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Harry Potter and the wizarding world	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10766 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. I do own some of the characters that are of my imagination as well as the plot that I came up with.

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CHAPTER 9
“This is outrageous!” exclaimed Hermione during breakfast, the first day of the new school year, threw the newspaper she was reading next to Ron and Harry, and grabbed a toast. “How can they even let him walk freely doing such things?”
Harry and Ron exchanged surprised looks and shrugged it off. Not long after that they heard an annoying tapping sound and saw Hermione staring at them from the other side of the table with disapproval.
“What? What did we do this time?” asked Ron reaching for a glass of pumpkin juice, while Harry helped himself to a toast.
“Even you Harry?” she added in a hushed voice so that no one around them could hear what she was saying, and waved the Daily Prophet in front of their faces. “Aren’t you interested in this at all? They’re accusing Sirius, after all.”
Harry glanced at the newspaper and noticed it was yet another article about those strange attacks on kids. It wasn’t true that he was uninterested in that particular case, but from what he knew, the Ministry hasn’t caught the culprit yet; not to mention, he was starting to think it was some kind of a really bad joke, because nothing really happened to the victims.
“Of course I’m interested, but it’s not Sirius’ doing,” he whispered and started eating his breakfast.
“We know that, but the public doesn’t and they’re blaming it on him,” she said.
“But Hermione is it really worth such a fuss? Look there…and there,” Ron pointed at a boy at the Ravenclaw table and a girl at the Hufflepuff table. “They were ‘attacked’ by this Shadow git and do they really look hurt to you?”
She huffed and continued “No, but they lost almost one entire term in school.”
“And you’re talking about studying again. Please Mione, we just got here,” whined the boy.
While Ron and Hermione continued their bickering, Harry took that opportunity to finish his breakfast and observe the students that were pointed out by Ron earlier. Indeed, there was no sign of them being hurt or having any difficulties in school because of the attack. However Harry could have sworn that one or two times he has seen something unusual about their aura; as if something was floating around them; but moments later, he couldn’t see it anymore.
He poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and watched his friends’ ‘fight’, which was quite amusing at times.
“What are you smiling at, mate?” asked exasperated Ron. “You’ll see, she’s going to force us to study hard starting this week.”
“Isn’t that why we’re already in our fourth year, and not still in first?” joked Harry and sipped his juice.
“Hello Harry,” said a sweet female voice behind him. He turned around to see Cho with her friends walking by.
All of a sudden he felt as if someone was watching him, and it weren’t his friends or Cho; then a stinging pain in his forehead showed up again. It wasn’t very painful, but he couldn’t keep up his juice and spilled it on his robes.
“H-hi Cho,” was all he could say and searched for a napkin, while the Ravenclaw girls walked away giggling again.
‘Merlin’s beard, I’m really starting to hate those giggles,’ he thought to himself and saw Hermione smiling at him meaningfully.
“Don’t jump to conclusions Hermione,” said Harry scanning the Great Hall to see if there was really something suspicious around; he could have sworn he felt someone’s eyes on himself.
“You can deny it, but I can see it that you like her,” she laughed heartily and collected her books.
Harry honestly couldn’t understand why Hermione was so dead set on the idea of him liking Cho Chang; she was pretty, but in Harry’s opinion not more than Hermione, Ginny or any other girl in the school. That however, didn’t mean anything; he never really felt anything even close to infatuation or love for anyone. He wasn’t concerned about that, though; he concluded he’s probably still got time for those matters.

Harry waited with the rest of Gryffindors by Hagrid’s hut and warily observed the disgusting little creatures in the cages. Knowing Hagrid’s taste for different awful monsters he supposed the ones in the cages would be the topic of their lesson.
Ron and Hermione had a similar impression as the rest of their classmates – whatever those creatures were, they were horrible.
“They a’ Blast-Ended-Skrewts,” explained the half giant, when finally someone asked him what were those slimy little things. “Yer goin’ to take care of ‘em.”
“And why exactly would we want to do that?” asked someone with a sneer.
The trio looked around and saw a group of fourth year Slytherins arrive, with Draco Malfoy in front.
“Malfoy,” noticed Ron “He always has to oppose Hagrid’s teaching, doesn’t he.”
Although normally Harry would wholeheartedly agree with Ron, this time he thought Malfoy was actually right. He couldn’t even think of any use for those skrewt-things.
