Falling Through Time & Space

Meeting Dumbledore/Accepting Fate

Warnings: mentions of abuse and malnourishment, mentions of war/sad topics, grief, kinda sad, and Dumbledore Bashing

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Chapter 4

"Mr. Longbottom, how are you?", asks Kylie Potter as she enters the Morg.

"Better, Auror Potter, if the child on my table was not younger than my little boy," saying this he limps over to the trash.

"Younger than Neveille??"

"Yes, the boy on this table is not 17, like Lord Prevel. This boy is maybe 14-15, but with the severe malnourishment we will probably never know his true age."

"Malnourishment?"

"Sadly, yes. He seems to have been with lack of food for many years, possibly his whole life. He also shows signs of long-term abuse: non-treated breaks in his bones, scaring, and words carved into his back with what seems to be a muggle knife."

"Muggle abuse then?"

"Yes. I think we should report this-"

"No, I mean- Uh, I want to find a bit more information before we report anything."

He remains quiet for a few moments before speaking again. "Ok, I'll follow your lead on this; but if any other cases come to me I will have to report this."

"I understand," as Kylie walked away she asked "You went to the doctor earlier this week, right? What did they say?"

"The curse is not spreading, but it's not getting better either. I might have another 5 years. That's the max, however, and he just told me to spend as much time with my family and prepare my final Will."

"I'm so sorry, Frank! I wish there was something we could do."

"It's ok, Kylie. That's the thing with old family curses. If they even had a counter it would be lost or 'forgotten'."

She leaves with a final, "Good luck."

So it was not Hadrian that we found....

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"Hello, Hadrian! How are you feeling?", asks a cheerful voice of an old man.

"I feel fine, but how do you know my name?

"Why! Madam Pomphery just told me when we walked in. I hope you don't mind, but it is my job to know the students on the school grounds and what is happening with them, so I kindly asked Madam Pomphery."

I definitely do not trust this man. And if it really is Dumbledor, he can not know who I really am.

"Now, Hadrian, what do you remember before you woke up here."

"Nothing really, sir. I think I remember falling.., but everything else is blank."

"Madam Pomphery had said you knew about Hogwarts, Is that correct?"

He was testing me. But I knew that he was a Griffindor when he graduated, and only another King of Slytherin could beat a King of Slytherin at manipulation.

"I think I remember hearing of it, but I'm not sure. I know it's a school, but not much more."

"Of course, of course! Could you tell us your full name?"

"I think it is Hadrian Prevel. Yeah, that sounds right."

His 'twinkling eyes' falter for half a second before regaining the effect. "Prevel. That is a really old name. Last I heard it was dead."

"Well, I guess lines never die out... I don't know. It just feels right"

"That's fine, my boy. Can you tell how old you are?"

"I think 17; could you also not call me your boy?"

"I'm sorry, it just slips out sometimes, you know? Anyway, that is good, we can put you into our school's seventh year. We can take you out to shop for your supplies this weekend, as long as Madam Pomphery has cleared you."

I can feel my eyes twitch. He's not even going to question it? What kind of Headmaster is this? I could be way behind or not even really a seventeen-year-old.

"Ok."

"Good, good. We will have to contact the authorities more on your situation, but you should just stay here until summer unless we find a better place for you sooner."

"Alright. Can I sleep now? I'm quite tired."

"Yes, we are done for today. Get some sleep; I'll inform Madam Pomphery that you would like to rest."

"Ok"

Oh, dear! This is going to be fun, but before anything, I'm going to have to do some research.......

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"What?", a groggy Sirius wakes up from his place on one of the upstairs couches.

"Good, you're awake! We need to talk, Sirus."

"I don't understand Rem- HARRY!!"

"Yes, Sirius. Harry is... missing. The Aurors still haven't found anything, but Dumbledore just informed us that the boy is awake. "

"He is awake?!?! We have to go, Remus! He must know where our Harry is!", before Sirius could make it out the door in his day-old clothing, Remus stops him by lightly holding his arm and dragging him to sit down.

"Yes, he might know what has happened to Harry; but he claims not to remember anything. We are keeping him in Hogwarts and will not leave him unsupervised, but we don't know his age and it is illegal to perform any kind of mind arts on underage wizards."

"But-"

"No buts Sirius. Plus you are a criminal. You can't just go into the only school in the British Iseals to talk with a young man."

"But-"

"I know Sirius. I miss Harry too, and I can't help but worry about him. But right now is not the time to panic. We need to remain somewhat level-headed, for Harry."Looking down sadly down at the bed cover he nods his head. 

'I have to stay calm, to find Harry'

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Hey everyone!! A bit shorter than usual, but I hope you all still like it. I have been on the road and traveling. That is why I am late to upload. Please forgive me.  Again, I hope you enjoyed it. 

~Gabrielle <3

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