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Chapter 05
Chapter 5
Harry woke up to the sound of the door being thrown open as a tall man and a petite blond ran into the room.
“We have to get him out of here, there are at least two warlocks searching the floor for him,” said the man as soon as they closed the door.
‘Warlocks? Does he mean wizards? He is a muggle and he knows about wizards? Wait, looking for me? I have to get out of here…’ thought Harry starting to panic, the other people in the room continue to talk, not noticing that he was awake.
“That is not good. There are three more demons downstairs. I think their boss wants the job done pretty bad.” The little blond had a heavy American accent. She removed her jacket and gave it to the older woman, who put it in one of the shopping bags she had in a armchair.
‘Demons? What? Did the wizarding world finally lost it and sent dementors after me? and who are these people?’ Harry was getting more and more confused as he kept listening. At least these people, whoever they were, seemed to want to help him. It was a nice change of pace from the treatment he had received in the past few weeks.
“We must do something fast, we can’t fight our way out of this hospital. It’s too crowded to avoid hurting innocent bystanders, besides, we don’t know if he can be moved.” The man was saying.
“Can’t we just hide for awhile?” asked the older woman, she also had an American accent.
“No, they got locater spells tracking the kid. They would find us anyway.” Said the man.
‘Well, at least they seem to know what they are doing. But why are they helping me?’ Harry kept watching fascinated as these strangers walked around the room talking to each other. They had that easiness that indicated that they were used to working together and had done it quite a lot.
“The window is no good. Too high.” Offered the girl looking out of it.
“The dagger” yelled the older woman. The other two looked at her and Harry’s eyes went wide.
‘the what?’
“You said it would mask the boy’s identity. Couldn’t we do something with it? I don’t mean kill him, but…”
‘Well, thanks.’
“It might work.” Said the girl.
“The risk…” started the man.
“It’s better than certain death.” Interrupted the older woman.
“But it’s not that simple… h-h-he would need a new identity, not simply lose the old one.”
‘Oh, they are considering a ritual…’ Harry finally put the pieces together.
“Adopt him.” Come from the older woman.
“What?”
‘What?’
“You said you wanted other kids, this one needs a chance and who better to deal with him if he turns out to be a menace than us?” reasoned the older woman handing the man a huge ceremonial dagger, “listen, we don’t have the time to argue about this one. I know it’s the right thing to do and it’s his only chance!”
“Do it,” said the girl walking out of the door, “Mom is right, we are his only chance right now and the only ones who can deal with it if he turns out to be one of the bad guys. You work on the spell and I’ll stall whoever is coming.”
“Joyce, It’s not that simple. The kid might not want a new father. He is not even awake, I can simply tie him to me in a ritual. It… it’s preposterous.” The man tried to argue.
In the bed, Harry was doing some thinking of his own. From what he understood, there were two wizards coming his way and some ‘demons’, probably dementors, on their way as well. He had no friends left, everybody had betrayed him and his aunt was signing him away with a smile on her face. These people, even though they were strangers, were willing to adopt him into the family and give him a new chance. They didn’t look like Death Eaters or evil doers of any sort. In fact, they had been in the same room with him while he was unconscious and he was still alive and well as far as he could see.
So, as far as he could see his choices were Azkaban and every witch and wizard in England hating him or a new chance with a spanking new identity and a family of his own. He didn’t have to think long about this one.
“I think is a very good plan.” He said softly from the bed. The two grown-ups spun around and looked at him.
“You’re awake!” stated Giles.
“Hello, how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” Joyce fussed over him.
“I’m fine, thank you. But I think you’re right, we don’t have much time and I agree with the ritual… if you want to do it, there is.”
“Well, yes. I’m afraid we’ll have to take a leap of faith here as we have no time to discuss the matter.” Agreed Giles opening his button down shirt and making a shallow cut in his own hand with the dagger, “Joyce, if you would be so kind to lower his hospital gown, I need to have access to the skin over his heart.”
He begun to chant in a language Harry had never heard before and a strange wind started to blow inside the room. Using his blood, Giles drew a symbol over Harry’s heart and then repeated the process with Harry’s blood over his own heart. A flash of light indicated that the ritual was completed and they hurried to put their clothes as they were before.
Joyce made sure everything looked like it should before opening the door and sending Buffy in. Harry caught a glimpse of two men who had ‘Aurors’ written all over them across the hall, but they only spared one brief glance inside the room before turning the other way. They didn’t even see him! It was like their attention was totally focused someplace else or a notice-me-not spell had been cast on him.
