8From here on I might be using some flashbacks for some situations. Mostly they will be confrontations with others. The normal storyline is mostly about his development in education, mind and the family structure, how it is affecting their lives.
Summary: Harry wakes up in the dead of the night to find Death Eaters placing a curse on his father. James starts acting weird, but he can't tell anyone. slash hpjp hpoc sort of incest
Disclaimer: I own none of the hp-characters.
Family Secrets
Chapter 2
I close my eyes
count down from ten
I curse the ties
between men
you'll never see
you'll never learn
not a single thing you hear
so why does my heart burn
can't help but hope
can't help but try
to find a way to cope
even if it's a lie
how it hurts me to say
all in life is fine
I know someday I'll pay
but for now silence is mine
Harry was getting quite desperate.
Even after searching all these books he was no closer to finding a solution than when he started.
But he couldn't give up; he was his father's only hope on recovery
You might be thinking: why isn't he asking help from friends or other family?
And there in laid the problem
He tried to ask for help. After all, Albus Dumbledore was considered the greatest wizard of this century. Even Voldemort was afraid of him.
Unfortunately he couldn't. He tried over and over again, but nothing worked.
Flashback
They were visiting grandpa Albie in his office at Hogwarts.
Harry was hoping to tell him all about the ritual he witnessed. Surely he would undo whatever was done.
However...
"Grandpa Albie, I have to tell you something."
"Tuesday night, I went out of my bed and..." Harry was overcome with a feeling of dread and buckled over.
"Oh dear," his dad said. "It seems like your cold's isn't entirely gone. Let me take you to Snape. Mme Pomfrey is on a holiday."
His father took him in his arms and out of the office. Harry tried to protest. Not Snape again!
But somehow he couldn't utter a single sound.
They descended to the dungeons and he knocked on a portrait of silver and a green snake entwined around a silver dagger.
The portrait door opened to show Snape in his full glory.
"What is it now, Potter? Is it so hard to follow a single command?"
"The boy tried to tell Dumbledore," he spat.
Harry had to squint to verify if this was indeed his father. The way he spoke about both grandpa Albie and himself appalled him.
"Did he succeed in his ..courageous attempt?"
"No, the secretus in familias was successful."
"Good... "Snape turned to look at Harry and sneered. "Don't even think of trying again. No one can help you."
End flashback
When he got home he searched the library what this ritual secretus in familias was.
After reading about it in a half a dozen books he resigned himself to the fact that Snape was right. There was no way anyone would know something was wrong
The spell effectively allowed the head of the family to keep certain secrets in the family. Any one attempting to tell an outsider about it would somehow be smothered and the head would know who was the guilty.
This spell was used in all the old families both Light and Dark. It was quite effective and there simply was no way around it. He would know, after scurrying through all these books he still found no solution.
Harry sighed once again and closed his eyes.
It was time for a change of plans. It seemed there was no possibility of looking for outside help. If he wanted to cure his father he would have to do it himself.
He knew it was silly. After all he was an untrained wizard. It would be quite hard to undo a dark curse cast by several powerful dark wizards; if they were powerful alright, Harry admitted that. There was a reason they were so feared by the general population. They may be evil but they were the elite of the bunch.
He massaged his temple. Just thinking 'bout it all gave him a migraine. To find the cure he needed to find the cause of disease.
He looked at the towering rows of bookshelves behind him.
'I think I will cross that bridge tomorrow. I kind of exhausted myself already today.'
He didn't exactly look forward to tackling all those tomes for the ritual. At least there was one good thing out of earlier fruitless search for the familias secretus. By now knew the general layout of the books and where NOT to look.
He turned and exited the library towards his room.
Suddenly a figure appeared in his way.
Harry looked up fearfully.
"Father"
The malicious glint in his father's eyes did not forebode anything good.
"Don't think I forgot about that little stunt you pulled with Albus. You can get away with much, but not this." Harry heard Snape's voice from a shadowy corner of the room.
"Potter, 'tell' your son exactly why he should not try this again." with that he turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him as he glided his way out of there.
Harry gulped as his father stalked towards him. If he could he would have hightailed out of there, no matter how small the chance to come out of this unscathed was. Unfortunately his knees seemed to have turned to jelly.
"Hello son"
Yep, he definitely should have taken the risk to run.
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