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Summary:
Harry Potter fanfiction written in 2022
And if after a few years the Dursleys had come to love Harry and treat him as their own son, while continuing to consider magic as a defect. How to reconcile his nature with the love of his adoptive parents? Very simple, just reject magic. But will the wizards let him do it?
Originally, I wanted it to be a succession of very short chapters based on the model of:Une adolescence à St Brutus
But quickly, I abandoned this idea and made a more classic fanfic. There are still a few very short chapters (especially in volume 1) thattestify tothis original ambition.
Waking up in the infirmary
Humpf!
He woke up with a start, completely panicked. He looked around without recognizing where he was. He felt as if he had just left a long nightmare, except he remembered nothing. He took deep breaths to calm himself and looked around. He was in a bed with white sheets among other empty beds in a large room bathed in light, similar to the nave of a cathedral.
He recognized the place. He was in the Hogwarts infirmary. He tried to get up but something stopped him. Immediately, a door opened at the back from which the headmaster emerged.
At first, Harry was relieved to see him. But very quickly he had the impression that something was wrong. When he got close enough, he understood what was making him uncomfortable. The look the old man now gave him was hard and severe. There was no longer any trace of kindness or amusement in his eyes, and a sense of frightening power radiated around him. At this moment, he resembled more the war leader described in books than the benevolent grandfather he had grown attached to.
He tried again to get up but was violently pushed back against the sheets. He understood that a spell had been cast to prevent him from escaping.
Faced with this realization, he felt a violent anger rise within him, but he was beginning to get used to it and pushed it away.
Sir, what happened to me? Why can't I get up?
What do you remember exactly? Dumbledore asked in a gentle tone that his gaze belied.
At this question, the memories returned and his blood ran cold. Learning the truth about Sirius Black had made him so angry that he had lost control again. He had then gone up to his dormitory and taken out his anger on Scabbers. Now it seemed completely absurd to him, but at the time he was convinced that Scabbers was Pettigrew and that he was working with Sirius Black. After that, it was a blackout.
What have I done? He couldn't help exclaiming. It was as much a question about what had happened as an expression of his remorse.
You will be, I hope, pleased to learn that thanks to Professor Snape's intervention, your dorm mates only suffered very superficial burns. He himself has fully recovered from the injuries you inflicted on him. However, the facts are too serious for the Ministry to ignore them, and there were too many witnesses for it to be possible to cover them up. In a month, you will stand trial before the Wizengamot for attempted murder, use of an Unforgivable, act of cruelty to animals, and murder in self-defense.
Murder?
He was totally panicked. At that moment he saw Croutard come out of his pajama pocket and press its snout against his hand. Forgetting his fear of rats, he began to pet it mechanically, which calmed him down.
You really don't remember?
Harry nodded.
Sirius Black bewitched you with a powerful confusion spell to make you attack your classmates. Professor Snape, having noticed your strange behavior and incoherent speech, followed you to your dormitory where you started casting a Cruciatus Curse on your rat. TheProfessor Snape tried to stop you, but you violently pushed him away using very powerful dark magic spells. This was followed by a duel that almost completely destroyed the Hufflepuff common room.
Professor Snape was just able to slow you down long enough to allow your comrades to escape with no more damage than minor injuries. One of them still had to spend two days in the infirmary for his arm to regrow after it was crushed by a rock.
Once Professor Snape was mortally wounded, you ran away. After several hours of searching, we found your pet rat, which led us to a clearing in the Forbidden Forest filled with Dementors. Then the professors and I spent some time driving them away to find you unconscious next to the body of Sirius Black, whose soul had just been sucked out.
In view of the combat marks, everything suggests that you finally managed to break the hold Black had on you and that you tried to confront him. The Dementors patrolling around Hogwarts must have noticed your duel and intervened to save you.
This old fool dares to lie to me. I (...) Harry breathes. humpf! oumph!. He began to hold Scabbers tightly against him. With tears in his eyes, Harry declared
I am sorry. I can no longer control it. I never wanted to kill anyone. Not even him.
I'm telling you again. Black was killed by the Dementor and your behavior is due to a spell he cast on you. I don't want to hear anything else. Unless you want to end up in Azkaban for the rest of your life.
That might be better.
The old man seemed to soften.
Harry, what is done is done. Believe me, I know more than anyone how guilt can eat you up inside. But you have to move forward.
He then started to shout:
How? Did you not understand anything or what? I don't control anything anymore. Not even 5 seconds ago I wanted to kill you.
As long as there is life, there is hope. When the Horcruxes are destroyed (...)
Don't tell me it will disappear. I feel it inside me. It's like a dark mass threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. That's why occlumency is useless. Voldemort is no longer outside, but inside.
You are right. But when we have destroyed the Horcruxes, I will be able to free you.
Do you really think so? I mean. Can you really do that?
Yes, I promise you. Have I ever lied to you?
Harry smiled at this remark.
Yes. But I trust you.
Dumbledore's gaze darkened even further upon hearing this.
You should let go of your pet. The poor thing is about to suffocate.
Harry complied but Scabbers didn't stray a step away and climbed up Harry to rub his nose against his face. He seemed to have understood his master's need for comfort.
You have a very intelligent and very forgiving animal there. Take care of it.