Title: Lubowen (rev 005) 2/8
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.
All too soon they had reached Number four Privet Drive, the hellish prison he had to call home. Sunk as he had been in his grief and guilt over Sirius’ death, Harry had not stopped to question Dumbledore’s words about the place where he had to spend his summers. As long as he called his relatives’ house ‘home’ he would be protected. But Harry could not remember the last time he considered the Dursley’s house ‘home’. It certainly was before he attended elementary school, more than ten years ago. Did that mean he was not, and had not been safe there for years? Perhaps he should owl Dumbledore to inform him of that fact.
The teen was still angry with Dumbledore and blamed the old wizard for a great part of what happened last term. The Headmaster had kept so much from him that would have changed the tragic outcome of the school year. The older wizard had been the one who condemned Harry to grow up among magic-phobic, hateful, neglectful and mildly abusive people. Dumbledore had also lost precious time that could have been used to train and find ways to defeat Voldemort.
Harry would not have wasted his opportunities to learn as he did if he had been aware of what was really at stake. Would not have allowed Ron to influence him, and instead would have followed Hermione’s example. The teen was not stupid, as some people seemed to believe, namely Snape, far from it. Harry had an almost photographic memory and an IQ to rival Hermione’s. But he had learned the hard way not to let anyone know and to practically ignore both abilities.
The Dursleys had NOT been pleased to know he was more intelligent than the spoiled and lazy lump of lard they called a son. Harry had taught himself to read and write at the tender age of four. His pre-school teachers had been so impressed with him they had tested him to see if he could enter elementary school. They had even suggested a private school that specialized in children with high potential. The Dursleys were livid, and of course refused to send him to the special school or to have him skip years. That had been the first time Vernon beat him. Harry spent one week with no food in his cupboard, and the next one with only bread and water once a day.
After his ‘punishment’ Harry had been slightly subdued in his schoolwork, but he was still better than Dudley. His teacher sent daily encouraging and praising notes home, unaware that each only resulted in painful beatings for the small boy. Harry had not understood at first why his uncle was so angry, as his teacher was very pleased with him; but when he finally did, Harry began to do worse than Dudley. Vernon stopped beating him so often ‘though his teachers wondered what happened to him. By the time he started elementary school, he was considered a mediocre student and he did not do anything to disabuse that notion.
Hogwarts had brought the hope of finally being able to learn and study, but he came face to face with a fame he was not aware of and that brought too much attention to him. He had already showed too much when he displayed talent for flying and was named the `youngest Seeker in 100 years’. If he started to do as well as Hermione with his grades it was going to draw too much attention when all he wanted was to fade in the background afraid his achievements would reach his relatives’ ears. So he had allowed himself to be distracted and followed Ron’s lazy lead. Snape was right; he was an idiot who did not think.
Now it seemed too late, Sirius died and he –a 15 year old- carried the weight of rescuing the Wizarding and muggle worlds from a psychotic Dark wizard with world domination delusions. It was not fair! Not fair at all! He had wanted to die, had even asked for that release, and it was denied to him. He had to survive to fight Voldemort. He needed to live long enough to learn what he needed to defeat the Dark Lord and perhaps then he would be free to find peace and join his parents and Sirius. Despite his anger and misgivings toward the Headmaster, he needed to talk to him about the wards at Privet Drive and about training. What was taught at Hogwarts was no longer enough, to be useful in a duel against Voldemort; it had never been to start with.