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| As dusk casts its bright red glow among the horizon, a young boy with a mop of unruly, black hair stares out towards the sunset. Harry swang back and forth on the wooden swing, the rusty chains creaking against the handle in disapproval as he stared out into space, lost in thought. Why? Harry would ask himself over and over again. Why? Why did he have to die? Why did he leave me? Why was I so stupid? I should have used the mirror. Hermione was right. I was wrong… |
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Hermione is always right. It's just... Hermione.
Looking towards the sunset, the shapes of buildings providing a frame, he thought, unknowingly sliding his hand through his already ruffled hair. Looking into the sky, the scrawny boy reflected on the happenings of the past year.
First; A swarm of hooded figures approaching him. A sharp pain in his head. He touched it, absent-mindedly. A stag, errupting from his wand. Chasing the hooded figures away. Turning, seeing a plump boy, cowering on the ground, the figure bending low over the boy. The stag chased down the figure, and the scrawny boy buckles under the pressure exerted. He was helping his cousin home, with a batty old woman along beside him, barking out words; "Don't put it away."
Looking towards the sunset, the shapes of buildings providing a frame, he thought, unknowingly sliding his hand through his already ruffled hair. Looking into the sky, the scrawny boy reflected on the happenings of the past year.
First; A swarm of hooded figures approaching him. A sharp pain in his head. He touched it, absent-mindedly. A stag, errupting from his wand. Chasing the hooded figures away. Turning, seeing a plump boy, cowering on the ground, the figure bending low over the boy. The stag chased down the figure, and the scrawny boy buckles under the pressure exerted. He was helping his cousin home, with a batty old woman along beside him, barking out words; "Don't put it away."
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He was helping his cousin home, with a batty old woman along beside him, barking out words; "Don't put it away."
The events to follow that day with the dementors were not particularly pleasing. He had received an incredible scare from the Ministry about his use of magic against the dementors, forcing him to take part in a trial with some of the most biased judges he'd ever met. Harry also felt that he was forgotten by those who he felt cared for him. He was the last to find out about number twelve, Grimmauld Place, last to learn about Order of the Phoenix, and last to filled in about Voldemort's new actions. After everything he had been through with the Dark Lord, Harry felt being the last person to be filled in on the whole situation was an insult of some sort. After everything he's been through, he should have been the first to know instead of being kept in the dark.
Harry sighed to himself as he thought about the way he treated his friends last year. He felt disgusted with himself. He did have a right to be angry, but he had no right to take it out on Hermione, Ron, or anyone else. The thought of him making Hermione cry, flashed through his mind, and he felt his stomach tie itself into a knot. He hated it when she cried, but most importantly, he hated himself for causing her to do so.
Harry slowed the motion of the swing by dragging his feet onto the ground, and stood from the wooden seat once he came to a halt. He slowly pushed his hands into his pockets and continued to gaze into the sunset, absorbing the brilliant colors that filled the horizon. It was one of the prettiest things he'd seen in a long time.
He walked along Magnolia Cresent as he saw the garage where he first saw Sirius, he felt a familiar burning feeling coming the corner of his eyes. He kept walking, he was feeling weaker by the second, he just wanted to break down right there and cry. He had never cried ever since that day after he died.
He couldn't hold it any longer, he let the tears fall from his eyes as he arrived at 4 Privet Drive and he sat on the garden bench, wiped his tears away. He just sat there, Sirius dying flashing through his mind.
He heard soft footsteps coming toward him and he heard the voice, "You are a wimp. Still crying over your stupid dead godfather aren't you?" He looked up and he narrowed his eyes at Dudley.
He hastily brushed his hand across his eyes. Trying to avidly shield them from Dudley's penetrating stare.
"And you would know what it takes to be a pansy, Don't you Dudley?" Harry gruffly retorted.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Dudley clench his hands tightly over the folds of his shirt. ''At least I'm not here wallowing here on my own trying to hide away my tears, like a weak fool."
Harry sneered at him in a semblance of Snape's. He started chuckling, his laugh resounding in the desolate playground. Why he was doing this he did not know.
"Yes, and you are so brave and noble, that you beat up ten year olds just so you can raise your ego a notch?" Dudley strode over to him and hissed.
"I can do the same to you."
Harry gazed at him in an unflinching manner. His fingers lightly traced the outline of his wand that was tucked in the waistband of his faded jeans.
"Would you dare so, Dudley?"
"Yeah. Come on, I'll take you on!"
"Take me on huh? I'd like to see that." Harry said, still smiling for the unknown reason.
"Come on then." Dudley said taking up his Boxing stance.
"OK." Harry said pulling out his wand and twirling it idly in his fingers.
"No." Dudley said looking suddenly scared of his cousin "You can't use that. It's not fair."
"What in life is fair? Was my parents being murdered fair? Was my Godfather being wrongly imprisoned fair? Was my Godfather getting killed because of me fair? Was my best friend almost getting killed because of me fair? NOTHING'S EVER FAIR!!!" Harry exploded, finally letting out all of his pent up anger and frustration.
"Nothing is fair! Nothing! And when you finally decide to accept that the better! Life's a b***h. GET OVER IT!"
His chest heaved heavily as his last exclamation echoed over the silent atmosphere. His fingers grasped his wand tightly. He absently tapped his wand against his palm.
His gaze caught up with the blood red sunset. His mind admired the beautiful yet morbid scene.
"Do you feel lucky, Dudley?"
His cousin broke of his stare with the object in his hand. Quickly he stammered," What- what are you going on about freak?"
"You don't realize how lucky you are Dudley," Harry whispered from about a meter away from him." You have everything I crave for, and yet you don't realize it."
"What," Dudley asked him in a confused tone," money?"
Harry gave a loud barking laugh.
"If you do not realize it yet. Then you don't deserve it."
Leaving his cousin to ponder his words. Harry hopped over the rusty fence and walked down the lonely street. Pondering once again his hopeful wishes and his misfortunes.
'Stupid git.' thought Harry as he put his wand back in the waistband of his jeans. 'He's even more stupid than I thought.'
Then just as he thought this he heard his name, "Harry! Wait!" He turned around and Dudley was looking at him, seriously,
"What do you want? To give me more advice on my miserable life?" Dudley shook his head,
"No, I just thinking about what you said, it's pretty hard isn't it?" Harry looked at Dudley and said,
"What do mean by, it's pretty hard isn't it? "
"I mean about you living your life with no family who loves you as your parents probably did, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." said Dudley looking at Harry.
