Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Who Is The Chosen One?

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

James

If I could ask Keith for strength, I'd be wrong for he was as flabbergasted as I was.

"Do you want proof?" He asked as soon as a flicker of doubt grew between us.

"A tattoo. One symbol that only grew on Merlin's body which if any muggle or wizard tried, would burn their skin. Even if a fake." I offered and he chuckled.

"You know your history boy." I hardened as he rolled up his sleeve and there it was. The four-point star a central globe and a weasel, a lion, a raven, and a serpent's head on each tip of the star.

"Why... why do you want me?" I stumbled back, involuntarily.

"Successor."

"My mother? Or my father? Can't be me." I rejected it instantly.

"I'm not offering you the position either."

"Then?"

He looked at Keith and then at me.

"Would you do me a favor and invite your mother and father here? You may be a man but it feels betraying to do this without Ginevra here." He smiled. This man was getting under my skin, crawling up my nerves to the point that my chest was refusing to let me breathe.

"No. I don't trust you."

"You're defying me to protect them?" He cocked a brow.

"Yes." I answered, "I won't let you hurt them."

"I never said anything about hurting them. Besides, it's only my courtesy to ask permission, son."

If he gets to them after I reject him, I don't know what he could do in the name of punishment.

"Fine." I gulped and nodded at Keith as he left the office to call my dad.

"You're afraid of me."

Yeah, no shit old fart.

"Old fart?" He cocked a brow.

"Don't read my mind." I frowned and he snorted, sitting on his chair again.

"Why so defensive?" He clasped his hands together in front of him, resting more comfortably than I was in my own office.

"What do you expect? A stranger walks into my office and makes suspicious demands? Should I flaunt my weaknesses with joy?" I argued and he raised a brow.

"Your family is your weakness?"

"Love has its faces. Don't preach." I frowned, "And you may be who you say you are but don't expect me to scare myself in your honour. You're trespassing."

He only smiled.

***

Time passed slowly but the man only relaxed. He asked for water once and I gave him a cup before Dad showed up with Mum. They were both worried. When Keith chose to leave through the door, I called for him.

"Stay, please." I called and he pursed his lips before entering with a bowed head.

Mum and Dad, both stared at the old man, walking around the chairs to me. I could tell they were on alert but somehow calm as well.

"M-Merlin?" Mum gasped and he winked.

Dad's jaw dropped and I could sympathize with him.

"Hello." He smiled and Mum scrunched as he wrapped her up in a hug. Everyone could only stare as he moved back and squeezed her hands, "I knew you'd grow into a charming woman."