Hallie came in with Joyce to ask a few questions for her files and now Harry was James Lionel Giles, adopted son of Rupert Giles and soon to be resident in Sunnydale California. Finally he would have a normal and quiet life.
Or so he thought.
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Report n. 7685.
July, 17. 1995.
Aurors McCommick and Tesh.
Subject: Harry Potter.
As ordered, our team proceeded to search every hospital in London for the whole day after the car crash leading to the prisoner escape, but found no trace of one Harry Potter in the first three hospitals visited.
Finally, half way into the afternoon we overheard an unidentified woman in hospital personnel garb saying a young man with the prisoner’s description was trying to runaway from the hospital.
We ran downstairs just in time to see the young man in question flee through one of the doors. When we immediately went after him as fast as we could.
We can offer positive identification of the subject as it was observed that it was a black haired man in Hogwarts uniform, small built and very fast on his feet.
When yelled at to stop, the person in question only ran faster so we had to chase him in the muggle streets. Luckily, he didn’t perform any magic.
The chase went on for a few minutes and the subject showed no intention of ever stopping or giving up. So when it was appropriate and out of the view of any muggles, Auror Tesh fired a light expelliarmus at the subject.
Due to his speed at the moment and the fact that he offered no resistance to the hex, the subject was propelled a few meters landing in front of a muggle bus, being subsequently hit by the said bus and thrown against the window of a street shop, receiving multiple cuts from the broken glass.
Outnumbered by muggles, our team had to stand aside and let the subject be taken back to the hospital he had run from and receive muggle medical attention. At the hospital, the subject was positively identified as Harry James Potter, patient of that hospital having been brought there after the car crash earlier mentioned in this report.
The subject received the attention of three muggle doctors and five nurses who manage to stabilize him enough for the time being. His injuries are described as massive cuts in the hands, upper arms and head, which include some disfigurement of his face, two broken ribs, broken arm (left), broken ankle (left) and multiple bruises.
He was later taken to an infirmary where it was possible to administer a few healing potions before transferring the prisoner, still unconscious for safety reasons, back to Azkaban. The prisoner is back in his cell and waiting for a new date to be taken before the Winzegamont.
We had the opportunity of reading his file at the hospital and it said that he had no previous injuries from aforementioned car crash and was only being held for observation while the social workers decided where he was to be taken, as his aunt was giving up on his guardianship.
Contacted by another team of aurors, Mrs. Petunia Dursley confirmed that information.
Case Closed.
End of report.
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In the next few days, Harry and his new family did a little shopping. Much to Buffy’s delight, her new brother had nothing of his own and had to rely on her fashion sense to acquire everything. Harry felt like a life size doll and was quite vocal about it and Buffy simply ignored him and went on shopping. Rupert and Joyce couldn’t stop laughing at their arguments.
The paperwork took a few days but the whole process was almost too easy, it was like someone was facilitating things for them. And since they were adopting a child together, Rupert and Joyce decided to take the final step and go back to US as a complete family.
They told Harry about the Slayer and Harry told them about the Wizarding World and how Voldemort was now back but nobody believed him. They all agreed that the best course of action right now was to contact a few of Giles old friends and have them monitor the situation for the time being, meanwhile Harry would go to US with his family and train with Giles and Buffy in order to be prepared if he ever decided to come back and get himself involved in the fight again.
They would not pressure him either way, it was totally up to him to return or not, after all, there was nothing saying that it was up to him to solve the mess of the wizarding world if he decided to stay away. Inside the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, a small globe with a label reading ‘Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter’ sat quietly and undisturbed, gathering dust.
On July 28, 1995, Rupert Giles and Joyce Summers officially became Mr. and Mrs. Rupert Giles. It was the best birthday present ever for Harry.
One week into August, Giles and Joyce watched their two children sleeping on the plane back home feeling warm and at peace like everything was right in the world. Not once did they stop to consider that their wedding plans had been extremely hasty or that they had made the decision to adopt a child and done so in the same day. Nothing seemed out of place to them.
On the last row of seats, Halfrek contemplated her handiwork. Her latest plan came together without a hitch and another child was delivered from harm. Harry would have a much better life in US and receive all the training that he needed for the day he decided to return to England. Halfrek smiled and for the last time shimmered away. It would be another five years before Harry Potter was seen in England again.
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The Wizarding World had been in an uproar for the past weeks. It all started shortly before the end of the school year at Hogwarts when the boy-who-lived was driven insane by his fame and killed a school mate during the final task of the Triwizard Tournament.
