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The Dilemma of Choice	By : hanenotsuki Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 4249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and half of the conversation in the italics, does not belong to me, as I took it from the "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" movie scene and rewrote some of it to suit my needs.
Chapter 2
Tom turned towards the door. He could hear footsteps coming closer to his room, the last on the left of the dim lit, narrow corridor of his "home". He could hear Mrs. Cole talking to someone, and then a knock on his door.
"Tom, you have a visitor."
A visitor. In all the ten years that he lived here, there has never been anyone to "visit" him. A man entered the room.
"Hello Tom, my name is Albus Dumbledore."
Tom remained silent, looking with dark piercing eyes at the stranger. He was old and tall, with a graying beard and hair that reached his shoulders, and clad in a dark grey coat, he blended with the wallpaper.
"I'll leave you alone."
As Mrs. Cole left, the strange man, Dumbledore, entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"Who are you, and what do you want," Tom's voice was sharp; his back straight and tense, as he sat in the chair by the desk. Who was this man?
"As I said, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm here to invite you to a boarding school, Hogwarts."
"I don't have any money to pay for a boarding school", him, going to a boarding school? Madness.
"That's all right, there are tuitions for cases such as yours."
"Why would I be invited to your school?" Tom felt suspicion rise, and he could not help but grow weary of the man before him.
"It is a school for special people, with special…gifts."
Tom eyed the man sceptically.
"A boarding school, for "special people"? Are you a doctor? They think I'm crazy you know, is that why you are really here? "
"No Tom, what I am is like you. I'm different."
"Different? Prove it!"
"Please professor! I don't want to go back there, they hate me, they think me crazy. Why can't I stay here?"
"Tom, we've been over this. You simply cannot stay here. I'm sorry."
Tom, now aged twelve, turned away from the man to hide the frustration and anger on his face and in his eyes.
"Why don't you try and be kind to them, perhaps you will be positively surprised. You have magic Tom. This makes your life much easier than theirs could ever be. We wizards take this life for granted sometimes. We live for much longer, and have therefore more time to live and learn. We have simply more time, while they feel the need to rush through their lives, and are more prone to make bigger mistakes because of that. We have magic to aid us and they don't. Try and be kind to them, Tom."
He could never be kind to them, Tom thought with fury. He hated them. Muggles. They did not deserve their kindness, or their help. Professor Dumbledore and he have had this conversations many times, but it didn't change the fact that he would always hate them. The professor never had to live with them; he did not know how cruel they could be when faced with someone or something that was beyond their understanding., beyond what they thought was normal. They did not think, no they judged and acted first, while knowing nothing.
"Think about it Tom."
'There is nothing to think about, you delusional old man,' he though while giving a nod of agreement.
Harry looked around the room. It had been eight years, and yet nothing had changed as far as he could see. The sitting room was still the same, with cream wallpaper, dark cherry furniture and forest green curtains. The house was quiet, which he didn't actually expect. As if someone overheard his thoughts, a pop startled him out of his musing.
"Master Harry, oh it has been so long, Master Harry. They have all grown," and then the elf, Puffy, burst out in, what he assumed was happy tears. Just as Harry was going to try and calm the elf down, he heard thundering footsteps heading towards the sitting room, and not a moment later, his mother flew in.
"Oh, Harry, my baby," his mother threw herself at him and squeezed him in a hug. Harry stood there, a little bit stunned, as his mother started crying. Putting his arms around her, only made her cry all the harder, and before he could even get out a word, a man entered the room, his father.
"Harry…"
"Oh, James, just look at him, he looks so much like you, and all grown up now, oh my baby!"
