Darth Marrs - Harry Potter and the Four Founders

Harry Potter and the Four Founders

A Fanfiction Story by Darth Marrs

Description:

Powerful Harry, Multi-Ship. Post OOTP. No Slash. Rated M.

Disclaimer:

Yeah, you get it. I'm poor. JKR is rich. I didn't come up with any of this, and JKR did. So I don't begrudge her riches, and she by her own good grace and an understanding heart has not begrudged us playing with her characters. So long as we don't try to publish anything from it for profit, of course. ;)

Author's Note:

The basic premise of this story was inspired by Gryffindor's Harry Potter, The Heir of Magic, which was put up for adoption by the author, however everything beyond the most basic start is my own creation..

Important Notice 08/17/2015After an announcement by fanfiction dot net that the rating policies will be strictly enforced, I've determined that large parts of this story did not meet the guidelines given in the ratings system. Therefore, this story has been heavily edited for content to comply with the newly enforced rating. The original, unedited version is now available in its entirety on Archive of Our Own under the name Darth_marrs.

Harry Potter and the Four Founders

"You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."

-Albus Dumbledore,

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter One: In Which Hogwarts Does Harry

"You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it."

Harry stood trembling in the Headmaster's office. Around them lay the remains of Dumbledore's many instruments, shattered by Harry's rage. Their argument continued; Dumbledore calm and sad, Harry yelling at the top of his lungs in a storm of anger more powerful than anything he had ever felt before.

"It is my fault that Sirius died," Dumbledore finally said. And he explained. He explained how it was his fault for not being open with Harry. He explained just how thoroughly the trap had been sprung on Harry, and how thoroughly he fell into it with all his friends.

He explained how he knew exactly what he was doing when he gave Harry to the Dursleys. How he was knowingly condemning Harry to ten long, dark and difficult years. He explained how he had formulated a brilliant plan, only to see it fall apart because of his supposed care for Harry.

And then he spoke of the prophecy.

The one with the power to vanquish the- Dark Lord approaches born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

The slowly revolving Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mist of the pensieve. The silence within the office was absolute. Dumbledore stood as still as any statue, while Harry stared down into the pensieve.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry spoke at last. He did not look up from the cauldron that showed the memory. "It... did that mean what did that mean?"

"It meant," said Dumbledore, "that the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times."

Harry felt as though something was closing in on him. His breath caught in his throat and it took willpower to force it through his lungs. "It means - me?"

Dumbledore merely stared at him, providing his answer to deafening silence. "The odd thing Harry," he said at last, "is that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll's Prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom."

"But then but then, why was it my name on the prophecy and not Neville's?"

"The official record was re-labeled after Voldemort's attack on you as a child," said Dumbledore. "It seemed plain to the keeper of the Hall of Prophecy that Voldemort could only have tried to kill you because he knew you to be the one to whom Sybill was referring."

"Then it might not be me?" said Harry

"I am afraid," said Dumbledore slowly, looking as though every word cost him a great effort, "that there is no doubt that it is you."

"But you said - Neville was born at the end of July, too - and his mum and dad..."

"You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy, the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort Voldemort himself would mark him as his equal. And so he did, Harry He chose you, not Neville. He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse."

"But he might have chosen wrong!" said Harry. "He might have marked the wrong person!"

"He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him," said Dumbledore. "And notice this, Harry: he chose, not the pureblood (which, according to his creed, is the only kind of wizard worth being or knowing) but the half-blood, like himself. He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you, and in marking you with that scar, he did not kill you, as he intended, but gave you powers, and a future, which have fitted you to escape him not once, but four times so far - something that neither your parents, nor Neville's parents, ever achieved."

"Why did he do it, then?" said Harry, who felt numb and cold. "Why did he try and kill me as a baby? He should have waited to see whether Neville or I looked more dangerous when we were older and tried to kill whoever it was then"

'That might, indeed, have been the more practical course," said Dumbledore, "except that Voldemort's information about the prophecy was incomplete. The Hog's Head inn, which Sybill chose for its cheapness, has long attracted, shall we say, a more interesting clientele than the Three Broomsticks. As you and your friends found out to your cost, and I to mine that night, it is a place where it is never safe to assure you are not being overheard. Of course, I had not dreamed, when I set out to meet Sybill Trelawney, that I would hear anything worth overhearing. My - our - one stroke of good fortune was that the eavesdropper was detected only a short way into the prophecy and thrown from the building."

"This eavesdropper only heard part of it?"

"He heard only the beginning, the part foretelling the birth of a boy in July to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort. Consequently, he could not warn his master that to attack you would be to risk transferring power to you, and marking you as his equal. So Voldemort never knew that there might be danger in attacking you; that it might be wise to wait, to learn more. He did not know that you would have power the Dark Lord knows not"

"But I don't!" said Harry, in a strangled voice. "I haven't any powers he hasn't got, I couldn't fight the way he did tonight, I can't possess people or - or kill them "