But Dobby can not say anything because Dobby must keep the secrets of her family!
- Will you tell me which is your family? asked Harry.
Dobby shook his head and assumed a sorry.
- Dobby can not, however, Dobby will have to punish him for coming to prevent Mr Ryan Potter, he said, continuing to look around him. But Ryan Potter's worth, it is too important for that something happens!
Harry laughed inside: the day her brother would be important would be the day that the centaurs would be friends with witches.
- Okay, I Ryan Potter I promise that I will not return to Hogwarts, he said the most solemn tone he could, which was pretty hard. It was a little ashamed of lying in this way a little elf, but after all it was a Slytherin and he was out of question that he does not return to Hogwarts, and given that Dobby did not seem to Ryan did not understand that he could not do much. After all, he probably did not even know that the famous Ryan Potter had a brother, Harry thought bitterly. Too bad, I can not do anything else.
- Oh thank you, Dobby said, his eyes shining. Ryan Potter will not regret it, promise! Harry nodded.
- Want something to eat maybe? Ryan offered him the fake. I still have cookies for my last meal, he said, pointing to the tray that was on his desk.
- Oh Dobby would not dare! The elf exclaimed, wringing his hands. Ryan Potter is too good! I had heard a lot about him, but none did him justice!
- It's nothing, muttered Harry. Great, just what Ryan needed a new groupie!
Dobby was about to reply when the door of his room flew open. Lily Potter appeared.
- What's going on, I heard ... she stopped seeing the house-elf at the bedside of his son, and the latter sitting on his bed, apparently in discussion with the elf. Lily had to rub your eyes to make sure it was not currently hallucinating.
Dobby, seeing the witch sent a small thank you to Harry and hurried Apparate.
Harry looked up towards his mother, but word pipa. Knowing her, she managed to make the blame on him.
- But what is that? she asked, raising his voice. You know that I am against the house elves! And you have no right to visit! Do you think you're smart to disobey orders in this way? It amuses us to turn a fool?
Harry let out a sigh of weariness. I knew it. Still glad it's her and that is not my father entered my room without knocking, moreover, it's nice. Suppose I was to undress or something intimate? But it's not as if I had the right to privacy after all, since I'm a dirty Slytherin cunning and evil.
- I do not know, he lied. His name is Dobby, and he was about to tell me what he was doing in my room when you made him afraid.
Lily looked at him with suspicion, believing apparently do not, right. She watched for a few minutes, but Harry did not lower her eyes. The atmosphere was tense between them, but it was she who gave in first.
- I really do not know why you have become as Harry, she said wearily. You were so cute when you were a child!
- How can you know, you do not paid attention to Ryan, he replied in a voice cruel. He took his book and plunged back in, showing her mother that they pretend conversation, the first in many years, was over.
His mother gave a last breath but said nothing and walked away. Harry looked up from his book when the massive wooden door was shut. Again, he slept poorly that night.
- Harry! Cried the voice of a girl apparently hyper excited. Harry turned around and made a huge smile against his two best friends. God it was good to see them again. He had not been separated from them for so long, since he was a baby really.
Elizabeth Black jumped on him and he put his arms around her, enjoying the contact. Neville next to them laughed.
- Eli the loose, it is also mine, he joked. Elizabeth then stepped back a bit and Neville joined them.
- It's good to see you guys, Harry exclaimed once they were separated. I missed you you never knew existed!
- We missed you too, Elizabeth replied, smoothing her dress witch. Finally a little bit, she said, providing a radiant smile. Good thing Remus managed to convince your parents, if I ended up coming to kidnap you!
Harry laughed on hearing this. Yes still happy that his favorite uncle intervened, pleaded for him for days and days, and that his parents had come to free him. Three days before school to go shopping on the way through. But hey it was better than nothing.
There right now all were in the Leaky Cauldron and Harry enjoyed the crowd eagerly human around him, the sounds of lively conversation and odors diffuse. Remain locked in his room for seven and a half weeks, it was pretty bad.
- I still can not believe they t'aient locked throughout the summer, Neville said with animation, and Harry went back into the conversation.
- Forget it, the important thing is that back together and they will soon return to Hogwarts, Harry replied nonchalantly. In fact you have news for everyone?
- Yes, 'replied Elizabeth. We explained the situation, and everyone sympathizes. Blaise, Draco, Tracey and Daphne have sent us your birthday but we decided that to make up your summer, we would make a little party in the fall, especially for you, King of Slytherin!
Harry was touched by this attention. He loved his friends!
A few minutes later, that is to say, once Ryan's friends were joined at the Leaky Cauldron, went all the way through to buy the business school for young wizards. To avoid any dispute or tension, the trio set off with gold Remus and Gryffindor and Emmett, who made his return to Hogwarts, went with other parents.
Members of the trio took advantage of this golden afternoon was absolutely beautiful, to make up time. Elisabeth and Neville had indeed plenty to tell him apparently.
The first stop of the three children was obviously Flourish and Blotts where they intend to spend much of the afternoon, which suited very well to Remus who loved this store.
So Harry and Elizabeth were immersed in a book of defense against the forces of evil and that Neville was left with Remus find the books they needed for their second year, Harry saw a familiar sight.
At the store entrance, stood a knowledge Slytherin, who on seeing him a little wave of the hand and gave him a smirk, but does not advance. Harry does not mind, he knew that when his father was there, Draco could not possibly show that they were friends.
Harry noticed that Draco was not only his father but also with Theodore Nott, who stared at the floor of a sullen and had not noticed Harry, and someone who would be her father, given the physical resemblance. And apparently, the fathers of her two friends were having an argument with a woman holding the hand of a little girl who must have been about eleven years, certainly a future first year and holding a pot full of books. The little girl seemed to be afraid, but his eyes flashed in the direction of senior Nott.
Harry gave a slight nudge to her best friend, who looked with exasperation. Harry pointed to the protagonists of the finger.
Yes, Draco said that Nott was spending the summer at home, he did not know why, but apparently their parents are still together, preparing something. Finally Draco does not care, it's good enough friends with Nott, apparently they are childhood friends, she explained quickly before returning to his book.
Harry continued to watch the stage, puzzled. He tried to listen, but he could not understand the subject of the dispute. Then, suddenly, the woman pulled out his wand and cast a spell towards Malfoy and Nott seniors, and two former Death Eaters found themselves decked out in boils as colorful as unsightly. Without asking for his, the woman and her daughter left the store in fourth gear. Harry laughed at the sight, and noticed that the two offspring were trying not to do the same, but the smirk on the lips of Draco Malfoy and his sparkling eyes indicated that these efforts were not really successful.
Malfoy and Nott senior looked absolutely furious, and wheeling a dress, they left the store with their progeny. Before leaving Draco sent a nod to Harry and Elizabeth, still deep in his book, and Harry replied with a small wave of his hand and a big smile.
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