Paddy




2. The Discovery

Someone slapped Harry in the face and Harry awoke so fast his head was turning and his scar was flaming red.
‘Who… What are you?’ James asked Harry.
‘I’m… I’m… ‘ Harry started crying again.
He couldn’t hold the tears in anymore. He had never seen his father and mother in real life, at least not that he could remember from before his first birthday. Only in pictures and in far lost memories or in ghost-shape he had known them.
Yet, here they both were. In front of him, alive and well.
As were Sirius and Remus.
‘Boy, who are you?’ Lily, Harry’s mother, asked.
Harry looked in her eyes and it was as if he was looking in his own.
‘Mother… Mum… Mum!’
Harry started yelling and he hugged her. Lily looked at the others and hugged Harry back. Only this small thing, made Harry even cry more.
Lily comforted him and Harry smelled her smell.
He suddenly remembered something of his past.
When his parents still were alive.
Lily Evans was holding baby Harry and Harry was playing with his mother’s hair.
He putted it in his mouth and Lily laughed.
Suddenly James came in. ‘It’s him!’ He yelled…
Harry opened his eyes and let go of Lily.
‘No!’ He said.
‘What’s the matter?’ Lily asked gently, yet with a frightened undertone.
‘You’re dead! You all must be dead! Leave me alone!’
Harry yelled and he turned round and pushed people away.
Some screamed too and fell on the flour or in a couch, but nothing could stop Harry except…
‘Young boy, what did you mean with mum?’
Harry stopped and looked at Lily, who was even a bit smaller than him.
Was this young, attractive girl going to be his mother?
He couldn’t believe it, and while he was thinking that someone else pushed him in a chair so he wouldn’t faint again or escape.
James, Sirius, Remus and Peter got closer and investigated his clothes and Harry himself. He, Harry, couldn’t stop looking at his father.
They were exactly the same, only James nose was a bit longer, and his eyes were brown, but they were the same height, weight and had the same messy hair.
The only real big difference was the lightning bolt–scar Harry had.
Sirius checked his eyes from closer by and Harry’s eyes started to tear again.
Again the feelings welled up in him as he didn’t knew how to handle them.
‘Boy, let’s go somewhere quiet. What’s your name, by the way?’
Harry looked at his mother. ‘Harry… Mum… Harry…’
Lily nodded and whispered something to the others.
Harry didn’t care what they said, he was so tired and felt so alone here, even though his “family” was here.
He had never experienced anything what even seemed close to this.
Yes, he had seen them in the Mirror Of Erised, but had he ever spoken or touched them for real?
They took him in a secret passage, where Harry once had hidden with Fred and George Weasley after they had did a prank on the hated Umbridge.
James and Sirius forced him on the floor, and packed around him, so he didn’t had an escape route.
‘Harry, right?’
Harry nodded.
‘Who and what are you?’
Harry looked at his father and sighed.
‘I’m your son.’
James looked at Sirius and they started laughing.
‘That’s a good one,’ They said after a while.
But Lily and Remus weren’t laughing.
Peter just looked frightened and looked as if he was almost going to wet his pants.
‘Really, what’s the truth?’
Harry repeated the same sentence, on a toneless voice.
‘His son?’ Remus asked. Harry nodded in silence, and wiped the upcoming tears away. ‘What do you mean, Harry?’ Lily asked while kneeling down next to him.
‘You are my mother… James is my father… My name is Harry James Potter…’
Lily and James looked at each other.
‘And… What do you mean with “son”?’
‘That…’ Harry started to get angry. Why did they do as if they didn’t knew him?!
Never even thought of him?!
‘I am your son ! You are my parents… you got killed by Voldemort.. You aren’t supposed to be here!! You’re dead!!’
Harry started to yell again.
‘Calm down.’ Sirius said and Harry looked at him.
‘You are my godfather!! You are dead too! I don’t know how I got here… You are all dead!! Go away!!’
Harry grabbed hold of his own hair and pulled his head on to his knees in pure desperateness. He swallowed the tears in and looked at Peter.
‘And you! I want you dead!!’
Harry drew his wand and wanted to get up, but Peter startled and hid behind James. ‘What’s the matter with you?!’ James screamed.
‘I don’t know who you are and how it comes you look so much alike me, but no one is going to treat my friends with dead without getting punished for it!’
And James too grabbed his wand and pointed to his own son.
‘Father!! He is a traitor!! He’ll give you out to Voldemort !! He’ll get you killed!!’
James looked behind him, what Harry an opportunity gave to strike Peter.
‘Petrificus Totalus!’ Harry yelled and Peter fell on the floor.
Sirius give a raw and he jumped at Harry.
Harry was surprised by that foolish act, yet he could defend himself.
‘Stupefy!’ 
Harry yelled and Sirius got struck in the stomach and fell after a drapery.
