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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe Jk rowling and Warrner brothers has that right. I just play with the boys :) oh I also make no money from this

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, places, creatures etc. that is the sole property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. We make no money for this writing, this is purely a work of fiction and any resemblances to real people are coincidental and not the intent of the authors.

Synopsis: Ten years after the Great War the wizarding world seems to be in a state of utopia, but things aren’t always what they seem.

Warnings: First of all this will contain slash for those of you who are not a fan you will be disappointed, for those of you who want it to happen now, or even in the next few chapters you also will be disappointed. This is the first book of a trilogy that Smaddox and I have mapped out already. This is not a lovey feel good story, there will be death, there will be gore, there will be fowl language and most likely at least one explicit M/M sex scene. This story is not an AU in the truest sense of the word it will be DH complaint although we disregard the epilog. Please do not tell us we have our facts wrong all of the changes we have made will be explained by the end of the book. We promise.

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Book one of the

Verum Increbresco

Trilogy

Chapter Seven

Bellator Scientia

Teddy woke several hours after the crowd had dispersed, he was tired and had a massive headache but he seemed unchanged in Harry’s opinion. He didn’t remember what had happened to him, as far as the young wizard knew he had never seen anything abnormal.

The Healers informed Harry and Andromeda that Teddy’s amnesia was to be expected, there was a possibility that he would never remember. A young blond Mediwitch, Harry thought her name was Samantha, had come in then to give Teddy a sedative.

He looks so peaceful Harry thought pushing Teddy’s hair off of his face. Black He mused, his hair was always black. Teddy could have any hair color he wanted and yet it kept it this way, messy and black.

By the time Teddy had been discharged Harry had a letter in hand from Hermione detailing her plans for them to talk about what happened to Teddy as soon as they were home in Potter Manor.

Harry was sure Hermione was chomping at the bit to be there but the Healers had told her to stay in bed and to defy them while in their line of sight was something Hermione wasn’t even brave enough to do.

Andromeda had been touched by her concern, Harry pictured the stack of material he would have to sort through on top of the pile he had in his office and was less enthused. She and Ron were waiting in his private study when he came home; Andromeda carried Teddy off to bed as Harry collapsed in to his most comfortable chair.

“I think I know how to help Teddy.”

“How is that possible, I mean it’s only been two days Hermione!”

“When has impossibility ever stopped her?” Ron asked incredulously.

“Ronald is quite right; we need to find a seer Harry, a very powerful one. That will go a long way to solving this.”

Harry felt like Hermione was having a different conversation, how in the world was a seer supposed to help Teddy?”

“I’m not sure I follow you, how will a seer stop Teddy from having visions?”

“They wouldn’t! We shouldn’t be trying to stop them any more than you would stop a muggle born from practicing magic! This is a gift that should be treasured! No what we need is someone who has been through this and can help Teddy to master his sight and use it wisely.” Hermione finished crossing her arms and looking quite cross with Harry. The brunette gulped and shuffled backwards a bit, he hadn’t even thought of having Teddy master this, he was sure the boy wouldn’t want to be different. Harry knew how much pressure there was when you could do something other people couldn’t and Teddy just didn’t need that.

“I appreciate your thoughts Mione but Teddy needs to be normal, he wants to be normal. There is no reason we can’t find a strong binding spell that will keep these powers of his under wraps.”

“And what exactly is normal Harry Potter? Being a wizard, a metamorphmagus, a muggle? What would you classify as normal?!” Hermione advanced on him poking his chest with her small finger. “Should my parents have tried to stop me from being a witch? Should they have squashed it?” Her brown eyes glowered at him with a fire he had never seen before.

“I… well no of course not Mione, I just know being different in school is hard and being my Godson will just make it harder.” Harry put both hands up in surrender hoping his friend wasn’t going to kill him where he stood.

Hermione paled then deflating in a moment her eyes began to water and she let out a small sniff. Harry wondered whether this was her way of getting him to drop his guard so she could attack.

Then the tears started and Harry was being held in a vice like grip by a weeping Hermione. Harry wrapped his arms around her and tried to be comforting.

“Oh Harry Teddy loves being y-your Godson, Don’t you know that being normal is vastly over rated? It’s something boring people made up to make interesting people feel inferior.”