"Why are you apologizing now?" asked Harry.
"Because no else is going to." said Dudley. Harry looked shocked, is this the
Dudley that used to punch me all the time? I guess he does need to apologize, it's just so weird hearing that from Dudley. But he's right no one's going to.
"Thanks Dudley." said Harry as they both he heard Aunt Petunia, "Time to come home Dudley!"
Dudley rolled his eyes as Harry smiled slightly. They both walked back to Privet Drive, feeling truce coming over both of them.
Before they entered the house, Dudley put his porky hand out and said, "Truce?" Harry nodded and said, "Truce." They shook hands as the door opened and Harry gasped, in the doorway stood a tall figure with a black slacks and a white dress shirt. The back of the figure was facing him, and yet...
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He hastily brushed his hand across his eyes. Trying to avidly shield them from Dudley's penetrating stare.
"And you would know what it takes to be a pansy, Don't you Dudley?" Harry gruffly retorted.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Dudley clench his hands tightly over the folds of his shirt. ''At least I'm not here wallowing here on my own trying to hide away my tears, like a weak fool."
Harry sneered at him in a semblance of Snape's. He started chuckling, his laugh resounding in the desolate playground. Why he was doing this he did not know.
"Yes, and you are so brave and noble, that you beat up ten year olds just so you can raise your ego a notch?" Dudley strode over to him and hissed.
"I can do the same to you."
Harry gazed at him in an unflinching manner. His fingers lightly traced the outline of his wand that was tucked in the waistband of his faded jeans.
"Would you dare so, Dudley?"
"And you would know what it takes to be a pansy, Don't you Dudley?" Harry gruffly retorted.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Dudley clench his hands tightly over the folds of his shirt. ''At least I'm not here wallowing here on my own trying to hide away my tears, like a weak fool."
Harry sneered at him in a semblance of Snape's. He started chuckling, his laugh resounding in the desolate playground. Why he was doing this he did not know.
"Yes, and you are so brave and noble, that you beat up ten year olds just so you can raise your ego a notch?" Dudley strode over to him and hissed.
"I can do the same to you."
Harry gazed at him in an unflinching manner. His fingers lightly traced the outline of his wand that was tucked in the waistband of his faded jeans.
"Would you dare so, Dudley?"
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They shook hands as the door opened and Harry gasped it was...
Some tall figure with a black slacks and a white dress shirt. The back of the figure was facing him, and yet...
Harry shook his head wildly.' No it couldn't be him', he thought to himself,' he is gone. gone.' Somehow he did not want to accept that. He never wanted to accept the fact that he was gone and will never come back.
"Harry! Don't be rude boy!" His Aunt's shrieking brought him back to the scene. Aunt Petunia had her hands on her hips and with great disdain etched upon her face she waved her hand at the figure. The one that brought those horrid memories to surface his mind.
"This is Xander," His Aunt curtly pointed at the man that turned." He is here to talk to you.'
The figure turned and Harry carefully examined the man. He looked nothing like the one that was first brought to his mind. Perhaps his dreams were getting to him, making him see Sirius every where.
"I'll leave you two alone." His Aunt then grasped Dudley by the shoulder and quickly marched out of the room. As soon as they were gone, 'Xander' lowered his glasses and whispered.
"Wotcher, Harry!"
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Some tall figure with a black slacks and a white dress shirt. The back of the figure was facing him, and yet...
Harry shook his head wildly.' No it couldn't be him', he thought to himself,' he is gone. gone.' Somehow he did not want to accept that. He never wanted to accept the fact that he was gone and will never come back.
"Harry! Don't be rude boy!" His Aunt's shrieking brought him back to the scene. Aunt Petunia had her hands on her hips and with great disdain etched upon her face she waved her hand at the figure. The one that brought those horrid memories to surface his mind.
"This is Xander," His Aunt curtly pointed at the man that turned." He is here to talk to you.'
The figure turned and Harry carefully examined the man. He looked nothing like the one that was first brought to his mind. Perhaps his dreams were getting to him, making him see Sirius every where.
"I'll leave you two alone." His Aunt then grasped Dudley by the shoulder and quickly marched out of the room. As soon as they were gone, 'Xander' lowered his glasses and whispered.
"Wotcher, Harry!"
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"Wotcher, Harry!"
"Tonks? Is that you?" Harry whispered back, his eyes growing slightly wide.
"Yes," she replied quietly as she gave him a bright grin. "Long time no see. How are you doing?"
"I've been better...but...what are you doing here? Why the disguise?"
"C'mon silly...what do you mean 'why the disguise'? Can't have anyone following me around, now can we," she smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. "With this disguise, no one will ever know that it's me."
It was a truly amusing sight, Harry had to admit. Never before had he ever seen Tonks in such a disguise. Tonks was a Metamorphmagus, a person who posessed the ability to change his or her appearance at will. She had been a recent addition to the Order of the Phoenix and to Harry's relief, had a very ecentric sense of humor.
"It sure fooled me," Harry said as he gave her an approved nod. "So...what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to check up on you...you know, see how you were doing. But also...I was asked to deliver this to you," she answered, her once cheerful tone dropped significantly as she reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope.
"What is it?" Harry asked, somewhat worried by Tonks' sudden depression.
She didn't bother answering him. She lowered her head to avoid his eyes and simply held the letter out to him. Harry released a nervous sigh as he took the letter from her an examined it. His name was printed on the front and the seal that held it closed had the insignia of Gringott's Wizarding Bank.
Harry shuttered as he broke the seal and opened the envelope, slowly looking inside to find a folded parchment. He knew what it was. He knew why he received it. But he didn't want it. It meant that all hope had been lost. It meant that he was truly gone.
"They made a mistake," Harry hissed as his hands started to crinkle the envelope and parchment. "They don't know anything...they don't know."
"They do know, Harry," Tonks replied sympathetically as she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "Gringotts always knows...I don't think they've ever been wrong."
"This time they're wrong!" Harry retorted, his voice rising with each word. "They have to be wrong...they have to be."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Tonks sighed as she took her hand off his shoulder and gave him a saddened look. "I'm oh so very sorry."
Harry felt his tears return to him as he hesitantly pulled out the parchment from the envelope and unfolded it. He shut his eyes tight before reading the first word, allowing a few tears to escape as he took several slow and deep breaths.
"You have to read it," Tonks whispered. "You can't hide from this."
Harry took in one last breath and upon exhaling, he opened his eyes and focused on the first line of the parchment.
"Dear Harry James Potter....