He saw Sirius fall and he himself fell on the floor and sobbed uncontrollable. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his hands were pressed on his flaming scar.
That was such a strange move that James and the others were immobilised for a moment. ‘Harry?’
Lily looked concerned to her “son”.
She pulled his hands away and saw the scar.
‘How did you got that?’ She asked.
Harry couldn’t speak, but tried to see if Sirius was OK… He was.
Sirius stood up, cursing and swearing.
‘Boy, don’t try that again!’ James said treating.
Lily looked angry to James and sat next to Harry.
‘Where did you get that?’ She asked again.
Harry looked in “his” eyes and shook his head, while his body was shaking with it.
‘No… It.. I didn’t.. I didn’t meant that…’
‘I know you didn’t.. you defended yourself.. Why were you so upset? 
What’s up with the scar?’
Harry couldn’t say anything.
For the thirth time that day he fainted of exhaustion.
When he awoke, he was with Dumbledore in the hospital wing and he had to drink a cup with a damping juice.
Harry swallowed and he was silent for a moment and then he started telling, without really wanting to. Something forced him to talk and to tell his whole life.
‘Who gave you that scar?’ Lily asked again.
‘Voldemort did this… He killed my parents… Lily first… James tried to protect his wife, my mother… Lily yelled to Voldemort to take her and not me… To kill her instead of me… Voldemort said.. he wouldn’t have to kill you… He wanted to kill me…’
‘Why?’
‘The Prophecy…’
Dumbledore looked at Harry.
‘What prophecy?’
‘I don’t know… My Prophecy… Our prophecy…’
‘What happened then?’ Remus said and he too sat next to Harry.
‘Voldemort killed my mum… And tried to kill me… But the curse reflected and hitted him instead… He was only a ghost… A spirit…’
Harry’s eyes started to tear again, but he didn’t cry.
‘Reflected? Are you trying to tell me that you survived a death-curse?’
Harry nodded.
‘I survived it, because-‘
‘Why didn’t he wanted to kill me?’ Lily asked, she herself was white of … Rage?
‘Cause… You weren’t needed.. he hadn’t heard the prophecy whole… Wormtail didn’t told him…’
‘Wormtail?’ Three boys asked in surprise.
Harry nodded. ‘Or Malfoy…’
‘And… What Prophecy is it?’
‘It’s of me and the Dark Lord-‘
‘Who’s that Dark Lord?’
Harry didn’t speak for a moment and went on then.
‘He is The-One-Who-Mustn’t-Be-Named… You-Know-Who… He-Who’s-Name-We-Mustn’t-Speak-Out…’
James, Lily and Sirius looked at Remus and Dumbledore.
That last one just nodded and said to Harry to go on.
‘He terrorises… He and his Deatheathers… Terrorise the whole magical world… And the muggle world… I defied him when I was a child.. But helped him return to full powers…’
Harry was in some kind of trance, so he didn’t realise his eyes started to tear.
‘Cedric died… I didn’t meant to let him die… He wasn’t suppose to come…’
Lily and James looked at each other.
‘Who did you see die?’
‘Cedric… He was the first champion of the Tournament… the Goblet of Fire choose me as second…’
‘Tournament?’ James repeated and Dumbledore nodded, but stayed looking fixated at Harry.
‘Anyone else?’
‘Tom Riddle almost died… I’m glad… he just… Emerged from the diary, Ginny said.. I didn’t wanted her to be hurt… I should have known… Hermione did… But she was attacked by the Basilisk… I killed the Basilisk…‘
Sirius swallowed. ‘You did what?’
‘I killed her… Fawkes helped me…’
Dumbledore looked up.
‘Fawkes?’
‘Dumbledore’s phoenix… And… And…’ 
Tears passed him by. He remembered the death of Sirius.
‘Sirius Black… He died because of me… I didn’t need to go to the Ministry…
The Order wanted to save me… Sirius wasn’t allowed of Dumbledore… he did came.. Bellatrix killed him…’
Harry hands became fists and he clenched them so tight, his fingers came white.
Dumbledore looked really interested and James and the others didn’t knew how to behave.
There were a couple of minutes of silence.
‘And…,’ Dumbledore finally said.
‘How old are you now?’
‘Sixteen.’
‘When are you born?’ Harry opened his eyes, looking to nothing.
‘The 31st of July.’
‘Who’s Dumbledore?’ Dumbledore asked.
‘He… he…’ Harry’s fists even became harder, and Dumbledore noticed that.
‘He is the headmaster of Hogwarts… I hate him!’
You could hear he meant it.
‘He caused the death of my godfather!!’
Harry was silent for a while.
‘He didn’t told me anything about the Prophecy… 
Not even when Voldemort had risen again.’
‘Why do you speak out his name of the dark lord?’
‘Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.’
Harry said in a voice so similar to the one of Dumbledore, even Remus was scared.
‘Sir,’ Remus said. ‘Did you hear that?’
Dumbledore nodded.
‘Sir,’ Remus kept saying. ‘What do you think?’
Dumbledore looked at Harry.
‘I don’t know… We’ll leave him here to rest… Tomorrow we’ll ask him more.’
Everyone nodded and agreed with Dumbledore to don’t say a thing to anyone about this.


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