Harry Potter and the Whims of Fate (Harry Potter Quest)
Welcome to an
@Mazrick and
@Sidhenlae produced Harry Potter quest. This won't have any crossover elements, will follow book canon aside from our many butterflies, and should be updated twice a week. In this quest, you will be playing as Harry Potter, but not
exactly the Harry Potter we all know. One little change can make a
world of difference… So! Put on your robe and wizard hat, it's going to be a wild ride!
November 12, 1981
The office of famed Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was cluttered more than usual, and bright morning sunlight streamed through the many windows. On top of all the knick-knacks and exotic devices that were ever present in the large circular room, there were stacks of paper haphazardly organized here and there.
The many portraits of past Headmasters, lining the walls of the office, were mostly silent and next to the great oak table dominating the room stood a stand, upon which perched a creature oft renown for their majestic plumage and soothing song. This one however had his head drooped and his plumage held none of the splendour usually attributed to a phoenix.Today its feathers were drab, its song melonchaly, and its form shrunken with age.
Amidst all this sat two wizards. The elder of the two wore a drab grey robe and half-moon spectacles rested on a crooked nose. He rested behind a large oaken desk upon a finely crafted chair, and he occasionally ran his long fingers absently through his long silver beard. The younger man sat in a much less opulent chair across from the headmaster. Many would have accounted him a handsome man in the prime of his life, but now he looked haggard with unshaven stubble, messy black hair. The raven haired wizard wore a simple black robe with a low cut, full of creases, as if he had slept in the robes. Repeatedly.
Between them a bottle of whiskey, recently opened and already half empty, rested amongst the desk's clutter.
The silence loomed through the room like an oppressive cloud, like an abyss that swallowed all joy and mirth only to leave deep sadness. The younger, more haggard, looking man nursed his glass of whiskey idly in his hand, gaze lost in its contents. The bearded wizard, had his concerned gaze locked upon the man seated across him. Any remnant of the old wizard's usual cheery, twinkling gaze long disappeared.
"It was the right thing to do, James. People had lost too much hope already, they needed something to lift their hearts and ease their minds." The words cut through the silence like a lightning bolt through clear sky, pulling the younger of the two from dark thoughts.
There was a pause that hung in the air before the man, James, suddenly seemed to realise he still had company.
"You keep saying that Albus, and I want to believe you, but we both know he's still out there. What we, - I, gave those people is nothing but bold-faced lies they ate up because they
want it to be true."
"We were ill-prepared for the war, James, but what you've given us is time. Time we desperately need to resist Tom's ploys. Time we need to recover. Your words helped heal our world, just as Lily's love protected Harry. By coming after little Harry, he invoked the prophecy. 'He shall have power the Dark Lord knows not'."
The fateful words hung heavy in the air. Lily's doom and their salvation.
"In the coming years, Harry may very well face Tom again, and he'll need to lean on Lily's sacrifice and your love to survive." the old man finished kindly.
"Love?" James scoffed. "What good will love do when Harry's facing down a Death Eater? Voldemort isn't our only enemy." James abruptly slammed the glass down on the desk. Whiskey nearly spilling out. "Just yesterday Lucius Malfoy walked free. If he was under the imperius the whole time, then you can call me a muggle! How many others, Albus?"
He took a deep, steadying breath. "How many other Death Eaters will walk free? Frank was killed, and that bitch Bellatrix got away despite it all. If one of our finest can be kidnapped, tortured, and then murdered in front of a dozen Aurors… What can
love do against such reckless hate?"
The silence stretched again, and the wizened old man seemed to visibly age. Moments ticked by, and Dumbledore quietly searched for a way to comfort his friend.
Then James sighed, and slumped back into his seat.
"Sirius owled me not an hour ago. After the bullshit suspension, he's decided to resign from the Auror Corps." James' voice sounded too tired for any emotion to carry through it, and even his face was set into a tired, hollow look with only the eyes betraying that life still lurked behind it. He was running on autopilot now.
"They'll miss him. He was one of their best." Dumbledore replied.
He paused to let James respond, but when it was clear the younger wizard would hold his silence, Albus sighed, and said, "Have you decided what you and Harry are going to do next?"
"I'm going to have a house built in the countryside. Expensive wards. All the bells and whistles. It'll cost an arm and a leg, but Harry
must be safe. Until then, Alice has invited me to stay at Longbottom Manor. With Lestrange on the loose, I think another wizard there wouldn't go amiss."
The silence fell heavy between the two wizards once more, and James rose, excused himself, and left the Headmasters office.
There was a lot of work to be done.