Harry sighed and hugged Hermione tighter; he was obviously not going to win this argument.

“Yeah okay Mione we can do it your way, but if Teddy says he wants to stop and bind his power we let him.” He told her letting her go.

Hermione backed up smiling at Harry in a very self-satisfied way. “I am so glad you see it my way.” She exclaimed. “I am going to run up and tell Andromeda, Maybe she could call her sister, she does run in the right circles to know a rather powerful seer.” Hermione took off in to the house her heels taping loudly.

“Why do I feel used?” Harry asked staring at the place Hermione had just been standing.

“Because you were mate.” Ron told him throwing his arm around Harry’s shoulders.

By lunch Hermione and Andromeda had contacted Narcissa Malfoy. Andromeda’s older sister had been more than willing to help and they were expecting her for dinner. Teddy was still bed bound with a rather bad headache. Andromeda had sent up lunch with Kreacher with the instructions to watch the “young master” and make sure he eats all of his lunch.

Harry envied his Godson the older man wanted to be tucked in bed more than anything right then; he was exhausted from sleep deprivation and worry. His arms felt like lead as he slowly imbibed his soup and sandwich, down the table Ron was looking through one of his case files as he drank his tea. Harry envied him; the brunet wished he had something to take his mind off of all the strange things that had been happening.

Between the strange life like dreams, and Teddy’s “gift” Harry had more life interrupting events happen to him in the last two months than in the last nine years. For some reason that thought struck him as odd, his life had never been “normal” or boring until after the war. It felt like the last ten years had been one strange dream and he was finally getting back to reality, headaches included.

“Harry dear maybe you should take a nap.” Andromeda commented looking worried, “You look so pale.”

Harry smiled at her comfortingly. “Yeah I am tired; I’ll just pop up to my room for a kip and be up before dinner.” He told her standing and stretching.

“Ron and I will help Andromeda with dinner tonight Harry.” Hermione told him clearing the table.

“Aww come on Mione I need to finish reading through this case!” Ron whined as Harry walked out of the room. Harry smiled at his friends antics; they were really perfect for one another.

The walk to his bedroom seemed longer to Harry than normal, the large windows lining the walls let in the noon sun and bathed the halls in a yellow glow. This was Harry’s favorite time of day; he looked out in to the gardens bare and covered in snow. Sighing Harry looked away from the cold scene, he hated the winter it was so desolate. Entering his bedroom he waved his wand and a fire sprang to life in his large floo. Basking in the warmth of the room after the draftiness of the hall Harry stripped his jumper and shoes off, laid down and promptly fell in to an exhausted sleep.

He was sitting in the room of requirement this time. How he knew, he wasn’t sure, since he had never seen it look quite like this before. The floor was covered with plush rugs and soft furs stacked one on top of the other. Plush divans populated the area around him covered in silk and velvet. Tables laden with fruits and pastries sat near each divan ready to be enjoyed. Harry felt like he had stepped in to an exotic country.

“You don’t sleep much do you Harry?” The blond man’s voice called out from behind him. Turning Harry was met by a truly wonderful sight; the blond was laid out on a purple silk covered divan wearing billowing white pants and nothing else. “I was wondering when we would be able to finish our conversation. Come and sit with me.” He gestured to the divan next to his own.

Harry sighed and moved to sit on the low cushions. “Why are we here?” He asked suddenly. “Every time I see you I seem to be in an important place, but this… I have never even seen anything like this before.” A pained expression crossed the blonds face.

“Well you must have Harry, otherwise we wouldn’t be here; this is your dream after all.”

Harry blinked the blond seemed so depressed. “So how is this happening?” Harry asked.

“We performed a spell when everything started happening so that I could always contact you and visa versa. It’s a variation on the sleeping beauty spell. We were supposed to use it if either of us got taken and well if the lovely blue barrier outside is any indication I would say that’s happened” The blond explained, Harry blinked, his mind was weird.

“What was happening? How do I know you and why would I let you in my mind?”

“Well, I’m not sure exactly what was happening… we thought people were disappearing and this kidnapping seems to substantiate that. It also seems that the people that go missing are being erased from the minds of everyone they know. As for how you know me and why you would let me in to your mind, that’s simple, we are lovers.”

