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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 209878; Chapter Total: 6453
Chapter 26: Where does Ti go?
Ti walked nervously to the Sorting Stool. He wondered how his father had managed to make Dumbledore have a resorting. He had thought his father had given up after that day in September, especially when he had not done anything after Draco was injured by that hippogriff.
As he sat down on the Stool, Ti wondered where the Hat would place him. He didn’t think he belonged in Gryffindor anymore as he had run off to his dorm crying as soon as he had gotten back to Gryffindor Tower. He blinked back the tears as he thought of the friends he had made in Gryffindor, knowing he would miss them, especially Rose and Ginny.
When Professor McGonagall placed the Hat on his head, he again heard the voice in his ear that he had talked to last September first.
“Ah, young Tiberius Malfoy, we meet again,” the voice in his ear said, “It seems some people aren’t happy where I placed you. Why do they not listen to me?
“Er, I don’t know, sir,” Ti replied, “It’s my father. He doesn’t like me being in Gryffindor. He wants me in Slytherin, like he was and my brother is now.”
“My, you are a polite one,” it replied, “just like three months ago. No one had ever called me sir until you did. And like I said three months ago, young Tiberius, you are nothing like your father or brother. You have some cunning, but not the ambition to succeed at any cost that they have. You have a good mind though not enough for Ravenclaw. You are loyal to those you consider your friends but not to your family. However, your greatest trait is your courage.”
“Courage?” Ti said, “How can I have courage when I ran crying to my dorm less than an hour ago.”
“Ah, it is to be truly courageous when you face something or someone even when you just want to give up or run away. You are sitting here in spite of the chance you may not be with your friends again, even if some of them had to drag you here. You fought back against your brother and his companions even when they were greater in number. That is why you must stay in…..GRYFFINDOR!”
Ti sighed in relief as his housemates broke into a loud cheer that soon spread to the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The Slytherins were shocked into silence.
Harry and his friends let out their breaths and broke out in cheers with the rest of their house as they heard the Sorting Hat’s pronouncement.
Ti jumped off the Stool and ran back to the Gryffindor table. As he got there, Rose and Ginny leaped from their seats to hug him fiercely. Ti sat happily beside Harry, a huge grin on his face. Harry matched it with one of his own.
“See, Ti?” Harry said, “You had nothing to worry about. Dumbledore knew what he was doing when he let this occur. Now your father can’t do anything anymore about you being in Gryffindor. It’s where you belong.”
They looked together back at the Head Table. Dumbledore smiled at them with a twinkle in his eye. Sirius, Remus and Hagrid had grins wider than the Cheshire cat. McGonagall looked stern except for a slight upturn of the corner of her mouth. Snape just looked bored and unconcerned. The other professors simply looked amused and relieved.
Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, looked furious. He got up from the table and stormed out of the Great Hall, Minister Fudge running after him with a confused and frightened look on his face. The aurors followed him, looking somber.
Dumbledore then stood up, “Well, after that excitement, I believe we could use a good meal.” He clapped his hands and the tables were filled with the usual overflow of food and drink. “Go ahead, tuck in.”
Harry and his friends enjoyed the food, as usual. Ti seemed to have regained his appetite. Just as they were eating dessert, Sirius came up and squeezed in beside Ti.
“So,” Sirius said, a sheepish grin on his face, “I guess there wasn’t anything to worry about, after all.”
Harry grinned, “Well, all of us felt the same.” He turned to Ti, “I hope your father gives up after this.”
At this, Ti suddenly deflated and looked apprehensive.
“What is it?” Harry asked, “What’s wrong now?”
“I just realized that I have to go home for Christmas,” Ti said, “What will happen when I do?”
Harry and Sirius looked at each other. The others also suddenly realized what Ti meant.
Rose said, “You don’t have to go home, Ti. Students are allowed to stay here during the Christmas holidays.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Harry said, “You can just ask Professor Dumbledore. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“I hope so, Harry,” Hermione said, “Usually a student needs his or her parents’ permission to stay here.”
“Well,” Sirius said, “there’s no harm in asking, I think.”
“Yeah,” Harry said, “You can ask him tomorrow, Ti. We’ll go with you.”
“Thanks,” Ti said.
Sirius bid goodbye to them after that, telling Ti not to worry anymore.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
The next day, the New Marauders were all eating breakfast together after a good workout and martial arts practice when a large majestic-looking owl swooped into the Great Hall and dropped a letter with an elaborate seal on Ti’s lap.
Harry, who was seated beside Ti, saw that the younger boy’s hands were shaking as he picked it up.
“What is it, Ti?” Harry asked, “Who is it from? What’s that seal?”
“I-i-it’s the Malfoy family seal,” Ti said, shaking, “It must be from F-f-f-father.”
Ti shakily broke the seal and opened the letter. He read it then, uttering a gasp, dropped it and ran from the Hall.
Harry and his friends were stunned and alarmed. Rose and Ginny immediately ran off after Ti. Harry picked up the letter and read it.
I am deeply disappointed in you. I had hoped the damned Sorting Hat had made a mistake the first time when it placed you in that despicable house and not in noble Slytherin.
Unfortunately, for you that is, I was wrong. It appears you lack the qualities that make a proper Slytherin, and, in essence, a proper Malfoy.
