New Awakening

Family Bond

September 1st: Harry's Original World

To say that the habitants of the castle were confused when young Mister Potter bolted out of the Great Hall was an understatement.

The students started to whisper about the weird behaviour of the golden boy not leaving behind his sickly appearance (despite the glamours) from the moment they saw him, but now the whispers intensified. The teachers looked at the headmaster for guidance before the Gryffindor Head of House got up of the table and left to look for her young lion without a word.

Minerva McGonagall didn't like to be told she played favourites, but everyone knew that she had a soft spot for the Marauders. Especially James Potter and Sirius Black. The hurt and disappointment of the betrayal of the Potters by Black was still latent, and she always asked herself how did that came to happen.

Anyway, when she heard about James and Lily's death she was devastated. But it was nothing compared to the feeling of powerlessness when she left their son at those dreadful muggles' doorstep. 

She tried to convince Albus that nothing good would come from this, that they would never treat the boy as their own but the headmaster was adamant: Harry needed his mother's protection.

Almost ten years later the witch came to see the boy again. He looked like he had some terminal disease. He was too short, too thin - his skin stretched on his clearly visible bones. She almost fainted when she caught a glimpse of those green eyes; they looked dead.

So she walked as quick as she could through the hallways, asking the moving portraits information about a small raven-haired boy. To sum everything up, they said that a bleeding boy had run into the third room on the left. She suppressed a gasp at the bleeding part and followed their directions. 

She arrived there in time to see a bright light engulf the room. The floor was bloody, though the bleeding boy was missing.

She quickly cast a patronus to the headmaster and approached the puddle. It looked like someone was tortured. She sat down at the nearest chair and closed her eyes, begging whoever was hearing for this all to be a dream.

What seemed like ages later the Light Wizard entered the room, with Professor Severus Snape on his side.

"What did our golden brat get into this time? Just like his father, attention seeking, arrogant-" The headmaster silenced the venomous monologue of the potions master with a hand.

“Tell me what you’ve found, Minerva.” Albus Dumbledore said warily.

The animagus explained what she knew.

"A bright light, you say?" Dumbledore scratched his beard deep in thought. "And you are positive the boy didn't leave the room?" She nodded.

The headmaster then approached the bloodied place and started to wave his wand, murmuring words in latin that the professors recognised as a ward to discover what kind of magic was used at a determined place.