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Deafening Silence	By : CanadianSlytherin94 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: I own nothing and never will. No money made.

Warning: For those of you who really like Ron, Hermione, Lee Jordan, Andromeda Tonks (later on) and most of the Gryffindors, keep a look out because there is major bashing in this story of them. They are not the good people in this story. Mentions of injuries gained in the final battle and all the deaths.

Five Years Later

Harry Potter looked at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and sighed silently. Five years had passed since he had walked away from the one place that had been 'home'. Shaking his head against the memories that tried to overtake him, he picked up his carrier and continued up to the school.

After that day when he had received the way to heal Severus Snape's wounds, he had left. He knew it was horrible, especially as he hadn't said goodbye to anyone, but he hadn't felt he could stay any longer. Many had turned against him for various reasons, two of them being his former best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, now married.

He had told them what he had done and they were both horrified and disgusted. They had no idea why he had allowed it just to save Snape, the man they had all hated for seven years and who had hated them in return. They had walked away from him in disgust and he hadn't spoken to them since.

Others turned against him because it was found out he was gay. Many believed his job was done and so no longer cared. Many believed he was to blame for all who had died. Once he left England, even more turned on him for fleeing and hiding.

He had spent a year travelling and doing things under a second name: Evan Ted Prince. He used 'Evan' after his mother, 'Ted' after his godson, and 'Prince' after Severus. He funded promising organizations and even transformed both Potter Manor and Potter Castle into orphanages for children from all over that had been affected by the war, whether they were the children of Death Eaters or had lost their parents to Death Eaters. He called one 'Lily Orphanage' and the other 'Eileen's Children'. They were a huge success and he had seen many children adopted over the years, even the children of Death Eaters.

He had hardly spoken to anyone while he was gone. He only talked to Fred and George Weasley, Bill Weasley (the only Weasleys who didn't blame him for Charlie losing an eye and the ability to use his left arm), Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the new Minister for Magic. None of them knew where he had been or that he was the one behind the donations and orphanages.

Many had died or had been seriously injured in the final battle. Charlie Weasley had been attacked by Inferi and they had managed to damage his right eye beyond repair and then he was hit with an unknown curse that destroyed his ability to use his left arm. Ron Weasley had a permanent limp. Dean Thomas had a large scar on his abdomen where he had been stabbed with a dagger. Seamus Finnegan had died after fighting for his life for five hours. Neville Longbottom had a permanent twitch in a couple of his fingers on his left hand from prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse, courtesy of Bellatrix Lestrange before she had been killed. Luna Lovegood had a scar that went down the right side of her face, from her temple to her chin. Draco Malfoy had a scar across his left eye and some nerve damage in the right side of his body.

Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Ted Tonks, Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, Mundungus Fletcher, Horace Slughorn, Seamus Finnegan, Cho Chang, Parvati and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Angelina Johnson, Professor Pomona Sprout, Professor Septima Vector, Susan Bones, Colin Creevey, Ernie Macmillian, Professor Rolanda Hooch, Zacharias Smith, Professor Charity Burbage, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot had all died during the battle along with many Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.

Bellatrix Lestrange, Peter Pettigrew, Antonin Dolohov, Crabbe Jr. and Sr., Lucius Malfoy, Walden McNair, Alecto Carrow, Rabastan Lestrange, Thorfinn Rowle, and Theodore Nott Sr. had all died as well, preceding their master.

Being forced to shoulder the blame of all the losses and injuries, Harry fled his home and England. He had kept up with what was going on though through those he still talked to.

Ron and Hermione had married a year after the battle and now had a son, Tommy, who was four and a daughter, Elizabeth, who was two. Hermione had stayed home with the children for the past few years and had now been hired at Hogwarts. Ron had gone with his dream to become an Auror.

Bill and Fleur Delacour-Weasley were still married and had a daughter, Victoire, who was four, a son, Daniel, who was two, and a newborn baby girl named Claire. They both worked at Gringotts, Bill as a curse breaker and Fleur as a human manager.

Neville had married Hannah Abbott and they had a son named Frank who was two. Neville took over for Professor Sprout as the Herbology professor and Head of Hufflepuff. Hannah worked at the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry's godson, Teddy, was staying with Andromeda Tonks, his grandmother who had sworn that she was never going to let Harry near her grandson. He knew Teddy to be five and a half years old now and he had never once met his godson.

Ginny Weasley was single but had two children, both from different men. Her oldest was a son, Simon, who was three and her other son, Matt, was two. She worked part time as a waitress at a restaurant in Diagon Alley.

Now, after five years, he was back to take over for Poppy Pomfrey as Hogwarts' medi-wizard. She had been injured in the final battle. A curse caused her to slowly lose control of her limbs and destroyed her nerves. Severus had been able to keep it at bay but she was no longer able to work.