"Tonks? Is that you?" Harry whispered back, his eyes growing slightly wide.
"Yes," she replied quietly as she gave him a bright grin. "Long time no see. How are you doing?"
"I've been better...but...what are you doing here? Why the disguise?"
"C'mon silly...what do you mean 'why the disguise'? Can't have anyone following me around, now can we," she smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. "With this disguise, no one will ever know that it's me."
It was a truly amusing sight, Harry had to admit. Never before had he ever seen Tonks in such a disguise. Tonks was a Metamorphmagus, a person who posessed the ability to change his or her appearance at will. She had been a recent addition to the Order of the Phoenix and to Harry's relief, had a very ecentric sense of humor.
"It sure fooled me," Harry said as he gave her an approved nod. "So...what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to check up on you...you know, see how you were doing. But also...I was asked to deliver this to you," she answered, her once cheerful tone dropped significantly as she reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope.
"What is it?" Harry asked, somewhat worried by Tonks' sudden depression.
She didn't bother answering him. She lowered her head to avoid his eyes and simply held the letter out to him. Harry released a nervous sigh as he took the letter from her an examined it. His name was printed on the front and the seal that held it closed had the insignia of Gringott's Wizarding Bank.
Harry shuttered as he broke the seal and opened the envelope, slowly looking inside to find a folded parchment. He knew what it was. He knew why he received it. But he didn't want it. It meant that all hope had been lost. It meant that he was truly gone.
"They made a mistake," Harry hissed as his hands started to crinkle the envelope and parchment. "They don't know anything...they don't know."
"They do know, Harry," Tonks replied sympathetically as she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "Gringotts always knows...I don't think they've ever been wrong."
"This time they're wrong!" Harry retorted, his voice rising with each word. "They have to be wrong...they have to be."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Tonks sighed as she took her hand off his shoulder and gave him a saddened look. "I'm oh so very sorry."
Harry felt his tears return to him as he hesitantly pulled out the parchment from the envelope and unfolded it. He shut his eyes tight before reading the first word, allowing a few tears to escape as he took several slow and deep breaths.
"You have to read it," Tonks whispered. "You can't hide from this."
Harry took in one last breath and upon exhaling, he opened his eyes and focused on the first line of the parchment.
"Dear Harry James Potter....
"Dear Harry James Potter....
As you probaly don't know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your volt. Have a wonderful day,
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
As you probaly don't know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your volt. Have a wonderful day,
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
Dear Harry James Potter
As you probably don’t know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your vault.
Have a wonderful day,
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
Harry released a gentle sigh after reading the letter. It hadn't been what he was expecting and he was somewhat relieved. He believed the letter to be Sirius' will. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to read it without losing absolute control of his emotions.
"Have a wonderful day," he said out loud to himself as he refolded the parchment and placed it back into the envelope, somewhat taken aback by Gringotts’ lack of true sympathy. "Have a nice day, my foot."
"Not the friendliest bunch, are they?" Tonks finally spoke, causing him to look up and into her eyes. Despite the fact that her out appearance had changed, her eyes were still the same, full of energy and undoubted youth.
“Not at all,” he replied shaking his head slowly.
“Sirius did leave a will for you,” she said softly, watching his eyes harden. “I wanted to bring it with me for you…but it was made in a very unusual way and can’t be moved out of the headquarters.”
Harry gave her a confused look and she knew that she did a poor job in explaining the situation. “Just don’t worry about it for now, Harry. I just wanted to let you know that a will does exist and I know that Sirius really wanted you to hear it.”
“Hear it?”
“Oh…I mean…don’t worry about it. You’ll see it eventually. I’m sorry but, I must be on my way,” she said as she quickly retrieved her large dark trench coat from the Dursleys’ coat closet. “I need to get back to headquarters. There is going to be a big meeting tonight.”
“Oh okay. Er…Can I go with you?” Harry asked, anxious to know what Dumbledore and Order were going to plan. “I want to help out with the Order.”
“I know you want to help…but you’re not allowed to leave Privet Drive,” she replied with a frown. “Well…not yet anyways.”
“When will I be able to leave?”
She gave him a bright grin as she walked towards the front door of the Dursley home. “Just say that you’ll be celebrating your birthday with us…but until then, you need to sit tight and stay out of trouble. Don’t go wondering around like you did today. It’s not safe.”
“I won’t,” Harry replied halfheartedly.
“Okay then. I will see you later,” she said as she walked out of the house, accidentally stumbling on the ‘Welcome’ rug. “Bloody thing…came out of no where!”
Harry released a soft snicker as he watched Tonks walk into the front yard and disappear with a cloud of smoke. He raised his arms over his head and stretched his back, thrilled at the idea of spending his birthday with the Order. However, his heart sank a bit when he realized that his birthday wasn't going to be for another three weeks.
Harry walked towards the stairs and began to climb them when he heard the telephone ring. As usual, he ignored it and continued to make his way up the stairs until he heard Dudley call for him.
“It’s for you, Harry!” he shouted from the kitchen.
“For me?” Harry said to himself as he hurriedly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Dursleys were currently getting ready for dinner.
“It’s a girl…Harmony, I think she said her name was,” Dudley said as he handed the receiver to Harry, puzzling his parents with his sudden kindness towards his oddball cousin.
“Harmony?” Harry asked with a confused look as he took the receiver and placed it against his ear. “Er…this is Harry.”
“Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.
“Hermione?”
"Dear Harry James Potter....
As you probaly dont know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your volt. Have a wonderful day,
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
Harry tried to stop his tears from falling, but he couldn't believe it, Sirius...who was a great companion, friend, and almost a father to him...he can't help thinking...Sirius is really....gone from them forever...
'Why? Why does this always...happen to me..?' Harry thought croakily to himself, as Tonks waited for him to finish reading the letter he was holding. Tonks thought that he was still reading, that's why she lean her back on the wall for a moment. 'I...I really should have belived Hermione back then...' Harry then thought, This is all my fault, thought Harry as more tears wetted the letter he was holding in his hand, 'I'm really a FOOL and a reckless person...' he can't take it anymore, he thought that if his Mum didn't bear him, maybe his parents wouldn't die at all, maybe if he was not born in this world anyway then Sirius wouldn't be convicted of such murder and if he wasn't that popular he wouldn't have had his name in the Goblet of Fire then...
"Harry, are you alright?" Tonks asked worriedly, looking at his face with concern.
As you probaly dont know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your volt. Have a wonderful day,
Gringott's Wizarding Bank
Harry tried to stop his tears from falling, but he couldn't believe it, Sirius...who was a great companion, friend, and almost a father to him...he can't help thinking...Sirius is really....gone from them forever...
