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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.
Hogwarts
In a pop of apparition, all five of them finally arrived in a clearing in the middle of the woods.
Knowing that after their last fight, they would probably have all of Voldemort's forces on their tail, they had decided to take advantage of Theo's new abilities to make the rest of the journey by Apparating.
Despite everything, as soon as they arrived, Dobby collapsed from exhaustion. Theo had not felt comfortable enough to take on more than one passenger. As a result, the elf (still not recovered from what had happened at the cottage) had to make the greatest effort.
Is everyone alive? Shout if you're hurt. Nott asked, wand raised ready for combat while the others held back from vomiting after the chaotic apparition they had just undergone.
They all replied that they were fine. He then continued to stand guard while Blaise and Justin leaned over Dobby. Even Vernon seemed worried about his condition (despite his repulsive appearance and manners, he had grown attached to the creature). As for Petunia, knowing she could do nothing for the elf, she began to explore the surroundings to find out where they had arrived.
After a few minutes, she crossed a barrier formed by a tangle of plants, which she preferred to think were just wild ivy, perfectly harmless and not another monstrosity created by magic, and she let out a gasp of exclamation. She was at the top of an extremely steep cliff, and a few hundred meters away, a magnificent castle stood in all its splendor. The magnificence of the place was such that she did not need confirmation from young Nott to understand where she was. At that moment, she thought of her sister, and a tear rolled down her cheeks.
You see Lily, it took me 30 years, but I also went to Hogwarts.
To recover from her shock, she leaned on the ancient wooden barrier that was all that separated her from a ten-meter chasm.
While Petunia (quickly joined by Vernon carrying Dobby still unconscious on his back) admired the view offered by the castle, the other young wizards, accustomed to this spectacle for 3 years, focused on the village located at its outskirts. Even from here, Hogsmeade was unrecognizable. The peaceful and picturesque wizarding village seemed to have transformed into a fortified city of several thousand inhabitants. Hogsmeade was now the border village of a vast wall made of odds and ends, but above all a magical barrier whose power the young wizards could feel from here. All the Hogwarts professors must have combined their power and knowledge to build it. But the wall was insufficient to curb the tide of unsanitary shelters that seemed to have taken over the outskirts of Hogsmeade, thus forming a gigantic slum where tens of thousands of refugees must have been crammed.
How is Dobby? Asked Petunia.
I have no idea. I cast the healing spells I know on him, but I'm not a mediwizard. Blaise replied.
He is fine, ma'am. He just needs rest. Nott affirmed with a strange certainty.
Madam and not the Muggle? Remarked Petunia.
Before the teenager, embarrassed to have been caught in the act of humanity, could respond, about ten wizards emerged from the bushes and began to bombard them from all sides. Despite the hastily erected shieldsby the three boys to try to protect them. Petunia was quickly hit and, under the force of the spell, flew over the barrier that separated her from the chasm. Her last thoughts, before everything went black, were:
"Even if you step back, you move towards death"
It's strange the nonsense that goes through your head before you die.
oOoOoOo
Theodore was in pain. He tried to open his eyes but closed them immediately. Someone was approaching. He tried to pretend to be unconscious while trying to guess where his wand was. The stranger approached, and without a word leaned against him. Very quickly, he was so close that he could feel his breath against him. For a few seconds, he seemed to examine him in silence. Then Nott felt a sharp pain in his forehead and someone screamed in his ear:
STAND UP THE DEAD!
Nott started so violently that he would have fallen backwards if he weren't securely tied to the bed. Swearing at this dark fool, he tried to find a way to untie his bonds, while in the bed next to him Justin was waking up still groggy:
Fred, what are you doing here? exclaimed Justin, sitting up. Apparently, he wasn't tied up, Nott thought.
Originally, I asked for her sister, but I was told she was too young. Replied a man wearing a tattered medicomage robe, rubbing his eye as if to erase a painful memory.
I couldn't stand Percy and his bossy attitude anymore, so I asked for a job, and since I was good at potions, I ended up here. Come on, open wide. Fred replied with a mischievous smile as if he hadn't been interrupted, pulling a huge suppository out of his pocket.
I will not open anything as long as you are here, replied Justin.
Such a refusal would never have happened with her sister. Thought it wise to add the man despite the incendiary look Fred gave him. The latter ignored him and approached Nott.
Stop using your magic. You're just going to delay your healing and the end of my workday.
