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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.

Order meeting

The next morning at Hogwarts

We must immediately launch an assault on Malfoy Manor and finish it as quickly as possible. Shouted Mad-Eye Moody, pounding his fist on the table.

After the rescue of the Dursleys, Dumbledore had spent the rest of the day (and night) summoning all the former members of the Order of the Phoenix. This morning, as he opened the meeting, he noted with mixed pleasure that his old body was still able to remain alert after more than 24 hours without sleep. He would therefore have no excuse to escape the endless sleepless nights that had been his daily routine during the last war.

How to end it? We must first find a way to save Harry. Retorted Remus Lupin violently.

Wake up Lupin. It is the Dark Lord we are facing. We don't even know if it is possible to free him and any hesitation will be paid with innocent deaths. How many people are you willing to sacrifice to save the life of a single child?

Harry did well to save Ginny. Lupin replied, deliberately avoiding answering Moody's last question. By the way, where are the Weasleys? Considering what they owe him, I'm sure they'll support me.

Precisely, it is out of loyalty to Harry that they refused to join us. They believe what is written in the Daily Prophet. McGonagall replied, to whom Dumbledore had delegated the task of trying to convince the Weasley clan to rejoin the Order.

McGonagall had carried out his task without asking more questions, but without any illusions about his chances of success. It was public knowledge that since the murder of their son Ron, during his first year at Hogwarts, the Weasleys had lost all trust in Dumbledore.

They are not the only ones. Unlike you, the gazette has evidence of what it claims. How could he-who-must-not-be-named have created such convincing memories? Sturgis Podmore intervened, addressing Dumbledore directly, who remained silent.

If Dumbledore says You-Know-Who is back, then I believe him. Hagrid began to get angry.

Sorry, but I'm going to need a bit more.

Stu, during my career, I have had to deal with many cases of abuse and child abductions by dark wizards. Over time, I learned to spot the signs. I met Harry and he was nothing like an abused child. Believe me, there is nothing true in what the Gazette says. Argued Mad-Eye.

I wouldn't go that far. Against Lupin, the gaze filled with guilt.

Dumbledore chose that moment to intervene:

All the lies of the Dark Lord contain a kernel of truth. Every family has its problems. And after the first war, I would add that all had their traumas. But Harry and the Dursleys sincerely love each other. You have nothing to blame yourself for, Remus. All you could do was support them, hoping that time would solve their problems. I, on the other hand, admit to having failed on numerous occasions with this family. However, I did not summon you to inflict the complaints of an old man about his past regrets, but to decide what should be done in the face of the return of You-Know-Who. For now, the only proof of his return that I can offer you is my word and the mark ofSeverus. I would understand if you find them insufficient and in that case, you are free to leave. Let only those who are convinced of his return and are ready to act to prevent him from regaining his power remain around this table.

Dumbledore waited a few seconds, but none moved.

If you say he is back, then I trust you. Podmore finished, sitting down with a look filled with new determination.

Since this issue is settled, let's move on to the next one: how are we going to free Harry? I understood that it was enough for him to destroy the enchanted object to free Ginny. I think we need to devise a trap to destroy the object that You-Know-Who uses to possess Harry, proposed Pomona Sprout (who had refused to be excluded from this first meeting despite Dumbledore's insistence).

I fear that destroying the ring will only weaken the dark lord. In his case, the possession is far too... How to say... Deep, for that to be enough. Nevertheless, it would already be a good start.

And how do you want to do that without going after its owner? Do you think he's going to leave it lying around quietly in a corner? retorted Moody.

In order to prevent his already thin troops from dividing, Dumbledore intervened.

I believe that what my dear friend Mad-Eye wants to emphasize is that even though planning Harry's death is out of the question, inevitably, we will have to face him. Needless to say, on that day, any hesitation will be fatal. If any of you encounter him, you must attack to kill, and I will personally exclude anyone who expresses the slightest reservation on this matter. Likewise, I forbid in advance any criticism of the actions that will be taken in the heat of the moment. But most of us are veterans and the others are experienced Aurors. I think this point will not be up for debate.

