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crossoverficTitle: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Notes: Weirdly for the first time ever I am actually ahead of this chapter. With luck there won’t be so long a gap as I’ve done about ¾ of the next two chapters. They need more writing and more editing before posting. My life does continue to be busy though, so just because its mostly written doesn’t mean it will appear imminently.
Also: I understand that many find the format of this story frustrating. However – it is staying this way until the end. Comfort yourselves with the fact that when it is done I intend to re-work it all and write it up in order. So if you can’t bear this – you will have to wait for that. Which is undeniably months off.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19
***
He gazed out across the water before turning back to the structure behind him. So peaceful, yet so deadly. He thought, taking in the sight of Atlantis shimmering in the early morning sun.
‘Hey there, stick boy. Whatcha doing?’ Jack strolled over to where Harry was sitting.
‘Just enjoying the early morning before we start.’ Harry replied, shading his eyes from the sun to see Jack.
Jack nodded and stood there for a moment, before rocking back on his heels. ‘You done?’
‘I suppose.’ Harry said, ‘Give me a hand?’ He held his hand out to Jack who obligingly reached down to pull him up. ‘So what were you doing out here?’
‘Other than looking for you?’ Jack replied, pressing the panel to let them back inside. ‘Gotta love Ancient technology.’ He muttered as they stepped inside. ‘I was checking out where best to fish…’
Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Of course you were.’
‘Hey – no point in rushing these things. It takes time. And I gotta tell yah…’
***
‘Harry.’
‘Remus. Bill.’ Harry nodded warily in their direction, still inwardly debating whether he should let either of them into his flat. ‘Tell me something about myself that you would know.’ Yes gentlemen, I’m not quite as naïve as I was. He thought, noticing their taken aback expressions.
‘I was best friends with your father. I taught you the Patronus charm in your third year – it takes the form of your father’s animagus – a stag – also known as Prongs.’
Harry nodded. ‘True.’ He didn’t move to open the door and just watched Bill.
Bill frowned. ‘I’m a curse-breaker for Gringotts and a member of the Order. You’re best friends with my youngest brother and you rescued my sister from the Chamber of Secrets.’
‘That’ll do.’ Harry said, shutting the door in their faces. He smirked as he did so, realising they had no clue why he had done it. He took off the door chain and reopened the door, holding it for them as they entered.
Alan eyed both of them suspiciously from where he was now sitting, having relinquished his spot at the door when Remus and Bill announced who they were.
For a moment, no one moved. Finally Bill spoke, ‘Harry – is there somewhere we can speak – privately?’ Eyeing Alan as he did so, his expression mirroring the look on Alan’s face.
‘No.’ Harry replied. ‘Whatever you are here to say can be said in front of my friend.’
The two Order members looked at each other, before Remus moved towards where Alan was sitting. ‘In that case,’ he said, holding out his hand, ‘I’m Remus Lupin. And you are?’
‘Not interested in whatever you’re selling.’ Replied Alan not moving from his spot to shake Lupin’s hand.
For the first time Remus seems to be quite stunned. Harry noted, amused by Lupin’s expression as he tried to take his hand back gracefully without looking foolish.
‘This is the kind of person you’ve been hiding with then Harry?’ Bill demanded. ‘Some friend,’ he snorted. ‘I thought it didn’t matter to you that Remus was a werewolf.’
‘Oh shut up Weasel…y.’ Alan drawled. ‘I couldn’t give a toss about the whole werewolf stuff.’ He glared at Remus who was still standing near him. ‘But abandoning a child?’ He stretched upwards before slouching back down, ‘that I take great exception to – especially one who had abusive guardians. Forgive me for not shaking hands with… that.’ He pointed disdainfully at Remus.
‘I beg your pardon?’ Lupin demanded angrily.
‘Harry.’ Alan said pointing at Harry. ‘You abandoned him. Twice.’ He counted off on his fingers. ‘Once when he was a baby – he never met you until he was – what – in his third year in his magic school? Would it have killed you to have checked on your best friend’s son? And then…’ He said, getting up from the chair and advancing threateningly towards Lupin, ‘even after you found out how those Dursleys treated him,’ he spat, ‘you left him there to rot. Forget about shaking your head,’ he said, seeing Lupin do exactly that in denial, ‘And don’t be surprised about me not shaking your hand – I wouldn’t…’
‘Stop.’ Harry said, knowing that Alan had long been waiting for an explanation over Lupin’s behaviour.
