Fatally Alluring -- Chapter One
Title: Fatally Alluring (1/?)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Neville/Ginny, Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Suicide attempt, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own or know JK Rowling personally and these characters are all based upon her creation. I am taking them and playing with them a bit!
Summary: Before starting Hogwarts, Harry was rescued by someone he never knew existed. Escaping the Durley's so early, allowed Harry to finally have a family and a place he belonged to. But as always, The Dark Lord has other plans for Harry. When everything changes, Harry will find its not that easy to just walk away.
A/N: Any feedback is welcome! It fuels the fire :)
Other stories/chapters can be found in the Fiction Index
“You’re a Wizard, Harry!”
“I’m a what?” Harry was confused. First of all, wizards and magic did not exist. This was a dream, a sick and crazy new form of torture that the Dursley’s had cooked up. He glanced over his shoulder at his Aunt and Uncle who were standing in the corner of the room, furious looks upon their faces.
“A wizard! They never told you?” The man standing before him looked confused. Harry looked back at him, taking in his appearance once again. He wore a long black coat that was tattered and torn at the edges. The rest of his clothing was just as black as his coat, and appeared as if he had been living and sleeping in these clothes for more than just a few weeks. “Petunia!” The man called sharply, focusing his attention on Harry’s aunt.
“He isn’t leaving us, Sirius.” She replied softly. Both Harry and Uncle Vernon spun to look at her in surprise.
“You know him?” Uncle Vernon shouted, the veins on his neck bulging out.
“It’s Lily and James best man.” She said flippantly, brushing Vernon off as she took a step forward. “He was placed into our care, we are his Aunt and Uncle, and we will not be filling his head with such nonsense and buying into the hype of that freak school my sister was a part of.”
“Oh come off it, Petunia. I see you still haven’t found a way to rid yourself of the jealousy you had of your sister than?” The man, Sirius said before turning back to Harry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his aunt stiffen, her ears now as flaming red as the bulging veins on his Uncle’s face.
“I don’t understand…”
“Harry, I grew up with your parents. Your Dad was my best friend! I was made your Godfather the night you were born.” Sirius knelt on the floor so he and Harry were at the same level. “Because of things beyond my control… The night your parents died, we had to send you to your Aunt and Uncle. Blood and family is a very strong bond, and I wasn’t able to care for you then.” Harry nodded slowly, processing. “Your parents, and I, and you, are all wizards. It’s in your blood, Harry. And I think it’s about time you come and live with me in our world so I can prepare you for your wizarding education. What do you say?”
“Is this a joke? I mean… Wizards? They’re not real!” Harry replied quickly, looking between the man who claimed he was his Godfather and the only ‘parents’ he had over the past ten years. “Are they?”
His Aunt pursed her lips and looked away from him while his Uncle continued to stare angrily between everyone in the room.
“Harry,” Sirius caught his attention again. “Have you ever made anything happen before? Maybe something you didn’t intend to make happen? While you were feeling an extreme emotion?”
Harry thought about it for a moment. He remembered finding himself in strange places - like a rooftop, of on the other side of a locked door - when he was feeling scared or needed to get away from Dudley or his Aunt and Uncle. Slowly he nodded.
“He isn’t leaving this house!” Petunia suddenly shrieked, making everyone in the room jump. “I know exactly who you are and where you are coming from. You are not removing my nephew from this house. If you have an issue with it, you know exactly who to take it up with.”
“I highly doubt he would have a problem if Harry came to stay with someone who was going to treat him kindly and teach him the things he should know!” Sirius fired back, taking a step towards her. Uncle Vernon stepped between them, fear now replacing the anger.
“You stay back!” He stammered, throwing his hands out in front of him to stop Sirius’ advance.
“Oh please.” Sirius rolled his eyes, but stood in his place.
“I have fed him, and clothed him, and given him a roof over his head. He is healthy! Look at him!” Petunia spoke around Vernon. “I didn’t ask for a second child… this wasn’t in my plan! But we graciously took him in anyways and gave him the protection that was asked from us.”
“That’s a load of crap and you know it.”
“Excuse me…” Harry stepped up from the place against the wall he had retreated to. “I still feel like I am missing something..”
“Harry, go sit on the steps and wait for Dudley.” Petunia replied, not looking at him. “I will call you both in when it’s time for supper.”
“But this is about me! About my life! Don’t I get a say in any of this?” Although he hadn’t a clue what was truly going on, he could see that this man, his Godfather, wasn’t a prank from the Dursley’s. If there was even a glimmer of hope that somehow he could be leaving this house for good… He wasn’t going to let that pass him by.
“Where is your fireplace?” Sirius asked calmly, looking around the room.
“The… fireplace?” Harry asked confused before pointing out into the hallway. “There’s on in the sitting room…”
“Don’t you dare!” Petunia started, but Sirius was already striding out of the room. Harry’s Aunt and Uncle followed him, slowing Harry’s own advance. By the time he reached the room, there was a fire roaring in the fireplace.
“I’ll be back Harry!” Sirius said with a smile before throwing a handful of ash into the fire. The flames turned a brilliant shade of green and Sirius yelled “Hogsmeade!” as he stepped into the fire. With a ‘pop’ he was gone. Harry stared wide eyed at the firepit.