Meanwhile, Hagrid was struggling to find the answer to Draco’s question. It seemed the half giant himself didn’t have a clue what for anyone could use Blast-Ended-Skrewts; he probably found those creatures interesting and decided to teach about them. The only problem was he didn’t know more about them than his students.
“That’s not today’s topic,” answered Hagrid “Today yer goin’ ter try an’ find out what they eat.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood there and watched Hagrid show different food they could try to feed the skrewts with. Meanwhile, Slytherins waited safely in a distance and snickered at Draco’s insulting remarks on the half giant’s teaching skills.
“Come on, I have enough of them,” said Hermione and dragged Ron by the sleeve, closer to the cages. “They never change.”
“But Hermione, do you really think it’s a good idea for us to take care of those things?” asked Harry in a low voice, following them toward the creatures.
“No. Honestly, I think that for the first time in my life I agree with Malfoy, but I’m not going to let him offend Hagrid anyway.”
Not even ten minutes after the start of the lesson and already five people got hurt by the sudden blasts of the skrewts. Thankfully, those weren’t any serious injuries, but that was probably only because those were just baby skrewts.
‘Don’t want to be looking after them when they get bigger,’ thought Harry. ‘Seriously, what was Hagrid thinking?’
When he spotted that their teacher was standing alone near his hut, Harry walked to him in order to ask him a few questions that were bothering him.
“Fascinatin’ creatures, aren’ they?” Hagrid said with admiration.
“Yeah…I suppose,” he said unconvinced. “Say, Hagrid…I know it’s not a question for today, but could you tell me what are those…creatures actually useful for?”
The half giant’s face got a bit pink; he got closer to Harry and whispered “You see…I don’ know yet.”
“You don’t know yet?” the teen asked in disbelief.
“They have ter be useful fer somethin’,” he said with a wide smile. “Ye’ll find out. It’s gonna be fun this year.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he just heard. Hagrid really didn’t have a clue what he was doing. This made Harry thinking whether or not the half giant understood that they were humans and things that may have been harmless for Hagrid, might seriously hurt them.
The entire situation was ridiculous and beyond his strength. The constant dreams he had didn’t let him get much sleep; as was the pain in his forehead that came and went. Now the rising question about Hagrid’s sanity wasn’t helping much to brighten up Harry’s mood. It was all giving him a terrible headache.
He stopped by his friends and a group of Slytherins, who finally decided to join the rest of students.
“So, who next ter feed ‘em?” asked cheerfully Hagrid.
“You go Harry,” someone from his own house suggested and he felt growing irritation.
‘Why is it always me who has to go first?’ he thought.
Moment later someone started tugging him by his robe’s sleeve and someone else pushing him forward; that irritated him immensely. He saw those were some Gryffindor girls who tried to force him to volunteer.
Harry felt something break in him, a warm feeling inside his chest; he yanked his arm from their grip and said “If you’re so eager to take care of those” he pointed to the skrewts “then be my guest. It’s only polite to let the ladies go first.”
“Are you alright, mate?” whispered Ron. “Though I understand not wanting to get near those things, that reaction was so not like you.”

Barty couldn’t wait for his next lesson to start. He was supposed to have it with fourth year Gryffindors and that meant he got the chance to meet the famous Golden Boy. Oh, how he wished he could use a curse or two on Potter for everything he has done to his Lord years ago. Unfortunately he was forbidden to hurt the teen; the Dark Lord himself forbade him to do that, because he had a plan concerning Harry Potter.
‘One tiny little Crucio wouldn’t hurt,’ he thought walking into the classroom. ‘But master would find out about it for sure.’
When the door closed behind him, he noticed the dead silence; which was awkward for the usually loud students.
‘So, they actually have respect for old Mad-Eye,’ he laughed inwardly. ‘Respect or fear. Either way, let’s see what do we have here.’
He slowly walked between rows of desks limping and observing the students, his magical eye moving around in his head to catch us much information as possible.
Part of his task was to see if there were children with dark affinity in other houses than Slytherin and how many. After first glance at the class he already knew he shouldn’t be expecting much. Just like he predicted, most of those students were definitely light witches and wizards; he spotted a few who may have inclination towards neutral magic, but not very destructive.
Walking past one or two desks he sensed traces of dark magic. Nervously he turned to face the students sitting there, but it seemed they were unaware of Barty’s own magical affinity.