‘Harry!’ Remus cried, still seemingly shocked by Alan’s accusations. ‘I would never… The Dursleys… Abuse?’ He sounded totally bewildered.
‘I think… Harry said after a moment’s contemplation, ‘that it depends on your perspective. Was I safe from Voldemort?’ Bill flinched. ‘Oh yes. Was I safe from the Death Eaters? Yes again – bravo Dumbledore. I was safe from the Ministry too.’ He paused as though he was considering his next words. ‘But was I safe from the Dursleys? I don’t know.’ He turned to Bill. ‘Tell me Bill – is being locked in a cupboard, bullied and underfed, overworked and treated like a slave an ideal childhood?’ He shrugged, with a wry expression on his face. ‘I’m an only child myself, so I’m not sure if I could be a decent judge.’ He smiled, an engagingly innocent smile. ‘And Dudley was their own son – so I really can’t take him as an example - especially with the bias I have against them.’ He grinned. ‘So tell us Bill, - they gave me the cupboard under the stairs to me as my room and locked me in there until I was eleven. Is that classed as abuse?’
‘I…I…I…’
‘Oh physical surely? But what about mental abuse? What about – the fact that they told me my parents were pathetic and died in a car crash? That magic didn’t exist? That I was worth nothing and was a freak?’ He paused, letting out his breath slowly, trying to calm himself down. ‘I was abused Remus.’ He said turning to face the werewolf. ‘You were one of the few adults in a position where you could have found out where I was. You were at my parents’ wedding – you met my Aunt Petunia. You even knew who she married. But not once – not once did you bother to check that the son of your best fried was well looked after. Care to share with the rest of us why that was?
***
‘Any withdrawals made by anyone in possession of your vault key are seen as authorised by you.’
‘Hence the discrepancies in expenditure?’ Harry queried, gazing at the bank statement in front of him.
The goblin named Pishchik bowed in response to Harry’s question.
Is everything ok? Jack asked, seeing Harry’s frown deepen.
‘Oh fine.’ Harry replied. ‘Just… peachy.’ He smirked, seeing Jack’s face as he used his expression, before turning his gaze to the bank statement, the amusement fading from his face as his eyes looked intently at the paper scroll in front of him. ‘If you count the fact that I seem to have been bankrolling Dumbledore, the Order, the Dursleys, what looks like a quarter of Hogwarts muggleborn students and the entire Weasley family for the past seventeen years – I’m perfectly content with being swindled.’ He stated blithely as he rolled the scroll back up. ‘Yourself?’
***
‘Harry!’ Hermione clutched Harry’s arm. ‘Look!’
Harry looked up and saw the Dark Mark hovering in the sky. Hermione had already let go of his arm and hurtled across the roundabout, ignoring the cars that swerved to miss her.
‘Hermione! Look out!’ He took of running after her, paying more attention to the traffic.
Hermione had already reached the pavement and continued running around the corner. Her scream made Harry find adrenaline he didn’t know hid exhausted body possessed.
‘Mum! Dad!’
Harry heard her cries as he rounded the corner and saw the house he guessed was Hermione’s devastated in front of him.
Hermione had stopped running at the sight of her house, but she suddenly moved as though to go into the building.
‘Hermione! No!’ He grabbed her waist from behind, trying to hold her back from the now smoking building.
‘CRASH!’
Suddenly the windows exploded, sending both of them to the ground with the force of the blow. Flames leapt out of the upper floor windows and the Dark Mark shone sickeningly from above.
Hermione, still trapped by Harry’s arms started shaking. Her arm stretched out, hand extending, vainly reaching for her parents in the hope that they had not been inside.
Harry knew somehow, that this was for him, not her. If she hadn’t come to the funeral – she would have been here. She said she was meant to be warding the house. Everyone I know is a target because of me. He held Hermione tighter, as sobs overtook her as the realisation began to sink in. Someone has betrayed me again. Someone who knew where I lived, and who knew where Hermione lived. But who?
****
Short, but hopefully enjoyable. Thoughts, comments, queries?
