Oh dear again by happy-rea

Chapter 4

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Gwen found Merlin where he said he would be. Sitting against the castle wall just watching the stars. She knew that he knew she was there and so she just sat there silently. Waiting for him to speak, for she knew this was something that could not be pushed. He had to want to tell her and if she didn't tell her this year she would come and sit with him the next year and the year after that until he decided he was ready to tell her. Merlin began to speak, still not tearing his eyes from the night's sky.

"I was born as Harry James Potter to the proud parents of Lily and James Potter on the 31st July 1980." Here he stopped as though he was waiting for her to say something. Gwen just held his hand and waited for him to continue.

"At the time there was an evil wizard who thought that all wizards who weren't pure – that is to say born from a line of wizards – should be killed. My mum was what he called a mudblood. She had no magical parents. To the rest of the magical world she was known as a muggle born. A muggle being someone who has no magic.

On All Hallows Eve when I was one he came to our house. My father told my mum to run, that he was here and to run with me. She ran up the stairs hoping that he could hold him off long enough for us to get away. Voldemort killed him and followed us upstairs. He told my mother that he would spare her if she moved to allow him to kill me. She didn't move and so he killed her. He turned his wand on me and sent the killing spell – the spell that can't be stopped- at me. And I didn't die. Gwen I'm the only one who has ever survived that spell. The only one who will survive that spell for thousands of years. I was sent to my mother's sisters. They hated magic almost as much as King Uther. They didn't kill me or hit me, but they would lock me up in a cupboard with no food. I didn't know my name until I went to school. I thought I was called freak. I had to do all of the household chores from the age of three. All the cleaning and the cooking. AEverything Gwen. I found out later that they were getting money to be spent on me. They just spent on their own son, who was a fat prat and a bully. I was just a servant to them and they didn't really care if Dudley hit me or not – it's where I learnt to be so fast. Dudley was slow, but his friends weren't, so I would have to run to get away from them."

He paused and continued to look into the sky his eyes focusing on a point where there was no stars, after a few minutes he sighed and continued his tale

"When I turned eleven I got a strange letter. I was accepted to Hogwarts a school of witchcraft and wizardry. The first year I went there everyone stared at me. I was a living legend simply because I WAS living. When the curse hit me somehow it rebounded and hit Voldemort who fled. Everyone thought he was dead and it was because of me. Well at the end of that year I had seen him and fought him again. He had gone after something called the philosopher's stone. It could make as much gold as you wanted and it made the drinker immortal.

My second year was no better, a beast was set on the school, a giant snake. I can talk to snakes although I didn't know it till that year and because of that everyone thought it was me who was setting it on people, even when Hermione was hurt because of it. The sister of one of my best friends was taken into a chamber hidden under the school and I rescued her. Suddenly I was a hero again.

My third year the man who I thought had betrayed my parents to Voldemort escaped from prison. I found out that it wasn't him who had betrayed my parents but another man. One who had been hiding as Ron's rat for years. But the rat got away and so Sirius had to run. But not before telling me that he was my Godfather and that if he was cleared I could go and live with him.