This last remark did nothing to reassure Nott, who did not think it was possible to notice his attempts to break the spells that kept him lying against the bed. But he showed nothing and while he scrutinized the man, he asked:
Where are we?
In the infirmary of Hogwarts. Replied the man.
It doesn't look like the Hogwarts infirmary, Justin remarked.
Indeed, the large room surrounded by beds and medical equipment just separated by a few curtains did not remind Nott of anything. But he preferred to scrutinize the man. He was sure he had seen him before. Yet, he would have had a hard time forgetting a healer with such a disheveled appearance. Moreover, his wand was covered in a flashy red color and his healer's robe with various silver jewelry that surely wasn't very regulation.
Why am I tied up?
To prevent you from killing our new nurse. Not that it would bother me, but this time, I would like to see you again after all your injuries have healed.
It is there that a memory returns to Nott and his blood ran cold. Instinctively, he tried to back away, but was once again blocked by his bonds. Then rememberingwhere he was, he said in a voice from which he could not hide his fear (to his great shame):
I recognize you. You are Greg Housser. During the war, you treated Death Eaters and then you helped my father relocate former followers of You-Know-Who to St. Mungo's.
Is it true what he's saying? Fred asked while Justin was getting up hastily from his bed.
In my defense, they had more medical expertise than the female lingerie models I had initially considered.
Everyone raised their wand against Greg. How had Justin gotten one and why wasn't he tied up? Nott wondered.
Which side are you on? Blaise asked, who had just appeared in Nott's line of sight.
He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief upon seeing his friend in perfect health and free to move. Unlike Justin and him, Blaise wasn't wearing the St. Mungo's pajamas, but the robe he was wearing at the time of their departure from the cottage where Dumbledore had hidden them.
When I was in Slytherin, no one would have dared to ask me such a stupid question. I am in my camp.
Without taking into account the wands pointed at him, he tried to tend to a wound that Justin had reopened by getting up too hastily, but the latter stepped back.
Don't be ridiculous. Said Housser, pushing Justin roughly onto his bed and tearing off his old bandage while the others were still wondering whether they should stun him or not.
Ouch! You're hurting me. exclaimed Justin.
He ignored the complaint and while checking that Justin's injuries were completely healed, Housser explained:
You didn't know that time, you can't judge. I'm a mediwizard, I swore to heal. What was I supposed to say to a 20-year-old Death Eater bleeding out and calling for his mother? Sorry, but they cut off the wrong arm. Come back when you've lost the one with the mark. I did what everyone did: what I could. After the war, I became a renowned mediwizard and received requests from all sides to take on apprentices. Including from your father. He added, turning to Nott. Then he continued:
Knowing that I was not exemplary either, I chose the most talented without worrying about their past. After all, they had as much right as I did to a second chance. Like everyone else, I thought the dark lord would not return. How could I have known? No one before him had succeeded in defeating death.
You forget Herpo the Foul. Objected Blaise
It's just a legend. And coming back in the form of a specter less dangerous than a ghost only to then disappear to who knows where, I wouldn't call that coming back.
Dumbledore…. Blaise tries to object
One of the things Dumbledore appreciated about me was that I was one of the few wizards who didn't drink in his words as if they were pissed by some damn messiah.
Dumbledore! Where is he? If we are really at Hogwarts, we should be able to talk to him. Asked Nott, who was sure that the old wizard was his best chance to be untied and have his wand returned.
Fred and Greg's faces darkened.
He is dead. Fred said laconically.
What do you mean, dead?
Dead, like deceased, croaked, kicked the bucket, snuffed it, cooled off, checked out, bought the farm, aired his guts. Declared Greg without the slightest pity.
But that's not possible. It's Dumbledore. How did this happen? Justin finished, seeing the expression on Fred and Greg's faces. They had all lowered their wands.
Like everyone else. Emptying his guts through all the orifices. Greg replied angrily, turning back to examine Nott, who this time let him do it.
He died after the stadium attack due to the effects of the radiators, explained Fred more charitably.
Radiation. Greg specified.
Nott and Blaise didn't know what radiation was, but they weren't sure they wanted to know more about a dark magic capable of mortally wounding Dumbledore. In any case, they were too stunned by the news to think clearly. This seemed to annoy Greg, who snapped at them:
Oh, but you will stop this circus. At his age, it's not a tragedy. Save your tears for your loved ones.
How can you say that? How could we win without him? Nott reproached.