Ever since you were born, I had hoped that I had another son to proudly bear the family name and devote to Salazar Slytherin’s noble cause of blood purity. As you were growing up, I watched your interactions with Draco. I was disappointed when you did not seem to defend yourself in the proper Slytherin manner, instead resorting to physical means like some dirty muggle to fight your brother. I had hoped you would be more cunning in your later years. But it was not to be.
In retrospect, I should not have allowed your mother to change my mind on sending you to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. You would have been forced to develop the proper qualities of a Malfoy to survive or perish. The latter would have been preferable to you betraying your family by allowing yourself to be in Gryffindor.
In addition to being in that despicable house, you have the temerity to associate with the Potter brats and other blood traitors. That is the last straw.
As head of the Malfoy family, I hereby disown you. As of this moment, I only have one son and heir. As such, you need not return to Malfoy Manor for Christmas or the summer holidays. Whatever possessions you have at the Manor will be sent to Hogwarts. Never ever darken our lives again.
Harry felt a hot rage go through him, doubling within seconds as he felt Ginny’s own rage. He flung the letter down. He was barely aware of it being picked up by Hermione.
That freaking bloody bastard!
“Language, Harry!” He heard in his head.
“Not now, Ginny. Where’s Ti”
“We’re at the Quidditch pitch.”
Harry heard Hermione gasp as she reached the end of the letter. He was already at the door of the Great Hall.
In less than a minute, he was at the Pitch. Ti was sitting on the ground, his legs drawn to his chest and his arms clutching them. Ginny and Rose were sitting beside him, unsure what to do.
Harry dropped to his knees beside Ti and hesitantly placed a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked. Stupid!He thought, Of course, he isn’t okay. How would you feel if your family disowned you.
Ti didn’t answer. He started to rock back and forth.
Harry heard footsteps behind them and looked over his shoulder. He saw Hermione and the others come running up, worry and anger on their faces.
Rose moved to kneel in front of Ti and placed her hands on his shoulder. “Ti, come on. Don’t dwell on this. It’s going to be all right.”
He looked angrily up at her. “How can you say that? I’ve been disowned by my family! I’m no longer a Malfoy. I’m no one.” He then hugged his knees and started to cry.
The others looked at each other, unsure what to say.
Finally, Rose moved forward and wrapped her arms around Ti. Ginny moved to hug them both. Harry placed a hand on Ti’s shoulder and squeezed gently.
“You are someone, Ti,” Rose said, “You’re our friend.”
“That’s right, TI,” Harry said, “You are our friend and a fellow Marauder.” The others joined in with a chorus of ‘Yeah’, ‘that’s right’ and ‘you’re one of us’.
Ti pulled back from Rose and wiped his eyes. “Th-thanks, guys,” he said, “I’m glad.”
“You okay now, Ti?” Rose asked.
“Um, not really,” he answered, “But I guess I will be.”
Rose nodded and she, Ginny and Harry helped him up.
“I guess I will be staying here at Hogworts for Christmas after all,” Ti said sadly.
“Well, you won’t be staying here alone,” Harry said, “I’ll ask Dad and Mum to let me stay here with you. I’m sure Rose will, too.” Rose smiled at him, showing she agreed with him.
“Hey,” Ginny said, “If you two are staying, so am I.” The look she gave Harry told him that keeping Ti company wasn’t the only reason she was staying. She then looked at Ron.
Ron sighed, “Oh, all right. I’m staying too if Mum will let us.”
Ginny and Rose looked at the others.
“Hey, so will we,” the twins said together.
“Um, sorry, guys,” Hermione said, looking embarrassed, “I promised my parents already that I’d be home for Christmas. But I’ll try to come back early.”
“Me, too, guys,” Neville said, “I have to be home for Christmas. Maggie will kill me if I’m not. I’ll try to be back before New Year’s.”
“Maggie?” Ti asked, “Who’s she? Do you have a girlfriend already, Neville?”
Neville’s cheeks turned pink and he sputtered, trying to answer.
Rose and Ginny laughed and Harry and the others grinned. Ti looked in confusion at them.
“No, Ti,” Harry said, smiling, “Maggie’s Neville’s sister. Neville doesn’t have a girlfriend yet,” Harry grinned as he added, “Unless he’s been keeping it from us.” Who said Ti didn’t have anything Slytherin in him.
Neville’s face turned as red as the Weasleys’ hair.
“Yeah, Ti, cute little girl,” Fred said.
“Who’ll be here next year,” George said.
“Though you may meet her,” Fred said.
“Even before then,” George finished up.
“All right you two,” Hermione said, “That’s enough teasing.”
They moved out of the Quidditch Pitch and walked back to the castle.
When they reached the Entrance Hall, Ti thanked them all for being willing to stay for him.
“Now, I wish I knew where to stay once summer starts,” he said sadly.
“Are you daft, Ti?” Harry asked, “I know of someone who’d be willing to put you up during the summers.”
“Who would that be, Harry?” Ti asked, his face showing his skepticism.
“You’re joking, right?” Harry asked, one eyebrow raised. “You don’t know anyone who was delighted to meet you and spend time with you during Hogsmeade weekends?”
“Of course, Harry!” Rose said, “Who else but Sirius.”
Ti’s eyes lighted up with hope, “You think he would?”
“Of course, Ti,” Harry said, “All we have to do is ask. Maybe he can spend Christmas with us here at Hogwarts. Come on, we have to talk to Dumbledore.”
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