The End of Pretence
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Chapter Three
Told you I hated that first version. Well I've rewritten chapter three. I didn't quite like the last one's flow. I'm quite happy with this one. This is only the first part, it kept wanting to split into two there. I've got the beginning of the second part though, so is should be here soon *crosses fingers*
By the way, I was going in a direction with the whole Ginny being able to use magic already thing, but it made it too complicated. So, momimeanjudy, you should be happy to not I tweeked that scene in the last chapter.
I checked all my ages with hp-lexicon.org and hope they're right. Enjoy!
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Chapter Three
June 24, 1990
Age: 9
Harry had a bit of trouble showing his usual reaction of fear and loathing to Vernon’s announcement that he was going to be stranded on “his street corner” today. Today was the day he was going to go to Gringotts.
After telling him all about their family’s evil machinations (that’s to say, their mother’s evil machinations) that day back in January, the twin told him their vow hey had made. It seems they drew the line at the brainwashing of their little sister, she was supposedly programmed to believe that whatever it may take, be it potion or her natural charm, she was going to be Mrs. Harry Potter. The poor girl was in for a disappointment. After overhearing one of their mum’s “talks” with her eight-year-old, using compulsion charms and other unpleasant things, they decided that they had to stop this anyway they could. Their 11 year old minds had come to the conclusion that actually talking to Harry Potter, who seemed important, and therefore must be strong, and acquire his help. Besides, they thought it was right gross to set up a bloke like that. He should be able to make his own friends and to have him married off so soon? Urg!
When they had decided that was the only way to go, they became stumped on how to actually get a hold of Harry Potter. That is, of course, they noticed a scrawny kid watching them in the shadows.
Harry smiled as he recalled the twins telling him all of this. They were a riot. The way they told a story, switching off with one pantomiming while the other told it, not even making the switch between sentences, but in the middle of them. He had gotten quite dizzy trying to understand it that first time.
When they had found out that he was truly in the dark about not only who he was, but the Wizarding world as a whole, they were appalled. Being a bit rushed because it had been the last day of their winter hols and they had to meet up with their family, they decided on a quick plan of communication. They had seen a pair of journals in a joke shop earlier that would allow whatever was written in one to be read in the other. They quickly got a pair and told him how they worked. Harry had been skeptical until he saw them demonstrate them.
Through them, Harry had learned of everything he now knew of the Wizarding world. Reaching into his secret place, he pulled out the well worn journal. It had been used a lot these past few moths. Harry was still surprised at the fact that no how much they wrote, and they wrote quite a bit, it never filled up. Even after they told him it was a common spell used on journals, it still delighted. Turning to a well worn page, he found the name imprinted halfway down. The writing was a bit shaky and deeply imbedded in the page, like someone who was terrified wrote it. Harry snorted as this thought flitted through. I still amused him how a simple name could bring wizards and witches of all ages to their knees. That’s why they made up ridiculous titles like “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named” and “You-Know-Who” to say instead. Carefully mouthing the name “Voldemort” so his family couldn’t hear, and decide to change their plans to go to London they had made last night, Harry felt a burst of hatred bloom. Voldemort was to blame for all this. He killed Harry’s parents. When he disappeared after trying to kill Harry, He brought Dumbledore’s interest into his life. It’s entirely his fault. Well, his and that fool Dumbledore. It seems the twins believe it was Dumbledore who started the Great Savior of the Wizarding World crap. Harry could do without that. He worked best without anyone noticing him. They were now on the lookout for him, like he was some sort of rock star or something.
The twins had also had some other delightful news for him. When Harry asked them why their sister thought she would get rich if she married her, their reply had been an astounded, “Because mate, you’re a bloody millionaire!”
They then went on to tell them that for the last three years, Dumbledore had been giving them tours of he Potter Vaults, slowly ensuring their mum’s cooperation by appealing to her greed. They told him that with him being the last Potter and all, that he controlled the vast Potter fortune. After finding that Harry had no knowledge of this, they immediately contacted their 19 year old brother, Bill, who had left home, disgusted when he saw what was happening with his family. He had just recently started working an entry-level job at Gringotts, who had the monopoly on the wizard banking industry. He had told them to immediately tell Harry to come to Gringotts as soon as possible.
Which is what his plans for today were, if the Dursley’s ever decided to get up!?? He couldn’t really understand why they were going to London today, of all days. Yesterday had been Dudley’s birthday, and with the amount of presents he got (two of which are already broken), he didn’t see where they had the money to go on this sort of shopping spree. He wasn’t so stupid as to say anything though. It fit into his own plans quite nicely.
Finally hearing his great lard of an uncle thundering down the stairs, he let out one last quick smile before his cupboard door was unlocked so he could cook breakfast.
EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP
Harry gulped as he read the sign on the door:
“Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those that take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.”
He was told he had stuff hat belonged to him here though, so he hoped he didn’t’ have to beware like the sign said. The novel thought that he had something that actually belonged to him that lie beyond those intimidating doors gave him the courage to open them.
It was as if a bomb had gone off, but the explosion was only perceptible to the small creatures that seemed to be in charge. All of the wizards and witches, Harry noticed, didn’t pause in their ordering of the little men with swarthy face, pointed beards, and incredibly long, narrow fingers, to realize they had lost their goblin’s attention for a few seconds after Harry walked into the door. Harry was a bit intimidated, he was too used to being ignored, so he didn’t realize soon after his entrance. Needless to say, he was a bit surprised to look up a few minutes later to see one of the goblins striding towards him purposefully, and realize that he was the only human left in the whole lobby.