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Notes: Weirdly for the first time ever I am actually ahead of this chapter. With luck there won’t be so long a gap as I’ve done about ¾ of the next two chapters. They need more writing and more editing before posting. My life does continue to be busy though, so just because its mostly written doesn’t mean it will appear imminently.
Also: I understand that many find the format of this story frustrating. However – it is staying this way until the end. Comfort yourselves with the fact that when it is done I intend to re-work it all and write it up in order. So if you can’t bear this – you will have to wait for that. Which is undeniably months off.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19
***
He gazed out across the water before turning back to the structure behind him. So peaceful, yet so deadly. He thought, taking in the sight of Atlantis shimmering in the early morning sun.
‘Hey there, stick boy. Whatcha doing?’ Jack strolled over to where Harry was sitting.
‘Just enjoying the early morning before we start.’ Harry replied, shading his eyes from the sun to see Jack.
Jack nodded and stood there for a moment, before rocking back on his heels. ‘You done?’
‘I suppose.’ Harry said, ‘Give me a hand?’ He held his hand out to Jack who obligingly reached down to pull him up. ‘So what were you doing out here?’
‘Other than looking for you?’ Jack replied, pressing the panel to let them back inside. ‘Gotta love Ancient technology.’ He muttered as they stepped inside. ‘I was checking out where best to fish…’
Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Of course you were.’
‘Hey – no point in rushing these things. It takes time. And I gotta tell yah…’
***
‘Harry.’
‘Remus. Bill.’ Harry nodded warily in their direction, still inwardly debating whether he should let either of them into his flat. ‘Tell me something about myself that you would know.’ Yes gentlemen, I’m not quite as naïve as I was. He thought, noticing their taken aback expressions.
‘I was best friends with your father. I taught you the Patronus charm in your third year – it takes the form of your father’s animagus – a stag – also known as Prongs.’
Harry nodded. ‘True.’ He didn’t move to open the door and just watched Bill.
Bill frowned. ‘I’m a curse-breaker for Gringotts and a member of the Order. You’re best friends with my youngest brother and you rescued my sister from the Chamber of Secrets.’
‘That’ll do.’ Harry said, shutting the door in their faces. He smirked as he did so, realising they had no clue why he had done it. He took off the door chain and reopened the door, holding it for them as they entered.
Alan eyed both of them suspiciously from where he was now sitting, having relinquished his spot at the door when Remus and Bill announced who they were.
For a moment, no one moved. Finally Bill spoke, ‘Harry – is there somewhere we can speak – privately?’ Eyeing Alan as he did so, his expression mirroring the look on Alan’s face.
‘No.’ Harry replied. ‘Whatever you are here to say can be said in front of my friend.’
The two Order members looked at each other, before Remus moved towards where Alan was sitting. ‘In that case,’ he said, holding out his hand, ‘I’m Remus Lupin. And you are?’
‘Not interested in whatever you’re selling.’ Replied Alan not moving from his spot to shake Lupin’s hand.
For the first time Remus seems to be quite stunned. Harry noted, amused by Lupin’s expression as he tried to take his hand back gracefully without looking foolish.
‘This is the kind of person you’ve been hiding with then Harry?’ Bill demanded. ‘Some friend,’ he snorted. ‘I thought it didn’t matter to you that Remus was a werewolf.’
‘Oh shut up Weasel…y.’ Alan drawled. ‘I couldn’t give a toss about the whole werewolf stuff.’ He glared at Remus who was still standing near him. ‘But abandoning a child?’ He stretched upwards before slouching back down, ‘that I take great exception to – especially one who had abusive guardians. Forgive me for not shaking hands with… that.’ He pointed disdainfully at Remus.
‘I beg your pardon?’ Lupin demanded angrily.
‘Harry.’ Alan said pointing at Harry. ‘You abandoned him. Twice.’ He counted off on his fingers. ‘Once when he was a baby – he never met you until he was – what – in his third year in his magic school? Would it have killed you to have checked on your best friend’s son? And then…’ He said, getting up from the chair and advancing threateningly towards Lupin, ‘even after you found out how those Dursleys treated him,’ he spat, ‘you left him there to rot. Forget about shaking your head,’ he said, seeing Lupin do exactly that in denial, ‘And don’t be surprised about me not shaking your hand – I wouldn’t…’
‘Stop.’ Harry said, knowing that Alan had long been waiting for an explanation over Lupin’s behaviour.
