Previously on The Sacred Wolf

Ollivander: *smiles* I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave two other feathers, just two. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar. *points to scar* And another their scar. *discreetly glance at Rachel* 

Harry: *inquisitive* And-- who owned that wand?

Ollivander: Oh, we do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It’s not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things-- terrible, yes, but great. *hands his wand to him*

~ A knock is heard on the window when Ollivander taps his nose, meaning he expects great things from her as well. Rachel smiles and nods her head at him. She switched her attention to the window where Hagrid stands outside of it. ~

Hagrid: *beams* Harry! Harry! Happy birthday! *holds up a snowy owl*

Harry: *impressed* Wow.

Currently on The Sacred Wolf

~ Diagon Alley: Supper ~

~ Once Harry got all of his school supplies, they all sat down at a long table, eating soup for dinner. ~

Hagrid: *troubled* You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet.

Rae: *worried* You can trust us, Harry.

Harry: *complexed* He killed my parents, didn’t he? The one who gave me this. *touches his scar* You know, Hagrid and Rachel, I know you do.

Hagrid: *sighs and pushes bowl away* First, and understand this, Harry, ‘cause it’s very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-...

Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?

Hagrid: No, I can’t spell it. All right. His name was Voldemort.

Rae: *angry* Or some of us call him Murderer.

Hagrid: *place a hand on her shoulder* Hush now, child.

Rae: *frowns* Yes, dad.

Harry: *confused* Voldemort?

Hagrid: *nervous* Shh!!

~ Anxious Harry looks around while Hagrid sighs deeply, then looks at Rachel almost as if asking permission. Rachel nods her head quickly, then stares into her soup as Hagrid begins the tale. A flashback of the event goes through Rachel’s head of a cloaked man walking towards a house, breaking in with his wand planning to terrorize the people inside. ~

Hagrid: *deep sigh and grips Rachel’s shoulder* It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort starts to gather some followers and brought ‘em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill ‘em. *grips tighten as Lily’s scream echos through Rachel’s head* Nobody--not one. Except you two. *a baby Harry and Rachel flash*

~ Rachel glances up at Harry, who gazes at her confused. She coughs, clearing her throat. ~

Rae: *coughs* My original adopted father was close friends with your parents. That horrible night I was left with them in the crib with you. *shows her scar* And I have the scar to prove it. 

Harry: *bewildered* So you were there that night? When my parents were killed?

Rae: *frowns* Yes, Harry. I was. I have flashbacks from that night due to a Remember charm that was placed on me. 

Harry: *confused looks to Hagrid* Us? Voldemort tried to kill...us? 

Hagrid: Yes. That ain’t no ordinary cut on your forehead and Rachel’s chest, Harry. A mark like those only comes from being touched by a curse--and an evil curse at that.

Harry: What happened to Vo-...to You-Know-Who?

Hagrid: Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he’s out there, still, too tired to go on. But one thing’s absolutely certain. Something about you two stumped him that night. That’s why you’re famous, Harry. That’s why everybody knows your name. You’re the boy who lived.

Harry: *looks at Rachel* Then why aren’t you famous, Rachel?

Rae: *sighs* Professor Dumbledore thought it would be safer if my last name was changed. My father, the person who found me, was best friends with your parents and he disappeared. So with no family left, they took me in and gave me a new life away from that event. *scared* Harry, you mustn’t tell anyone of this. 

~ Harry nods his head understanding the severity of the situation as they finish their supper. ~

** All credit to the original creator(s) of the pictures of the snowy owl. **