Short Chapter
The first thing he realized was that he was warm. He hadn’t been warm for a very long time, could hardly remember when he was warm last. Next was that he was laying on something soft, softer than anything he remembered laying on, even his bed in Slytherin wasn’t as soft.
Where was he and what had happened?
Opening his eyes, he looked around an elegant room, they bed he was laying on up against a wall with tall windows on either side where drapes kept the worse of the sun’s ray out of the room. As his gaze took in the details of the room, he began to remember what had happened.
Potter, whom was vastly different then he remembered, had just waltz into the room like he owned the place. Gone was the fearful child and in his place stood a confident and very powerful young man. Potter had then forced him to absorb a couple of his horcruxes, like it was nothing. It had hurt, but he realized his mind had been clearer upon waking up then it had in decades.
Slowly sitting up, his body feeling tender, he took stock of himself. His skin while still pale was no longer unnaturally so and the few scales that he had seemed to be gone. Gingerly he reached up to feel his face.
He had a nose again, no longer just slits. Going farther up he encountered hair. Hair, his brilliant hair, he had sacrificed to escape death.
Looking around he saw his wand on top of a piece of parchment on the nightstand. Grabbing his wand, he ignored the note for now. He wordless conjured a mirror and gasped. He was no longer serpentine but looked like his old self though older.
After staring at his new reflection, he remembered the parchment. On it was written a time and a location that he was unfamiliar with. Obviously, Potter wished to meet up, but why? Why would Potter do this? He obviously knew about his horcruxes and how to kill him, but he didn’t. He instead had him reabsorb a couple of them, giving him his mind back. Did Potter realize that this helped the Dark?
Now that he though on it a little more, he doubted a light wizard would have had the necessary type of magic to even do that ritual. Plus, the power Potter had to have stunned him… What had changed?
He would have to think on it before making his next move.
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Theo signed he couldn’t believe he was about to approach a Gryffindor on his own free will and not just any Gryffindor. No, the most cheerful gossipy one he knew in passing. Lavender Brown.
Unfortunately, she was the only Brown he knew about in Hogwarts and there was a chance she may be a descendant of Harris Brown. If she was there was slim possibility that if Harris Brown had a journal, she might be able to allow him to borrow it.
With a deep breath he walked over to her and her friend, Parvati Patil, as they sat at one of the libraries whispering fiercely to each other. Theo did not want to know what.
“Excuse me, Brown, may I have a word with you?” Theo asked skipping pleasantries.
Both girls turned to look at him quizzically. Theo fought the urge to squirm.
“Have a seat, Nott.” Brown gave him a smile while gesturing to the chair in front of him. “Anything you say to me you can say in front of Parvati.”
With a nod, Theo took a seat. “I was hoping to ask you about a possible ancestor of yours.” He began.
“An ancestor?” Lavender questioned confused.
“Yes. His name was Harris Brown. From what I have discovered he was at Hogwarts around the early 1200s. He moved to France for some time before moving back here with his children.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure off the top of my head as that is a very distant ancestor.” She titled her head thinking.
“Why are you interested in him?” Parvati questioned curiously.
“Well, I’m researching something and according to a library in Paris, this Harris Brown was as well. I was hoping to see if by chance he had a journal or something that I could borrow or a copy I could borrow.”
“I can write my parents and see, but I want to be involved in your researching.” Lavender bargained with a smile.
Theo frowned. “Why do you want to be involved? You don’t even know what its about.”
“Well, if my ancestor was researching it, it must be exciting. Add it to the fact you willingly approached me, and not while I was alone, it must be very interesting.”
Theo wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “Do people not approach you both?”
“Nope.” Parvati responded. “We apparently come off as intimidating.” She laughed.
“Do we have a deal?” Lavender asked holding out her hand.
Theo reached out to shake it. “You get me whatever information you have on Harris Brown and I’ll involve you in my research.”
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Sirius paced in front of the fire of his new place. He couldn’t believe it. He had finally had his freedom before he lost everything. Disowned. Fully disowned. Not even his evil hag of a mother was able to disown him. His father and grandfather refusing though he did lose his heirship, but when his perfect, Death Eater, little brother died, the heirship was his again.
He was to be Lord Black and have the riches that came with it. While he did get a decent amount of money from the ministry, he deserved the fortune that was his by birth right. He was the one who had to put up with his so called family, not this apparent upstart that came out of nowhere.
Sirius had no idea who could possibly be Lord Black. He had looked at the family tree in Grimmauld place and everyone, except him, with the last name Black was dead. It only made sense that one of them must have tricked the tree. He was sure it was his perfect little brother, but Albus didn’t think so. So who? He and Moony were looking into and he was sure Albus and some of the other members were too. He was sure if Harry went back to being normal, they would be able to focus more on it.
Harry… What had gone wrong he was perfect, just like James when he was younger, and now suddenly he’s this whole other person. Just like James.
Sirius gasped in horror.
Harry was becoming a traitor too. Soon he would refuse to fight against the dark. He wouldn’t do the right thing and marry the pretty, red head, light witch. He’s already being secretive and sneaking around, just like James.
What was he going to do? Everything was coming together and now was falling apart again.