‘Thank Merlin, I’ve learned to hide my dark aura,’ he thought remembering that wizards with the same magical affinity could sense other wizards like themselves.
He stopped by his desk and watched his students once more. Yes, there were far more light wizards and witches here than he felt comfortable with. Then his gaze landed on Potter. It was strange, but he couldn’t sense any magic in his aura; that would mean the Boy-Who-Lived wasn’t a wizard at all, but he was. This discovery bothered Barty. He should be able to see something, anything in the boy’s aura; unless his magical affinity was being restrained by something.
“Professor Moody,” asked a bushy haired girl.
“Yes, Ms…” he asked unsure of the girl’s name.
“Granger, Hermione Granger,” she answered and continued with her question. “What will be the subject of today’s lesson?”
“Ah, yes.” He got a hold of himself and proceeded. “I’ve got a letter from professor Lupin what you have done last year, but I believe in a different approach of the subject. To fight against a certain type of magic you should understand the nature of that magic.”
The entire class looked dumbstruck by his words. Most of them were probably scared right now that the crazy Moody would try to teach them Dark Arts. No matter how much Barty would prefer to do that rather than Defence, he couldn’t; he had to stick to the plan. He was aware that Dumbledore would get suspicious of him sooner or later.
‘Let’s not give the old man a reason to worry about good old Mad-Eye,’ thought Barty.
“Who can tell me what it means to be a dark witch or wizard?” he asked and everyone rushed to give him an answer; but as quick as they wanted to answer, they closed their mouths and fell silent thinking about something. “The simplest questions are always the toughest to answer, eh? Let’s have another one then. Where do you find a dark witch or wizard?”
Two boys in the back started sniggering and said “In Slytherin.”
Everyone started laughing at their comment.
“So I’ve heard, Mr Finnigan,” said Moody with a smirk.
‘Insolent brat,’ he added in his head.
“However,” he continued and the class was silent again. “I suppose you don’t know where your magic comes from? And you don’t know that your magic can differ from one another in its nature.”
Once more Barty took the opportunity to search the students’ faces to see their reaction. It was obvious most of them haven’t got a clue about the things he was saying. Remembering Magical Theory classes from when he attended Hogwarts, he knew none of the teachers told students about magical affinities; they only told them their magic comes from their magical core, nothing else. Then they taught them only light, good and positive magic was the right type of magic and everything else was fundamentally wrong.
“There are three types of magic that a witch or wizard can be born with,” came a hesitant answer from one of the boys.
Barty turned to him immediately and noticed the boy was from a pure blood family and he was one of the very few in the room who had dark aura. That explained how he knew the answer. Most pure blood wizarding families taught their children the basic knowledge on magic before they went to Hogwarts.
“Correct, Mr Noel” said the older wizard. “Indeed. There are three types of magic,” he continued and wrote three words on the blackboard – Light, Neutral, Dark.
“Professor,” called Hermione, obviously something about this new information bothered her. “What does it mean ‘three types of magic that one can be born with’?”
“It means exactly what you just said, Ms Granger. One can be born a light, neutral or a dark wizard,” explained calmly the teacher, but seeing the girl had more questions which he didn’t want to answer just yet, he changed the subject. “Now that you know the basics, let us catch up on the curses. You ought to know what they are to know how to deal with them.”
For the rest of the lesson Hermione only listened, but she was visibly upset about Moody’s idea to introduce them to Unforgivable Curses.
Not only Hermione had mixed feelings about it, though. Harry was thrilled to have lessons with Mad-Eye, but seeing the Killing Curse first hand wasn’t something he was very happy about. Though, just like Hermione, he was bothered by those magic types that Moody told them about. If Harry understood correctly what was said, a person does not become Dark, a person has to be born Dark. He couldn’t decide if that knowledge made him feel better or worse, but it brought up a different question.
“Professor,” asked Harry, when everyone except for Ron and Hermione left the classroom.
“What’s bothering you, Potter?” asked the fake Moody, surprised to see the teen come to him already after the first lesson.
“I was wondering about those magic …”
“Magical affinities,” finished Moody.
“Yes,” Harry agreed. “If a person is born with a certain type of magic…can they change it later on in life? Can someone Light turn Dark or the other way round?”
Barty studied the boy for a good minute before he answered “That’s the thing, Potter. You can’t. If you try, your magical core might break and you’ll be no better than a Squib.”

