Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Fated Dragon ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

 

The Fated Dragon: Chapter 6

 

`God… My head…Shit, what happened? The last thing I remember was that…oh…Crap. Where am I?!' Harry shot up and immediately a wave of pain unceremoniously slammed into him.

 

`Crap! That hurts!' Harry squeezed his eyes shut; waiting for the pain to tide over, when he felt someone's hand gently push his body back into the bed he was previously laying on.

 

“Wha-” Harry started but was immediately hushed by the finger on his lips.

 

“You wouldn't want to wake the person who practically saved your life; not when he finally had a chance to rest peacefully, now do you?” The man leaning above him said quietly as he motioned to an armchair sitting adjacent to the bed he was lying in.

 

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, puzzled at his words, but still careful to keep his volume low.

 

At the same time, Harry took the opportunity to look at the unfamiliar surroundings. The strange room he was in had carpeted walls and floors were extremely cosy and comfortable. However, there was one strange fact; this room is completely devoid of any modern appliances. In fact, if he didn't know better, he would have thought that he was back on Gaea. Where the heater was supposed to be, there was a fireplace and all the light bulbs that were supposed to be situated around the room were all replaced by candles and torches.

 

He was getting more bewildered by the second as his eyes roamed around the room, picking up on the wide array of differences that would have easily classified the entire room as weird. Just from the furniture alone Harry was able to pick up the differences in the quality of wood. Instead of the usual plywood used in furniture making, it seemed as if the furniture is made entirely up of solid wood. Another difference that his eyes immediately spotted was the intricate carvings on the wood.

 

`Whoever who did those must have been a master craftsman as those carvings can even rival those found at his palace back on Gaea! That is a rare sight'. He realised quickly that on Earth, where technology advanced so quickly, the old crafts are gradually forgotten and fading as each generation passes. It is because the younger generation these days prefer to allow technology to do their work for them; allowing themselves to keep their hands clean and opting for the easy way out.

 

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Finally, Harry's eyes landed on the lone figure lying asleep on the couch. He distantly noticed the amused look on the guy's face as he screwed his facial expression into one of irritation; he fought to remember when he had seen that lying figure before.

 

Then, Harry's eyes widened as realization dawned upon him.

 

“He's the guy who helped me!” Harry blurted out.

 

“Guy? I don't suppose he gave you his name, did he?”

 

Harry shook out a negative.

 

Hiding his exasperation at his companion behind him, Jason sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled kindly at the kid trying to ease his fear and nervousness, before speaking, “Well, since he didn't bother to introduce himself, I might as well introduce the both of us together; saves him the extra trouble.” Jason paused and then looked at Harry.

 

Upon seeing the tiny smile that lingered at the edge of his lips, Jason continued, confident that the kid no longer feared him, “My name is Jason Hartford, while that lump over there is Severus Snape, Hogwarts' Potions Professor, also known to the students as the greasy git, especially to the Gryffindors.” Jason smirked.

 

Harry couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing, unintentionally awakening the `slumbering beast' behind him.

 

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The sound of laughter sliced through the dark veil that surrounded his mind, shielding it from consciousness; a child's laughter.

 

`What's that sound?! Urg- Wait… Wasn't I at Jason's shop when I fell asleep? So why are there- Potter!! That brat!'

 

After that, whatever remaining fog that clouded his mind, rapidly cleared.

 

Snapping open his inky black eyes, Severus shot up from his lying position just in time to hear the last few words Jason said to the Potter brat.

 

“- warts' Potions Professor, also known to the students as the greasy git, especially to the Griffindors.”

 

`That. That. BLOODY MENACE!!'

 

After Severus heard what Jason had said, it was like a red haze had descended upon the Potion's Master, making Jason the only thing his furious mind could focus on and naturally, the perfect target. Severus' urge to dig out those annoying silver eyes of Jason grew with each passing second, the temptation to dangle him by his entrails increased exponentially as well.

 

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Noticing that his devoted and only participant of his conversation suddenly grew silent, Jason felt that something was wrong. It was when that annoyingly cold chill that felt like his doom was coming, suddenly sky-rocketed to high proportions that Jason knew something was terribly, terribly wrong.

 

Turning around, Jason peeked, in the direction the kid was looking, from under his half-closed eyelids. His eyes shot wide open when he saw the body of Severus flying towards him, face scrunched up in anger, colliding right into him just a second later.

 

“Crap.”

 

The two grown man started tumbling and rolling about the floor, carpeted, but nonetheless it still hurt. Severus seemed intent on killing Jason, while he on the other hand, had no wish to die.

 

“Severus, what's wrong with you!! Stop acting like a bloody Gryffindor for Merlin's sake!!!” Jason whispered furiously.

 

Severus seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was caught in and froze, for a lack of a better word. Luckily, a pecking sound coming from the direction of the window saved him from further embarrassment.

 

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“Umm…” was all Harry was able to say when he saw the two adults tumbling around like children.

