Chapter One: It Starts
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ericadawn16Title: Harry Potter and the Secret of Godric's Hollow
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Harry Potter, Lily Potter, Dudley Dursley, Mark Evans, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU SEX
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Harry has odd dreams.
Author's Note: I started writing this before Order of the Phoenix came out which meant immediate rewrites! Then, I rewrote it repeatedly over and over as more things came out. I think it's time to finish this thing and post it.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/209841.html
Chapter One: It Starts
Summer 1997
The man ran up the cherry wood stairs, past cheery wallpaper that sped by and arrived in a brightly lit nursery, which contained enough toys to remind Harry of Dudley, but it was more feminine. Unfortunately, it also contained Voldemort. He turned around with glee, but the first man felt more terrified for the two others that were present: a girl in a puffy, party dress and a young woman in a loose fitting red number. Voldemort aimed his wand and recited words to make the man grow still, but he was not dead. The little girl with black ringlets broke free of her mother and rushed to her father. The woman watched her from the corner of her eye.
”Will you beg for your life, Aenea?” asked Voldemort, facing the woman.
“No, I won’t," said Aenea. She stood tall as she faced him.
“I will not beg for my life, but I will ask that you spare me for my son’s sake,” said Aenea, clutching her swollen belly.
“And let another Gryffindor be born?” asked Voldemort, “Never.”
Harry could see an upward twinge of Voldemort’s mouth.
“I will kill all of your kind. You cannot hide from me,” he said calmly before adding “Crucio!” She screamed in agony. Tears flowed from her blue eyes and her dirty blond curls shook. Voldemort started to laugh, a cruel hissing sound. He was enjoying this. The young woman struggled to her feet, not wanting to give him that kind of satisfaction.
“No, Tom, no!” she screamed.
“How dare you use that name to address me!” he bellowed.
“Tha gaol agam ort ma mirk hund, ma lassie,” said Aenea in Scottish.
“You are not only her youngest, but you are also the weakest heir,” said Voldemort, gleefully, “Say hello to your dad for me…Avada Kedavra!”
“Mummy!” screamed the little girl as green smoke filled the air. The girl, mad on her face, went right over to Voldemort.
“You’re a bad, bad man. You kill people for fun,” said the girl.
“Aww, are you having a bad birthday? Abidalia is too smart for her age and too smart for her own good. A celebrity when she was born and written down in the book, no doubt,” said the man. He fingered his wand.
“What can a mere child do that a parent couldn’t?” he asked, snickering. The child’s face turned sterner than her years. She wore an expression that seemed so familiar, but Harry couldn’t place it.
“When you die, I’ll be watching,” said Abby, staring coldly with grey eyes followed by words that sounded like childish gibberish. Voldemort hissed a laugh. “Silly girl, I’ll never die,” said Voldemort and he softly added,” Avada Kedavra.” She never heard her father's anguished cries.
The sixteen-year-old boy tossed and turned, trying as if to fight the dream away, but it twisted into something completely different. Harry’s perspective became extremely limited as though he were very small when he caught sight of his hands. He was a baby! He glanced at his surroundings. He didn’t recognise it, but it felt very safe. He noticed another baby walking towards him. The baby was obviously older than him because she walked with a natural grace. She was tall with red curls that were mildly contained by purple bows and green eyes. Harry’s eyes were emerald green, but hers were more of a peridot. Then he saw her. It was the little girl from the other part of the dream, dressed again in a fancy birthday dress. She was jumping up and down and shouting.
“Dogs and cats, dogs and cats! So many people wearing different hats! Dogs and cats!” the little girl chanted.
“Abby, settle down,” said Lily coming toward Harry, “There’s my birthday boy.” She placed a birthday hat on his head. Some more adults came in and started to sing, but before Harry could recognise them, the picture faded. Hedwig had been pecking at his hair, trying to wake him up. He rubbed this part and his scar, which always hurt. Then he tried to remember what was in the dream, but only the woman with the blue eyes stood out.
If only there were some way to contact the order faster than Hedwig, thought Harry. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a fireplace or a portrait to ask. Hedwig would have to do. He pulled out a fresh piece of parchment. The clock said that it was 3:13 AM, but he didn’t care. Voldemort had killed two innocents tonight or had he? The other part of the dream happened long ago. Either way, Dumbledore had to be informed. As soon as he told everything, he gave the letter to Hedwig, his owl, and she flew off to deliver it.