Sitting in the Potions classroom in the dungeons, Snape gathered parchment with the results of his research on the unusual nutrition potion. He already made all the necessary brewing, analysing and even made notes on his founding. That however, didn’t go exactly the way he expected it to go.
He opened the door and let the students in. A group of fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherins poured into the room and took their seats.
Severus stopped by his desk and looked at his notes there. He needed time to think; he needed answers to the mystery surrounding that potion.
A sudden ruckus at the back of the room alerted him and he saw one of the Gryffindors on his knees, picking up the cauldron that has fallen just a moment ago.
‘Longbottom,’ the potions master sighed inwardly. ‘How can he be good at Herbology but hopeless in Potions?’
Potter and his friends immediately hurried to help Neville, who already paled, when professor Snape glared at him.
That only reminded Severus of the fact that he’ll have to endure another school year with Potter. The fact that the boy’s abilities regarding Potions were only average angered him even more; he found it insulting to Lily’s memory that her son inherited only her eyes, but personality and abilities were entirely James’.
A sudden and somewhat annoying giggle to his right turned out to be Ms Parkinson.
As usual the girl was clinging to Malfoy’s side. The boy didn’t seem to care, though. Just as his father, Draco adored attention so Ms Parkinson’s behaviour didn’t bother him at all.
Severus Snape, however, had a different opinion on that. As arrogant as the boy may be, he was really bright when it came to Potions. Parkinson’s constant attention was starting to distract Malfoy in his studies, and that Snape could not allow.
Once more he glanced at his research notes on the table and suddenly an idea popped into his head.
“Not there, Ms Parkinson,” said icy voice of the potions master, when the girl wanted to take her seat next to Draco. “This year you’re going to work in pairs; pairs I’m going to appoint.”
Disappointed whining filled the room. Everybody thought this was another one of Snape’s ideas of making their school year miserable. Neville and some other Gryffindors looked terrified at the Slytherin side of the classroom; they didn’t want to be paired with them as much as Slytherins.
Severus smirked slightly, noticing such reaction. He wasn’t planning on doing that and to be honest, there was no need for them to work in pairs, but it was a perfect opportunity for him; that way he’d have more time to focus on his research. He just needed to choose the pairs wisely; otherwise, it might turn out to be a bigger disaster than he anticipated.
“Brown…Patil, Bulstrode…Greengrass, Cameron…Holmwood, Crabbe…Davis, Davidson…Dunbar, Finnigan…Wright, Goyle…Parkinson,” a muffled whine could be heard and Pansy moved next to Goyle. “Granger…Roper, Higgs…Zabini, Longbottom…Thomas, Malfoy…Simmons, Midgen…Weasley, Noel…Potter, Nott…Perks.”
Some of the students were relieved they didn’t have to work with someone from a different House; but there were also those who still felt disappointed. Writing instructions on the blackboard Severus could see from the corner of his eye terrified Thomas, who already expected he’ll have a hard time in Potions.
“Oi mate, I don’t want to work with her,” whispered Ron to Harry and sent a weak smile to Eloise Midgen.
“Oh, suck it up Ron,” Hermione rushed him.
“Easy for you to say,” whined the redhead and walked over to Eloise’s cauldron.
“I guess Snape showed me mercy this time,” said Harry glad he was paired with Phelan; they haven’t talked much during the last three years, but he seemed a decent bloke.
“He took it out on poor Dean…and his own snakes.”
After that comment Harry looked to the other side of the room and saw pouting Pansy Parkinson; and Malfoy wearing an expression he couldn’t quite interpret; probably the best word to describe it would be bewilderment.
When the students were finally paired and working on their potions Severus sat by his desk and studied his notes. He read them at least a dozen times, but he couldn’t find the answer he was looking for. Whole summer he analysed the potion and blood samples he acquired last school year and it already gave him a headache. Severus couldn’t sleep knowing he didn’t have the answer. It bothered him he missed something.
‘For Merlin’s sakes, I’ve checked both blood samples and nothing!’ he yelled in his thoughts. ‘This potion, it’s definitely doing something to those kids’ magic…but what?!’
“Excuse me, professor,” called someone from the class. “We’ve already finished.”
Snape stood up and noticed the lesson should be ending soon; he was so absorbed in his musings he didn’t keep track of the time. He walked between tables and checked their cauldrons with disapproval. As always, he wasn’t planning to give any points to Gryffindor, even if Granger’s potion was decent; it was already a habit of his not to award them any points.