He was immediately taken to a holding cell in Azkaban while the Ministry and Hogwarts staff tried to clean up the mess he made. Cedric Diggory was buried as a national hero and champion of the Triwizard Tournament. The Daily Prophet started a campaign, with plenty of photos of the Diggory family in tears over their dead son, for the Dementors Kiss and each day more and more witches and wizards showed their support for it.
The Ministry was in full swing claiming the Potter vaults and donating their contents to the orphanages created to house Voldemort’s victims, everybody was just too busy being righteous to notice a small detour some of the money made into the account of the minister himself.
At Hogwarts, in the brief period before the students were let out for the summer, the teachers made long speeches to each one of their classes of how one should be mindful of the lure of the dark side and how easily it could corrupt. Ron and Hermione hurried to present themselves as the dramatic victims of an evil wizard and, Oh! How they had been innocent and naïve, offering their friendship to somebody who simply wanted to use them and how were they betrayed in the end.
The student body understood and didn’t hold their innocence against them. They were all fooled by the evil boy-who-lived.
Even now with the new school year about to start in a few days, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office appalled with this whole situation. How could he have been so wrong? The boy fooled each and every one of them posing as a sweet little child while enjoying the glory of having defeated the dark lord. At least the little menace was back at Azkaban, where he belonged.
Sure, Sirius and Remus were giving him a bit of trouble, demanding that Harry was brought to trial as soon as possible. Sirius’s experience with Azkaban was not the best one and of course he would see the similarities between his case and Harry’s, but he had to understand that this time there was no mistake. Harry was guilty and would face the court; it was just a matter of time. Nobody was denying him a trial, like they did Sirius. The wizarding world was even demanding it.
No, there would be no mistakes this time.
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In Azkaban, Sean’s sanity was fast slipping away. He had woken up to a much worse nightmare than the ones he had while sleeping, not the he could escape his new nightmare now even on his dreams. His days and nights were melting in one horrifying single thing from which he couldn’t escape.
He had cried and called for his mother, for anyone, to come and take him away, but nobody come. Just those… shadows. The ones that made him feel cold and miserable. The ones that took his happy memories away.
Deep inside Azkaban, Sean Burns was slowly fading away.
Harry woke up to the sound of the door being thrown open as a tall man and a petite blond ran into the room.
“We have to get him out of here, there are at least two warlocks searching the floor for him,” said the man as soon as they closed the door.
‘Warlocks? Does he mean wizards? He is a muggle and he knows about wizards? Wait, looking for me? I have to get out of here…’ thought Harry starting to panic, the other people in the room continue to talk, not noticing that he was awake.
“That is not good. There are three more demons downstairs. I think their boss wants the job done pretty bad.” The little blond had a heavy American accent. She removed her jacket and gave it to the older woman, who put it in one of the shopping bags she had in a armchair.
‘Demons? What? Did the wizarding world finally lost it and sent dementors after me? and who are these people?’ Harry was getting more and more confused as he kept listening. At least these people, whoever they were, seemed to want to help him. It was a nice change of pace from the treatment he had received in the past few weeks.
“We must do something fast, we can’t fight our way out of this hospital. It’s too crowded to avoid hurting innocent bystanders, besides, we don’t know if he can be moved.” The man was saying.
“Can’t we just hide for awhile?” asked the older woman, she also had an American accent.
“No, they got locater spells tracking the kid. They would find us anyway.” Said the man.
‘Well, at least they seem to know what they are doing. But why are they helping me?’ Harry kept watching fascinated as these strangers walked around the room talking to each other. They had that easiness that indicated that they were used to working together and had done it quite a lot.
“The window is no good. Too high.” Offered the girl looking out of it.
“The dagger” yelled the older woman. The other two looked at her and Harry’s eyes went wide.
‘the what?’
“You said it would mask the boy’s identity. Couldn’t we do something with it? I don’t mean kill him, but…”
‘Well, thanks.’
“It might work.” Said the girl.
“The risk…” started the man.
“It’s better than certain death.” Interrupted the older woman.
“But it’s not that simple… h-h-he would need a new identity, not simply lose the old one.”
‘Oh, they are considering a ritual…’ Harry finally put the pieces together.
“Adopt him.” Come from the older woman.
“What?”
‘What?’
“You said you wanted other kids, this one needs a chance and who better to deal with him if he turns out to be a menace than us?” reasoned the older woman handing the man a huge ceremonial dagger, “listen, we don’t have the time to argue about this one. I know it’s the right thing to do and it’s his only chance!”
