Title: Lubowen (rev 005) 1/8
Pairing: Harry/OFC, Severus/OFC
Warnings: Chan, Sexual Themes, Het, Violence, Child Abuse
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: There were things that Harry had forgotten that happened the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts. He remembers now, and it added to his pain and loss, but he also found family and a reason to keep on fighting.
The ride back to Privet Drive was punctuated by his Uncle’s colourful insults towards ‘freaks’ and their ‘abnormal’ things. Dudley joined at the appropriate places adding his own demeaning and insulting words. From time to time Vernon would address his aunt and require that she joined in his tirade; after all, she always did before. But not this time; Petunia was oddly quiet and only mumbled responses or added non-committal sounds where she deemed appropriate. His Aunt’s strange behaviour was enough to bring Harry out of his numb stupor and he observed her with attention. It was better than thinking about Sirius, the Prophesy, and what happened at the ‘Department of Mysteries’.
Something was decidedly different about Petunia Dursley, he could feel it. Yet, Harry had trouble pointing out what it was. As he concentrated, he realized there was a faint feeling of magic surrounding her. For an instant, the young teen panicked, had someone spelled or cursed his aunt? He concentrated harder on that faint trace of magic focusing all his attention on discerning what it was. Thus he received the shock of his life when he found out the magic was her own. She was a witch! His Aunt Petunia –magic-phobic muggle extraordinaire- was a witch! But how did that happen? Last he saw heir she had no more magic than the average muggle. Why had no one found this out before?
Harry had always been able to recognize magical auras, but he had never paid much attention to it before. In away, his ignorance of the magical world had him believe that everyone could see them. That was not so, only a handful of people -both magical and muggle- could. It was an ability much like empathy and needed training to learn to control it or block it depending on the situation. Otherwise it would start to affect the wizard or witch’s behaviour, overloading their senses making them irritable or depressed. Without training they would probably either go mad or commit suicide.
As young magic people began to grow into their magic, those capable of sensing magical Auras became more sensitive to those around them unless they learned to shield from the excess magical currents that surrounded them. There had also been other things affecting the teen emotionally and magically that no one, especially not himself, had noticed. He had reached his full magical potential, something that usually happened when the witch’s or wizard’s body was done growing up which was around their early twenties depending on each individual. There were exceptions on either side of the scale, of course.
Harry was far from done growing up. In fact, he was developing much slower than a teen his age should. He owed that to being barely fed by his relatives since he was a small child. There was also a block on his magic since the previous summer that no one had detected, and vague feelings that there was something missing from his mind. Whatever it was, it was something vital and important that he should be aware of, but could not remember. That elusive sensation had only added to the restlessness that took over him most of the term. All that summed up to the tribulations of being a developing teenager had only created a very unstable boy. His upbringing at the Dursley household had not done anything to improve the situation. Harry learned very early on in his lire that there was no one he could really go to for advice, or to confide with his problems but himself.
The teen found it incredibly odd that now that he was away from Hogwarts he was able to focus his mind better; that despite his heavy grief and guilt, he could ‘read’ the magic so much better than before. Aunt Petunia was a witch, and she knew it too. How he knew, Harry was not sure. But he could ‘feel’ that she had control over her magic. She was also containing her magic in a way he had seldom seen before. Dumbledore and Snape did it all the time.
At times he wondered if either of then was aware how powerful the other was. Especially Snape, Harry had the feeling the Potions Master was, at least, equal in power than the Headmaster if not more. But like the good Slytherin he was, the man did not keep all his potions in one basket. So he toned his magic down below what the Headmaster showed. There was also something decidedly strange with the wizard’s magic but the teen had not been able to tell what it was. Dumbledore’s case was different; he did not hide as much as Snape did. He did not need to. Everyone knew he was powerful after defeating Grindelwald. Still, he kept his true strength hidden. He also had the same strange quality to his magic than Snape, and Harry knew he had only sensed someone else with that ‘type’ of magic, but could not remember who.
It bothered him a lot not being able to recall some things. Most were about the previous summer, before he went to Grimmauld Place. The feeling that there was much more to that time drove him crazy. He was missing something important, vital he could almost say. But there was some sort of impenetrable fog in his mind that kept him from knowing.