“Now that’s a well brewed potion,” he praised Malfoy, who was beaming with pride and smirking at Potter and his friends. “Five points for Slytherin.”
When the class was finally over and almost everyone left, Draco collected his books and looked at Jamie, “You’re not that bad, Simmons.”
“Really? You’re praising a Mudblood?” she teased him.
“I never called you that,” the blond protested.
“I know, but watch out, someone might think you want to be nice to me,” she fought back a laugh, when Draco made a confused and very un-Malfoy like face. “And by the way, can’t you just let it go for Potter?”
Draco stopped in his steps and glared at his classmate, “You better watch out, Simmons. Someone might actually think you like him.” After that he strutted down the corridor, leaving the girl dumbstruck.

For the next few days Harry acted odd; he seemed nervous and even the smallest things could easily agitate him. Shortly after the beginning of term, even Ron and Hermione noticed their friend’s odd behaviour, but decided not to intervene; they thought Harry’s unexpected dreams and hurting scar were taking their toll on him.
“You alright, mate?” asked Ron one day, heading with Harry to Divination class. He saw his friend rub the scar all morning and he was starting to worry; what if Hermione was right and it all had something to do with Voldemort.
“I’m fine. It’s just a bit stinging today,” Harry shrugged it off, but the truth was he himself was starting to get worried, because his scar was hurting for the last month or so; sometimes more, sometimes less, but it was constantly warm and stinging.
Ron didn’t seem satisfied with Harry’s answer. He thought that maybe he was overreacting, or maybe it was influence of Hermione, but his best friend was seriously acting strange; Harry was silent most of the time, but very often he quickly got agitated by the smallest things. Another matter was Harry’s crush on Cho Chang; he acted silly whenever she showed up and when she wasn’t around, he seemed to be looking for her.
Entering the classroom, Ron sighed heavily catching Harry’s attention.
“What’s wrong?” asked Harry.
“Do we really have to take this class?” whined Ron.
“Guess we should have taken a different class with Hermione,” answered Harry.
Sometimes he really wished he had chosen something other than Divination; but this was the price they had to pay for an easy subject.
“I wonder what rubbish she’s going to talk about this time,” said Ron heading to their seats.
“Probably about my long and painful death,” commented sarcastically Harry.
“That’s not funny, mate,” redhead looked his way. “I’m telling you, she’s mental.”
Harry couldn’t agree more and laughed.
They were the last ones to enter the room; even Trelawney was already there.
For some reason, Harry thought someone was watching him. He had this strange feeling for a while now, but he never managed to find out if his suspicions were right; he never caught anyone staring at him.
“Hey Harry,” called Ron from his seat. “Where are you going?”
Harry looked at the staircase once more and he could swear he saw someone hiding there. “I’ll be right back.”
He left the room and quickly walked down a few stairs; he got half way down, but didn’t find anyone there. Even though he couldn’t see anyone, he could still feel someone’s gaze on himself.
“Who’s here?” asked frustrated Harry. He couldn’t think of any person, who would have a reason to stalk him - and he was already sure that someone was stalking him.
Not finding anyone, he walked upstairs to join Ron, but all the time he practically felt someone’s presence.
“Where have you been?” asked Ron when Harry sat next to him. “She already started her nonsense.”
Professor Trelawney, as always, circled around the tables and students. She started her speech about seeing into the future, but as usual, Harry and Ron stopped paying attention after the first ten minutes.
“So?” asked again Ron “Where have you been? You went out so suddenly.”
“You’ll think I’m going loony, but I have this feeling that someone is following me,” explained Harry whispering.
“Seriously? People are following you here since your first day in Hogwarts. Some witches and wizards were even trying to look for you, even before that,” said Ron, pretending he was interested in the book on divination, on their table.
“You mean nobody knew where I was; that I lived with Muggles?” kept asking Harry.
“No. From what Mum and Dad always say, after that night, when you and your parents were attacked, you simply vanished. Dumbledore hid you with your relatives.”
“But why leave me with them? Why with the Dursleys and not with Padfoot? He placed me with the Dursleys right away, even though he didn’t know them well. Why not leave me with Padfoot? He was arrested later; he was innocent. Why the Headmaster couldn’t trust him and help him out of Azkaban?”
“I know your relatives are awful and you’d be better off with Padfoot, but right now I think you’re reading too much into it. It was war, people were scared. Even Dumbledore could make a mistake.”
