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Chapter 1
MorganaWhite: Hmmm...conundrums...if I tell you the answer to some of your questions, I spoil the story...but I can answer some of them. No, Harry is not the father of Severus's daughter. As of this moment, this is *not* a time travel fic...course that could change depending on which way the muse runs. As to the DADA teacher, that will be (mostly) answered in this chapter. ::grin::
LdySylbylVimes: Yes, Sev's kid will be explained...later.
VeracityrulesUK, Poohbear, Inugrl2004, LadyNiteRaven, Mikra, Darkless Vasion: Here ya go, Chapter One!
~*~*~
Chapter One:
Chapter Warnings: Implied child abuse.
Before I forget...and I tend to, I should probably let you all know where in the books this takes place. Now, as I said earlier I completely messed with the years, so everything really takes place about ten years later...which simply means that this story runs in the years 2006-7...which I have made Harry's sixth year. Books 1-4 I haven't messed with, Book 5 I slightly changed the ending, and Books 6-7 don't exist.
Last thing...anyone interested in betaing this fic? Email me here: aylmeralaconstance@gmail.com
~*~*
"Boy!"
16 year old Harry James Potter jerked, groaning as his back muscles spasmed. They still weren't completely healed from his beating last night and knowing his uncle, more pain would be forthcoming sometime today.
"BOY!" roared Vernon Dursley as he slammed his fist against the door, nearly splintering the doorpost.
"I'm up sir," replied Harry quite coldly, his eyes narrowed only because he knew Vernon couldn't see it. He wouldn't dare such disrespect and disobedience when Vernon could see, simply to save on beatings. He didn't want to try to explain to Madame Pomfrey why he had more bruises and scars on him. She already threatened to tell Headmaster Dumbledore if he came back this year with one more bruise, wound, or scar.
"You will stay in this room, and you will not make a sound or even so much as breathe heavily or else boy," snarled Vernon through the door. "I have important people coming over and if you ruin this, your past beatings will look like paradise compared to what I will do to you."
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said with a soft sigh. He had planned on seeing if he could sneak his Potions book out of his trunk today while they were gone, as that was the only homework he had yet to complete. He would return to Hogwarts in less than a week and he still had yet to go get his school supplies. He hadn't even heard from the Weasleys, Dumbledore, or even Remus at all this summer and was afraid they had been hurt by Voldemort, despite the lack of news by either Muggle or Magical means.
Hearing his uncle's heavy footsteps move away from his door, Harry flopped backwards on his bed and stared at the ceiling, Hedwig hooting curiously from her cage perched on his desk, her head cocked to one side. She was skinnier than he'd like, but then she only got his leftovers for her supper, being confined to his bedroom.
"It's not like he won't take points off anyway Hedwig," muttered Harry as he closed his eyes. Hedwig hooted and he imagined he heard the curiosity in the tone. "Professor Snape despises me and I wish I knew why."
Hedwig hooted, eyes on her owner, her head nearly upside down. She hated seeing him suffering, especially due to those Muggles that dared to be related to Harry in any way, shape, or form.
Sighing, Harry sat back up before he reached under his bed to rummage for his Defense textbook, parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. As bored as he was going to get, he may as well see about adding more to his foot long Defense essay on Runic Mages. As he flipped open his textbook, he blinked and stopped as he spied a likely paragraph he could use:
Runic Mages are called such because they hold the ability to use and manipulate runic magic. Not much is known of Runic Mages simply because they are so very rare. What is known however is that Runic Mages are very adept at wandless and wordless magic and each Runic Mage follows a specific rune alphabet. The Elder Futhark tends to be the most common used amongst all Runic Mages but some can and do use the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc or the Young (Scandinavian) Futhark. Some mages will use all three Futharks, but will not mix them as then the intent or meaning behind each Futhark becomes confused.