Maugrey and Lupin reluctantly agreed, aware that the last sentence was an order and not an invitation to contest his point of view.

So, concretely, what are we doing? Asked Podmor.

Severus, who had remained silent until then, rubbing his arm at regular intervals, spoke in a trembling voice where pain was evident:

Knowing where the Dark Lord is located is not of much use to us if he is out of reach. In addition to the manor's defenses, he must currently be permanently surrounded by a significant guard of Death Eaters. Not to mention that we cannot be sure he is indeed at Malfoy Manor. Don't you find it strange that he announces in the press the place where he has taken refuge, knowing that Dumbledore is aware of his return? Pomona was talking about setting a trap for him. You can be sure he had the same idea. For now, we should focus on recruiting more troops and bringing the truth to light. Besides, I don't understand why you still haven't made a statement to the press, Albus?

In your opinion, after the special edition of the gazette, how would the wizarding world react if I accused Harry of being the new dark lord without any proof? Or if we attacked him in any way? They would see it as a particularly despicable way for me to defend myself. I would only lose all credibility and eventually my position as president of the Wizengamot. Dumbledore explained.

So what, we do nothing? Are you so afraid of losing your power? Grumbled Mad Eye.

Let's see Moody. You know that as long as I have my chocolate frog card, I would be more than happy to step aside. In fact, I hesitated for a long time before making my decision. Even if I doubt that anyone would believe me, it would at least have the merit of putting the wizarding population on guard and psychologically preparing them for the return of the war. It could save many lives. But in the current circumstances, I think it would be playing into Voldemort's hands. He wants us to engage in a media battle that he is sure to win and that will divide the wizarding world. We must be smarter and take the battle to a ground where we have a chance to win. And Remus gave me an excellent idea.

Me?

Yes. You reminded me that the priority was not to defeat Voldemort, but to retrieve Harry. As we would for any comrade captured by the enemy. Added Dumbledore to silence Moody's protests. In response to Malfoy's complaint, Remus, you will in turn file a complaint on behalf of the Dursleys for kidnapping and slander. The Dursleys being Muggles, they have no rights in the eyes of the wizarding courts and cannot file a complaint. As the legal guardian of young Harry, I could handle it myself, but it would greatly improve our chances of victory if you took charge. Unlike me, you will appear as an outsider and therefore neutral. Not to mention that you are a childhood friend of the Potters.

Remus was too stunned to respond anything. However, Podmore exclaimed:

It's brilliant, Albus. If we win this trial, then the Ministry will order Malfoy to return Harry to us. If he doesn't want to end up in our hands, the Dark Lord will then have to openly defy the Ministry. We won't need to convince anyone that he's back for the Aurors to help us storm Malfoy Manor. And when he defends himself...

Everyone will be able to see that something is wrong. End Fol Oeil. But for that, we have to win. What do we do if Malfoy wins? I remind you that all the jury will see is the dear survivor begging them not to send him back to Muggles who mistreat him. Do I need to remind you how good you-know-who is at manipulation?

In fact, I was not relying exclusively on magical justice, Dumbledore concluded. As you pointed out, if he testifies, then our chances of losing the trial are significant. But for that, he must first leave the safety of Malfoy Manor. The trial will give us a golden opportunity to capture him and perhaps free Harry, Dumbledore added, emphasizing the "perhaps" to start preparing his men to consider plans aimed at his outright elimination.

All eyes then turned to Lupin. This plan depended entirely on his approval. He swallowed and briefly wondered if Dumbledore was aware of the repercussions his sudden fame would have on his already precarious life as a werewolf. But Lupin thought back to that endearing kid to whom he had given private lessons every Saturday for almost a year. Before accepting, not for a single moment did he think of him as James's son.

This is how the meeting was adjourned. Lupin was about to go home completely dejected by the prospect of the coming days when the young Nymphadora Tonks called out to him:

Please forgive my colleague. You know, he is just as committed as you are to saving young Harry. He saved all of us after all.

Thank you, but don't worry. I have known Mad-Eye for a long time and I know he would try to save him, even if it were a complete stranger suffering from Dragon Pox. He is just too... too... Moody. Lupin answered awkwardly, trying to describe the old auror without being offensive.

