Part 04
**** Resting place nr 01 ****
John was sitting on the bank waiting for the two kids to show up. He instinctively knew that the ûinactive- traps he had sensed earlier were now activated. The traps werenÆt meant to keep him there for long, they were purely meant to slow him down. These kids are pure smarter then one would think of them he mused silently. His mood grew more serious as he thought how to tackle the problem he now had. How was he to prove his story to them? He didnÆt even remember everything. He sighed; he knew he could be very useful to them.
How could he prove that he was honest with them? A wizard oath maybe? But they wouldnÆt know the limitations of an oath like that, and would probably think he was trying to fool them. John sighed again, and then figured he best had let them come to him. He knew for a fact that if he wanted too, he could easily go to the control room. After all, it was his old base of operations. John was so deep in his thoughts, that he didnÆt hear the two boys approaching. Nor did he hear the amused cough.
And nor did he hear the silent: ôerhm excuse meö No, John was to deep in thought for him to hear that. He was abruptly forced out of his thoughts when a bucket of ûice cold- water was dumped over him.
Maybe it was the fact that he just cursed, maybe it was for a different reason entirely, but for that moment all three men present just laughed their asses off. When Harry finally regained himself he asked: why are you laughing anyway? You are supposed to curse at us, and make a funny face so we can laugh at your situation you know.
Harry had said this so matter-of-factly that John started to laugh again. This time, both boys just stared at him, which caused him to laugh even harder. Harry, do you think this guy is crazy or something? Dudley asked silently?
Harry shook his head and replied: no I think we have been had somehow, but I canÆt figure out how exactly. The tension that had been there minutes before, had vanished entirely, and Dudley finally decided to get to the point.
Maybe it is time to introduce yourself and to explain to us how you are here, and more important: WHY you are here.
John coughed and nodded. Fine then he said with a small pout on his face.
Growing serious now, he finally started: I am John Potter. The reason I could find this base, well ship should be a better name for it, is because this ship is err was mine. I came here when I was eight. The ship was completely abandoned, and it seemed it was abandoned in a hurry. I do not know why, or the reason of this. The only thing I did remember was my name and random memories.
Since that moment I have worked on remembering everything, but it is blocked in some way, that I canÆt seem to break.
Wait a moment said Dudley, did you say POTTER? John gave a short nod.
Indeed I did. I have checked for public records, and I am the ONLY person in the world with the last name Potter that is still alive. Dudley blinked at that, and then said: excuse me? My name is Dudley POTTER, and my brother here is called: Harry POTTER. John blinked, and asked: arenÆt you Dudley Dursley? Dudley sighed and said: we discovered that we are a twin, as you can obviously see the remembrance between me and my twin. My æparentsÆ and Dudley said this with clear disgust and sarcasm in his voice treated me as their son, and Harry as their slave.
IÆm not stupid you know, I realized that it wasnÆt normal behavior, so we talked, and one thing led to another so to speak. Wait a moment said Harry, you said you couldnÆt access the computers, so why is that we can? John was shocked and excited at the same time. You can access the computers?
The complete database? Harry nodded. I know a lot of computers, Dudley might be able to fix anything, but I do the computers. It was obvious that Harry was quit proud of this, but John ignored it for the moment.
John sighed and said: I think we might be talking about different things. Its not that I couldnÆt access the computers, but more that I didnÆt understand it. I spent three long years trying to make sense of the language. When I became eleven, I received my invitation for Hogwarts, and so I went. It was strange, that they didnÆt seem to think it strange. The Potter family was almost gone at the time, and so it was partly up to me to restore it. I spent a century and a half leading the family, and then I left. When I checked back twenty years ago, it seemed that the Potter family was once again close to extinction, only this time I couldnÆt interfere.
James Potter, and his wife Lilly Potter had been in hiding already and rumour had it that their children had died in birth. When voldemort attacked them, and they were killed, I knew for a fact I was the only Potter left, so I left the magical world. Since then I lived in the muggle world and worked my way up in the ranks of the police forces. Dudley blinked and slowly asked: how old are you then? John sighed and replied I think IÆm close to two hundred and fifty years old.