Harry spent the next few days anxiously awaiting the arrival of Hedwig with a response. He found that he couldn’t get the two-part dream out of his mind. The male voice had sounded so familiar, but he couldn’t place it and since the dream was from his point of view, he never saw what the man looked like. Harry also kept thinking about that baby. The baby looked so similar to his mother. Did he have a sister, or was she killed, too? His parents had seemed so real in the dream. He couldn’t remember them because he was only fifteen months old when they died.
Harry wished that he hadn’t had to come back to the Dursleys this summer. The horcruxes still had to be found and they had to be destroyed before Harry could even look for Voldemort. Staying at his aunt and uncle’s felt like a waste of time, but he had promised Dumbledore and he knew it had to do with the blood.
Harry was reading the Daily Prophet. It wasn’t always illuminating, but it was a good way to stay away from Dudley, his cousin. Dudley delighted in Harry’s misfortunes, often causing them, but lately he had been distracted by his girlfriend, Bridget Blanche. A more distressing development was that Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had started to go out of town on weekends leaving Dudley in charge. This meant that not seeing Bridget was very uncommon especially at the breakfast table although it was almost preferable to when his aunt and uncle were there. They had taken to fighting a lot and Dudley blamed Harry. Harry couldn’t exactly disagree with that assessment.
“You,” said a voice which unfortunately belonged to his cousin. Harry looked up from page 3.
“If my parents get a divorce, I’ll pummel you.”
“Not if I have my wand.”
“Well, I’ll get it away from you somehow. Ahh!” screamed Dudley as Hedwig pecked at the window, “It’s that thing, dirty disgusting bird…I’m warning you!”
Harry ignored him and let Hedwig in. She flew to him and nipped his fingers affectionately. Dudley made a disgusted noise and left. Harry took the message attached to her foot which read:
Harry,
Try not to worry about those dreams. We’ll talk later. Have your bags packed for school by next Thursday at 6:00 PM.
Remus
It was the first letter he had gotten from his former professor in over a year and Harry had to wonder whether it meant that Albus had told him about his dream. At least it meant that he was finally allowed to leave. Harry wondered where he was going to be staying.
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The next day was a Sunday so it found Mark Evans in a pew with his parents. The pipes were in fine form, the choir sounded beautiful and Mark was beginning to avoid eye contact with the vicar as the sermon became more than the young man could stomach.
“We need to guard against our children’s influences. It is our duty to protect the precious little ones from eternal damnation. Not only fornication, drugs and violence, but unnaturalness is also detrimental. Even allowing young children to play pretend games with magic, animals talking or riding brooms is to spit in the eye of God. We need to cast such abominations out of life. Get rid of those books, videos and material that promote a Godless lifestyle. Only when we are pure can we attain Heaven and it cannot be done when we condone Satan’s temptations. Satan is the one who gave us magic…”
The man continued, but Mark tried to tune it out as tears rolled down his cheeks.
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Severus Snape apparated into an overly gaudy bedroom on Tuesday. He had no way of knowing for sure that she would come, but he had to know what his godson was up to and there was another perk.
Cissy entered, wearing robes that were detailed with silver; she’d been expecting him. She sat down on the bed and motioned for him to do the same. He complied and she let her guard down.
“He won’t listen to me, my own boy,” she said, on the verge of tears, “My only son blames me for what happened. He thinks I’m responsible for the stunt you pulled with Horace.”
He knew that wording was Draco’s but they both knew that Draco’s suspicions were also correct. He was unable to look her in the eyes.
“I know, but it was for his own good. I didn’t want him to die,” she said, “But only those who obey the Dark Lord know the truth.”
Snape purposely neglected to add that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore had seen the whole incident while invisible.
“Will he ever love me again, Severus?” she asked, the tears splattering onto the spread. He inched closer, saying, “of course.” She tried to stifle her tears, he wiped some of them off with his hand and she looked at him with a hunger in her eyes. It was obvious that she hadn’t been with Lucius in months.
Snape covered her mouth with his and they snogged. It wasn’t the first or second or even the third time that it had happened, but he knew that it didn’t mean anything. Her eyes were closed and it wasn’t the man she was kissing that she was thinking of, but Snape accepted this in exchange for closeness.
Chapter Two: Harry's Birthday Party
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Harry Potter, Lily Potter, Dudley Dursley, Mark Evans, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU SEX
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Harry has odd dreams.
