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Bearing the Light	By : Vergnugen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Bearing the Light
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(Special Author Notes at End of Chapter)

Three minutes until his eleventh birthday.

The boy was sprawled on top of a moth eaten blanket on the ground of the sea hut where his family was currently spending the night. At ten years old he was nothing much to look at were anyone in fact ever to look directly at him. He was small for his age, with wildly tumbling hair and oversized clothes that had been handed down from his overweight cousin.

His name was Harry Potter, and right at that instant he was trying to figure out why he was laying on a rocky floor of a sea hut that was bound to collapse any second from the force of the raging storm outside.

Did Vernon Dursley know who had written the letters that had been addressed to him? What was in that letter that had upset his uncle so much? Who could possibly have wanted to write him a letter to begin with?

�Didn�t we swear when we took him in that we�d stomp out that dangerous nonsense?�

It couldn�t be� No. The Institute was disbanded after the authorities had arrested the kidnapper ring that supplied the Institute with its Students. And they wouldn�t have sent him a message as Harry Potter, certainly. He had never written the letters that had been addressed to him? What was in that letter that had upset his uncle so much? Who could possibly have wanted to write him a letter to begin with?

�Didn�t we swear when we took him in that we�d stomp out that dangerous nonsense?�

In all of his life that he could remember he couldn�t think of a single living person outside of his girl or his Sponsor from the Institute who had ever taken a personal interest in him. Truthfully, he wasn�t sure either of them counted as living people since he didn�t know if either one had survived the Fire that had destroyed the Compound.

�Didn�t we swear when we took him in that we�d stomp out that dangerous nonsense?�

He hoped they had. They were among the best there was in that letter that had upset his uncle so much? Who could possibly have wanted to write him a letter to begin with? Green eyes trailed over to the glow in the dark dials of the watch on his cousin�s fat wrist. Ten seconds until his eleventh birthday.

�Didn�t we swear when we took him in that we�d stomp out that dangerous nonsense?�

Ten seconds? Wasn�t it three minutes a second ago?

He blinked and rubbed his forehead to try and ease the quiet pain pulsing just behind his scar. He must have been trying to think about the Institute. He only lost time like that when he tried to remember certain things, like people from the Institute.

Smash!

The door of the tiny hut shuddered open to land to slam flat against the floor. Dudley jerked awake yelping about cannons, but Harry wasn�t paying him any attention. All of his focus was on the giant of a man standing hunched in the doorway. Large black coat flapping around heavy boots, shaggy beard that flowed into a wild mane of hair that made his own flyaway hair seem positively tame by comparison. Dark eyes were hidden under beetled brows. And clutched in the giant�s fist was a- pink umbrella? Harry cocked his head as he assimilated that information into his assessment of the stranger.

�Budge up, yeh great lump,� the giant ordered his large cousin after propping the door back against the opening to block out the storm. Harry was amused by Dudley�s mad scramble to hide behind his mother and father. Not that he really blamed Dudley for his cowardice, he mentally conceded, he just wouldn�t have chosen to hide behind his equally cowardly uncle and stick thin aunt if the giant had snapped at him.

�An here�s Harry!� said the giant.

Harry looked up into the smiling face of the giant, nonplussed. He definitely wasn�t from the Institute. They simply didn�t encourage their emissaries to stand out in a crowd. And frankly this man didn�t seem quite up to their educational standards.

�Las time I saw you, you was only a baby,� the stranger announced happily. �Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh�ve got yer mom�s eyes.�

It was on the tip of Harry�s tongue to say that he really wouldn�t know about that, or maybe to ask how the stranger knew his parents, but anything he might have said at this point was interrupted by the odd noise his uncle made in the back of his throat.

�I demand that you leave at once sir! You are breaking and entering!�

Vernon, Harry decided, sweeping a gaze over the strange giant, was either braver than he looked or stupider than he had realized.

�Ah shut up Dursley yeh great prune,� the giant retorted before grabbing the gun out of Vernon�s hands and twisting it into a knot. When the now useless rifle landed in a corner, Harry pursed his lips and cast a considering look at his quailing uncle.