When I think that your father kept going on about your intelligence. Dumbledore was just a man. As powerful as he was, he wasn't going to determine the outcome of the war all by himself. In your place, I would be more worried about the disappearance of almost the entire Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors. About Umbridge's inaction, who is content to strengthen her defenses hoping that You-Know-Who would rather negotiate with her than attack her. Or the blockade that the Dark Lord is imposing on the Hogwarts enclave to force it to surrender and the increasingly severe rationing that the Ministry is imposing on us.
Nott remained silent and tried to suppress the storm of emotions raging within him. The worst part was that despite all his efforts to deny it, the information that upset him the most was that his father could have been proud of him. Fortunately, neither Justin nor Blaise seemed to have noticed the information.
Who protects Hogwarts in this case?
Where were you during the past few weeks? In a cave? Asked Greg.
None of them answered him, so Fred laconically said:
The ministry.
We're all going to die! exclaimed Blaise.
That's what happens to most people after a while, retorted Greg sarcastically.
Mr. Zabini, I would ask you to moderate your words. I would remind you that officially the ministry has not yet decided on your fate. Refraining from spreading slander about our noble and powerful administration could only be to your advantage, exclaimed an authoritative voice whose owner Nott could not see.
Huerg. Excuse me, Percy. Since you came back, there's a smell of brown-noser that's making me nauseous? said Fred, pretending to feel like vomiting.
Hilarious. Tell me, don't you have a chamber pot to change?
You're right, it would smell less bad. Fred replied, grimacing in disgust at his brother.
Are you two doing okay? Justin asked Fred and Percy.
Even though it had never been a passionate love between the head prefect and the prankster twins, he found it strange (and a little sad) to see them so at odds.
Wonderfully. And I would ask you to address me as Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic. Percy replied in a dry tone before stepping towards Nott.
Mr. Nott, I suppose you know why I am here?
Nott tried in an exaggeratedly visible manner to free himself from the spells that bound him before responding:
I have some presumption. But it would be very arrogant of me to believe my case is important enough to hold the attention of such a high-ranking person.
Know that I like flattery no more than insolence. He stated with an even drier tone, while his reddening face showed that he was not insensitive to the Slytherin's words. Then he continued:
But you are partly right, normally, I would have left it to the magical justice department to determine your punishment for illegally crossing our border. However, since you are a minor, I intend to personally handle this issue. It goes without saying that I do not question the professionalism of the men hired by our government, but in their zeal to maintain order and security, they sometimes fail to strictly adhere to certain procedures. And you will easily understand that the situation requires us to have some suspicion towards you.
You have no reason to suspect Théo of anything! Justin protested.
But Percy continued without paying attention to the interruption:
May I know why the son of a well-known supporter of You-Know-Who attempted to sneak into the protective perimeter of the Hogwarts enclave with You-Know-Who's house elf and the adoptive parents of his host?
To pick mushrooms. They are excellent this season. It's obvious they came to Hogwarts to take refuge there. Blaise already told you. Greg Housser answered in his place.
It is not you I am questioning. But if you insist, could you tell me why I was not immediately informed that he was in a condition to be questioned, as I had expressly requested after, at your request, I authorized him to be treated outside the dungeons?
It's not my fault if the bunch of brainless thugs you call a militia put them in this state.
Faced with the lord of darkness, we cannot take any risks. And I remind you that he has not been gentle with our men either.
The poor cabbages. 20 against 3 children and two Muggles, they must have been really scared. In any case, he still needs rest before he can face the stupidity of the ministry, without losing too many IQ points.
Watch your words. I don't know how you obtained it, but even Umbridge's protection has its limits.
Are you sure you don't have a more important threat to deal with than the Death Eater baby? Werewolf babies, for example?
For the first time since he had returned, Percy lowered his eyes and responded in a hesitant tone that reminded Justin of the prefect he had known for 3 years at Hogwarts:
Umbridge says it's necessary to unite the population. And it reduces the pressure on food supplies.
Umbridge says a lot of nonsense. All you've managed to do is push them into You-Know-Who's arms and give credit to his propaganda. Do you think he doesn't have enough supporters?
That's not the point.
It should be.
The two men glared at each other. Neither flinched until Nott asked:
Listen, anyway, we don't want to stay. Let us leave for the mainland and we won't bother you anymore.
