A Family Extended
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
19,971
Reviews:
9
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Currently Reading:
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A Family Extended
Chapter 1
August 5, 1985 Scotland, Headmaster’s Office, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster, was sitting in the staff room enjoying his first staff meeting of the year, when two alarms sounded suddenly. All of the staff looked surprised as the alarms went off, and were astounded as Albus literally ran from the room. Minerva and Severus exchanged glances and rushed after the aging wizard.
Upon entering his office, Albus picked up three different magical objects and peered into them. Minerva and Snape watched as the Headmaster grew unnaturally pale and then sank into the nearest chair.
“Albus are you alright?” Minerva asked. They walked towards Albus slowly. They could hear him muttering, “Oh my god,” over and over again.
Severus had never seen the Headmaster look so scared, “Sir, what happened?”
Albus’ head snapped up at the sound of Severus’ voice, “Harry’s dead.” Minerva watched as Severus sank to the floor and held his head in his hands. She slowly made her way to Albus and held both of his hands.
“How?” Snape asked, without lifting his head. McGonagall could hear the pain in his voice.
Albus shook his head, “I don’t know. All I know is that the blood wards have dropped from his relative’s home. The only way for them to fall is for Harry to die.” He looked down at the dormant objects in his hands. “We must now inform the magical community.”
))()((
August 5, 1985, England, Just outside of Surrey
Two huge wolves were battling over the small bundle that lay between them. The large black wolf finally overpowered the graying one and sent him scurrying into the woods. Another wolf and a little boy came out in the clearing. The silvery-white haired boy placed his hand on the black wolf, while he put his other on the raven-haired young man in front of him. He whispered a soft spell and a white light traveled from his companion to the victim. Gradually, it turned dark and once the light was faded the two wolves and the boy curled around the now uninjured one and fell asleep.
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Early the next morning, Harry opened his eyes to a small house and three children being yelled at by their mother. “I could kill the three of you. What were you thinking? Did you not remember anything that I have taught you? Gods, help me, you three drive me mad.”
Harry slowly got up and groaned as his muscles protested. “Where am I?”
“Number Five Tree Hill Lane,” the blonde boy answered. “I’m James and this is Mark and Lydia and our mom, Marsha. Who are you?”
“Harry,” he said, looking about the room. He reached to adjust his glasses and found that they weren’t even on his face. “Hey, how can I see without my glasses?”
Marsha stepped forward, “Let’s eat some breakfast and then we’ll explain everything to you.” She led them into the kitchen, where Harry jumped as a house elf walked by, a plate of food following it. The other children laughed as he hid behind their mother. Marsha picked up the paper and paid the owl. “Dear god, it can’t be.”
The-Boy –Who-Lived DEAD!!!
By Rita Skeeter
Today is a sad day in wizarding world. For today is the day we mourn Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He died yesterday afternoon of unknown causes. Albus and a staff of medi wizards and witches are doing an autopsy to try and figure out if the killing curse cast by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named four years ago.
“I wish we would have had noticed it sooner, then we might have been able to save the boy,” Albus Dumbledore said, as he was the one who had charms making sure the boy was safe where he had been keep with his relatives. “I hope that we do not lose hope and we all remember that he was a symbol that anything is possible. Life must go on and we will prosper.”
For now and well wishes or gifts to honor Mr. Potter are to be sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We need to stand united and we can triumph over anything.
Continued on page 3…
“Well, that explains that. Now Harry, this paper says that you died last night, but as you can tell you are still alive,” Marsha started. “You are a wizard and yes, magic does exist. Lydia and Mark are werewolves, both having been bitten a few years ago. James, here, is about three-quarter veela. Most other things we can explain to you, as you will learn with these hooligans.”
Harry looked at them, “You mean you can be apart of your family?”
“Yes, and we can rename you so you’ll really be apart of our family,” Lydia said, jumping up and pulling Harry from the room. “This could be your room. Please say you’ll stay. Please, please, please.” Marsha laughed as Mark and James joined in trying to convince Harry to stay.
“It is ultimately up to you, Harry,” Marsha said. Harry looked up at her with his green eyes. She noticed that amber coloring had started growing from the around the pupil. He looked so happy and it made her smile.
