Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?
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Adult ++
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4
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5,771
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61
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Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?
Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, written by J.K. Rowling, does not belong to me, though there are times that I wish it did...like everyday of my life!!! All characters (except Hyacinthe Evans, H.B. Evans, Eros Malfoy, and Micah Johnson) are property of Ms. Rowling, Scholastic Inc., and all other subsidiaries. This is a for-entertainment fanfiction only, and to sue me would be like getting blood from a turnip....I am a college student after all!!!!!!!
This fanfiction takes place pre-HBP, and the events of HBP did not occur.
Summary: During the summer before his sixth-year, Harry meets family that he never knew he had....and finds out some rather interesting things about his true lineage. Draco/Harry, Eros/Micah, Ron/Hermoine, and Neville/Ginny...and miscellaneous other pairings as I see fit to add them.
And now, without further ado.....on the with show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“What are you doing here, you freak!?”
Merlin, Uncle Vernon is loud....Harry thought as he looked up from his History of Magic homework. Someone had knocked on the door about three minutes ago, and Harry could almost picture his uncle sputtering incoherently in shock, surprise, and mortification at whomever it was who had arrived at--Harry looked at the clock--8:00pm. After all, all “respectable” people weren’t out that late on a weeknight.
“I’ve come to see my family, of course.” an unknown voice answered, obviously amused by Vernon’s outburst. “My Dudley.....how you’ve grown.....”
Harry snickered at the thinly veiled disgust in the man’s voice. Dudley was beginning to dwarf the baby walruses at the zoo. Harry looked at himself in the mirror. But I’m as scrawny as ever.
It was true...no 16 year old should be as small as he was. Harry had barely reached 5’5”, and weighed about 120lbs....the only reason he weighed that much was because he was rather well-shaped from playing Quidditch...and muscle weighs more than fat. Malnourishment as a child had taken it’s toll on his body, and he knew he would never reach the height or weight that he was truly meant to.
Damn Dursleys.
“And Petunia....how wonderful you look...”
That man lies like a Slytherin. Harry thought, his eyes watering with the need to repress his laughter. Though this scene was happening downstairs in the living room, he knew that if he laughed aloud, Uncle Vernon would be up here in an instant, his beady eyes narrow in anger, and tomorrow he’d be sporting a blackened right eye to match the left that he already had.
“I wish I could say the same, Hyacinthe.” Petunia stated, obviously disgusted with the visitor. “You look absolutely terrible.”
“You’d think you’d be happy to see your brother, Petunia....where’s my other nephew?”
Harry was instantly confused. Aunt Petunia had a brother? Why hadn’t anybody ever mentioned him? Where had he been for the past 16 years? If Aunt Petunia had a brother, that meant his mum had a brother....
And he had an Uncle he didn’t know existed.
“He’s upstairs, doing his homework for that insufferable school he goes to...”Vernon stated, the disgust evident in his voice, as it always was when he spoke of Hogwarts. “You don’t need to see him....”
“Of course I do...he’s my nephew.” Hyacinthe stated, his voice, though still happy, seemed to be straining. “Besides, I want to spend some time with him this summer. He should meet Hibiscus, after all.”
“Hibiscus? That good-for-nothing Yank brat of your’s?” Uncle Vernon said.
Hyacinthe’s voice was suddenly deadly quiet. “You have alot of nerve, Vernon, talking about my son like that--especially when you’ve messed up your own kid so badly. I want my nephew down here, packed, and ready to go in 15 minutes, or I’m going to Floo Dumbledore. Do I make myself abundantly clear?”
Harry was instantly headed out of his little room and down the stairs. What he saw when he got to the living room shocked him beyond words.
Dudley was sitting on the floor in front of the television, playing a video game and pretending not to notice that Uncle Vernon was backed up against the wall, his massive body flattened as much as possible to the wall opposite Harry. Standing in front of Uncle Vernon was a man who stood about 6’2”, his eyes hard as stared unflinchingly at Vernon--who dwarfed the man by about a hundred pounds. The man was wearing rather nice clothing--a suit jacket and dress pants that were both a rather dark green that reminded Harry of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. A pair of Dragonshide boots graced his feet.
The color would have looked absolutely hideous on anyone else, but the man’s red hair made him look almost elven in appearance. His skin was pale, and one of his hands was stretched out toward Vernon, though he wasn’t touching him at all. It took Harry a few seconds to realize what exactly it was that was holding Vernon to the wall.
This man--presumably Hyacinthe--could do wandless magic.
“Petunia, the Secret-Keeper for Harry is dead....and they believe that the Secret was tortured out of that poor soul before he died. He’s no longer safe here...and as long as he’s here, your family isn’t safe. They’ve brought the American Aurors in to protect him, as well as you lot. The British are too busy hunting down Death-Eaters and Dementors. You lot won’t be bothered--but know that you’re all under the observation of the Ministry. Harry needs to come with me....now.”