Harry sighed and continued flipping through his book. He already wrote that down earlier in the summer. Seeing another likely looking paragraph, Harry stopped to read:
Runic Mages, despite being very powerful, have one enemy that holds more power than anyone, pureblood or muggle-born, can imagine. This enemy is called Weaver, and almost all of them are female. Like Runic Mages, no one knows much if anything about Weavers, but what we do know is terror inducing. Somehow Weavers hold the ability to change reality. Due to this power, most Weavers have gone into hiding and it is believed that they are all extinct.
"Weavers?" wondered Harry to himself as he shut his book. "Merlin's balls, I don't want to know what Voldemort could do with a Weaver on his side." He shuddered at the thought. If Voldemort ever found a Weaver and could convince him or her that his way was the right way...the Wizarding World was doomed.
---
"Raena Elizabeth Matthews, you stop right there or you are not going to Maria's birthday party!"
Minerva McGonagall watched the four year old child skid to a halt halfway down her driveway, blue eyes wide as if she just remembered that she had to wait for her mother. Minerva smiled as the girl then looked at her, simple curiousity in her eyes and again, Minerva wished for the innocence of the muggle world, especially in America. They didn't have to worry about Voldemort here and the children could grow without the possibility of losing their lives or their family.
"Mama!" Raena yelled as she continued to stare at Minerva. "Someone's at the door!"
"I can see this," said a woman's voice, pulling Minerva's attention from Raena to the twenty year old standing in the front doorway, curiousity but awareness in her sapphire blue eyes, along with distrust. All of which Minerva could understand. "Are you from that KKK copycat group?"
"Excuse me?" asked Minerva startled and confused.
"The idiots dressed in all black with skeleton masks," clarified the woman. "They remind me of the KKK except they're in black, not white."
"Ah, no," said Minerva as she shoved her fear down. The Death Eaters had been here already?!
"But you know who I'm talking about," said the woman, her eyes narrowing. "Raena, dear, go get your uncle."
"'Kay Mama," said Raena before she ran back into the house. "UNCA CAIN!!!!"
"Indoor voice Rae!" The woman yelled over her shoulder before turning her attention back on Minerva. "I'm about to leave, so you have less than five minutes to tell me who you are and why you're here or you can deal with my husband and my brother."
"My name is Minerva McGonagall," said Minerva. "And I'm here to offer you a job to Hogwarts." If this was Brianna Matthews, than she would know Hogwarts by name. If not, then she hadn't broken the Secrecy Act.
"Hogwarts huh?" asked the woman as she was joined by a tall, classically handsome male. He had soft, warm brown eyes and held Raena on his hip.
"Bri, what's going on?" He asked to the woman as he stared at Minerva. She gulped minutely. She recognized that stare, having seen in on Lucius's face when he came up to the school during Draco's third year. It was the glare of, hurt my family and you had better prey I kill you quick.
"I've got a job interview. I need you to take Raena to Maria's party," said the woman.
"Ah," said the male as he glanced down at the quiet four year old. "And you are?" He added as he glanced at Minerva again.
"I am Minerva McGonagall," said Minerva, slightly bemused by the entire thing now.
"I'm Cain Marshall, and I have no doubt you know my sister Brianna," said the male before he snatched the car keys out of Brianna's hand. "What time is it and what time should I be back?"
"Party starts at four in Pohick Bay Regional Park," said Brianna glancing at her watch. "You know where that is?"
"It's down Gunston Rd," said Cain dryly.
"It ends at seven," said Brianna with a smirk before she leaned down and kissed Raena's forehead. "Have fun love and please, do not try to beat up Mark again."
"I won't if he's nice," retorted Raena stubbornly and Brianna sighed.
"Behave," Brianna admonished before motioning to Minerva to come up. "Miss or Mrs.?"
"Professor preferably," said Minerva as Cain grabbed his wallet from a bowl just inside the door before preceding to the car parked on the street.
"Come in and be welcomed," said Brianna as she moved to allow Minerva in. "And tell me just what you're hiring me for and why."
"As you wish," said Minerva as she walked into the house.