There were many people visiting Harry's father and his aunt Alice even during his youth, of those that Harry found the most fun to be around were: (Choose 3)
[] Neville
Aunt Alice's son was quiet, but he usually let Harry take the lead. The blonde boy would often lead in de-gnoming the garden, and it was in the garden that Neville seemed most at home. He knew every plant, and had even been found sleeping out there one night. Though usually quiet and calm, his steadfast loyalty and thoughtful ways made him Harry's constant companion.
[] Uncle Sirius
He visited Harry's father often and always took time to play with little Harry! Uncle Sirius bought the best presents for Harry, and gave him the best ideas for pranks. They had fun adventures, but the best by far was when he took little Harry riding on his flying motorbike! He snuck Harry candies and showed him magic, when none of the other grownups would. Sirius' tales about the Marauders adventures in Hogwarts filled Harry's head.
[] Ron
The youngest Weasley loved flying on Harry's toy broom, and they spent many days exploring the Potter Residence. Ron's older brother's were pranksters, who constantly picked on him, and Harry would help Ron plan pranks in return. A prank war the likes of which Britain had seldom seen blossomed between the two groups of boys. Ron's older brothers Bill and Charlie came over often, and they were…
cool.
[] Uncle Remus
Another friend of Harry's father who visited often. Bit haggard looking and soft spoken with a weary smile, but what's most important is he told the best stories whenever he visited. Monsters, evil wizards, far away lands and the adventures of many heroes, foremost among them Godric Gryffindor - it had them all! Sometimes even Harry's father and aunt Alice were surprised when little Harry could name something in one of the picture books or newspapers.
[] Alby
The great and powerful wizard Albus Dumbledore came by on occasion, and when he showered Harry with sweets and indulgent smiles, the little man squealed in delight. Playing with 'Alby's' beard was a great delight for the toddler. Unlike other o[d people, Alby was all too ready to play hide and seek and any other game that took Harry's fancy. Sometimes, the old wizard would get a small, sad smile on his face, and Harry would make it his mission to cheer up the world's most powerful wizard. Harry
knew he was so powerful because he didn't use his wand half the time he used magic!
[] Aunt Minnie
Not as frequent visitor as most, but Aunt Minnie always brightened up young Harry's day considerably. While he was no stranger to magic, the things Aunt Minnie could do were way cooler than anything he had seen his father, or even Uncle Sirius do! She could make an entire army out of a box of matches and then make them all move. Sometimes she even brought scenes young Harry had read about from the children's books alive. Once, she even turned into a cat!
Harry's father wed the widowed Alice while he was still young, and that same year he and Neville got a little sister named Rebecca. What does Harry think of her as?
[] Aunt Alice
Harry has little memory of his true mum, Lily, but the way his father and his friends talk of her, that bright and cheerful witch with a soft heart and great talent at charms makes Harry determined to make this great woman proud of him, even if she may not be able to witness it herself.
[] Mum
Harry barely remembered his birth mother, Lily, and Alice is Neville and Rebecca's mum. Thinking of her as 'mum' felt right. She held Harry when he cried, and she paid just as much attention to him as Nev or Becky. She could be stern and strict, but a loving smile and a soft embrace would always soothe little Harry. While Harry's father ran his business, Alice took care of their small family. Calling her mum wouldn't erase Lily. Instead, he would have two mommies!
After Harry's 6th birthday, James sat him down, and spoke at length to the young boy. According to the older Potter, it was time for him to start school. James outlined two options. Choose one to be happy about:
[] Muggle School
Harry thought attending muggle elementary school with a lot of other kids his age and seeing for himself the crazy muggle inventions his father and uncles mentioned on occasions sounded great! And father tells his mother actually attended one of these as well!
[] Wizarding Tutors
Harry thought private tutors and learning about the Wizarding world and magic was pretty much the best thing ever. All of the things that his father and witches and wizards could do… he wanted to do them too!
While growing up, one of Harry's favourite past times was:
[] Broomstick flying!
The small kids one wouldn't go very fast or high, but nothing quite rivaled the feeling of freedom and the sensation of wind blowing through his hair while in the air. One time he had been scolded for taking an adult broom for a spin, but he couldn't wipe away his grin for days.
[] Experimenting with Magic!
Harry wouldn't have a wand until he turned eleven, but magic intrigued him. He had seen Alby do it without a wand, and he tried himself! Or whenever he could nick a wand without getting in trouble, he'd try to practice spells, and all he'd get were strangely colored explosions. Other times he would practice wand movements with a stick.
[] Play dates!
Sometimes upon Aunt Alice's insistence Harry's father would go through the effort of setting up a play date with other wizard kids. The Longbottom manor didn't get many visitors Harry or Neville's age, so any opportunity to meet other kids was treasured. Harry learned of many interesting things on these play dates that his father or Aunt Alice hadn't told him, not to mention the friends!
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