'Why? Why does this always...happen to me..?' Harry thought croakily to himself, as Tonks waited for him to finish reading the letter he was holding. Tonks thought that he was still reading, that's why she lean her back on the wall for a moment. 'I...I really should have belived Hermione back then...' Harry then thought, This is all my fault, thought Harry as more tears wetted the letter he was holding in his hand, 'I'm really a FOOL and a reckless person...' he can't take it anymore, he thought that if his Mum didn't bear him, maybe his parents wouldn't die at all, maybe if he was not born in this world anyway then Sirius wouldn't be convicted of such murder and if he wasn't that popular he wouldn't have had his name in the Goblet of Fire then...
"Harry, are you alright?" Tonks asked worriedly, looking at his face with concern.
"Harry, are you alright?" Tonks asked worriedly, looking at his face with concern.
"Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry replied quickly as he refolded the refolded the parchment and placed it back into the envelope. "So…he’s really gone. Sirius is really gone."
“I’m really sorry, Harry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”
“It’s not your fault,” Harry replied as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. It’s my fault…it has always been my fault!
“Sirius did leave a will for you,” she said softly, watching his eyes harden again as they did when he read the letter from Gringotts. “I wanted to bring it with me for you…but it was made in a very unusual way and can’t be moved out of the headquarters.”
Harry gave her a confused look and she knew that she did a poor job in explaining the situation. “Just don’t worry about it for now, Harry. I just wanted to let you know that a will does exist and I know that Sirius really wanted you to hear it.”
“Hear it?”
“Oh…I mean…don’t worry about it. You’ll see it eventually. I’m sorry but, I must be on my way,” she said as she quickly retrieved her large dark trench coat from the Dursleys’ coat closet. “I need to get back to headquarters. There is going to be a big meeting tonight.”
“Oh okay. Er…Can I go with you?” Harry asked, anxious to know what Dumbledore and Order were going to plan. He also hoped that by helping the Order, he could redeam himself for causing the death of his godfather. “I want to help out with the Order...no, I need to help the Order.”
“I know you want to help…but you’re not allowed to leave Privet Drive,” she replied with a frown. “Well…not yet anyways.”
“When will I be able to leave?”
She gave him a bright grin as she walked towards the front door of the Dursley home. “Just say that you’ll be celebrating your birthday with us…but until then, you need to sit tight and stay out of trouble. Don’t go wondering around like you did today. It’s not safe.”
“I won’t,” Harry replied halfheartedly.
“Okay then. I will see you later,” she said as she walked out of the house, accidentally stumbling on the ‘Welcome’ rug. “Bloody thing…came out of no where!”
Harry released a soft grin as he watched Tonks walk into the front yard and disappear with a cloud of smoke. He placed the envelop into his back pocket and crossed his arms, his mind circling around everything that had just taken place. He was somewhat thrilled about the idea of spending his birthday with the Order, but felt sick for feeling any form of happiness after what he had done to Sirius. Whichever the case maybe, his birthday wasn't going to be for another three weeks, and he knew it would take a miracle to survive at Privet Drive without any of his close friends.
Harry walked towards the stairs and began to climb them when he heard the telephone ring. As usual, he ignored it and continued to make his way up the stairs until he heard Dudley call for him.
“It’s for you, Harry!” he shouted from the kitchen.
“For me?” Harry said to himself as he hurriedly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Dursleys were currently getting ready for dinner.
“It’s a girl…Harmony, I think she said her name was,” Dudley said as he handed the receiver to Harry, puzzling his parents with his sudden kindness towards his oddball cousin.
“Harmony?” Harry asked with a confused look as he took the receiver and placed it against his ear. “Er…this is Harry.”
“Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.
“Hermione?”
"Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry replied quickly as he refolded the refolded the parchment and placed it back into the envelope. "So…he’s really gone. Sirius is really gone."
“I’m really sorry, Harry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”
“It’s not your fault,” Harry replied as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. It’s my fault…it has always been my fault!
“Sirius did leave a will for you,” she said softly, watching his eyes harden again as they did when he read the letter from Gringotts. “I wanted to bring it with me for you…but it was made in a very unusual way and can’t be moved out of the headquarters.”
Harry gave her a confused look and she knew that she did a poor job in explaining the situation. “Just don’t worry about it for now, Harry. I just wanted to let you know that a will does exist and I know that Sirius really wanted you to hear it.”
“Hear it?”
“Oh…I mean…don’t worry about it. You’ll see it eventually. I’m sorry but, I must be on my way,” she said as she quickly retrieved her large dark trench coat from the Dursleys’ coat closet. “I need to get back to headquarters. There is going to be a big meeting tonight.”
“Oh okay. Er…Can I go with you?” Harry asked, anxious to know what Dumbledore and Order were going to plan. He also hoped that by helping the Order, he could redeam himself for causing the death of his godfather. “I want to help out with the Order...no, I need to help the Order.”
“I know you want to help…but you’re not allowed to leave Privet Drive,” she replied with a frown. “Well…not yet anyways.”
“When will I be able to leave?”
She gave him a bright grin as she walked towards the front door of the Dursley home. “Just say that you’ll be celebrating your birthday with us…but until then, you need to sit tight and stay out of trouble. Don’t go wondering around like you did today. It’s not safe.”
“I won’t,” Harry replied halfheartedly.
“Okay then. I will see you later,” she said as she walked out of the house, accidentally stumbling on the ‘Welcome’ rug. “Bloody thing…came out of no where!”
Harry released a soft grin as he watched Tonks walk into the front yard and disappear with a cloud of smoke. He placed the envelop into his back pocket and crossed his arms, his mind circling around everything that had just taken place. He was somewhat thrilled about the idea of spending his birthday with the Order, but felt sick for feeling any form of happiness after what he had done to Sirius. Whichever the case maybe, his birthday wasn't going to be for another three weeks, and he knew it would take a miracle to survive at Privet Drive without any of his close friends.
Harry walked towards the stairs and began to climb them when he heard the telephone ring. As usual, he ignored it and continued to make his way up the stairs until he heard Dudley call for him.
“It’s for you, Harry!” he shouted from the kitchen.
“For me?” Harry said to himself as he hurriedly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Dursleys were currently getting ready for dinner.
“It’s a girl…Harmony, I think she said her name was,” Dudley said as he handed the receiver to Harry, puzzling his parents with his sudden kindness towards his oddball cousin.