Author's Note: I started writing this before Order of the Phoenix came out which meant immediate rewrites! Then, I rewrote it repeatedly over and over as more things came out. I think it's time to finish this thing and post it.
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/209841.html
Chapter One: It Starts
Summer 1997
The man ran up the cherry wood stairs, past cheery wallpaper that sped by and arrived in a brightly lit nursery, which contained enough toys to remind Harry of Dudley, but it was more feminine. Unfortunately, it also contained Voldemort. He turned around with glee, but the first man felt more terrified for the two others that were present: a girl in a puffy, party dress and a young woman in a loose fitting red number. Voldemort aimed his wand and recited words to make the man grow still, but he was not dead. The little girl with black ringlets broke free of her mother and rushed to her father. The woman watched her from the corner of her eye.
”Will you beg for your life, Aenea?” asked Voldemort, facing the woman.
“No, I won’t," said Aenea. She stood tall as she faced him.
“I will not beg for my life, but I will ask that you spare me for my son’s sake,” said Aenea, clutching her swollen belly.
“And let another Gryffindor be born?” asked Voldemort, “Never.”
Harry could see an upward twinge of Voldemort’s mouth.
“I will kill all of your kind. You cannot hide from me,” he said calmly before adding “Crucio!” She screamed in agony. Tears flowed from her blue eyes and her dirty blond curls shook. Voldemort started to laugh, a cruel hissing sound. He was enjoying this. The young woman struggled to her feet, not wanting to give him that kind of satisfaction.
“No, Tom, no!” she screamed.
“How dare you use that name to address me!” he bellowed.
“Tha gaol agam ort ma mirk hund, ma lassie,” said Aenea in Scottish.
“You are not only her youngest, but you are also the weakest heir,” said Voldemort, gleefully, “Say hello to your dad for me…Avada Kedavra!”
“Mummy!” screamed the little girl as green smoke filled the air. The girl, mad on her face, went right over to Voldemort.
“You’re a bad, bad man. You kill people for fun,” said the girl.
“Aww, are you having a bad birthday? Abidalia is too smart for her age and too smart for her own good. A celebrity when she was born and written down in the book, no doubt,” said the man. He fingered his wand.
“What can a mere child do that a parent couldn’t?” he asked, snickering. The child’s face turned sterner than her years. She wore an expression that seemed so familiar, but Harry couldn’t place it.
“When you die, I’ll be watching,” said Abby, staring coldly with grey eyes followed by words that sounded like childish gibberish. Voldemort hissed a laugh. “Silly girl, I’ll never die,” said Voldemort and he softly added,” Avada Kedavra.” She never heard her father's anguished cries.
The sixteen-year-old boy tossed and turned, trying as if to fight the dream away, but it twisted into something completely different. Harry’s perspective became extremely limited as though he were very small when he caught sight of his hands. He was a baby! He glanced at his surroundings. He didn’t recognise it, but it felt very safe. He noticed another baby walking towards him. The baby was obviously older than him because she walked with a natural grace. She was tall with red curls that were mildly contained by purple bows and green eyes. Harry’s eyes were emerald green, but hers were more of a peridot. Then he saw her. It was the little girl from the other part of the dream, dressed again in a fancy birthday dress. She was jumping up and down and shouting.
“Dogs and cats, dogs and cats! So many people wearing different hats! Dogs and cats!” the little girl chanted.
“Abby, settle down,” said Lily coming toward Harry, “There’s my birthday boy.” She placed a birthday hat on his head. Some more adults came in and started to sing, but before Harry could recognise them, the picture faded. Hedwig had been pecking at his hair, trying to wake him up. He rubbed this part and his scar, which always hurt. Then he tried to remember what was in the dream, but only the woman with the blue eyes stood out.
If only there were some way to contact the order faster than Hedwig, thought Harry. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a fireplace or a portrait to ask. Hedwig would have to do. He pulled out a fresh piece of parchment. The clock said that it was 3:13 AM, but he didn’t care. Voldemort had killed two innocents tonight or had he? The other part of the dream happened long ago. Either way, Dumbledore had to be informed. As soon as he told everything, he gave the letter to Hedwig, his owl, and she flew off to deliver it.
