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Anomaly	By : KaraiSenju Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 20628 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, and make no proft from this or any other work, including those I may borrow characters from. HP is the property of JK Rowling, very smart english woman.

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Quick review replies- Jan, I intend to update this fairly quickly, as the plot bunny is giving me a migraine, though since I plan a move there might be some points where I don’t have net. Shouldn’t be more than a week or two though, between updates, and much faster than that for now. Charlie, I’d love to send you notices when I update, but unfortunately I have no way to record scores of email addies right off the bat. I’ll look into a way to do it, but keep checking back in case I miss it.

Quick AN- This chapter sets details in motion, if you don’t pay attention, you will think I have gaping plot holes. (and now my summary begins to make sense)

Chapter Three

Harry’s classes were not nearly as hard as everyone else made them out to be. In fact he was surprised at just how far above his year mates he really was- well, he knew he studied, a lot; but honestly, it was as if they never even picked up their textbooks. Slughorn was the worst. He had all three Black sons as well as the majority of Slytherin house and a few from the other houses in something called the ‘Slug Club’. Father said it was good for networking, but Harry found the whole thing distasteful. Not because of the parties, but because the man clearly felt he should be graciously rewarded for bringing them together.

Another constant worry was the Headmaster, Dumbledore. He seemed to be eternally watching him, looking for something and not finding it. The man made him nervous. And near the end of the holidays, he had found out why.

He had been called into Dumbledore’s office, along with a Ministry official and his parents, He sat there, looking very nervous, as Dumbledore pulled out a complicated chart.

“This shows temporal and special anomalies we come to associate with the four times of the year that the barrier thins.” He explained, looking smug. “This boy, Hadrian, your adopted son, came through one of these barriers.”

Walburga scoffed. “And? What of it? Even if he did it makes him no less ours. We legally adopted him when no parents came forward, in fact he said his parents were dead-“

“In his time, they are. But in this time, they are not, which makes your adoption of him moot. On top of that the anomaly he came through shows a variation of less than fifty years, which means that legally he must be sent back.”

Orion frowned. “I have never heard of such a law, or even of this happening before to create such a law. Why is it you are so obsessed with our youngest Headmaster?”

Dumbledore just smiled, and tossed something at Harry. He caught it on instinct, and felt himself being pulled away.

“Wait a moment, there are appeals, jurisdiction issues!” Walburga shouted, holding onto his hand in an attempt to save him.

“Forgive me, but you won’t even remember him. Its better this way, for the greater good, you understand. He needs to be with his own family…”

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Harry woke up feeling sick. He trudged downstairs to make breakfast for his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin, laying out the heavy plates before calling with a scratchy voice for them to come down. It didn’t matter that he had a cold, provided Dudley didn’t catch it; he still had to work, in the hot July weather. He felt strange, different, though, than he remembered feeling yesterday, and not just because of the cold- he had a cold or heat stroke so much he had become good friends with them what with his cupboard not being graced with a vent for heat or cooling. No, comfort was for good, normal boys, like Dudley.

Something was making Vernon very nervous, he had taken to sleeping in front of the boarded up mail slot, almost as if he was afraid of something. He sat in his corner, not speaking a word, as the family made their daily plans; he was not one of them, he did not want to be one of them. He wanted to be free.

The fire flared- which was strange, it was an electric fireplace, and it was turned off. But it flared now with real flames, green ones, and a huge man stepped out.

“Harry Potter?”

Harry blinked. “Yes, sir?”

Vernon was trembling. “No! He won’t be going to that freak school, we refused!”

“Harry decides that, not you lot, yer jus muggles. Harry here, read your letter… happy birthday, by tha way, if you decide to come with me, I’ll get yeh a nice prezzie at Diagon.”

Harry was confused, but opened the letter despite their screaming. Something about it, about the gleaming ink and heavy parchment, felt very familiar. He read the words carefully, and nodded. “Yes, sir, I’d like to go to school.”

“Great! Well, then, let’s get goin…”

“Excuse me, but I don’t have any money for supplies.” Somehow, that felt wrong too, and he frowned. “How am I supposed to pay for these things?”

“We won’t pay for it!” Vernon screeched happily.

“Nonsense, ‘Arry, yer parents were good people and they left yeh a trust vault, now come along.”

Throughout the entire trip, Harry felt something was off. Ollivander made cryptic comments that seemed so very false, not the mysterious he was sure the man was going for, and gave him a wand that, while it worked, made his hand itch. He didn’t like the holly and phoenix feather wand. And he was sure there was more than just the one wand maker, like Hagrid said. That wouldn’t make any sense.

Everything else was normal enough, until he went in to get robes fitted. It felt very familiar, but he’d never had a seamstress take his measurements before. And the blond boy looked so very familiar as well.

“Why are you staring at me?” the boy eventually snapped.

Harry blinked. “I don’t really know. You look like someone I think I met before… sorry. I’ve been spacing out a bit all day.”

The boy seemed satisfied with that, and spoke again. “I’m aiming for Slytherin, you?”

A voice in his head, a very weak voice, kept trying to give him answers, but Harry pushed it down. Annoying voice! “…Slytherin, the house of cunning…”

How the hell did he know that? His head began to hurt again, and he coughed, his voice still scratchy, along with his irritated throat.

“So, not a mudblood then.”

“Mudbloods, though a very bad term, is accurate. Muggleborns come to the magical world with unclean blood; it’s tainted by non-magical ancestors. This isn’t to say it’s a bad thing entirely; if a muggleborn mates with another muggleborn the line begins to purify. But if they marry into a pureblood or half-blood line, then the magic in the old blood gets weaker.”

His mother was a muggleborn, that made him… “Half-blood.”

“What was your magical parent thinking?”

“I don’t think he knew… or cared. He’s dead now. They both are.”

“Still aiming for Slytherin while being a half-blood? Gutsy move.”

“Cunning isn’t merely a pureblood trait… after all… even muggles can have some degree of cunning… I believe it has more to do with ideals…”

Hagrid came back in, smiling, and handed Harry a cage; a pure white bird was perched there, a beautiful snowy owl. She hooted, and Harry immediately thought of a name.

“Hello, Hedwig.”

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It was another one of those moments that had started happening all too frequently. He would have a flash of insight. He ran straight through the barrier, and found himself staring at the scarlet steam engine, though he should have had no idea how to get through. And again, his head hurt…

What was wrong with him?

A redheaded family came out behind him, and Harry felt uneasy. The matriarch however, smiled at him. “First year, darling? Ron’s new too… blimey it’s hot… care for a drink, little one? You have time until the train leaves.”

He was thirsty… he nodded.

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AN- short chappie. But important short chappie. Next one comes out today, no worries.
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