“Harmony?” Harry asked with a confused look as he took the receiver and placed it against his ear. “Er…this is Harry.”
“Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.
“Hermione?”
Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.
“Hermione?”
"Hi, Harry," said the voice of his best friend.
"Hermione, why did you call?" Harry asked, puzzled, "Nothing bad's happened, has it?" He heard a laugh on the other end.
"No, Harry, nothing bad has happened," she said, "is it really that hard to believe I just wanted to talk to you?"
Harry felt himself blushing and was very thankful that Hermione couldn't see him. "Er...right," said Harry awkwardly, "what do you want to talk about?"
He could almost see Hermione's smile as she answered, "I can see that you're not used to phone conversations."
"Hey, I haven't really ever had one," Harry replied defensively.
"Harry, we can just talk about the same things we do by owl post," she said.
"Well then, how have your holidays been so far?"
"Fine," Hermione said, "although I've had to have Madam Pomfrey send me those ten potions for me to take. I thought I was fine and came back home without them...but on the second day of the summer I started getting that sharp chest pain again, so I had to write to her for those potions."
Harry picked up a piece of paper and crumpled it angrily. This too had been his fault. If he hadn't stupidly run off to the Department of Mysteries, not only would Sirius not have died, Hermione wouldn't have been afflicted with the common chest pain she had acquired since Antonin Dolohov had hit her with a spell deep in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic.
"Are you all right, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"I'm fine," sighed Harry, "I just wish I'd listened to you last year."
"Harry," said Hermione firmly, "even I thought that the best course of action was to go to the Department of Mysteries when Kreacher said Sirius wasn't there. Remember, I told you you that last year? If we checked and he wasn't there, that I'd do whatever it took to get him back? I knew that something might have been wrong, but when Kreacher told us that Sirius wasn't there, I was behind you completely."
Harry nodded, but then realized Hermione couldn't see him so he said, "Yeah, I guess. I o-only wish he was still here."
"Harry, he lives on in you. I'm sure he's watching from somewhere and is very proud of the man you've become."
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Anyway, you know what's kind of weird is that Dudley's been acting nice to me all of a sudden," Harry said, deciding to change the subject.
He could feel Hermione shrugging, "Maybe he realized that he wouldn't want someone that close to him to die either and so he empathized with you. Besides, he does owe you his life."
"I guess you're right. I can't say that this isn't a good thing."
"Oh, Harry, I've got to go. I'll call you later. Bye!"
"Good-bye, Hermione," he whispered.
He hung up the phone and walked away, feeling more than slightly better.
“Hermione?”
"Hi, Harry," said the voice of his best friend.
"Hermione, why did you call?" Harry asked, puzzled, "Nothing bad's happened, has it?" He heard a laugh on the other end.
"No, Harry, nothing bad has happened," she said, "is it really that hard to believe I just wanted to talk to you?"
Harry felt himself blushing and was very thankful that Hermione couldn't see him. "Er...right," said Harry awkwardly, "what do you want to talk about?"
He could almost see Hermione's smile as she answered, "I can see that you're not used to phone conversations."
"Hey, I haven't really ever had one," Harry replied defensively.
"Harry, we can just talk about the same things we do by owl post," she said.
"Well then, how have your holidays been so far?"
"Fine," Hermione said, "although I've had to have Madam Pomfrey send me those ten potions for me to take. I thought I was fine and came back home without them...but on the second day of the summer I started getting that sharp chest pain again, so I had to write to her for those potions."
Harry picked up a piece of paper and crumpled it angrily. This too had been his fault. If he hadn't stupidly run off to the Department of Mysteries, not only would Sirius not have died, Hermione wouldn't have been afflicted with the common chest pain she had acquired since Antonin Dolohov had hit her with a spell deep in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic.
"Are you all right, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"I'm fine," sighed Harry, "I just wish I'd listened to you last year."
"Harry," said Hermione firmly, "even I thought that the best course of action was to go to the Department of Mysteries when Kreacher said Sirius wasn't there. Remember, I told you you that last year? If we checked and he wasn't there, that I'd do whatever it took to get him back? I knew that something might have been wrong, but when Kreacher told us that Sirius wasn't there, I was behind you completely."
Harry nodded, but then realized Hermione couldn't see him so he said, "Yeah, I guess. I o-only wish he was still here."
"Harry, he lives on in you. I'm sure he's watching from somewhere and is very proud of the man you've become."
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Anyway, you know what's kind of weird is that Dudley's been acting nice to me all of a sudden," Harry said, deciding to change the subject.
He could feel Hermione shrugging, "Maybe he realized that he wouldn't want someone that close to him to die either and so he empathized with you. Besides, he does owe you his life."
"I guess you're right. I can't say that this isn't a good thing."
"Oh, Harry, I've got to go. I'll call you later. Bye!"
"Good-bye, Hermione," he whispered.
He hung up the phone and walked away, feeling more than slightly better.
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Have to say this before I shout it.
Wotcha!
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| QUOTE He hung up the phone and walked away, feeling more than slightly better.Retreating from the lounge, he walked up the stairs, leaving behind his uncle's calling of; "Don't use up our phone line again." As he got to the creaky landing, he crossed it, barely making a sound because of his size. He could easily cross, unknown to his relatives. As he was opening his bedroom door, a sharp pain came at the back of his head. He slithered down, turning, and leaving a thin trail of blood stain the white door.Collapsing in a heap, he just managed to see his attacker, before he fell unconscious. My attempt to merge this two post: He saw Kreacher 'but what was he doing in privet?' he asked himself. Harry blacked out but he mysteriously found himself by the foot of the stairs again. With numerable thoughts rumbling in his head. connected to my original post: Harry found himself drawn back to his room. 'I really miss my friends and I really miss you Sirus,' he sighed. Hedwig swooped inside his room through his open window. She dropped a small box on Harry's bed and stood by her cage. "What's this you got for me Hedwig?" he asked as he took the box from his bed. The Snowy Owl held out her leg with a note tied around it. Harry took the letter and went on reading it: ------------------------------------------------------------------ Dear Mr. Potter, You should have had this years ago but I feared it wasn't the right time. You'll know when to use it when the right time comes. Your mother gave this to your father. ------------------------------------------------------------------- There was no name as to who sent it but he had an idea whom it was from. He opened the box and inside was a ring. It had an emarald stone placed on a golden bond. He stared at it for a while and somehow he felt better. He put the ring on and it was a perfect fit. "I wonder if anything would be the same if I still have my parents with me?" he said to himself. He looked at the ring on his finger. He thought he saw it glow for a second. 'I'm seeing things. I think I should go and eat dinner,' he told himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the table his aunt Petunia was curiously looking at the ring on his finger. "Where did you get that, Harry?" she asked. |
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”I just got it!” Harry shouted behind her, trying to lessen the trouble he'd get into.