I donÆt know how old I really am since; I donÆt really know if eight was my real age in the first place.
I could be a thousand years for all I know, but I donÆt think that is likely. Add to that the fact that I can appear almost any age that I want, and well, I leave the rest to you two. Look, said Harry, IÆm going to be blunt with you, my gut tells me to trust you, but how do I know this isnÆt a story to get us to trust you? John shook his head sadly and said: I have been thinking of that ever since I came here. If you know of a way, tell me and IÆll do it.
Harry shook his head and said: you told us you have plenty of knowledge about magic. Then prove it. Tell us about a way, a magical person uses if there is a similar situation. John sighed and replied promptly: there is the magical oath. But I didnÆt think you would go for that, since you donÆt know about a magical oath, and thus we are going in circles. Harry smiled, and said: even so, it doesnÆt matter. Normally, if you do an act of magic, there has to be a sign that the magic has worked, and thus if you do this oath, and there is a visible ¼reaction of the magic, then it is likely the oath will work as you word it.
John opened his mouth to say something, and then he closed it. Damn he muttered silently. You are right. I didnÆt even think of that. Alright he said, with new determination in his eyes, tell me how to say the oath, and you will have it.
Finally after ten minutes it was decided.
I John Potter, hereby swear upon my magic and honour that everything I have told Harry Potter and Dudley Potter is the truth to my knowledge.
I will try my best to tell them anything they want to know, and will support them anyway I can ûif possible-.
Hereby I swear. Now let it be done!
John glowed for a few seconds, then a bright beam hit Dudley and Harry for less then a second, a wire of white light connected them and then the light vanished.
Harry was perplexed, and slowly asked: was that supposed to happen?
John slowly nodded and said I think so. The reaction was bit bright, but that could be for several reasons, he trailed offà
Harry nodded and said: well, welcome to the family I guess he said slowly. He trailed off and then asked: does this mean you are our grandfather?
John blinked and then gave a sincere smile and said: I think that means it does.
You donÆt have to call me like that thought, calling me grandpa makes me feel soàold. Harry snorted and said mockingly but you ARE old. John replied before he could help himself: why you littleà And so it happened that the three surviving Potters playfully insulted each other like they had done it for years.
Some place else in a high room in a beautiful castle, an old man was seething in anger. He had tried everything he could think of to trace the blasted Harry Potter. He couldnÆt afford to let the boy have confidence. If he had, then he wouldnÆt look at him as a grandpa figure. The old man sighed and then thought: at least I know the boy is still alive, if he wasnÆt, then the name wouldnÆt appear on the scroll of first years.
He turned around, and opened said scroll. His eyes widened at the sight:
Harry Potter -- > Status: Pending
Dudley Potter -- > Status: Pending
The old man blinked and cursed under his breath, this could mean only one thing: they were considering going to a different school! He HAD to trace them so he could convince them to go to Hogwarts.
The old man smiled softly, and his red bird companion gave a disgust sound.
The old man looked up and smirked, oh so you broke my charm again did you? We canÆt have that now can we? Birdimerius the old man muttered. A translucent chain erupted out of his wand and chained the bird and connected the other side to him. The bird fought it, but he lost as usual.
DonÆt worry my friend he said, once that boy has done his thing, I can make my move. He chuckled, and deep in the mind of the bird was growing a disgust for this man he had once considered worthy. Before the controlling curse took control of him, the bird used his last remaining power to send a mental message to John.
DonÆt trust Albus, IÆm controlled by him unwillingly, danger, Potters Arghà
*** Potter HQ ****
John, who had been playfully sparring with his newfound family snapped up and received the mental message from one of his oldest friends.
He had to reign in his anger very quickly. His eyes flashed and he spoke only one name:
Prepare to die dumbledore!
End Part 04
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Thoughts?
Bad, Good? let me know. (I'm sure you didnt see that coming huh?)
about the poll from part three, i decided to take a combination of things.
i'm not going to spoil things, but safe to say that john isnt happy with albus.
next part will be up in a day or two at the latest.
almost 2.000 words this time! i'm expanding my chapters...
