The Rise of Harry Potter by ZaneT69

Chapter 20

August 31st, 1994.

I was finally back at Durmstrang, and continuing my dominion over my classes, and my hard work. I had been improving the wards on Abegg Castle to my liking, it was the most secure option for my German base, and it was looking like I would need to follow through on some plans to get allies, and would need secure locations to meet them. Dumbledore had already tried recruiting my family into servitude to him and his cult; citing the Dark Mark on Snape's arm growing darker. They refused to get involved, and even stated that they no longer believed in his 'leadership'. The old man looked so sad that I had to fight the urge to laugh at him. It was his fault they lost their faith in him!

If Voldemort was going to be returning soon, then I would need allies for myself and my family. Dumbledore didn't deserve our support and couldn't be trusted anymore, so I had to find my own allies or minions. I had already contacted the Flamels and had asked them if they were interested in a fighting a British Dark Lord who's insane, has daddy issues, and delusions of grandeur and adequacy. I went on to explain that I found Dumbles and his cult untrustworthy, I knew they didn't really trust him, so they would understand, and had given the old man a fake stone in the first place...

Flashback

Hogwarts, June 7th, 1992.

I had been waiting, and essentially stalking for hours; though I would never admit to stalking anyone, until, finally, the Flamels entered Hogwarts', Entrance Hall. At least, I hoped they were the Flamels, they were both much more powerful than Dumbledore, with slightly glowing eyes.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. and Mrs. Flamel?" I asked politely, though, I felt an odd sensation run through my mind.

"Yes, we are. And who might you be, young man?" Nicolas asked, with a kindly smile.

"Harry Potter, sir, my brother protected your stone that Dumbledore used as bait, after he placed protections that were beaten by three first years of unexceptional ability." I said, they looked displeased, though not by me. "The reason I approached you was because I have information detailing the casting of the Fidelius Charm, as well as wards against phoenixes and house-elves, and would like to offer you this information with no strings attached, so that you can better protect your property in the future. I only hope you would consider an alliance against this Dark Lord in the future, but would understand if you refused to get involved, and would bear you no ill will if you did."

"We accept, Harry," Perenelle said, with a kind smile. "Have you considered studying Alchemy?"

That was an odd, and sudden subject change.

"Of course, the possibility of creating medicines and cures for nearly any illness, immortality, transmutation of base metals into gold, are all of great interest to me; especially the prospect of curing Lycanthropy. I'm planning to choose Alchemy as an elective at Durmstrang for my third year."

"Well, when you graduate, why don't you write us a letter and I'll take you as an apprentice. I'll even waive the traditional clause of owning your work." Nicolas offered, with a smile. I wondered why they were being so polite to me. I couldn't have made that good of an impression.

"I'll try to, sir." I said, but was hoping I could. There are just many unknown factors that could prevent me from doing so.