The trouble he had found himself in had been immense. His aunt and uncle had refused to let him eat, and his cousin had burst into his room at the worst times, before running off telling his uncle he was writing letters. Dudley looked very smug indeed when he had the pleasure of telling Harry his girlfriend had called, and that she had been shouted at by uncle Vernon.
Absent-mindedly, Harry clenched his fist, but he was still no match for Dudley. That night, at around eight, the news came on. Harry had been allowed to watch the news recently, but this time, all he heard was Dudley's scoffing on sweets, Petunia's horrible singing, and Vernon Dursley's plodding footsteps along the landing.
His uncle had thrown Hedwig's cage out of the window, after she had been making a racket, and locked his wand in a draw. Harry smirked to himself; he had caused this much uproar with just wearing a ring. Hedwig hadn't been though, she continued to make a racket as ten o'clock rolled around.
It was then that Vernon Dursley checked he was in bed, but no, he was sitting at his desk, writing a letter to Hermione about the ring. He still had to keep it short and coded though, he would tell her how if he managed to get to use the telephone.
'Go to bed, unless you don't want to go to that ruddy school of yours this year.' Uncle Vernon said, triumphantly.
'Too bad for you I am going then.' Harry slipped out. He could see his uncle's face turning purple with rage, the vein at the neck popping out of his rounded, podgy head. He was scared, he had only seen his uncle like this once, and he had barely seen him, he had run away, and... For the first time, caught a glimpse of his Godfather.
'That's for me and Petunia to decide, boy.' Vernon said, stepping closer to Harry, his voice containing the utmost rage. His eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, and, just to stress the words he was saying, he spat over Harry.
'Then it wouldn't interest you to know, that I won't be here for my birthday?' Harry said, livid. He had let rage get the better of him. Once again, he was clenching his fist.
Uncle Vernon immediately backed off. He turned sharply on his heel, in fact, it was the most athletic thing Harry had ever seen his uncle do before. Just hearing his uncle mutter a "fine" before he had disappeared, he went to bed, once again brushing the pain in the back of his head with his hand.
Just hearing his uncle mutter a "fine" before he had disappeared, he went to bed, once again brushing the pain in the back of his head with his hand.
Cold, clammy hands were wrapped around his neck, tightening inexorably and instinctiely, he fought back, trying to swim out of the darkness that was pulling him down, his hands struggling with those cold, cold hands, his body shaking and struggling to force air down his constricted throat.
Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw red, red eyes glaring down at him and he froze. 'Voldemort!' he thought. 'But that can't be ... he cannot get into my room ... Dumbledore said that ...'
He was at the edge of an abyss, staring down into the cold, dark depths. He felt himself drawing in, gathering his strength to take the leap -- to plunge into that welcoming darkness and to let the world around him go ...
And felt himself being pulled back, the hands around his neck loosening and he could feel air rushing out of his lungs in a whoosh -- and fresh, clean air flowing into the vacumn of his emptied lungs.
A single cough came from his bruised throat and he opened his eyes to his darkened room and saw, through his still blurry vision, two small figures struggling in a corner. His arms flailed out -- one hand going for his dresser and glasses, the other desperately searching beneath his pillow for his wand ...
'CRACK' -- one of the struggling figures hit the wall with a sound that would have woken the dead. Glasses on finally, his eyes started to focus when he felt something leap on his bed and he threw up his hands to fend off the attacker.
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Is Harry Potter all right?"
"Dobby?" He sat up in bed, staring into the luminous eyes of the house-elf for a second before glancing to the side where he saw Kreacher on his back, staring up at the ceiling, a greenish stain on the wall above his head and he turned back to Dobby.
Before he could say a word, there was a pounding on the door and Vernon Dursley's voice could be heard, "What's going on in there?"
Cold, clammy hands were wrapped around his neck, tightening inexorably and instinctiely, he fought back, trying to swim out of the darkness that was pulling him down, his hands struggling with those cold, cold hands, his body shaking and struggling to force air down his constricted throat.
Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw red, red eyes glaring down at him and he froze. 'Voldemort!' he thought. 'But that can't be ... he cannot get into my room ... Dumbledore said that ...'
He was at the edge of an abyss, staring down into the cold, dark depths. He felt himself drawing in, gathering his strength to take the leap -- to plunge into that welcoming darkness and to let the world around him go ...
And felt himself being pulled back, the hands around his neck loosening and he could feel air rushing out of his lungs in a whoosh -- and fresh, clean air flowing into the vacumn of his emptied lungs.
A single cough came from his bruised throat and he opened his eyes to his darkened room and saw, through his still blurry vision, two small figures struggling in a corner. His arms flailed out -- one hand going for his dresser and glasses, the other desperately searching beneath his pillow for his wand ...
'CRACK' -- one of the struggling figures hit the wall with a sound that would have woken the dead. Glasses on finally, his eyes started to focus when he felt something leap on his bed and he threw up his hands to fend off the attacker.
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Is Harry Potter all right?"
"Dobby?" He sat up in bed, staring into the luminous eyes of the house-elf for a second before glancing to the side where he saw Kreacher on his back, staring up at the ceiling, a greenish stain on the wall above his head and he turned back to Dobby.
Before he could say a word, there was a pounding on the door and Vernon Dursley's voice could be heard, "What's going on in there?"
Before he could say a word, there was a pounding on the door and Vernon Dursley's voice could be heard, "What's going on in there?"
'Nothing!' Harry replied perhaps a bit too quickly and loudly for his own good.
'Well then shut the hell up and let the rest of us get some sleep!' his Uncle roared through the door, making Harry think 'it's allright for you though, isn't it?'
As his Uncle walked away, Harry turned his attention back to Dobby who was cowering at the end of Harrys bed. 'What is it Dobby?' Harry enquired.
'Harry Potter, sir! Dobby comes to sees you because you are once again in graves danger sir!' his high pitched squeaky voice came.
'Dobby, if you don't mind, can you please keep your voice down.' Harry pleaded with him in a whisper.
'S-sorry sir!' Dobby replied timidly.
'It's okay. Now, how am I in grave danger this year? We're not going to have you try and save my life again all year are we?'
Dobby giggled.