Tonks, stay away from him. Even the best fighters risk defeat if their partner hesitates to kill the enemy. Moody interrupted them before trying to drag Tonks away from Lupin.

But the young woman's reaction almost set the room on fire (despite being made of ancient stone).

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Vernon Dursley felt good. He was lying quietly on his bed while a light rain refreshed him. Then he wondered how the rain could be falling inside his room. He woke up with a start and found that a creature with bat ears and bulging eyes was leaning over his bed.

Sorry to have woken you, Master Vernon. The creature apologized while backing away violently, but Vernon paid it no attention.

He had just regained his memories and was trying to calm down. After Dumbledore had saved him from that hysterical crowd, he had led them into this castle and made them drink a strange medicine. Probably a sleeping pill since he had fallen asleep right after.

Worried about what his ruffians might have done to him during his sleep, he examined his body. He was relieved to find that everything was in place and in good order. Better yet, it seemed to him that his wounds had disappeared overnight. At least these people knew something about medicine, Vernon thought. It was only once reassured that he took an interest in his surroundings. He was in what looked like a hospital bed under a magnificent vault lit by large windows that let in the sunlight that had just risen. He would have described it as peaceful if the place wasn't covered with an intense smell of formaldehyde typical of the hospitals of his childhood.

Next to him was the only other occupied bed in the room where Petunia was grimly picking at the sumptuous breakfast arranged on a silver tray in front of her. His appetite was about to correct the terrible injustice his wife was inflicting on the efforts of the cooks at this hospital. In passing, Vernon thought that if all wizard hospitals fed their patients as well, then he would set aside his repugnance for wizards and systematically get treated by them. Then he remembered the reason why he had originally come to this station.

Where is Harry? What happened to him?

You didn't understand? He doesn't want to see us anymore. ALL THIS IS YOUR FAULT! Petunia screamed before starting to cry.

Not knowing what to say, following this reaction as violent as it was unexpected, Vernon was speechless. Then, without saying anything to him, she handed him a torn newspaper clipping with obvious anger. As he read it, Vernon's face turned red. How did that little bastard dare to sue them? After everything he had done for him.

You are mistaken, Mistress Petunia. Harry loves you. He only dreams of returning to your home and reconciling.

But before his wife could respond, Vernon yelled at the little creature who shrank back:

Oh yes! Then explain that to me.

Harry is possessed by an evil spirit. Very evil.

Yes, very bad, that, I confirm. I knew since last year that he was going downhill, but now. It's all the fault of those cursed wizards. We should never have allowed him to go there. They corrupted him and now...

But what are you talking about? Don't you see that it's precisely because of this nonsense that he doesn't want to see us anymore? Everything he says is true, for God's sake. That and more. We even deprived him of food.

It was a rough patch. We lost our minds because... Because of everything that happened. It lasted so little time. He can't remember it.

Vernon remembers it. You remember that scruffy teacher Dumbledore sent him during his first year.

Vernon remembered it very well. It was the time when Dudley was still alive.

Yes. He said pitifully without knowing where his wife was going with this.

Without telling us anything, this irresponsible person confronted Harry with a creature that brings out our worst fear, supposedly to train him.

He was right. Our children are not little girls, and a good teacher must ensure that their students are strong enough to face the real world.

Well, do you know what Harry's worst fear was? That I would lock him in the cupboard under the stairs. Petunia continued without paying attention to her husband's interruption.

Vernon did not hide that he was shocked by this revelation. But once again, he was at a loss for words, and the only thing he could say was:

Why didn't you tell me anything? In a reproachful tone that did not escape Petunia. But she no longer had the will to fight.

And what would that have changed? She replied darkly.

No matter, you should have told me. Vernon reproached, pleased that the conversation was moving to a ground he was more familiar with. Anger was much more familiar to him than guilt.

Masters should not argue. Harry is going to need you. Dobby interrupted them.

It looks like he's doing better without us. Vernon replied, throwing what was left of the newspaper at the elf's face, who quietly put it in the trash while Petunia had started fiddling with her food in silence again.