If it were that simple, I would have sent Fred to Charlie in Romania a long time ago. Only the portkeys created before the Dark Lord placed his barrier work. And Umbridge severely rations their use. It doesn't please me any more than it does you to be here, so let's try to finish quickly. So why was the Dark Lord's elf with you?
Dobby is a free elf. Nott replied reflexively.
That doesn't exist. According to the register of elves from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, it belongs to Mr. Potter. Retorted Percy.
Did you take the time to grab this kind of paperwork before fleeing?
Bureaucracy is the price to pay for civilization.
In front of the general disbelief Percy added:
I am still waiting for your response.
Leave Théo alone, Percy, I already told you that... Blaise tried before being quickly rebuffed:
For the last time, it’s the deputy secretary of state to the minister.
Or his majesty, his excellency, his highness. In the presence of a certain Ravenclaw prefect, he also accepts 'my little cabbage'. Replied Fred, who was innocently passing by with a basin full of a suspicious liquid.
Before Percy could send a sharp retort to his little brother, a paper airplane in the colors of the Ministry crashed into his face, and he began to unfold it with annoyance, then read the note with obvious fear.
What's happening? Asked Justin.
Nothing that concerns you. Let's resume our discussion. Could you tell me...
But Fred snatched the note and exclaimed:
But he's crazy!
Give me that back. Percy ordered, taking advantage of a moment of Fred's inattention to take it back from him.
You need to put together a rescue team. Fred continued.
And with what? We cannot afford to spread our forces. That's probably what You-Know-Who is hoping for. In any case, no one would be crazy enough to go there.
Me, I am! replied Fred
And it starts again. Percy complained, putting his hand against his face as if to soothe a headache.
I would start again until you let me join the militia. I want to fight.
For once, kid, listen to your brother. You're much more useful here. The militia is just a bunch of scavengers who spend their time extorting the population, Greg intervened.
This is treason. Percy objected.
Worse, it's the truth. Believe my experience, honest people are much more dangerous than traitors. They are the only ones who do not go with the flow. Then, not turning to Fred, he added:
As for you, I didn't know your brother, but I have held the hands of enough dying people to know that he wouldn't have wanted you to risk your life to avenge his.
George is dead! exclaimed Justin.
Yes. Said Fred with sadness, then he continued with forced joy. But there is something more important than me. And George would not have wanted me to mope. The confeder...
Stop, it's confidential.
In what way? You know very well that everything is known in this castle anyway. Even Dumbledore's death, you couldn't keep it secret for more than a day, even though you went as far as using his body to make Polyjuice Potion. I was saying, the International Confederation of Wizards sent someone to investigate what's happening in the United Kingdom and You-Know-Who captured them as soon as they arrived.
It's rather good for us. Now, the confederation will be forced to intervene, right? Blaise asked, supported by Fred who didn't understand what had gone through the mind of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Yes, but against whom? In your opinion, who will the confederation find guilty: Harry Potter, the great defender of the oppressed and slayer of dark wizards who controls the majority of the country and has the support of the wealthy, or an obscure official known for her racism and lack of scruples who began her reign by lying about Dumbledore's death. Nott replied in place of Percy.
Ah finally someone who does honor to my house. Exclaimed Greg.
So this is the end. We made this whole journey for nothing. Said Justin in a small voice.
On the contrary, it's our ticket out. I suppose Umbridge planned to give her one of her precious international Portkeys so she could go tell the confederation the secrets of You-Know-Who. If we free her, we'll force her to let us accompany her and we can leave the country.
I thought it would be useless to leave the country? That You-Know-Who would always find us? Asked Blaise.
He has other fish to fry now. And after... After what happened during our trip, I think we won't be chased as much anymore. Nott explained to his friend.
I will accompany you. Exclaimed Fred.
Me too. Justin said immediately.
Blaise, for his part, remained silent. He did not want to abandon them and had little desire to linger in this depressive version of Hogwarts that he had traversed with the Dursleys (Petunia having had no magical injury, she was healed with a few wand strokes by Greg), while his friends were recovering from injuries due to their capture. Not to mention that he missed his mother. But he was terrified at the thought of having to face the Death Eaters again.
Percy, for his part, was rubbing his head as if he had suddenly been hit by a headache.
I will say it again slowly so you understand: YOU ARE TOO YOUNG. If I wanted incompetents, I have much better candidates.
Really? I think you have no other choice. Anyway, if we do nothing, the lord of darkness will win and he will kill us all. If we're lucky. He added darkly. We might as well go all in.