'N-no sir. This times though,' he continued in a more somber tone, 'it's not just you sir. It's you ands your friend Hermy- Hermy...'
'Hermione?' Harry supplied. 'Why, how come Hermione is in trouble now?'
'Nothing!' Harry replied perhaps a bit too quickly and loudly for his own good.
'Well then shut the hell up and let the rest of us get some sleep!' his Uncle roared through the door, making Harry think 'it's allright for you though, isn't it?'
As his Uncle walked away, Harry turned his attention back to Dobby who was cowering at the end of Harrys bed. 'What is it Dobby?' Harry enquired.
'Harry Potter, sir! Dobby comes to sees you because you are once again in graves danger sir!' his high pitched squeaky voice came.
'Dobby, if you don't mind, can you please keep your voice down.' Harry pleaded with him in a whisper.
'S-sorry sir!' Dobby replied timidly.
'It's okay. Now, how am I in grave danger this year? We're not going to have you try and save my life again all year are we?'
Dobby giggled.
'N-no sir. This times though,' he continued in a more somber tone, 'it's not just you sir. It's you ands your friend Hermy- Hermy...'
'Hermione?' Harry supplied. 'Why, how come Hermione is in trouble now?'
'Hermione?' Harry supplied. 'Why, how come Hermione is in trouble now?'
Dobby started to shudder uncontrollably, his large round eyes staring down at the covers on Harry’s bed.
“Dobby…what is it?,” Harry begged quietly as tried to get him to look at him. However he refused, constantly moving his head to avoid eye contact. Harry released a frustrated sigh and focused his attention on the unconscious Kreacher. His fists tightened and he slowly rose from his bed.
“It has to do something with him, doesn’t it Dobby?”
Dobby nodded slowly, his eyes still focused back on Harry’s covers. Harry slowly made his way towards Kreacher, trying to make as little noise as possible. He cursed his uncle for locking his wand in the kitchen drawer (sorry…romolus, I know you stated that his wand was under his pillow, but from Ice Phoenix’s post, it had been locked in a drawer by his uncle). If Kreacher were to wake and become hostile, magic would be the only thing that could save him and an apparently panicky Dobby.
Harry closed the distance between him and the house-elf and almost gagged from the putrid odor that surrounded him. Harry held his nose and examined the house Kreacher, wondering why he would be his bedroom. He vaguely recalled seeing him earlier that day, but was unable to remember if it had been some sort of twisted dream or reality.
“I need some answers,” Harry said to himself softly, “and I’m not going to get them if you’re unconscious.” Harry then turned over to Dobby, who was now staring at him worriedly. “Dobby, please go downstairs to the kitchen. You will find a drawer that has a large lock on it. Could you please unlock it and get my wand for me?”
“If Harry Potter sir wishes Dobby to do so,” he squeaked as he pushed himself off the bed. “Please don’t touch him, Harry Potter sir…he is dangerous…Dobby feels very scared around him.”
“I won’t do anything,” Harry replied. “Go get my wand and be quiet. Hide if you see any of the Dursley’s coming.”
Dobby nodded obediently and snapped his fingers, disappearing with a cloud of smoke. Harry released his nose, now somewhat able to handle the stench that was expelled by Kreacher and slowly waved his hand over the house-elf's face.
“Why are you – ” Harry was cut off by a low cry. Kreacher had lunged forward at him, desperately taking a hold of Harry’s right hand. “Get off!”
Harry quickly rose to his full height and pulled back, trying to wrench his arm free from the Kreacher’s surprisingly powerful grip. Without a second of hesitation, Harry’s foot flew forward, kicking Kreacher square in the stomach.
The soft groan escaped the winded house-elf as he released Harry’s hand and stumbled onto the floor, unconscious again. Harry took in several deep breaths as he massaged his aching hand, completely stunned by Kreacher’s sudden attack.
“What was that all about?” Harry asked himself as he looked at the small cuts that mangy elf had left on his hand. He was examining one particular deep cut when eyes suddenly focused on the thing that was around his finger. “He can’t be…is he after this ring?”
Dobby started to shudder uncontrollably, his large round eyes staring down at the covers on Harry’s bed.
“Dobby…what is it?,” Harry begged quietly as tried to get him to look at him. However he refused, constantly moving his head to avoid eye contact. Harry released a frustrated sigh and focused his attention on the unconscious Kreacher. His fists tightened and he slowly rose from his bed.
“It has to do something with him, doesn’t it Dobby?”
Dobby nodded slowly, his eyes still focused back on Harry’s covers. Harry slowly made his way towards Kreacher, trying to make as little noise as possible. He cursed his uncle for locking his wand in the kitchen drawer (sorry…romolus, I know you stated that his wand was under his pillow, but from Ice Phoenix’s post, it had been locked in a drawer by his uncle). If Kreacher were to wake and become hostile, magic would be the only thing that could save him and an apparently panicky Dobby.
Harry closed the distance between him and the house-elf and almost gagged from the putrid odor that surrounded him. Harry held his nose and examined the house Kreacher, wondering why he would be his bedroom. He vaguely recalled seeing him earlier that day, but was unable to remember if it had been some sort of twisted dream or reality.
“I need some answers,” Harry said to himself softly, “and I’m not going to get them if you’re unconscious.” Harry then turned over to Dobby, who was now staring at him worriedly. “Dobby, please go downstairs to the kitchen. You will find a drawer that has a large lock on it. Could you please unlock it and get my wand for me?”
“If Harry Potter sir wishes Dobby to do so,” he squeaked as he pushed himself off the bed. “Please don’t touch him, Harry Potter sir…he is dangerous…Dobby feels very scared around him.”
“I won’t do anything,” Harry replied. “Go get my wand and be quiet. Hide if you see any of the Dursley’s coming.”
Dobby nodded obediently and snapped his fingers, disappearing with a cloud of smoke. Harry released his nose, now somewhat able to handle the stench that was expelled by Kreacher and slowly waved his hand over the house-elf's face.
“Why are you – ” Harry was cut off by a low cry. Kreacher had lunged forward at him, desperately taking a hold of Harry’s right hand. “Get off!”
Harry quickly rose to his full height and pulled back, trying to wrench his arm free from the Kreacher’s surprisingly powerful grip. Without a second of hesitation, Harry’s foot flew forward, kicking Kreacher square in the stomach.
The soft groan escaped the winded house-elf as he released Harry’s hand and stumbled onto the floor, unconscious again. Harry took in several deep breaths as he massaged his aching hand, completely stunned by Kreacher’s sudden attack.