“Do it,” said the girl walking out of the door, “Mom is right, we are his only chance right now and the only ones who can deal with it if he turns out to be one of the bad guys. You work on the spell and I’ll stall whoever is coming.”
“Joyce, It’s not that simple. The kid might not want a new father. He is not even awake, I can simply tie him to me in a ritual. It… it’s preposterous.” The man tried to argue.
In the bed, Harry was doing some thinking of his own. From what he understood, there were two wizards coming his way and some ‘demons’, probably dementors, on their way as well. He had no friends left, everybody had betrayed him and his aunt was signing him away with a smile on her face. These people, even though they were strangers, were willing to adopt him into the family and give him a new chance. They didn’t look like Death Eaters or evil doers of any sort. In fact, they had been in the same room with him while he was unconscious and he was still alive and well as far as he could see.
So, as far as he could see his choices were Azkaban and every witch and wizard in England hating him or a new chance with a spanking new identity and a family of his own. He didn’t have to think long about this one.
“I think is a very good plan.” He said softly from the bed. The two grown-ups spun around and looked at him.
“You’re awake!” stated Giles.
“Hello, how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” Joyce fussed over him.
“I’m fine, thank you. But I think you’re right, we don’t have much time and I agree with the ritual… if you want to do it, there is.”
“Well, yes. I’m afraid we’ll have to take a leap of faith here as we have no time to discuss the matter.” Agreed Giles opening his button down shirt and making a shallow cut in his own hand with the dagger, “Joyce, if you would be so kind to lower his hospital gown, I need to have access to the skin over his heart.”
He begun to chant in a language Harry had never heard before and a strange wind started to blow inside the room. Using his blood, Giles drew a symbol over Harry’s heart and then repeated the process with Harry’s blood over his own heart. A flash of light indicated that the ritual was completed and they hurried to put their clothes as they were before.
Joyce made sure everything looked like it should before opening the door and sending Buffy in. Harry caught a glimpse of two men who had ‘Aurors’ written all over them across the hall, but they only spared one brief glance inside the room before turning the other way. They didn’t even see him! It was like their attention was totally focused someplace else or a notice-me-not spell had been cast on him.
Hallie came in with Joyce to ask a few questions for her files and now Harry was James Lionel Giles, adopted son of Rupert Giles and soon to be resident in Sunnydale California. Finally he would have a normal and quiet life.
Or so he thought.
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Report n. 7685.
July, 17. 1995.
Aurors McCommick and Tesh.
Subject: Harry Potter.
As ordered, our team proceeded to search every hospital in London for the whole day after the car crash leading to the prisoner escape, but found no trace of one Harry Potter in the first three hospitals visited.
Finally, half way into the afternoon we overheard an unidentified woman in hospital personnel garb saying a young man with the prisoner’s description was trying to runaway from the hospital.
We ran downstairs just in time to see the young man in question flee through one of the doors. When we immediately went after him as fast as we could.
We can offer positive identification of the subject as it was observed that it was a black haired man in Hogwarts uniform, small built and very fast on his feet.
When yelled at to stop, the person in question only ran faster so we had to chase him in the muggle streets. Luckily, he didn’t perform any magic.
The chase went on for a few minutes and the subject showed no intention of ever stopping or giving up. So when it was appropriate and out of the view of any muggles, Auror Tesh fired a light expelliarmus at the subject.
Due to his speed at the moment and the fact that he offered no resistance to the hex, the subject was propelled a few meters landing in front of a muggle bus, being subsequently hit by the said bus and thrown against the window of a street shop, receiving multiple cuts from the broken glass.
Outnumbered by muggles, our team had to stand aside and let the subject be taken back to the hospital he had run from and receive muggle medical attention. At the hospital, the subject was positively identified as Harry James Potter, patient of that hospital having been brought there after the car crash earlier mentioned in this report.
The subject received the attention of three muggle doctors and five nurses who manage to stabilize him enough for the time being. His injuries are described as massive cuts in the hands, upper arms and head, which include some disfigurement of his face, two broken ribs, broken arm (left), broken ankle (left) and multiple bruises.
He was later taken to an infirmary where it was possible to administer a few healing potions before transferring the prisoner, still unconscious for safety reasons, back to Azkaban. The prisoner is back in his cell and waiting for a new date to be taken before the Winzegamont.