Minerva McGonagall, the headmistress, had then called him after begging Kingsley to send him a letter with the offer. After a month of deliberation, he had agreed to come back and be the medi-wizard for Hogwarts.

Harry blinked when he realized he was standing at the gargoyle.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter," the gargoyle said, moving aside. Harry simply inclined his head and walked up the stairs. He breathed deeply at the top and knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in," the voice of Minerva McGonagall called and Harry pushed the door open, walking into the office. "Oh, Harry! It's wonderful to see you after all these years!" she exclaimed and rushed around her desk to hug him. She had been one of the few that never turned against him.

He smiled at her and sat down when she offered. He placed his carrier at his feet.

"So, Harry," Minerva began. "If you don't mind my asking, how do you…?" she trailed off and pointed at her throat.

Harry smiled again and pulled a small green and gold box out of his pocket. It appeared to have small holes all over it. He tapped it with his wand and placed it on the edge of her desk.

"Talk?" Harry's voice came from the box and Minerva gazed at it in wonder. "You're allowed to say it. I promise I won't be offended," he laughed lightly, the sound coming from the box.

"Where did you get something like this?" Minerva said, reaching out a hand. She paused and looked at him. "May I?"

Harry nodded and she gently picked up the box. "I got it in a village in East Africa. It was the only place I've ever found anything like this."

"This is fascinating," Minerva said and Harry smiled again. "Anyways," she placed the voice box down again, "you know all you need to. You just have to choose your quarters."

"Do I have choices?" Harry asked.

"Yes. There are rooms just down the hall from the infirmary. There are some by the Hufflepuff common room. There are rooms by the Astronomy Tower. There are rooms by the Slytherin common room and some on the first floor. They overlook the Quidditch Pitch, the lake, and the forest. That old oak tree is right in view as well," she told him.

"Those rooms sound promising," Harry said and Minerva smiled.

"I thought you might like them," she said. It was then she heard a soft growl and frowned. "What was that?"

"Oh, that was Lileen," Harry said, reaching down to his carrier.

"Lileen?" Minerva repeated.

"Yes," Harry nodded, opening the door on the carrier. "She's my familiar."

A black and white animal jumped up onto Harry's lap then. The creature was a bit bigger than the average house cat, had bright blue eyes, and two bushy tails.

"And what is she?" Minerva asked, staring at the creature curled up on Harry's lap.

"It's a really strange combination. She is part panther, part snow leopard, and part Kneazle, of all things. It's the Kneazle in her that affects her size. She will not grow any larger than she is now," Harry said, running a hand down the cat's back. The cat was all black with splashes of white in places. One of her ears was white and so was her neck. There was a splash of white on her back that looked like someone had poured paint on her. The tip of one of her tails was white while the other had a line going straight down the middle of it.

"And her name?" Minerva said.

"I wanted to honour my mother and Se—Professor Snape's mother so I combined their names and got Lileen," Harry said, smiling down at his familiar.

"When did you get her?"

"A year after I left. I was in a small village in Northern Finland. It was like Diagon Alley, except a village, not a marketplace. There was this small pet shop and I just walked in. I hadn't planned on getting anything even though I knew I should get a new familiar since Hedwig had died. There weren't many animals. There were a few Kneazles, regular cats, owls, and a couple snakes. I wandered to the back and saw Lileen in a box in a corner. She was all alone and out of sight. When I saw her, I knew I had to have her. The shopkeeper was glad to be rid of her. Apparently she was vicious towards every customer to ever come near her. He said he had had her since she was a kit. Someone had left her on his doorstep and her eyes were barely open. He took care of her until she was old enough to be put up for sale. He'd had her for about five years," Harry explained.

"She's a very beautiful creature," Minerva said and Lileen let out a mewl of what she assumed was appreciation.

Harry chuckled. "She's quite a vain creature as well."

Minerva laughed. "She has every right to be. Now, I can't help but make a connection to her name."

"A connection?"

"Yes. It seems that over the past few years, many things have been coming into existence that bears the names of either Lily or Eileen. Is that simply a coincidence?"

Harry sighed. "No, it's not. I've been using a second name in order to give donations and fund programs and organizations. I also used that name to open Lily Orphanage and Eileen's Children."

"Those two orphanages?" Harry nodded. "Harry, they are the most successful orphanages in the world. They have the highest adoption rates in the world."

"I know. Lily Orphanage was Potter Manor and Eileen's Children was Potter Castle. I had to do something to help. I didn't want any children to possibly go through the same life I did, or the same life Professor Snape did. There are so many children that were affected by the war, all in different ways. Even now, five years after the war, we're still always getting more children. I had to help somehow so I opened Lily Orphanage and when it was clear it was going well, I opened Eileen's Children," Harry said.