~TBC~
Author's Note: Pohick Bay Regional Park is located south-west of Ft. Belvoir in Virginia if anyone's curious. Gunston Rd runs through it, if my memory and Google Maps serves me right. I hope you enjoyed this chapter
LdySylbylVimes: Yes, Sev's kid will be explained...later.
VeracityrulesUK, Poohbear, Inugrl2004, LadyNiteRaven, Mikra, Darkless Vasion: Here ya go, Chapter One!
~*~*~
Chapter One:
Chapter Warnings: Implied child abuse.
Before I forget...and I tend to, I should probably let you all know where in the books this takes place. Now, as I said earlier I completely messed with the years, so everything really takes place about ten years later...which simply means that this story runs in the years 2006-7...which I have made Harry's sixth year. Books 1-4 I haven't messed with, Book 5 I slightly changed the ending, and Books 6-7 don't exist.
Last thing...anyone interested in betaing this fic? Email me here: aylmeralaconstance@gmail.com
~*~*
"Boy!"
16 year old Harry James Potter jerked, groaning as his back muscles spasmed. They still weren't completely healed from his beating last night and knowing his uncle, more pain would be forthcoming sometime today.
"BOY!" roared Vernon Dursley as he slammed his fist against the door, nearly splintering the doorpost.
"I'm up sir," replied Harry quite coldly, his eyes narrowed only because he knew Vernon couldn't see it. He wouldn't dare such disrespect and disobedience when Vernon could see, simply to save on beatings. He didn't want to try to explain to Madame Pomfrey why he had more bruises and scars on him. She already threatened to tell Headmaster Dumbledore if he came back this year with one more bruise, wound, or scar.
"You will stay in this room, and you will not make a sound or even so much as breathe heavily or else boy," snarled Vernon through the door. "I have important people coming over and if you ruin this, your past beatings will look like paradise compared to what I will do to you."
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said with a soft sigh. He had planned on seeing if he could sneak his Potions book out of his trunk today while they were gone, as that was the only homework he had yet to complete. He would return to Hogwarts in less than a week and he still had yet to go get his school supplies. He hadn't even heard from the Weasleys, Dumbledore, or even Remus at all this summer and was afraid they had been hurt by Voldemort, despite the lack of news by either Muggle or Magical means.
Hearing his uncle's heavy footsteps move away from his door, Harry flopped backwards on his bed and stared at the ceiling, Hedwig hooting curiously from her cage perched on his desk, her head cocked to one side. She was skinnier than he'd like, but then she only got his leftovers for her supper, being confined to his bedroom.
"It's not like he won't take points off anyway Hedwig," muttered Harry as he closed his eyes. Hedwig hooted and he imagined he heard the curiosity in the tone. "Professor Snape despises me and I wish I knew why."
Hedwig hooted, eyes on her owner, her head nearly upside down. She hated seeing him suffering, especially due to those Muggles that dared to be related to Harry in any way, shape, or form.
Sighing, Harry sat back up before he reached under his bed to rummage for his Defense textbook, parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. As bored as he was going to get, he may as well see about adding more to his foot long Defense essay on Runic Mages. As he flipped open his textbook, he blinked and stopped as he spied a likely paragraph he could use:
Runic Mages are called such because they hold the ability to use and manipulate runic magic. Not much is known of Runic Mages simply because they are so very rare. What is known however is that Runic Mages are very adept at wandless and wordless magic and each Runic Mage follows a specific rune alphabet. The Elder Futhark tends to be the most common used amongst all Runic Mages but some can and do use the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc or the Young (Scandinavian) Futhark. Some mages will use all three Futharks, but will not mix them as then the intent or meaning behind each Futhark becomes confused.
Harry sighed and continued flipping through his book. He already wrote that down earlier in the summer. Seeing another likely looking paragraph, Harry stopped to read:
Runic Mages, despite being very powerful, have one enemy that holds more power than anyone, pureblood or muggle-born, can imagine. This enemy is called Weaver, and almost all of them are female. Like Runic Mages, no one knows much if anything about Weavers, but what we do know is terror inducing. Somehow Weavers hold the ability to change reality. Due to this power, most Weavers have gone into hiding and it is believed that they are all extinct.