‘Harry!’ Remus cried, still seemingly shocked by Alan’s accusations. ‘I would never… The Dursleys… Abuse?’ He sounded totally bewildered.
‘I think… Harry said after a moment’s contemplation, ‘that it depends on your perspective. Was I safe from Voldemort?’ Bill flinched. ‘Oh yes. Was I safe from the Death Eaters? Yes again – bravo Dumbledore. I was safe from the Ministry too.’ He paused as though he was considering his next words. ‘But was I safe from the Dursleys? I don’t know.’ He turned to Bill. ‘Tell me Bill – is being locked in a cupboard, bullied and underfed, overworked and treated like a slave an ideal childhood?’ He shrugged, with a wry expression on his face. ‘I’m an only child myself, so I’m not sure if I could be a decent judge.’ He smiled, an engagingly innocent smile. ‘And Dudley was their own son – so I really can’t take him as an example - especially with the bias I have against them.’ He grinned. ‘So tell us Bill, - they gave me the cupboard under the stairs to me as my room and locked me in there until I was eleven. Is that classed as abuse?’
‘I…I…I…’
‘Oh physical surely? But what about mental abuse? What about – the fact that they told me my parents were pathetic and died in a car crash? That magic didn’t exist? That I was worth nothing and was a freak?’ He paused, letting out his breath slowly, trying to calm himself down. ‘I was abused Remus.’ He said turning to face the werewolf. ‘You were one of the few adults in a position where you could have found out where I was. You were at my parents’ wedding – you met my Aunt Petunia. You even knew who she married. But not once – not once did you bother to check that the son of your best fried was well looked after. Care to share with the rest of us why that was?
***
‘Any withdrawals made by anyone in possession of your vault key are seen as authorised by you.’
‘Hence the discrepancies in expenditure?’ Harry queried, gazing at the bank statement in front of him.
The goblin named Pishchik bowed in response to Harry’s question.
Is everything ok? Jack asked, seeing Harry’s frown deepen.
‘Oh fine.’ Harry replied. ‘Just… peachy.’ He smirked, seeing Jack’s face as he used his expression, before turning his gaze to the bank statement, the amusement fading from his face as his eyes looked intently at the paper scroll in front of him. ‘If you count the fact that I seem to have been bankrolling Dumbledore, the Order, the Dursleys, what looks like a quarter of Hogwarts muggleborn students and the entire Weasley family for the past seventeen years – I’m perfectly content with being swindled.’ He stated blithely as he rolled the scroll back up. ‘Yourself?’
***
‘Harry!’ Hermione clutched Harry’s arm. ‘Look!’
Harry looked up and saw the Dark Mark hovering in the sky. Hermione had already let go of his arm and hurtled across the roundabout, ignoring the cars that swerved to miss her.
‘Hermione! Look out!’ He took of running after her, paying more attention to the traffic.
Hermione had already reached the pavement and continued running around the corner. Her scream made Harry find adrenaline he didn’t know hid exhausted body possessed.
‘Mum! Dad!’
Harry heard her cries as he rounded the corner and saw the house he guessed was Hermione’s devastated in front of him.
Hermione had stopped running at the sight of her house, but she suddenly moved as though to go into the building.
‘Hermione! No!’ He grabbed her waist from behind, trying to hold her back from the now smoking building.
‘CRASH!’
Suddenly the windows exploded, sending both of them to the ground with the force of the blow. Flames leapt out of the upper floor windows and the Dark Mark shone sickeningly from above.
Hermione, still trapped by Harry’s arms started shaking. Her arm stretched out, hand extending, vainly reaching for her parents in the hope that they had not been inside.
Harry knew somehow, that this was for him, not her. If she hadn’t come to the funeral – she would have been here. She said she was meant to be warding the house. Everyone I know is a target because of me. He held Hermione tighter, as sobs overtook her as the realisation began to sink in. Someone has betrayed me again. Someone who knew where I lived, and who knew where Hermione lived. But who?
****
Short, but hopefully enjoyable. Thoughts, comments, queries?
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