We had the opportunity of reading his file at the hospital and it said that he had no previous injuries from aforementioned car crash and was only being held for observation while the social workers decided where he was to be taken, as his aunt was giving up on his guardianship.
Contacted by another team of aurors, Mrs. Petunia Dursley confirmed that information.
Case Closed.
End of report.
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In the next few days, Harry and his new family did a little shopping. Much to Buffy’s delight, her new brother had nothing of his own and had to rely on her fashion sense to acquire everything. Harry felt like a life size doll and was quite vocal about it and Buffy simply ignored him and went on shopping. Rupert and Joyce couldn’t stop laughing at their arguments.
The paperwork took a few days but the whole process was almost too easy, it was like someone was facilitating things for them. And since they were adopting a child together, Rupert and Joyce decided to take the final step and go back to US as a complete family.
They told Harry about the Slayer and Harry told them about the Wizarding World and how Voldemort was now back but nobody believed him. They all agreed that the best course of action right now was to contact a few of Giles old friends and have them monitor the situation for the time being, meanwhile Harry would go to US with his family and train with Giles and Buffy in order to be prepared if he ever decided to come back and get himself involved in the fight again.
They would not pressure him either way, it was totally up to him to return or not, after all, there was nothing saying that it was up to him to solve the mess of the wizarding world if he decided to stay away. Inside the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, a small globe with a label reading ‘Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter’ sat quietly and undisturbed, gathering dust.
On July 28, 1995, Rupert Giles and Joyce Summers officially became Mr. and Mrs. Rupert Giles. It was the best birthday present ever for Harry.
One week into August, Giles and Joyce watched their two children sleeping on the plane back home feeling warm and at peace like everything was right in the world. Not once did they stop to consider that their wedding plans had been extremely hasty or that they had made the decision to adopt a child and done so in the same day. Nothing seemed out of place to them.
On the last row of seats, Halfrek contemplated her handiwork. Her latest plan came together without a hitch and another child was delivered from harm. Harry would have a much better life in US and receive all the training that he needed for the day he decided to return to England. Halfrek smiled and for the last time shimmered away. It would be another five years before Harry Potter was seen in England again.
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The Wizarding World had been in an uproar for the past weeks. It all started shortly before the end of the school year at Hogwarts when the boy-who-lived was driven insane by his fame and killed a school mate during the final task of the Triwizard Tournament.
He was immediately taken to a holding cell in Azkaban while the Ministry and Hogwarts staff tried to clean up the mess he made. Cedric Diggory was buried as a national hero and champion of the Triwizard Tournament. The Daily Prophet started a campaign, with plenty of photos of the Diggory family in tears over their dead son, for the Dementors Kiss and each day more and more witches and wizards showed their support for it.
The Ministry was in full swing claiming the Potter vaults and donating their contents to the orphanages created to house Voldemort’s victims, everybody was just too busy being righteous to notice a small detour some of the money made into the account of the minister himself.
At Hogwarts, in the brief period before the students were let out for the summer, the teachers made long speeches to each one of their classes of how one should be mindful of the lure of the dark side and how easily it could corrupt. Ron and Hermione hurried to present themselves as the dramatic victims of an evil wizard and, Oh! How they had been innocent and naïve, offering their friendship to somebody who simply wanted to use them and how were they betrayed in the end.
The student body understood and didn’t hold their innocence against them. They were all fooled by the evil boy-who-lived.
Even now with the new school year about to start in a few days, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office appalled with this whole situation. How could he have been so wrong? The boy fooled each and every one of them posing as a sweet little child while enjoying the glory of having defeated the dark lord. At least the little menace was back at Azkaban, where he belonged.
Sure, Sirius and Remus were giving him a bit of trouble, demanding that Harry was brought to trial as soon as possible. Sirius’s experience with Azkaban was not the best one and of course he would see the similarities between his case and Harry’s, but he had to understand that this time there was no mistake. Harry was guilty and would face the court; it was just a matter of time. Nobody was denying him a trial, like they did Sirius. The wizarding world was even demanding it.
No, there would be no mistakes this time.
----------
In Azkaban, Sean’s sanity was fast slipping away. He had woken up to a much worse nightmare than the ones he had while sleeping, not the he could escape his new nightmare now even on his dreams. His days and nights were melting in one horrifying single thing from which he couldn’t escape.
He had cried and called for his mother, for anyone, to come and take him away, but nobody come. Just those… shadows. The ones that made him feel cold and miserable. The ones that took his happy memories away.
Deep inside Azkaban, Sean Burns was slowly fading away.