“I’ll need my wand and things....” Harry stated.
Hyacinthe turned, dropping the hold he had on Vernon as he looked at Harry. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped forward. Before Harry knew it, he was being held at arms-length, and Hyacinthe was studying him was fervor.
His emerald-green eyes--Harry’s mother’s eyes--were quickly filling with unshed tears. “Merlin, Harry....you look like James....but you’ve got the Evans’ eyes....”
He suddenly looked at the apparel that Harry was sporting before he frowned. “These can not be your clothes.....”
“They were Dudley’s.” Harry said, shrugging. The neckline of the shirt he was wearing fell off one shoulder and he quickly pulled it up.
“You can fit 5 of you into these clothes.....” Hyacinthe stated, his eyes narrow. “We’ll have to get you new things. It’s unacceptable for the heir to the Potter fortune and my own nephew to be wearing hand-me-downs.”
Hyacinthe turned to Vernon, who was glaring at the two of them with increasing malice. “Get Harry’s things, Vernon. Are you deaf or just that disrespectful?”
When Vernon made no attempt to move, Hyacinthe rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll get them myself....you insufferable git.”
Hyacinthe waved his hand in the direction of the cupboard under the stairs and the door unlocked, the entirety of Harry’s trunk flying out to land in front of them. Harry’s things from both upstairs and down flew into it--even his wand made it’s way to the top of the pile of things before the lid closed . Hedwig’s cage came flying down the stairs, though his beloved snowy owl wasn’t in it. Hedwig had been sent on a letter run to Hermoine, Ron, and then Dumbledore.
“How will Hedwig find me?” Harry asked, looking down at the empty cage with worry. Hedwig was his only constant companion, and he knew he would miss her terribly if she couldn’t find him.
Hyacinthe smiled. “That charming snow-owl of your’s?” he asked. “Dumbledore sent her to my son. She’s being well taken care of, I assure you. H.B. is incredible with animals....magical or otherwise.”
“Really?”
“No one has higher marks in “Care of Magical Creatures” at the Salem Magical Institute for Wizards and Witches, I assure you.” Hyacinthe stated. “Let’s get you dressed into something more appropriate before we take you out to a decent supper, shall we?”
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, written by J.K. Rowling, does not belong to me, though there are times that I wish it did...like everyday of my life!!! All characters (except Hyacinthe Evans, H.B. Evans, Eros Malfoy, and Micah Johnson) are property of Ms. Rowling, Scholastic Inc., and all other subsidiaries. This is a for-entertainment fanfiction only, and to sue me would be like getting blood from a turnip....I am a college student after all!!!!!!!
This fanfiction takes place pre-HBP, and the events of HBP did not occur.
Summary: During the summer before his sixth-year, Harry meets family that he never knew he had....and finds out some rather interesting things about his true lineage. Draco/Harry, Eros/Micah, Ron/Hermoine, and Neville/Ginny...and miscellaneous other pairings as I see fit to add them.
And now, without further ado.....on the with show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“What are you doing here, you freak!?”
Merlin, Uncle Vernon is loud....Harry thought as he looked up from his History of Magic homework. Someone had knocked on the door about three minutes ago, and Harry could almost picture his uncle sputtering incoherently in shock, surprise, and mortification at whomever it was who had arrived at--Harry looked at the clock--8:00pm. After all, all “respectable” people weren’t out that late on a weeknight.
“I’ve come to see my family, of course.” an unknown voice answered, obviously amused by Vernon’s outburst. “My Dudley.....how you’ve grown.....”
Harry snickered at the thinly veiled disgust in the man’s voice. Dudley was beginning to dwarf the baby walruses at the zoo. Harry looked at himself in the mirror. But I’m as scrawny as ever.
It was true...no 16 year old should be as small as he was. Harry had barely reached 5’5”, and weighed about 120lbs....the only reason he weighed that much was because he was rather well-shaped from playing Quidditch...and muscle weighs more than fat. Malnourishment as a child had taken it’s toll on his body, and he knew he would never reach the height or weight that he was truly meant to.
Damn Dursleys.
“And Petunia....how wonderful you look...”
That man lies like a Slytherin. Harry thought, his eyes watering with the need to repress his laughter. Though this scene was happening downstairs in the living room, he knew that if he laughed aloud, Uncle Vernon would be up here in an instant, his beady eyes narrow in anger, and tomorrow he’d be sporting a blackened right eye to match the left that he already had.
“I wish I could say the same, Hyacinthe.” Petunia stated, obviously disgusted with the visitor. “You look absolutely terrible.”
“You’d think you’d be happy to see your brother, Petunia....where’s my other nephew?”
Harry was instantly confused. Aunt Petunia had a brother? Why hadn’t anybody ever mentioned him? Where had he been for the past 16 years? If Aunt Petunia had a brother, that meant his mum had a brother....