Kenny
**** Resting place nr 01 ****
John was sitting on the bank waiting for the two kids to show up. He instinctively knew that the ûinactive- traps he had sensed earlier were now activated. The traps werenÆt meant to keep him there for long, they were purely meant to slow him down. These kids are pure smarter then one would think of them he mused silently. His mood grew more serious as he thought how to tackle the problem he now had. How was he to prove his story to them? He didnÆt even remember everything. He sighed; he knew he could be very useful to them.
How could he prove that he was honest with them? A wizard oath maybe? But they wouldnÆt know the limitations of an oath like that, and would probably think he was trying to fool them. John sighed again, and then figured he best had let them come to him. He knew for a fact that if he wanted too, he could easily go to the control room. After all, it was his old base of operations. John was so deep in his thoughts, that he didnÆt hear the two boys approaching. Nor did he hear the amused cough.
And nor did he hear the silent: ôerhm excuse meö No, John was to deep in thought for him to hear that. He was abruptly forced out of his thoughts when a bucket of ûice cold- water was dumped over him.
Maybe it was the fact that he just cursed, maybe it was for a different reason entirely, but for that moment all three men present just laughed their asses off. When Harry finally regained himself he asked: why are you laughing anyway? You are supposed to curse at us, and make a funny face so we can laugh at your situation you know.
Harry had said this so matter-of-factly that John started to laugh again. This time, both boys just stared at him, which caused him to laugh even harder. Harry, do you think this guy is crazy or something? Dudley asked silently?
Harry shook his head and replied: no I think we have been had somehow, but I canÆt figure out how exactly. The tension that had been there minutes before, had vanished entirely, and Dudley finally decided to get to the point.
Maybe it is time to introduce yourself and to explain to us how you are here, and more important: WHY you are here.
John coughed and nodded. Fine then he said with a small pout on his face.
Growing serious now, he finally started: I am John Potter. The reason I could find this base, well ship should be a better name for it, is because this ship is err was mine. I came here when I was eight. The ship was completely abandoned, and it seemed it was abandoned in a hurry. I do not know why, or the reason of this. The only thing I did remember was my name and random memories.
Since that moment I have worked on remembering everything, but it is blocked in some way, that I canÆt seem to break.
Wait a moment said Dudley, did you say POTTER? John gave a short nod.
Indeed I did. I have checked for public records, and I am the ONLY person in the world with the last name Potter that is still alive. Dudley blinked at that, and then said: excuse me? My name is Dudley POTTER, and my brother here is called: Harry POTTER. John blinked, and asked: arenÆt you Dudley Dursley? Dudley sighed and said: we discovered that we are a twin, as you can obviously see the remembrance between me and my twin. My æparentsÆ and Dudley said this with clear disgust and sarcasm in his voice treated me as their son, and Harry as their slave.
IÆm not stupid you know, I realized that it wasnÆt normal behavior, so we talked, and one thing led to another so to speak. Wait a moment said Harry, you said you couldnÆt access the computers, so why is that we can? John was shocked and excited at the same time. You can access the computers?
The complete database? Harry nodded. I know a lot of computers, Dudley might be able to fix anything, but I do the computers. It was obvious that Harry was quit proud of this, but John ignored it for the moment.
John sighed and said: I think we might be talking about different things. Its not that I couldnÆt access the computers, but more that I didnÆt understand it. I spent three long years trying to make sense of the language. When I became eleven, I received my invitation for Hogwarts, and so I went. It was strange, that they didnÆt seem to think it strange. The Potter family was almost gone at the time, and so it was partly up to me to restore it. I spent a century and a half leading the family, and then I left. When I checked back twenty years ago, it seemed that the Potter family was once again close to extinction, only this time I couldnÆt interfere.
James Potter, and his wife Lilly Potter had been in hiding already and rumour had it that their children had died in birth. When voldemort attacked them, and they were killed, I knew for a fact I was the only Potter left, so I left the magical world. Since then I lived in the muggle world and worked my way up in the ranks of the police forces. Dudley blinked and slowly asked: how old are you then? John sighed and replied I think IÆm close to two hundred and fifty years old.