“You’re my lover?” Harry asked incredulously. “My lover who is communicating with me through my dreams and your trapped somewhere by, someone, both unknown to you. Not only that, but someone has wiped not only my memory but the memory of everyone you have come in to contact with. Does that about sum up what you, a figment in my dream, are telling me?”

The blond apparition before him sighed and clenched his fists.

“I know how it sounds Harry but its true!” He exclaimed glaring

“So why again can’t you tell me your name?”

“Because they won’t let me!” the blond cried in frustration.

“I have a bloody crazy imagination maybe I should go to a mind healer.” Harry said palming his forehead.

“I’m not Imaginary I told you I’m contacting you.”

“Through my dreams yes, yes I know you said that. You really must understand how crazy this all sounds.”

“Well it wouldn’t if you could bloody well remember me.”

“So why can’t I? Shouldn’t this spell allow me to remember you because I can’t imagine we would have over looked this giant plot hole.” Harry challenged staring at his imagination with hard eyes. This was crazy no matter how attractive an image his mind supplied he was not going to concede defeat to his own bloody subconscious!

“It wasn’t supposed to work this way you were supposed to remember as soon as you saw me.”

Harry panicked as the blond started crying, why was everyone crying today?

Before Harry could reach out to comfort his imagination the world around him shifted and he was being pulled back in to the waking world.

Ron was leaning over him when Harry opened his eyes to his bedroom.

“Hey Mate.” His best friend said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly “Sorry to wake you but Narcissa is here and she is excited to talk to you again.”

Harry smiled and sat up. “Thanks Ron, is she waiting down stairs then?” He asked grabbing his trainers and slipping them on.

“Nah she went to see Teddy real quick while I woke you up. She really seems to like kids.” Ron told him throwing Harry a cashmere jumper that he couldn’t remember owning. “Weird she never had any.”

“Well her husband died when she was very young Ron, you know that.” Harry remarked off handedly, grabbing his comb and attempting to fight his hair in to a semblance of order.

“Yeah that’s right; I can’t seem to remember that.” Ron told him as they walked out of Harry’s room and started towards the main dining room.

“Hmm, so Mione make you help with dinner?”

Dinner was a lavish affair boasting a roasted duck, cranberry sauce, dressing, blood pudding and a trifle for dessert. The five adults had a good time of it laughing, telling stories and talking about how big Teddy was getting.

Harry was happier than he could remember being in a long time. It seemed like Narcissa belonged there, her bright shining silver eyes sparkled as she told stories of her childhood with her sister. And her genteel grace made him feel at ease in her presence. She was the perfect dinner guest bringing a wonderful vintage of wine and freshly made honey biscuits for the table.

She even graced them with a song from her harp. By the end of the night Harry had to wonder why this beautiful, talented woman was still unmarried so many years after the death of her husband.

As the night was wrapping up Harry had the strangest revelation, somewhere between dinner and coffee he had realized that Narcissa Malfoy looked strangely like the man in his dream. So much so that she could have been his older sister or… mother. Harry wondered briefly why that seemed to right in his mind when to his knowledge Narcissa had never had any children of her own.

As Narcissa was leaving that night Harry leaned in to hug her, she smelled he realized as she hugged him tightly, like lilac and roses. A strange combination but one that seemed very familiar. He kissed the top of her head before he released her and then her hand before helping her with her coat and walking her out to the waiting car.

As he entered the house he was met by a very chipper Hermione.

“Maybe she could help you with your repression problems.” She said slyly.

“She is how I always dreamed my mother would be.” Harry countered. “Beautiful, prideful, loving, devoted and regal; she is everything a woman should be. So yes I like her, but in a, I wish she was my mother way, not an “I would like you to be the mother of my children” way.” Harry laughed at Hermione’s affronted look. “You can’t always be right Mione.” He told her teasingly.

“I can try.” She muttered petulantly.

Lying in bed that night Harry wondered once again at the sameness of Narcissa and his dream man. Could Hermione have been right, did he like the blond woman… sexually? Thinking about taking Narcissa to his bed made Harry feel vaguely dirty, she was for one reason or another a mother figure in his mind and it seemed no amount of resemblance to his dream man was going to make his libido feel any different.

Satisfied that he was not unconsciously crushing on a woman twice his age; Harry pulled the blankets up against the cold and let himself dream.
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