Harry felt awkward. What was he supposed to say at that? How was he supposed to act? He hadn't seen his parents for almost eight years, the only contact they had during that time was through letters, that they exchanged several times a week. It was one thing to put words on paper, a whole other matter to speak face to face. Harry didn't feel that parent-child bond. While he was with Marianne and Richard, the idea of his real parents was somehow superficial to him. Marianne and Richard, though, never took their places in his heart. Growing up, Marianne and Richard, were more like his friends, who just happened to be adults, but whom he could trust to give him a sound advice when he was in need of one, and who allowed him to grow up independent. His mother, on the other hand, always spoke in her letters of wherever he was eating enough, wherever he was happy and had many friends, wherever he had a girlfriend or if he had trouble at school with homework and classes. It disturbed him to admit it, but his parents felt like strangers to him, perhaps with time he would get more comfortable around them, and so with that thought in mind, he forced himself to put on a smile and pretend that everything was fine.
"Mum, Dad, I missed you so much. How are you? How is Jason? In fact, where is Jason," he thought that by asking them a lot of questions, and by showing an enthusiasm about them, it would cover for the awkwardness he felt in his gut.
"Oh, baby, we missed you too. So much. Jason is over at the Weasley's place, he doesn't know that you are coming you see. We thought to surprise him; you are all he speaks about. Are you hungry, Harry? Come I'll make you something to eat."
His father stood there looking at him with eyes full of longing, and so Harry went up to him and cautiously embraced him. This was his father.
James stood there, looking at Harry, his son, his heir. He looked so much like him, but he could already see that that was where their likeness ended. Harry stood tall and proud, making his five foot five frame seem taller, and there was intelligence in his eyes that made him seem older than he was. He could see that his son was feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious with the situation. Harry looked up at him and James felt such a longing at seeing his eldest child, his heir. He went up to him and embraced him, "My son".
Harry never actually understood why his parents sent him away. He understood that they loved him and were proud of him, but he could not comprehend how and why they would still send him away despite that, and what troubled him the most was, why did they not send Jason away as well. Sometimes he felt like he was abandoned, but then he would receive letters from his parents, full of emotion, radiating longing and love.
"Mum, where are you?"
"Jason, honey, we are in the kitchen. Come, we have a surprise for you". A boy with short auburn hair, and hazel eyes, came running into the room, he was slender and tall for his age of twelve.
"What, is it mum…?" Jason stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the figure sitting at the dining table.
"Harry…?"
Could it really be Harry, his brother? He hadn't seen him for such a long time. Harry left when he was only four, and all he could remember was his wonderful big brother who told him about the most amazing things and who read him the best stories when he had trouble going to sleep. Even when Harry had left, he still remained in contact with him through the Owl Post, and Harry would still tell him of all the amazing things he saw and experienced. Sometimes Jason felt jealous that Harry got to live and explore places like India and Tibet, while he was stuck here in England, in the same old house, with his mother babying him all the time, but he had also been always secretly afraid that they might send him away as well. As it was, he grew up in the company of the Weasley's and Neville.
When Harry left, his parents were sad and he had many times overheard them talking about bringing Harry back home, but then Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, came to their house, and his parents changed. They would work long into the night hours, they would spend less time playing with him, and in the end he spent more and more time with the Weasley's children. He knew it was silly, but he felt strong dislike for the headmaster, for he felt sometimes, that it was his fault that his parents became more absorbed in their work, and that it was Dumbledore's fault that Harry never came back. Until now.
"Hello, Jason," and his big brother smiled. Suddenly Jason felt as if he was a small child once again as he run towards Harry and threw himself at him.
"I missed you too brother", and Harry felt almost as if he was home once again.
AN: This chapter was mostly used as a transition. Harry will have to start getting used to living with people who will follow his every step. Also, I think it is important to show that the relationship between Jason, Harry and their parents will be rocky from all sides, and this is just the beginning.
To those of you who want to meet Voldemort, he'll show up, but not for at least several chapters. And to those of you who wanted longer chapters, look forward to meeting the charming and calculating Tom Riddle/Voldemort. When Harry and he meet, then will the story really get going. Right now I'm still getting used to developing a story ^^.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, some of you game me several ideas to implement into the plot, and thanks to everyone who gave it a shot and read the story, I hope you liked it so far.
Next chapter – Harry's birthday, the backlash from the press and Dumbledore.
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