Mr. Nott, I congratulate you on understanding the situation so quickly. But being intelligent is not enough and I assure you that we are not desperate enough to entrust such a mission to children.
Me, I believe so. Face me in a duel and you will see if I am not your best hope.
Young man, it's ridiculous.
On the contrary, it's a very good idea. Unless you're afraid of getting your ass kicked by your little brother who didn't even get 3 OWLs. Fred challenged mischievously.
Finally, you are right. Declared Percy with a strange gleam in his eyes.
Really! exclaimed Fred. Uh, I'm always right. On guard. said Fred, not as sure of himself.
Let's see, Fred. Mom would turn over in her grave if she saw us fighting. Not to mention it would be a very bad example for Ginny. I have a better idea: GUIL! Percy finished by shouting.
Following this call, a mountain of muscles two meters high struggled to pass through the infirmary door, making the ground shake with each of its steps.
I present to you Guill, my bodyguard. Percy introduced.
GOARPF. Salua the giant. In any case, it looked like a salute thought Blaise.
Guill, these boys think they can beat you in a duel. Percy explained in a loud and clear voice, making big gestures as if he were talking to a small child.
Houarf houarf houarf. He laughed heartily in a way that resembled a dog's bark.
Are you sure you want to try your luck, Fred? No one would blame you for being scared, Percy challenged.
Of course, yes. I will show you what I am capable of. Fred replied, trembling.
Unable to retreat any further, he took a dueling stance. Then he began to run when his most powerful spell bounced off the giant without causing him the slightest scratch.
Doesn't he have troll blood? Greg murmured to Percy.
There are chances. Percy replied laconically.
The skin of trolls is not immune to magic? Continued Greg.
It's possible. He nodded without taking his eyes off the scene unfolding before him.
Is he just going to get his face smashed in? Greg insisted, worried about his assistant.
No. I am sure Fred was listening attentively when I mentioned this detail to him last week and that he took it into account before accepting my challenge. Ouch! That must hurt. Commented Percy with a smile when he saw the giant easily deflect a spell that sent Fred flying against the wall.
Greg then addressed him with a feigned anger that did not hide his worried look:
Fred, you slacker, know that broken rib or not, you'll do your job as planned, so stop messing around and go wash Mrs. Andersen. She did it again, you know what.
For a moment, Fred hesitated, but the bump that had formed on the back of his skull made him realize that it was better to face Mrs. Andersen's delicate intestines. Reluctantly, Fred admitted his defeat and got up, rubbing the back of his head.
Let me try. Said Theodore with determination.
"Pardon?" said Percy incredulously.
The deal is that if we beat him, you give us the mission. Free me and I'll make mincemeat out of your monster.
If you insist, replied Percy.
Before Greg could intervene, Percy raised his shackles and Theodore, quick as an arrow, dashed forward, stole Justin's wand, and cast such a powerful dark spell on the half-troll that it flew to the other end of the room. Unbeknownst to everyone, Nott let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure that Justin's wand would be sufficiently cooperative with him. Without a word, he turned and advanced towards his still-dazed audience:
Is that enough for you? Or do I also need to win a game of chess and solve a riddle?
Unfortunately, Percy did not have time to respond before the anti-dark-magic alerts resonated throughout the castle and a dozen guards arrived to arrest the dark mage who had managed to infiltrate so deeply into the ministry's innards. Percy had to use all his authority to get him out of the dungeon where he was imprisoned (and all his cunning to persuade Greg to heal him a third time rather than kill him).
I still don't trust you, but you're our best chance. Go and bring me back my promotio... uh, the confederation emissary. Said Percy while taking him out of his cell, accompanied by Justin and Blaise.
And I'll accompany you. Added Justin.
It's out of the question.
You need someone who knows the Muggle world and there is no way you are going alone. I'm coming with you, it's non-negotiable. Insisted Justin.
Nott, knowing Justin's character, did not try to negotiate. And secretly, he was rather happy that he was accompanying him. Instead, he asked:
Blaise?
Let’s be clear. I am only coming to make sure I can leave for France with you. Nothing would stand between me and the beautiful French girls.
Percy then handed them their wand.
Here, here is your wand. We have removed the trace. You can use magic without the risk of being detected. In fact, we are in the process of removing it from all the minor wizards of the enclave.
Is Dobby coming with us? Asked Blaise.
He has not yet fully recovered from the trip. And anyway, he prefers to stay and protect the Dursleys.