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HP : The Chronicles

A more powerful, knowledgeable and much better trained Harry -but not Super!Harry, there won't be any suddenly acquired powers here just improvement of a preexisting talent and many years of effort- a differently evolving Severus as I believe he could have been had things turned out differently. After all, you must keep in mind, Lily lives in this story. Yet, you shouldn't expect he will get over his issues that easy. This story is Harry and Severus centered but it's not slash; it's a father/son relationship in every meaning of the word. For the rest? Just read on!

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Chapter 19 : Unexpected Beginnings

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"It would work at first and then it would burn out; you need a wand accustomed to you Harry. Though wandless magic is possible, it can't be used for everything; your wand will be your greatest ally." Severus was considering asking how could a wand burn out when the room seemed to shift on its axis. "Dear me." Merlin muttered. "The spell must be wearing off.

"

"If we need something, if we have any questions…" Severus began to ask before Merlin stopped him.

"I will not be able to help; I will seek you out when the time is nigh for you to learn the second prophecy."

"But if we need something…"

"Trust in Harry Severus and trust in yourself; you will do great." Merlin reassured him as Harry Held tight onto his waist to prevent himself from falling as the room shifted again.

"How can you be so sure?" Severus asked, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"If I have learned one thing and one thing alone in my life that would be to trust my wife." Merlin said smiling. Severus was unconvinced.

"I understand the second prophecy is about Harry, but are you sure it's about me too?"

"If you want to be sure Severus, the second prophecy, among others speaks about the man who is supposed to teach Harry, the man who is supposed to guide him; the father of the son who is not the son, father in heart and soul and everything but blood." Now tell me Severus, who else could that be? I can feel it inside you two, the magical bond between families. Trust yourself and trust Harry, Severus."

And with those words, Severus woke up on the floor of his office, Harry stirring next to him. He stumbled to his feet and gently shook Harry awake. The boy opened his eyes slightly before closing them again with a sigh.

"Dad?" He asked as Severus picked him up.

"It's just me Harry." The potions master offered, still not knowing what the proper way to react to such a statement was.

"I know." The boy answered as Severus headed to the fireplace to take them home. Tomorrow they would have to make a trip to Diagon Alley but for now, Harry should rest and he was coming down with a headache himself. With a last glimpse at a now empty portrait, Severus walked into the green flames, his mind already planning the curriculum Harry would be most interested in

Tomorrow they would have to make a trip to Diagon Alley but for now, Harry should rest and he was coming down with a headache himself. With a last glimpse at a now empty portrait, Severus walked into the green flames, his mind already planning the curriculum Harry would be most interested in.

The next day dawned much like the one before. Severus tried to ignore the first rays of the sun coming from the eastern window in an act of defiance; he might be a professor now but it was August damn it! With a groan, he buried his head underneath his pillow, deciding to sleep for at least an hour more or so. He had seen the most amazing dream last night, involving Merlin, Harry and himself having a conversation about how Harry was the Boy Who Lived in a library he had conjured inside his mind. All that of course, after Merlin had cast a spell on him and Harry from the usually empty portrait in his office. He grunted at his imagination; no wonder he felt like his head had been ran over by a pack of rabid Hippogriffs.

Then again, in his dream Harry had called him Dad, something that in Severus's books was worth all the headaches in the world. Of course, that only solidified the fact that he should sleep more and dream less but…

"Sev, Sev, Sev!" Something small and hyperactive started bouncing on his bed with glee, startling him halfway to a heart attack. "Wake up Sev!" That something -which under close inspection through heavy leaded eyes turned out to be Harry- kept bouncing on the bed coming closer and closer, begging him to wake up.

"By Merlin's beard, Harry!" Severus groaned hiding his head once again under the pillows; he had managed to take a quick peek at the clock on his bed table. It was still twenty past six. "The sun isn't even completely up yet! Have some mercy kid."

"But Merlin said I should get my wand and you promised we'd go today! Come on Sev! You promised!" Merlin had said what? How did Harry know about his dream? Goblins' gold! Severus rose from his bed with a sudden jerk, eyes wide open and hair in complete disarray. So was it true, he wondered as his eyes travelled towards Harry.

"Your wand?" Severus asked trying to ascertain he had heard correctly.

"Yes! You said we could go today? Oh, do you still have a headache? Sorry for bouncing on the bed. Do you want me to bring you some tea?" Harry was speaking rapidly, barely stopping to take a breath, making Severus smile slightly despite himself.

"I did promise did I not?" Severus asked as he rubbed his eyes open. One last check couldn't mind… "And how is your mark today?" He asked half expecting Harry to look at him like he had gone insane.

"Just the same as yesterday! Look!" He stated and pointed at the part of the symbol that was visible over his jeans; it was undeniably there, just as Severus had remembered it from his dream, or more likely, from last afternoon's events.

"Okay fine, we'll go." Severus decided to resign to his fate; so, he had met Merlin last day and he discovered being part of a prophecy along with Harry, who was in truth the one supposed to defeat the Dark Lord for good. Now he was also supposed to train him in secret as the Potters and the rest of the magical community of the country –and the world- believed his brother was the actual Boy Who Lived. And he had agreed on that because?

Because Harry had given him that look he was directing at him once again. Oh, and because, apparently, Merlin thought it was a great idea and so did an ancient prophecy made by non other than Morgana Le Fay, incidentally Merlin's wife. His life had sure gotten more complicated since Harry had appeared. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Come on we'll be late!" The boy exclaimed and jumped off the bed and towards the stairs.

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