Harry spent the next few days anxiously awaiting the arrival of Hedwig with a response. He found that he couldn’t get the two-part dream out of his mind. The male voice had sounded so familiar, but he couldn’t place it and since the dream was from his point of view, he never saw what the man looked like. Harry also kept thinking about that baby. The baby looked so similar to his mother. Did he have a sister, or was she killed, too? His parents had seemed so real in the dream. He couldn’t remember them because he was only fifteen months old when they died.
Harry wished that he hadn’t had to come back to the Dursleys this summer. The horcruxes still had to be found and they had to be destroyed before Harry could even look for Voldemort. Staying at his aunt and uncle’s felt like a waste of time, but he had promised Dumbledore and he knew it had to do with the blood.
Harry was reading the Daily Prophet. It wasn’t always illuminating, but it was a good way to stay away from Dudley, his cousin. Dudley delighted in Harry’s misfortunes, often causing them, but lately he had been distracted by his girlfriend, Bridget Blanche. A more distressing development was that Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had started to go out of town on weekends leaving Dudley in charge. This meant that not seeing Bridget was very uncommon especially at the breakfast table although it was almost preferable to when his aunt and uncle were there. They had taken to fighting a lot and Dudley blamed Harry. Harry couldn’t exactly disagree with that assessment.
“You,” said a voice which unfortunately belonged to his cousin. Harry looked up from page 3.
“If my parents get a divorce, I’ll pummel you.”
“Not if I have my wand.”
“Well, I’ll get it away from you somehow. Ahh!” screamed Dudley as Hedwig pecked at the window, “It’s that thing, dirty disgusting bird…I’m warning you!”
Harry ignored him and let Hedwig in. She flew to him and nipped his fingers affectionately. Dudley made a disgusted noise and left. Harry took the message attached to her foot which read:
Harry,
Try not to worry about those dreams. We’ll talk later. Have your bags packed for school by next Thursday at 6:00 PM.
Remus
It was the first letter he had gotten from his former professor in over a year and Harry had to wonder whether it meant that Albus had told him about his dream. At least it meant that he was finally allowed to leave. Harry wondered where he was going to be staying.
*************************************************************
The next day was a Sunday so it found Mark Evans in a pew with his parents. The pipes were in fine form, the choir sounded beautiful and Mark was beginning to avoid eye contact with the vicar as the sermon became more than the young man could stomach.
“We need to guard against our children’s influences. It is our duty to protect the precious little ones from eternal damnation. Not only fornication, drugs and violence, but unnaturalness is also detrimental. Even allowing young children to play pretend games with magic, animals talking or riding brooms is to spit in the eye of God. We need to cast such abominations out of life. Get rid of those books, videos and material that promote a Godless lifestyle. Only when we are pure can we attain Heaven and it cannot be done when we condone Satan’s temptations. Satan is the one who gave us magic…”
The man continued, but Mark tried to tune it out as tears rolled down his cheeks.
********************************************************
Severus Snape apparated into an overly gaudy bedroom on Tuesday. He had no way of knowing for sure that she would come, but he had to know what his godson was up to and there was another perk.
Cissy entered, wearing robes that were detailed with silver; she’d been expecting him. She sat down on the bed and motioned for him to do the same. He complied and she let her guard down.
“He won’t listen to me, my own boy,” she said, on the verge of tears, “My only son blames me for what happened. He thinks I’m responsible for the stunt you pulled with Horace.”
He knew that wording was Draco’s but they both knew that Draco’s suspicions were also correct. He was unable to look her in the eyes.
“I know, but it was for his own good. I didn’t want him to die,” she said, “But only those who obey the Dark Lord know the truth.”
Snape purposely neglected to add that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore had seen the whole incident while invisible.
“Will he ever love me again, Severus?” she asked, the tears splattering onto the spread. He inched closer, saying, “of course.” She tried to stifle her tears, he wiped some of them off with his hand and she looked at him with a hunger in her eyes. It was obvious that she hadn’t been with Lucius in months.
Snape covered her mouth with his and they snogged. It wasn’t the first or second or even the third time that it had happened, but he knew that it didn’t mean anything. Her eyes were closed and it wasn’t the man she was kissing that she was thinking of, but Snape accepted this in exchange for closeness.
Chapter Two: Harry's Birthday Party
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Date: 2011-04-04 01:35 am (UTC)Poor Harry having the dreams again.
Naughty Cissa and Severus!
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Date: 2011-04-12 04:19 am (UTC)Who is the little girl?