 

The sound of flapping wings tore Harry's attention away from the immature adults in front of him, and turned it to the tawny brown owl whose beak was impatiently tapping against the glass pane, trying to attract the attention of the occupants inside.

 

Severus then stood up, looking as dignified as anyone could ever look when they were tumbling on the ground a few seconds prior, patted his black robes and tried to get rid of the dust from his robes. He walked to the window and lifted the pane, before retrieving the letter it carried.

 

Looking at the letter he held within his hands, Severus sighed.

 

`Potter,' this was the name that brought him so much pain and public humiliation in the previous decade. First, was that blasted bloody James Potter, the bane of the Potions Master's existence and now comes Potter's son. If you had asked Severus a week ago, if he hated Harry Potter, he would have said yes with utmost certainty, all too happy to pin the blame of the father onto the son. But now? He wasn't so sure anymore… Who could be after seeing their saviour's living conditions?

 

Severus growled, frustrated that Potter was affecting him like that, and walked towards the intimidated child, trying his best to rein in whatever hate he had for Potter's father, handed Potter his letter, and let Jason pester the child to open his letter.

 

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Looking at the letter, Harry felt some information about it appear within his mind, breaking the wax seal on the envelope; Harry took out and read the letter.

 

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

 

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

 

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

 

Yours sincerely,

 

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

 

 

Examining the second piece of parchment, Harry guessed that it was the school's supplies list.

 

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

 

Uniform

First Year students will require:

Three sets of plain robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon-hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

 

Set books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Books of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilada Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

On Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

 

Other Equipment

 

1 Wand

1 cauldron (pewter standard size)

1 set glass or crystals pials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

 

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

 

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

 

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“Hmm… I think we should make a trip of Diagon Alley soon after you've recovered, but hopefully, before the crowd of students that usually comes during the last week, don't you think Severus?” Jason said, looking at Severus, waiting for his response.

 

He nodded.

 

“Would the day after tomorrow do? The kid should be healed up by then.”

 

“Yes, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go back to Hogwarts and explain to Albus why his saviour will not be going back to his relatives' house.” With that Severus walked out with black robes billowing regally behind him.

 

Blinking at the Professor's dramatic exit, Harry turned to the only remaining adult in the room, “Does he hate me?”

 

Hearing Harry's question, Jason couldn't hold in his laughter, wheezing loudly through his chuckles, Jason replied, “Haha! Does he- haha- hate you?- hahahaha!” Jason took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Don't worry, He's like that to everyone. Actually, you caught him on one of his better days.”

 

“Better…days? Jesus, if he's like that on one of his better days, then what is he like when he's in a bad mood?” Harry asked, bug-eyed.

 

“Trust me, you don't want to know,” Jason shivered, “To just calm him down takes a lot of alcohol and…fun.”

 

“What type of fun? Playing with toys?” Harry couldn't help saying, his childish side surfacing.

 

“Umm no, he needs some… manly pleasures.” Jason said, hesitant to continues and ruin the innocent child's mind.

 

Harry's eyes widened comically before he suddenly understood, “So he goes for bible studies?”

 

“Bible studies? What are you talking about kid?” Jason was startled at the abrupt change of subject, or so he thought.

 

“Well, bible studies are how Daddy and Mummy makes babies like me!” Harry replied proud of himself.

 

Jason, who was planning to pour a cup of tea for himself, dropped the teapot in shock when he heard the kid's answer to his question, spluttering in disbelief. In an attempt to regain his composure, Jason turned to Harry, “Where did you learn this?!”

 

“A friend told me.”

 

Harry didn't learn that from his stay at his relatives at all. After all, his aunt and uncle wouldn't want him to add to the population of the freaks and so, they have taken it upon themselves to keep him away from the `evils'. Rather, he heard that phrase and its meaning coming from Hitomi when she and Merle were having a `girl talk'. Who ever knew that the `innocent' Hitomi had so much knowledge about such things?

 

Jason cleared his throat to cover up his embarrassment and faced Harry and declared that Harry was to rest, if he ever wanted to recover quickly. But Harry just thought that Jason wanted to change the subject. Feeling mischievous, Harry grinned, “Are you sure there isn't anything else you want to know?”

 

Finding himself about to say no, Jason lost control of his curiosity, and he turned to Harry, looking extremely serious, and asked. “Who's Jesus?”

 

Harry suddenly felt the insane urge to smack his head and curse the ignorant wizard.

 

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A/N: I really hope that you like this chapter!

 

As for the explanation about `bible studies', I read about it somewhere on another website, but unfortunately I can't remember the title of the story I borrowed that from. So if anyone knows, then I'll be happy to give the credit to the author who wrote that.

 

Also many thanks to Yami no Hikari-chan for betaing my story and also to Daeleniel Shadowphyre for lending me the use of her OC character.

 

Finally, a BIG thank you to all my reviewers! Thank you very much!

 

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