‘True, he could. But Sirius had to pay twelve years of his freedom for that mistake. Even now, he had to run and hide. This is ridiculous,’ Harry thought to himself and once more felt growing frustration.
He kept thinking about it and couldn’t get the annoying questions out of his head. How different would his life be if he had lived with Sirius; where would they live? He heard so far that the Black family was a very old and rich wizarding family – judging by how easy it was for Sirius to buy him Firebolt, the Blacks had no reason to worry about money. He remembered the wizard in Diagon Alley telling him about Sirius’ mother.
‘If I lived with my godfather, would I get to know his mother as well? Would we live in a big, old house?’ thought Harry remembering the Blacks’ house elf. ‘House elves always come with old, grand houses, right?’
Suddenly he noticed something warm spreading inside his chest; it was warm, but at the same time neither pleasant nor painful. It felt as if this ‘something’ wanted to get out of his chest, but couldn’t.
“Oh, look at me dear,” came a sudden voice of professor Trelawney; she unconsciously grabbed his hand and looked mournfully at him.
Harry felt the warm existence inside, started to wriggle and it was hard for him to breath. Trelawney’s craziness didn’t help much, either.
“Dear boy, oh I see dark times coming for you, it’s in your aura,” she announced dramatically.
“Yes, yes I know. I’m going to suffer and death will come for me,” said sarcastically Harry and jerked his hand away from Trelawney.
Confused witch stood there for a while and watched something around Harry; it was dark grey and it seemed to be pouring out of him. Shortly, the class was over and she went back to her happy-go-lucky, usual self.
“Seriously Harry, what’s going on with you?” asked Ron when they left the classroom. “I mean, I know she’s irritating, but you never snapped at her before.”
“I don’t know. I must be tired, that’s all.”

Voldemort sat in the library of Riddle House and searched books on old rituals. He already chose one to revive his body, but he kept searching if there was something even better.
No matter how hard he tried to find something, he couldn’t. It seemed the ritual he chose would be the only working one in current circumstances.
Voldemort couldn’t wait to get it on with it. He wanted his body back; he had enough of this pathetic, rudimentary body; not to mention how annoying it was to relay so much on Wormtail. He never liked the plump wizard – he always seemed pathetic, yet sly; too sly for Voldemort’s liking. That’s why he was extremely lucky to find Crouch Jr. and Shadow.
On the floor slithered Nagini. The snake got closer to its master and hissed something.
“Thank you, Nagini.”
“Speaking of the devil,” he said. What news do you bring me, Shadow?
The younger wizard walked into the room; his face was covering his mask.
“I’m watching him. Potter seems to have noticed it, he doesn’t know who’s following him.”
“Did he tell McGonagall or Dumbledore about it?” asked Voldemort; he was sure Shadow knew how not to get caught, but they couldn’t risk Dumbledore suspecting anything.
“No. He kept it to himself.”
“Good,” he patted the snake laying next him. “What about gaining his trust? He will not trust someone who attacks children and stalks him.”
“As for that. I’ve noticed something that might interest you,” started Shadow. “I’ve been watching him for the last two weeks and there seems to be something odd with his magic.”
“Explain,” ordered Voldemort suddenly interested in the news.
“From time to time his aura changes. It feels like it has something to do with his magical affinity; like something is blocking him.”
“Like with those children you sent to St. Mungo’s?” asked the older wizard.
“Yes and no. Something is blocking his magic, just like with those other kids, but I’ve never seen anything like it; not like with the other kids.”
Voldemort was silent for some time thinking intensely about Shadow’s words.
He long since forgot about his original plans and hopes for young Harry, but if what Shadow was telling him was true then maybe not everything was lost. According to Barty there was something odd about Potter too. He definitely needed more information to do something about it.
“Keep observing him,” he said finally “And for Merlin’s sakes, try to gain his trust already. We might not have much time left.”
“Yes,” answered shortly Shadow.
“You don’t know how to address me or are you doing that on purpose?” asked Voldemort whe the other wizard was about to leave.
“No one told me I’m to call you my lord. Besides, I was forced to help you.”
“And yet, your father became a Death Eater willingly.”
“Maybe he truly believed in your cause?”
“You don’t?”
“Right now I don’t know your plans or your cause.” Said Shadow and walked to the door. “But maybe someday, when I understand your motives, I’ll help you willingly.”
He nodded and left the older wizard alone with Nagini.
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