�Anyway-Harry,� the giant turned away from his relatives dismissively, �A very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here- I mighta sat on it at some point but it�ll taste alright.�

A squashed box was pressed into his hands. Opening the white box he found a misspelled birthday wish crafted from green icing and messy chocolate. He raised a hand, almost touching it in wonder. He�d never been given a birthday cake before. Only his training not to touch foreign substances from unfamiliar sources kept him from running a finger along the edge of the icing and popping some of the sinful looking stuff in his mouth. He opened his mouth to say thank you, but somehow the question that was predominant in his mind came out instead.

�Who are you?�

The giant chuckled merrily, his great black eyes sparkling warmly beneath his shaggy brows. �True, I haven�t introduced myself. Rubeus Hagrud, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.� Harry�s whole arm was jerked up and down with the force of his large handshake. �What about that tea then eh? Although I wouldn�t say no ter summat stronger if yeh-ve got it, mind.�

And with that, the giant, this Rubeus Hagrid, set about making tea. Somehow he managed to conjure a roaring fire in the hearth where only empty potato chip bags were before. He began to pull all sorts of items out of various pockets of his large coat: tea mugs with chips; squashed sausages, a kettle. He finally settled on the sagging couch roasting the sausages over the fire.

�I�m sorry, but I still don�t know who you are.�

�Call me Hagrid, everyone does. An like I told yeh, I�m Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts-yeh�ll know all about Hogwarts o�course.�

�Er- no. Sorry.�

�Sorry?� Hagrid roared, jumping to his feet to turn on the cowering Dursleys. �It�s them as should be sorry! Didn�t yeh ever wonder where yer parents learned it all?�

�All what?� Harry wondered.

�Do you mean ter tell me that this boy- this boy!- knows nothing� about ANYTHING?�

�I know some things,� he began defensively. �I can, you know-� strip and reassemble a gun in seconds, no -speak in encrypted codes that only students of forensic pathology could possibly understand- probably shouldn�t say that, recite verbatim everything from a page I�ve only had a glimpse of- no, I�m not supposed to admit that� Um, what did the kids in his grade do in school? �do math and stuff,� he finished lamely.

Like many survivor�s of the Institute, Harry had undergone genetic experimentation in the form of a specialized drug treatment designed to enhance the electrochemical transmissions between his brain�s neurons. Supplemented by extreme hypnotherapy that increased mental cognition, Harry typically considered himself a fairly intelligent individual.

Hagrid waved his hand in dismissal. �About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents� world!�

�What world?�

On the other hand he felt he wasn�t tracking this conversation very well. He was smart, but even he needed something to help him understand a situation. All that he was able to gather was that the large man was expecting him to know about something called Hogwarts, and that it had to do with his parents. It was frustrating to feel so stupid.

�DURSLEY!� the giant boomed.

His uncle shrank back, pale. He whispered something, but the words were incomprehensible. In fact from where Harry was standing the words sounded something like �Mimblewimble.� Hagrid rounded on Harry with a wild look.

�But yeh must know about yer mom and dad,� he insisted. �I mean, they�re famous. You�re famous.�

Odd. He�d never heard anything about being famous before. He can�t be that famous given the fact that nobody seemed to know or care anything about him. Surely the giant was confused.

�What? My- my mom and dad weren�t famous- were they?� he glanced uncertainly at his relatives. No luck from that quarter, they were steadfastly avoiding his eyes.

�Yeh, don�t know� Yeh don�t know�� Hagrid ran his hands through his hair and fixed a confused stare on the eleven year old before him. �Yeh, don�t know what you are?�

�Stop!� Vernon Dursley finally gathered up his courage enough to intervene. �Stop right there sir! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!�

A glance at the furious expression on Hagrid�s face, and a glance in the corner where the bent rifle lay gave the answer to Harry�s earlier debate with himself. �Definitely stupider than I thought,� he decided to himself.

�You never told him? Never told him what was in the letter Dumbledore left for him? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An you�ve kept it from him all these years?�

�Kept what from me?� Harry cut in. He preferred being polite when possible, but if people didn�t start answering his questions soon, things were going to get ugly, he determined grimly.

�STOP! I FORBID YOU!� yelled Uncle Vernon in a panic. Aunt Petunia gasped and clutched at her husband�s arm. Dudley was barely visible behind his parents with a look of confusion and terror twisting his piggish features.

�Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh!� the giant dismissed them before focusing on Harry. �Harry, yer a wizard.�

Silence.

�I�m a what?� he gasped out, dimly horrified. But that couldn�t be right. It couldn�t be. He was a Bearer of the Light, a Student of the Institute. The Institute wouldn�t allow a wizard into their ranks, they wouldn�t have� He couldn�t- No�

�A wizard o�course,� Hagrid settled himself back on the sagging sofa, nearly causing it to collapse in defeat. �And a thumpin� good�un I�d say once yeh�ve been trained a bit.�

Harry wasn�t listening to him.

Clammy hands, inability to focus. Vague, underwater feeling. When the letter was pressed into his hands he took it and read it but it didn�t really register. Distantly he was aware that it didn�t matter if the words didn�t make sense now, he would always be able to pull it up in his mind later when he wasn�t� you know� in shock.

He had several dozens of questions clamoring in his head, but he couldn�t straighten his thoughts out enough to actually ask one. Finally he seized on the most harmless question he could think of beyond the sense of betrayal and overwhelming confusion.

�What does it mean, they await my owl?�

�Gallopin Gorgons! That reminds me!� The giant slapped his forehead and pulled a living breathing owl out of his pocket along with a bit of parchment and a quill. He penned a quick note to someone named Professor Dumbledore which he tied to the owl�s leg. Then he walked over and tossed the owl out into the storm and put the door back into place.

Harry stared at the door as though he could see the owl through the thick gray wood, not caring that his uncle was once again arguing with the giant.

�-Wizard indeed!�

�Didn�t we swear when we took him in that we�d stomp out that dangerous nonsense?�

The words began to register in Harry�s head and he realized the implication behind his Uncle�s statement.

�You knew. You knew I�m a-� he felt his stomach turn, hypnotic conditioning fighting with logic, �a wizard.�

�Knew!� Aunt Petunia shrieked. She apparently had finally decided it was time to join the conversation. �Of course we knew!� She began to rage about how abnormal the magic was and how her parents had thought it was wonderful that his mother was a witch. She seemed particularly bitter at the part about his mother going to school and meeting his father and then getting themselves blown up.

When she finally wound down he almost asked her, �There, do you feel better?� but decided sarcasm wouldn�t have quite the edge that accusation would have right now. Besides, there was another subject he felt the need to address more than her mental state at the moment.

�Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!� He was pale with fury. He�d been reared on a lie, nothing was true, nothing that he knew was right.

�CAR CRASH!� Hagrid jumped up so abruptly that the Dursleys scuttled back against their bit of wall. He was yelling about how scandalous it was that Harry didn�t know his own story when everyone else in their world did know the truth. Harry felt his head begin to pound.

�Happy birthday to me,� he thought with a bitter grimace.

�But why?� Harry interrupted Hagrid�s rant about his parents. �What happened?� All he wanted right now was the truth for a change.

The question lead to a long explanation that boiled down to, �This psycho wizard killed your parents, and tried to kill you, but the spell backfired and he blew himself up instead. The magic people in the magic world think you�re great now.� The thought was making Harry�s head pound.

Of course part of that was probably a lingering result of Training.

�It�s getting late, and we�ve got lots ter do tomorrow. Gotter get up ter town and get yer books an� all that,� Hagrid announced when he finished telling Harry everything he was going to that night. As amusing as seeing his relatives nearly impaled by a pink umbrella was, he was actually quite grateful to be allowed to be alone with his own thoughts.

Harry lay unable to sleep under the black trench coat long after Hagrid began snoring from his commandeered couch. There was so much he had to think about, but every time he tried to focus his thoughts his mind would slip away to something else. His head ached too much to try and force his way through his thoughts, so finally, reluctantly, he forced his mind to clear.

He closed his mind and focused on the Light, allowing it to wash away all of his thoughts.

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Author�s Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I know this chapter was a bit confusing, but bear with me for a bit longer.

Super Special Note: The way the sentences ran into each other as he kept circling back in his thoughts was intentional. His brain has been fucked with, and that�s one of the various drawbacks he�s going to have to deal with. You are not going crazy� probably. Unless you really are, in which case it�s nothing to do with this story.
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