"Weavers?" wondered Harry to himself as he shut his book. "Merlin's balls, I don't want to know what Voldemort could do with a Weaver on his side." He shuddered at the thought. If Voldemort ever found a Weaver and could convince him or her that his way was the right way...the Wizarding World was doomed.
---
"Raena Elizabeth Matthews, you stop right there or you are not going to Maria's birthday party!"
Minerva McGonagall watched the four year old child skid to a halt halfway down her driveway, blue eyes wide as if she just remembered that she had to wait for her mother. Minerva smiled as the girl then looked at her, simple curiousity in her eyes and again, Minerva wished for the innocence of the muggle world, especially in America. They didn't have to worry about Voldemort here and the children could grow without the possibility of losing their lives or their family.
"Mama!" Raena yelled as she continued to stare at Minerva. "Someone's at the door!"
"I can see this," said a woman's voice, pulling Minerva's attention from Raena to the twenty year old standing in the front doorway, curiousity but awareness in her sapphire blue eyes, along with distrust. All of which Minerva could understand. "Are you from that KKK copycat group?"
"Excuse me?" asked Minerva startled and confused.
"The idiots dressed in all black with skeleton masks," clarified the woman. "They remind me of the KKK except they're in black, not white."
"Ah, no," said Minerva as she shoved her fear down. The Death Eaters had been here already?!
"But you know who I'm talking about," said the woman, her eyes narrowing. "Raena, dear, go get your uncle."
"'Kay Mama," said Raena before she ran back into the house. "UNCA CAIN!!!!"
"Indoor voice Rae!" The woman yelled over her shoulder before turning her attention back on Minerva. "I'm about to leave, so you have less than five minutes to tell me who you are and why you're here or you can deal with my husband and my brother."
"My name is Minerva McGonagall," said Minerva. "And I'm here to offer you a job to Hogwarts." If this was Brianna Matthews, than she would know Hogwarts by name. If not, then she hadn't broken the Secrecy Act.
"Hogwarts huh?" asked the woman as she was joined by a tall, classically handsome male. He had soft, warm brown eyes and held Raena on his hip.
"Bri, what's going on?" He asked to the woman as he stared at Minerva. She gulped minutely. She recognized that stare, having seen in on Lucius's face when he came up to the school during Draco's third year. It was the glare of, hurt my family and you had better prey I kill you quick.
"I've got a job interview. I need you to take Raena to Maria's party," said the woman.
"Ah," said the male as he glanced down at the quiet four year old. "And you are?" He added as he glanced at Minerva again.
"I am Minerva McGonagall," said Minerva, slightly bemused by the entire thing now.
"I'm Cain Marshall, and I have no doubt you know my sister Brianna," said the male before he snatched the car keys out of Brianna's hand. "What time is it and what time should I be back?"
"Party starts at four in Pohick Bay Regional Park," said Brianna glancing at her watch. "You know where that is?"
"It's down Gunston Rd," said Cain dryly.
"It ends at seven," said Brianna with a smirk before she leaned down and kissed Raena's forehead. "Have fun love and please, do not try to beat up Mark again."
"I won't if he's nice," retorted Raena stubbornly and Brianna sighed.
"Behave," Brianna admonished before motioning to Minerva to come up. "Miss or Mrs.?"
"Professor preferably," said Minerva as Cain grabbed his wallet from a bowl just inside the door before preceding to the car parked on the street.
"Come in and be welcomed," said Brianna as she moved to allow Minerva in. "And tell me just what you're hiring me for and why."
"As you wish," said Minerva as she walked into the house.
~TBC~
Author's Note: Pohick Bay Regional Park is located south-west of Ft. Belvoir in Virginia if anyone's curious. Gunston Rd runs through it, if my memory and Google Maps serves me right. I hope you enjoyed this chapter