"What is this second name if I can be privy to such information," Minerva said and Harry smiled.

"Evan Ted Prince," Harry said.

"You wrote Seven Years of War!" Minerva exclaimed.

Harry chuckled. "Yes, I did. I'm surprised no one connected that book to me, to be honest. It has everything I did in it from the troll in first year to going to that cave with Professor Dumbledore in sixth year."

"I think we've all know but we weren't sure since you have been seen or heard from in five years," Minerva said. "That book has been one of the most popular books in years."

"I know."

"Evan Ted Prince," Minerva said. "Have you written anything else?"

"A Defence book. True Defence," Harry nodded.

"Of course! It's the book we use here in our curriculum," Minerva said and Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Really?"

"It's a fantastic book, Harry."

"I honestly didn't think it'd be used here. I wrote it for anyone who wanted to know real defence, not the crap I was taught in my years here. No offence," Harry said and Minerva laughed.

"I fully agree with you, Harry. Albus' choices were truly horrible," she said. "Now, I suppose you wish to settle in, correct?"

"I'd like to, yes," Harry said.

"Come. I will show you to your rooms," Minerva said, rounding her table and opening the door.

Harry was about to leave when a voice stopped him.

"Harry."

Harry turned and looked up at the portrait that had previously been empty.

"Welcome home," Albus Dumbledore said and Harry smiled.

"Thank you, Professor. I've missed it," he said and followed Minerva from the office, Lileen trotting beside him and his voice box floating behind him. "Is there anyone else in the castle right now?" he asked.

"Filius, Poppy, and Severus. There are still three weeks before school begins so the others will not be arriving until the week before," the headmistress told him.

"Do any other past students work here?" Harry asked though he knew of some of them already.

Minerva looked at him with a sad smile. "I'm afraid so. Neville Longbottom is our Herbology professor and Head of Hufflepuff. Hermione Weasley is our Arithmancy professor and the Head of Gryffindor. Lee Jordan is our Flying Instructor. Anthony Goldstein is our Muggle Studies professor. Justin Finch-Fletchley is our Transfiguration professor."

"And Defence?"

"He is not a former student. His name is Jeremy Finn. He will begin his first year this year," she said.

"So the position is still cursed?"

"No, we had a professor stay for three years but she left when she married and moved away."

"I see."

"Professor Finn seems nice enough. There should hopefully be no problems."

"I guess we'll find out."

Minerva smiled at him. "I am sure you'll be fine, Harry."

Harry smiled but didn't say anything.

"Well, here we are," Minerva announced as they stopped outside a portrait of a young boy. He appeared to be about eleven and had dark brown hair with blue eyes. There was a little white kitten lying on the ground beside him.

"Hello," the little boy said.

"Hello," Harry's voice box said and the boy gave him a curious look. "I can no longer speak so I use this voice box to speak for me," he answered the unspoken question.

"Oh," the boy said. "I'm Connor and this is my kitty, Sally."

"Nice to meet you, Connor, and you, Sally," Harry smiled at the two. "Is there a password already set?"

"No, you make one," Connor told him.

"All right. How about…" Harry trailed off, thinking. "Libertas. It means 'freedom' in Latin."

"I like it," Connor smiled.

"Latin?" Minerva said and Harry looked at her. "You have certainly made yourself knowledgeable while you've been gone, haven't you?"

"I discovered that many things your professors tell you will be important and helpful in your life actually are important and helpful in life," Harry said with a smirk.

Minerva laughed. "Go make yourself comfortable, Harry. I will see you at dinner."

"See you then, Professor."

"Call me Minerva, dear," Minerva said and Harry inclined his head. She began walking away before she turned around again. "And, Harry?"

Harry looked at her. "To echo Albus, welcome home."

Harry gave a small smile. "Thank you…Minerva."

He entered his quarters and looked around. He was standing in the decently sized sitting room which was covered in a fuzzy green carpet. There was a large stone fireplace with a chaise lounge, a sofa, and a loveseat circling it. He placed Lileen's carrier next to the door and walked across the room towards an open wooden door. He peeked in and found a queen sized bed with a comforter that was different shades of green and black and white pillows. The floor had a grey carpet.

A door to the left led to the bathroom. Returning to the sitting room, he made his way to another door which, upon pushing open, revealed a library combined with a study. He smiled and looked over at Lileen who had taken up residence on the chaise lounge.

"Think we can survive here?" Harry said and Lileen meowed. "I think so too."

Now if only surviving the people was as easy, he thought with a silent sigh.
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