“Where did he go?” He looked quickly at his Aunt. He had disappeared. Into thin air! From a fire!
“Go to your room, Harry.” She replied, her voice dripping with venom. “Vernon, put out that fire.”
Harry slunk back into the doorway, hiding in the hallway as he watched his Aunt and Uncle carry water and sand towards the fireplace, the flames slowly being extinguished.
“Will that stop him?” He heard his Uncle ask softly, shifting the fire with an iron poker.
Behind Harry was a loud noise, like the sound of a car back firing. He jumped, knocking into the jam as he spun around. Sirius was back, standing in the kitchen beside a tall, old man in long purple robes.
He heard his Aunt swear before she shoved him out of her way, moving towards the kitchen.
“Ah, Petunia.” The old man smiled, his hands clasped in front of him. “How nice to see you.”
“I do not agree!” She replied sharply. Harry glanced at the man, worried he would be offended if his Aunt was rude. He continued smiling, moving only to push his glasses up further on his nose.
“Sirius tells me that we have a… custody battle of sorts?”
“We do not. This man wants to take Harry away! I remember every word you left in that letter on that dreadful night you brought Harry into our lives. We accepted it, we took him in!”
“I know what I wrote, Petunia. And what I said still stands true.”
“Dumbledore!” Sirius, who had been gloating beside the old man, spun towards him now, shock on his face. “You can’t be serious!”
“Ah, let me finish.” Dumbledore smiled at him before focusing back on Petunia. “Harry needs to be living with a family, that is true. The family needs to provide all basic needs; food, shelter, clothing, safety and love. I have seen many different types of families in my few years, and the love that Sirius held for James and Lily Potter gravitates towards their son as well. Harry would be provided with all of the basic needs a family is supposed to provide him.” Silence filled the room. Dumbledore’s voice was soft, but demanded presence. “And so…” He continued, looking past Petunia and resting his eyes upon Harry. “It comes to you, Harry.”
Harry swallowed and looked up as four pairs of eyes turned to look down on him. He looked to his Aunt and Uncle, their faces were hard. But in his Aunt’s eyes, he saw something there… though he couldn’t place what it was. They had provided him with everything he needed to survive, that was true… but he had never felt like he belonged in this place, this was never his home. He looked at Sirius, a man he just met, and felt hopeful.
“I want,” He stared, looking back at Dumbledore, who was standing patiently awaiting his response. “I want to go with my Godfather.”
“So it shall be done.” Dumbledore replied, “Go pack your things.”
Chapter Two
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Neville/Ginny, Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Suicide attempt, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own or know JK Rowling personally and these characters are all based upon her creation. I am taking them and playing with them a bit!
Summary: Before starting Hogwarts, Harry was rescued by someone he never knew existed. Escaping the Durley's so early, allowed Harry to finally have a family and a place he belonged to. But as always, The Dark Lord has other plans for Harry. When everything changes, Harry will find its not that easy to just walk away.
A/N: Any feedback is welcome! It fuels the fire :)
Other stories/chapters can be found in the Fiction Index
“You’re a Wizard, Harry!”
“I’m a what?” Harry was confused. First of all, wizards and magic did not exist. This was a dream, a sick and crazy new form of torture that the Dursley’s had cooked up. He glanced over his shoulder at his Aunt and Uncle who were standing in the corner of the room, furious looks upon their faces.
“A wizard! They never told you?” The man standing before him looked confused. Harry looked back at him, taking in his appearance once again. He wore a long black coat that was tattered and torn at the edges. The rest of his clothing was just as black as his coat, and appeared as if he had been living and sleeping in these clothes for more than just a few weeks. “Petunia!” The man called sharply, focusing his attention on Harry’s aunt.
“He isn’t leaving us, Sirius.” She replied softly. Both Harry and Uncle Vernon spun to look at her in surprise.
“You know him?” Uncle Vernon shouted, the veins on his neck bulging out.
“It’s Lily and James best man.” She said flippantly, brushing Vernon off as she took a step forward. “He was placed into our care, we are his Aunt and Uncle, and we will not be filling his head with such nonsense and buying into the hype of that freak school my sister was a part of.”
“Oh come off it, Petunia. I see you still haven’t found a way to rid yourself of the jealousy you had of your sister than?” The man, Sirius said before turning back to Harry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his aunt stiffen, her ears now as flaming red as the bulging veins on his Uncle’s face.
“I don’t understand…”
“Harry, I grew up with your parents. Your Dad was my best friend! I was made your Godfather the night you were born.” Sirius knelt on the floor so he and Harry were at the same level. “Because of things beyond my control… The night your parents died, we had to send you to your Aunt and Uncle. Blood and family is a very strong bond, and I wasn’t able to care for you then.” Harry nodded slowly, processing. “Your parents, and I, and you, are all wizards. It’s in your blood, Harry. And I think it’s about time you come and live with me in our world so I can prepare you for your wizarding education. What do you say?”
“Is this a joke? I mean… Wizards? They’re not real!” Harry replied quickly, looking between the man who claimed he was his Godfather and the only ‘parents’ he had over the past ten years. “Are they?”