I donÆt know how old I really am since; I donÆt really know if eight was my real age in the first place.
I could be a thousand years for all I know, but I donÆt think that is likely. Add to that the fact that I can appear almost any age that I want, and well, I leave the rest to you two. Look, said Harry, IÆm going to be blunt with you, my gut tells me to trust you, but how do I know this isnÆt a story to get us to trust you? John shook his head sadly and said: I have been thinking of that ever since I came here. If you know of a way, tell me and IÆll do it.
Harry shook his head and said: you told us you have plenty of knowledge about magic. Then prove it. Tell us about a way, a magical person uses if there is a similar situation. John sighed and replied promptly: there is the magical oath. But I didnÆt think you would go for that, since you donÆt know about a magical oath, and thus we are going in circles. Harry smiled, and said: even so, it doesnÆt matter. Normally, if you do an act of magic, there has to be a sign that the magic has worked, and thus if you do this oath, and there is a visible ¼reaction of the magic, then it is likely the oath will work as you word it.
John opened his mouth to say something, and then he closed it. Damn he muttered silently. You are right. I didnÆt even think of that. Alright he said, with new determination in his eyes, tell me how to say the oath, and you will have it.
Finally after ten minutes it was decided.
I John Potter, hereby swear upon my magic and honour that everything I have told Harry Potter and Dudley Potter is the truth to my knowledge.
I will try my best to tell them anything they want to know, and will support them anyway I can ûif possible-.
Hereby I swear. Now let it be done!
John glowed for a few seconds, then a bright beam hit Dudley and Harry for less then a second, a wire of white light connected them and then the light vanished.
Harry was perplexed, and slowly asked: was that supposed to happen?
John slowly nodded and said I think so. The reaction was bit bright, but that could be for several reasons, he trailed offà
Harry nodded and said: well, welcome to the family I guess he said slowly. He trailed off and then asked: does this mean you are our grandfather?
John blinked and then gave a sincere smile and said: I think that means it does.
You donÆt have to call me like that thought, calling me grandpa makes me feel soàold. Harry snorted and said mockingly but you ARE old. John replied before he could help himself: why you littleà And so it happened that the three surviving Potters playfully insulted each other like they had done it for years.
Some place else in a high room in a beautiful castle, an old man was seething in anger. He had tried everything he could think of to trace the blasted Harry Potter. He couldnÆt afford to let the boy have confidence. If he had, then he wouldnÆt look at him as a grandpa figure. The old man sighed and then thought: at least I know the boy is still alive, if he wasnÆt, then the name wouldnÆt appear on the scroll of first years.
He turned around, and opened said scroll. His eyes widened at the sight:
Harry Potter -- > Status: Pending
Dudley Potter -- > Status: Pending
The old man blinked and cursed under his breath, this could mean only one thing: they were considering going to a different school! He HAD to trace them so he could convince them to go to Hogwarts.
The old man smiled softly, and his red bird companion gave a disgust sound.
The old man looked up and smirked, oh so you broke my charm again did you? We canÆt have that now can we? Birdimerius the old man muttered. A translucent chain erupted out of his wand and chained the bird and connected the other side to him. The bird fought it, but he lost as usual.
DonÆt worry my friend he said, once that boy has done his thing, I can make my move. He chuckled, and deep in the mind of the bird was growing a disgust for this man he had once considered worthy. Before the controlling curse took control of him, the bird used his last remaining power to send a mental message to John.
DonÆt trust Albus, IÆm controlled by him unwillingly, danger, Potters Arghà
*** Potter HQ ****
John, who had been playfully sparring with his newfound family snapped up and received the mental message from one of his oldest friends.
He had to reign in his anger very quickly. His eyes flashed and he spoke only one name:
Prepare to die dumbledore!
End Part 04
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Thoughts?
Bad, Good? let me know. (I'm sure you didnt see that coming huh?)
about the poll from part three, i decided to take a combination of things.
i'm not going to spoil things, but safe to say that john isnt happy with albus.
next part will be up in a day or two at the latest.
almost 2.000 words this time! i'm expanding my chapters...
Kenny