“Mr. Potter, my name is Griphook, and we have much to discuss.”
~Alto~
By the way, I was going in a direction with the whole Ginny being able to use magic already thing, but it made it too complicated. So, momimeanjudy, you should be happy to not I tweeked that scene in the last chapter.
I checked all my ages with hp-lexicon.org and hope they're right. Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Three
June 24, 1990
Age: 9
Harry had a bit of trouble showing his usual reaction of fear and loathing to Vernon’s announcement that he was going to be stranded on “his street corner” today. Today was the day he was going to go to Gringotts.
After telling him all about their family’s evil machinations (that’s to say, their mother’s evil machinations) that day back in January, the twin told him their vow hey had made. It seems they drew the line at the brainwashing of their little sister, she was supposedly programmed to believe that whatever it may take, be it potion or her natural charm, she was going to be Mrs. Harry Potter. The poor girl was in for a disappointment. After overhearing one of their mum’s “talks” with her eight-year-old, using compulsion charms and other unpleasant things, they decided that they had to stop this anyway they could. Their 11 year old minds had come to the conclusion that actually talking to Harry Potter, who seemed important, and therefore must be strong, and acquire his help. Besides, they thought it was right gross to set up a bloke like that. He should be able to make his own friends and to have him married off so soon? Urg!
When they had decided that was the only way to go, they became stumped on how to actually get a hold of Harry Potter. That is, of course, they noticed a scrawny kid watching them in the shadows.
Harry smiled as he recalled the twins telling him all of this. They were a riot. The way they told a story, switching off with one pantomiming while the other told it, not even making the switch between sentences, but in the middle of them. He had gotten quite dizzy trying to understand it that first time.
When they had found out that he was truly in the dark about not only who he was, but the Wizarding world as a whole, they were appalled. Being a bit rushed because it had been the last day of their winter hols and they had to meet up with their family, they decided on a quick plan of communication. They had seen a pair of journals in a joke shop earlier that would allow whatever was written in one to be read in the other. They quickly got a pair and told him how they worked. Harry had been skeptical until he saw them demonstrate them.
Through them, Harry had learned of everything he now knew of the Wizarding world. Reaching into his secret place, he pulled out the well worn journal. It had been used a lot these past few moths. Harry was still surprised at the fact that no how much they wrote, and they wrote quite a bit, it never filled up. Even after they told him it was a common spell used on journals, it still delighted. Turning to a well worn page, he found the name imprinted halfway down. The writing was a bit shaky and deeply imbedded in the page, like someone who was terrified wrote it. Harry snorted as this thought flitted through. I still amused him how a simple name could bring wizards and witches of all ages to their knees. That’s why they made up ridiculous titles like “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named” and “You-Know-Who” to say instead. Carefully mouthing the name “Voldemort” so his family couldn’t hear, and decide to change their plans to go to London they had made last night, Harry felt a burst of hatred bloom. Voldemort was to blame for all this. He killed Harry’s parents. When he disappeared after trying to kill Harry, He brought Dumbledore’s interest into his life. It’s entirely his fault. Well, his and that fool Dumbledore. It seems the twins believe it was Dumbledore who started the Great Savior of the Wizarding World crap. Harry could do without that. He worked best without anyone noticing him. They were now on the lookout for him, like he was some sort of rock star or something.
The twins had also had some other delightful news for him. When Harry asked them why their sister thought she would get rich if she married her, their reply had been an astounded, “Because mate, you’re a bloody millionaire!”
They then went on to tell them that for the last three years, Dumbledore had been giving them tours of he Potter Vaults, slowly ensuring their mum’s cooperation by appealing to her greed. They told him that with him being the last Potter and all, that he controlled the vast Potter fortune. After finding that Harry had no knowledge of this, they immediately contacted their 19 year old brother, Bill, who had left home, disgusted when he saw what was happening with his family. He had just recently started working an entry-level job at Gringotts, who had the monopoly on the wizard banking industry. He had told them to immediately tell Harry to come to Gringotts as soon as possible.
Which is what his plans for today were, if the Dursley’s ever decided to get up!?? He couldn’t really understand why they were going to London today, of all days. Yesterday had been Dudley’s birthday, and with the amount of presents he got (two of which are already broken), he didn’t see where they had the money to go on this sort of shopping spree. He wasn’t so stupid as to say anything though. It fit into his own plans quite nicely.
Finally hearing his great lard of an uncle thundering down the stairs, he let out one last quick smile before his cupboard door was unlocked so he could cook breakfast.
EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP*^* EoP
Harry gulped as he read the sign on the door:
“Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those that take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.”
He was told he had stuff hat belonged to him here though, so he hoped he didn’t’ have to beware like the sign said. The novel thought that he had something that actually belonged to him that lie beyond those intimidating doors gave him the courage to open them.
It was as if a bomb had gone off, but the explosion was only perceptible to the small creatures that seemed to be in charge. All of the wizards and witches, Harry noticed, didn’t pause in their ordering of the little men with swarthy face, pointed beards, and incredibly long, narrow fingers, to realize they had lost their goblin’s attention for a few seconds after Harry walked into the door. Harry was a bit intimidated, he was too used to being ignored, so he didn’t realize soon after his entrance. Needless to say, he was a bit surprised to look up a few minutes later to see one of the goblins striding towards him purposefully, and realize that he was the only human left in the whole lobby.
“Mr. Potter, my name is Griphook, and we have much to discuss.”
~Alto~