His Aunt pursed her lips and looked away from him while his Uncle continued to stare angrily between everyone in the room.
“Harry,” Sirius caught his attention again. “Have you ever made anything happen before? Maybe something you didn’t intend to make happen? While you were feeling an extreme emotion?”
Harry thought about it for a moment. He remembered finding himself in strange places - like a rooftop, of on the other side of a locked door - when he was feeling scared or needed to get away from Dudley or his Aunt and Uncle. Slowly he nodded.
“He isn’t leaving this house!” Petunia suddenly shrieked, making everyone in the room jump. “I know exactly who you are and where you are coming from. You are not removing my nephew from this house. If you have an issue with it, you know exactly who to take it up with.”
“I highly doubt he would have a problem if Harry came to stay with someone who was going to treat him kindly and teach him the things he should know!” Sirius fired back, taking a step towards her. Uncle Vernon stepped between them, fear now replacing the anger.
“You stay back!” He stammered, throwing his hands out in front of him to stop Sirius’ advance.
“Oh please.” Sirius rolled his eyes, but stood in his place.
“I have fed him, and clothed him, and given him a roof over his head. He is healthy! Look at him!” Petunia spoke around Vernon. “I didn’t ask for a second child… this wasn’t in my plan! But we graciously took him in anyways and gave him the protection that was asked from us.”
“That’s a load of crap and you know it.”
“Excuse me…” Harry stepped up from the place against the wall he had retreated to. “I still feel like I am missing something..”
“Harry, go sit on the steps and wait for Dudley.” Petunia replied, not looking at him. “I will call you both in when it’s time for supper.”
“But this is about me! About my life! Don’t I get a say in any of this?” Although he hadn’t a clue what was truly going on, he could see that this man, his Godfather, wasn’t a prank from the Dursley’s. If there was even a glimmer of hope that somehow he could be leaving this house for good… He wasn’t going to let that pass him by.
“Where is your fireplace?” Sirius asked calmly, looking around the room.
“The… fireplace?” Harry asked confused before pointing out into the hallway. “There’s on in the sitting room…”
“Don’t you dare!” Petunia started, but Sirius was already striding out of the room. Harry’s Aunt and Uncle followed him, slowing Harry’s own advance. By the time he reached the room, there was a fire roaring in the fireplace.
“I’ll be back Harry!” Sirius said with a smile before throwing a handful of ash into the fire. The flames turned a brilliant shade of green and Sirius yelled “Hogsmeade!” as he stepped into the fire. With a ‘pop’ he was gone. Harry stared wide eyed at the firepit.
“Where did he go?” He looked quickly at his Aunt. He had disappeared. Into thin air! From a fire!
“Go to your room, Harry.” She replied, her voice dripping with venom. “Vernon, put out that fire.”
Harry slunk back into the doorway, hiding in the hallway as he watched his Aunt and Uncle carry water and sand towards the fireplace, the flames slowly being extinguished.
“Will that stop him?” He heard his Uncle ask softly, shifting the fire with an iron poker.
Behind Harry was a loud noise, like the sound of a car back firing. He jumped, knocking into the jam as he spun around. Sirius was back, standing in the kitchen beside a tall, old man in long purple robes.
He heard his Aunt swear before she shoved him out of her way, moving towards the kitchen.
“Ah, Petunia.” The old man smiled, his hands clasped in front of him. “How nice to see you.”
“I do not agree!” She replied sharply. Harry glanced at the man, worried he would be offended if his Aunt was rude. He continued smiling, moving only to push his glasses up further on his nose.
“Sirius tells me that we have a… custody battle of sorts?”
“We do not. This man wants to take Harry away! I remember every word you left in that letter on that dreadful night you brought Harry into our lives. We accepted it, we took him in!”
“I know what I wrote, Petunia. And what I said still stands true.”
“Dumbledore!” Sirius, who had been gloating beside the old man, spun towards him now, shock on his face. “You can’t be serious!”
“Ah, let me finish.” Dumbledore smiled at him before focusing back on Petunia. “Harry needs to be living with a family, that is true. The family needs to provide all basic needs; food, shelter, clothing, safety and love. I have seen many different types of families in my few years, and the love that Sirius held for James and Lily Potter gravitates towards their son as well. Harry would be provided with all of the basic needs a family is supposed to provide him.” Silence filled the room. Dumbledore’s voice was soft, but demanded presence. “And so…” He continued, looking past Petunia and resting his eyes upon Harry. “It comes to you, Harry.”
Harry swallowed and looked up as four pairs of eyes turned to look down on him. He looked to his Aunt and Uncle, their faces were hard. But in his Aunt’s eyes, he saw something there… though he couldn’t place what it was. They had provided him with everything he needed to survive, that was true… but he had never felt like he belonged in this place, this was never his home. He looked at Sirius, a man he just met, and felt hopeful.
“I want,” He stared, looking back at Dumbledore, who was standing patiently awaiting his response. “I want to go with my Godfather.”
“So it shall be done.” Dumbledore replied, “Go pack your things.”
Chapter Two