Harry smiled, “So what’s my new name?”
August 5, 1985 Scotland, Headmaster’s Office, Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster, was sitting in the staff room enjoying his first staff meeting of the year, when two alarms sounded suddenly. All of the staff looked surprised as the alarms went off, and were astounded as Albus literally ran from the room. Minerva and Severus exchanged glances and rushed after the aging wizard.
Upon entering his office, Albus picked up three different magical objects and peered into them. Minerva and Snape watched as the Headmaster grew unnaturally pale and then sank into the nearest chair.
“Albus are you alright?” Minerva asked. They walked towards Albus slowly. They could hear him muttering, “Oh my god,” over and over again.
Severus had never seen the Headmaster look so scared, “Sir, what happened?”
Albus’ head snapped up at the sound of Severus’ voice, “Harry’s dead.” Minerva watched as Severus sank to the floor and held his head in his hands. She slowly made her way to Albus and held both of his hands.
“How?” Snape asked, without lifting his head. McGonagall could hear the pain in his voice.
Albus shook his head, “I don’t know. All I know is that the blood wards have dropped from his relative’s home. The only way for them to fall is for Harry to die.” He looked down at the dormant objects in his hands. “We must now inform the magical community.”
))()((
August 5, 1985, England, Just outside of Surrey
Two huge wolves were battling over the small bundle that lay between them. The large black wolf finally overpowered the graying one and sent him scurrying into the woods. Another wolf and a little boy came out in the clearing. The silvery-white haired boy placed his hand on the black wolf, while he put his other on the raven-haired young man in front of him. He whispered a soft spell and a white light traveled from his companion to the victim. Gradually, it turned dark and once the light was faded the two wolves and the boy curled around the now uninjured one and fell asleep.
+++
Early the next morning, Harry opened his eyes to a small house and three children being yelled at by their mother. “I could kill the three of you. What were you thinking? Did you not remember anything that I have taught you? Gods, help me, you three drive me mad.”
Harry slowly got up and groaned as his muscles protested. “Where am I?”
“Number Five Tree Hill Lane,” the blonde boy answered. “I’m James and this is Mark and Lydia and our mom, Marsha. Who are you?”
“Harry,” he said, looking about the room. He reached to adjust his glasses and found that they weren’t even on his face. “Hey, how can I see without my glasses?”
Marsha stepped forward, “Let’s eat some breakfast and then we’ll explain everything to you.” She led them into the kitchen, where Harry jumped as a house elf walked by, a plate of food following it. The other children laughed as he hid behind their mother. Marsha picked up the paper and paid the owl. “Dear god, it can’t be.”
The-Boy –Who-Lived DEAD!!!
By Rita Skeeter
Today is a sad day in wizarding world. For today is the day we mourn Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He died yesterday afternoon of unknown causes. Albus and a staff of medi wizards and witches are doing an autopsy to try and figure out if the killing curse cast by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named four years ago.
“I wish we would have had noticed it sooner, then we might have been able to save the boy,” Albus Dumbledore said, as he was the one who had charms making sure the boy was safe where he had been keep with his relatives. “I hope that we do not lose hope and we all remember that he was a symbol that anything is possible. Life must go on and we will prosper.”
For now and well wishes or gifts to honor Mr. Potter are to be sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We need to stand united and we can triumph over anything.
Continued on page 3…
“Well, that explains that. Now Harry, this paper says that you died last night, but as you can tell you are still alive,” Marsha started. “You are a wizard and yes, magic does exist. Lydia and Mark are werewolves, both having been bitten a few years ago. James, here, is about three-quarter veela. Most other things we can explain to you, as you will learn with these hooligans.”
Harry looked at them, “You mean you can be apart of your family?”
“Yes, and we can rename you so you’ll really be apart of our family,” Lydia said, jumping up and pulling Harry from the room. “This could be your room. Please say you’ll stay. Please, please, please.” Marsha laughed as Mark and James joined in trying to convince Harry to stay.
“It is ultimately up to you, Harry,” Marsha said. Harry looked up at her with his green eyes. She noticed that amber coloring had started growing from the around the pupil. He looked so happy and it made her smile.
Harry smiled, “So what’s my new name?”