And he had an Uncle he didn’t know existed.
“He’s upstairs, doing his homework for that insufferable school he goes to...”Vernon stated, the disgust evident in his voice, as it always was when he spoke of Hogwarts. “You don’t need to see him....”
“Of course I do...he’s my nephew.” Hyacinthe stated, his voice, though still happy, seemed to be straining. “Besides, I want to spend some time with him this summer. He should meet Hibiscus, after all.”
“Hibiscus? That good-for-nothing Yank brat of your’s?” Uncle Vernon said.
Hyacinthe’s voice was suddenly deadly quiet. “You have alot of nerve, Vernon, talking about my son like that--especially when you’ve messed up your own kid so badly. I want my nephew down here, packed, and ready to go in 15 minutes, or I’m going to Floo Dumbledore. Do I make myself abundantly clear?”
Harry was instantly headed out of his little room and down the stairs. What he saw when he got to the living room shocked him beyond words.
Dudley was sitting on the floor in front of the television, playing a video game and pretending not to notice that Uncle Vernon was backed up against the wall, his massive body flattened as much as possible to the wall opposite Harry. Standing in front of Uncle Vernon was a man who stood about 6’2”, his eyes hard as stared unflinchingly at Vernon--who dwarfed the man by about a hundred pounds. The man was wearing rather nice clothing--a suit jacket and dress pants that were both a rather dark green that reminded Harry of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. A pair of Dragonshide boots graced his feet.
The color would have looked absolutely hideous on anyone else, but the man’s red hair made him look almost elven in appearance. His skin was pale, and one of his hands was stretched out toward Vernon, though he wasn’t touching him at all. It took Harry a few seconds to realize what exactly it was that was holding Vernon to the wall.
This man--presumably Hyacinthe--could do wandless magic.
“Petunia, the Secret-Keeper for Harry is dead....and they believe that the Secret was tortured out of that poor soul before he died. He’s no longer safe here...and as long as he’s here, your family isn’t safe. They’ve brought the American Aurors in to protect him, as well as you lot. The British are too busy hunting down Death-Eaters and Dementors. You lot won’t be bothered--but know that you’re all under the observation of the Ministry. Harry needs to come with me....now.”
“I’ll need my wand and things....” Harry stated.
Hyacinthe turned, dropping the hold he had on Vernon as he looked at Harry. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped forward. Before Harry knew it, he was being held at arms-length, and Hyacinthe was studying him was fervor.
His emerald-green eyes--Harry’s mother’s eyes--were quickly filling with unshed tears. “Merlin, Harry....you look like James....but you’ve got the Evans’ eyes....”
He suddenly looked at the apparel that Harry was sporting before he frowned. “These can not be your clothes.....”
“They were Dudley’s.” Harry said, shrugging. The neckline of the shirt he was wearing fell off one shoulder and he quickly pulled it up.
“You can fit 5 of you into these clothes.....” Hyacinthe stated, his eyes narrow. “We’ll have to get you new things. It’s unacceptable for the heir to the Potter fortune and my own nephew to be wearing hand-me-downs.”
Hyacinthe turned to Vernon, who was glaring at the two of them with increasing malice. “Get Harry’s things, Vernon. Are you deaf or just that disrespectful?”
When Vernon made no attempt to move, Hyacinthe rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll get them myself....you insufferable git.”
Hyacinthe waved his hand in the direction of the cupboard under the stairs and the door unlocked, the entirety of Harry’s trunk flying out to land in front of them. Harry’s things from both upstairs and down flew into it--even his wand made it’s way to the top of the pile of things before the lid closed . Hedwig’s cage came flying down the stairs, though his beloved snowy owl wasn’t in it. Hedwig had been sent on a letter run to Hermoine, Ron, and then Dumbledore.
“How will Hedwig find me?” Harry asked, looking down at the empty cage with worry. Hedwig was his only constant companion, and he knew he would miss her terribly if she couldn’t find him.
Hyacinthe smiled. “That charming snow-owl of your’s?” he asked. “Dumbledore sent her to my son. She’s being well taken care of, I assure you. H.B. is incredible with animals....magical or otherwise.”
“Really?”
“No one has higher marks in “Care of Magical Creatures” at the Salem Magical Institute for Wizards and Witches, I assure you.” Hyacinthe stated. “Let’s get you dressed into something more appropriate before we take you out to a decent supper, shall we?”
Harry smiled, shrugging. “Right...let’s go.”
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Okay...I hope that was a decent enough beginning. I’ll go into H.B.’s (or Hibiscus’) POV in the next chapter...maybe go into a little bit about my other original characters.
This is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction, so I’m asking that you all be gentle.....though constructive criticism is more than welcome. Flames will be posted--and made fun of--on my personal blog...and I warn you, I’m pretty good with words and I rant with an effectiveness that many find hard to compete with.
Be gentle, guys....it’s my first time.....