Harry loves you. Dobby knows it. Dobby has been spying on you constantly for over a year.

This statement provoked very mixed reactions from the Dursleys.

What are you? And why were you spying on us? By the way, why do you call us master? What kind of joke is this again? Added Vernon, annoyed again.

I am Dobby, the house-elf. House-elves are the slaves of the wizarding world. Dobby has spent his life serving a horrible family. But since last year, Dobby serves your son. Your son ordered Dobby never to show himself, but Dobby disobeyed. After all that the great Harry Potter has done for him. Dobby is a bad house-elf, whimpered the elf in front of the stunned Dursleys.

My son bought a slave. Exclaimed Petunia horrified.

She knew she hadn't been a perfect mother, but she hoped she hadn't messed up Harry's upbringing that badly.

No, Harry freed Dobby. Now, Dobby is a free elf. Master Potter is a great wizard. Finally, Mr. Potter. He doesn't want me to call him master.

Upon hearing this, Vernon and Petunia felt a surge of pride for their son. At the same time, they wondered why he had hidden all this from them. However, the article was fresh enough in their minds for them to understand with shame that Harry had very good reasons to hide certain aspects of his life from them. Vernon even had to admit that he would never have accepted their son bringing home a creature with such an extravagant appearance (not to mention its horrible taste in clothing).

What are you doing here, then? Why aren't you with him? Vernon asked.

I told you Dobby is a free elf. When You-Know-Who took possession of Harry, Dobby used his powers to follow him and try to free him. But Dobby cannot follow him when he apparates. So Dobby went back to check that Mr. Potter's family was safe.

Petunia choked upon realizing what had happened to her son and instantly regained all her energy. Her husband, on the other hand, asked:

No, I don't know who. Can't you speak clearly? What's all this gibberish?

However, Petunia was already getting up and with a strength she didn't think she possessed, she pulled her husband out of bed and forced him to follow her.

Shut up, I'll explain on the way. For now, we need to go see Dumbledore.

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A few minutes later. The face of Pompom Pomfresh appeared in Dumbledore's fireplace.

Albus, the Dursleys are awake. They demand to speak with you. Called out the school nurse who had spent the last hour trying to force her patients to stay in bed while brooding that normally at this time she should be queuing at the ministry to take an international portkey to Tuscany. Or to any other country, as long as the Quidditch World Cup was not taking place there. Since she became a mediwizard, she hated this sport whose rules seemed designed to maximize the number of injuries (if she caught the inventor of Bludgers, he would have a hard time).

Tell them that I cannot receive them at the moment. If they protest, inform them that I have spent the last 24 hours without sleep in order to plan the rescue of their son and that now, I need to rest.

The nurse wanted to protest, but she was so surprised that for once the director took her advice and went to rest that she didn't know how to reply. Cutting the connection with the Floo Powder, Pompom thought that the cunning director hadn't chosen his response to cut short the Dursleys' protests, but hers.

In truth, Dumbledore hadn't needed to force himself to invoke this excuse. Before leaving them at the infirmary, Dumbledore couldn't help but slip the letter from Petunia's pocket. And taking advantage of the calm that followed the Order meeting, he had just read it along with the rest of his overdue mail. Like the Dursleys, it had profoundly upset him.

He was now too dejected to do anything other than go to sleep, hoping that when he woke up, all this would be nothing more than a nightmare and that he would haveThe opportunity to make another choice. How could he have thought for a single moment that sending this wonderful child to death was the right thing to do? He should have dealt with the horcrux himself and bided time until finding another solution. There had to be one. And now the world was going to pay the price for his mistake. Starting with this family that had already lost so much because of him. He no longer wanted to be a leader. He had made far too many mistakes for that.

But 6 hours later, he got up with the prophecy in mind again. There was no alternative. Harry had to die. He just needed to know how. Nevertheless, despite his renewed determination, he still couldn't face the Dursleys. So he entrusted Hestia Jones andDedalus Diggle the task of escorting them to one of the Order's hideouts (claiming the immensity of his workload). Dumbledore couldn't help but think that he was quite cowardly for a Gryffindor.