“What was that all about?” Harry asked himself as he looked at the small cuts that mangy elf had left on his hand. He was examining one particular deep cut when eyes suddenly focused on the thing that was around his finger. “He can’t be…is he after this ring?”
“He can’t be…is he after this ring?”
“What was that all about?” Harry asked himself as he looked at the small cuts that mangy elf had left on his hand. He was examining one particular deep cut when eyes suddenly focused on the thing that was around his finger. “He can’t be…is he after this ring?”
There was a soft creak as the door opened and Dobby slipped back into the room, Harry's wand clutched in his right hand.
"Dobby, what's he doing here? What are you doing here? What's the trouble with Hermione?"
Dobby just shook his large head fearfully.
"Come on, Dumbledore would want you to tell me, wouldn't he?" Harry asked desperately.
Dobby shook his head again, "Dobby is here against Dumbledore's order, Harry Potter sir."
Harry felt some of his old anger for Dumbledore from last year swelling again. So Harry couldn't know again, could he? Hadn't he learned from last year? Wanting some answers, Harry grabbed Dobby by his front.
"Dobby, what's happened to Hemione? I swear that if anything's happened to her---I'll----"
Dobby shook his head for a third time, this time with large tears dropping from his eyes and he wailed, "Dobby cannot tell you! Dobby was forbidden!"
"Damn it, Dobby! If you don't tell me now, I'm going to take my Firebolt and fly over to Grimmauld Place myself!"
“What was that all about?” Harry asked himself as he looked at the small cuts that mangy elf had left on his hand. He was examining one particular deep cut when eyes suddenly focused on the thing that was around his finger. “He can’t be…is he after this ring?”
There was a soft creak as the door opened and Dobby slipped back into the room, Harry's wand clutched in his right hand.
"Dobby, what's he doing here? What are you doing here? What's the trouble with Hermione?"
Dobby just shook his large head fearfully.
"Come on, Dumbledore would want you to tell me, wouldn't he?" Harry asked desperately.
Dobby shook his head again, "Dobby is here against Dumbledore's order, Harry Potter sir."
Harry felt some of his old anger for Dumbledore from last year swelling again. So Harry couldn't know again, could he? Hadn't he learned from last year? Wanting some answers, Harry grabbed Dobby by his front.
"Dobby, what's happened to Hemione? I swear that if anything's happened to her---I'll----"
Dobby shook his head for a third time, this time with large tears dropping from his eyes and he wailed, "Dobby cannot tell you! Dobby was forbidden!"
"Damn it, Dobby! If you don't tell me now, I'm going to take my Firebolt and fly over to Grimmauld Place myself!"
"Damn it, Dobby! If you don't tell me now, I'm going to take my Firebolt and fly over to Grimmauld Place myself!"
"I'm going. You can't stop me." Harry said defiantly. Dobby didn't reply but merely shook his head furiously. "No. No. Harry Potter cannot. It is too dangerous!!"
"Well then what am I suppose to do? I can't just sit here, and you won't tell me anything!" Harry yanked his hair in frustration. "Listen Dobby. I need to go there. Hermione is in trouble. I can sense it." Harry paced. Dobby continued to sob.
Without waiting for another reply, Harry flung his door open and went to retrieve his broom and invisiblity cloak. He returns a few minutes later. Then looking defiantly at Dobby, pushed open his window. Instantly, a rush of warm summer hair met his forehead. Harry, feeling refreshed, climbed on his broomstick.
Dobby moved nimbly in front of Harry and said sternly, "Harry Potter..."
"I'm going. You can't stop me." Harry said defiantly. Dobby didn't reply but merely shook his head furiously. "No. No. Harry Potter cannot. It is too dangerous!!"
"Well then what am I suppose to do? I can't just sit here, and you won't tell me anything!" Harry yanked his hair in frustration. "Listen Dobby. I need to go there. Hermione is in trouble. I can sense it." Harry paced. Dobby continued to sob.
Without waiting for another reply, Harry flung his door open and went to retrieve his broom and invisiblity cloak. He returns a few minutes later. Then looking defiantly at Dobby, pushed open his window. Instantly, a rush of warm summer hair met his forehead. Harry, feeling refreshed, climbed on his broomstick.
Dobby moved nimbly in front of Harry and said sternly, "Harry Potter..."
Dobby moved nimbly in front of Harry and said sternly, "Harry Potter..."
"I cannot let you go there, Harry Potter sir. It is not safe?" Dobby said stuttering as Harry already mounted on his broom attempted to fly out the window but couldn't.
"What did you do Dobby? Why can't I fly out the window?" Harry blurted eyeing Dobby with deep dismay.
"A barrier sir like the one Dobby put in the platform entrance," Dobby answered. "Hermy sir is in good hands. She's being guarded like yous sir," Dobby added.
"Who did Dumbledore sent to her?" Harry asked in frustration.
"She's in her house sir and Winky was sent there too sir," Dobby replied uncertainly and was going to make his way to the opened drawers to punish himself from telling Harry.
"Don't even think about hurting yourself Dobby," Harry scolded him. "So Winky's there at the Grangers. Does Hermione know she's in danger and what kind of danger are we talking about here?" he asked.
"Winky was given strict orders sir to guard Harry Potter's friend. Winky is better sir not always drunk anymore sir," Dobby replied pacing around the room with uncertainty.
Harry sat on his bed. Dobby didn't answer his questions about Hermione and Kreacher was still lying on the floor unconscious.
"I will get rid of Kreacher sir, when he wakes up. Very bad servant sir, very bad," Dobby said.
"He doesn't have any masters, does he? I mean Sirius is dead and he wouldn't folow order from Tonks. Why is Kreacher after me?" Harry asked looking sternly at the unconscious house elf.
"My old masters sir. Kreacher serve them sir. He said they'll take his head off if he gets the ring sir," Dobby said.
"But why do they want the ring?" Harry asked again staring at his bruised hand.
"Not for me to say, Harry Potter sir. Headmaster will tell you sir," Dobby refused to answer any more questions.
"But what about Hermione does she know?" Harry persisted.
"Not for me to say, sir...." Dobby muttered.
"I cannot let you go there, Harry Potter sir. It is not safe?" Dobby said stuttering as Harry already mounted on his broom attempted to fly out the window but couldn't.
"What did you do Dobby? Why can't I fly out the window?" Harry blurted eyeing Dobby with deep dismay.
"A barrier sir like the one Dobby put in the platform entrance," Dobby answered. "Hermy sir is in good hands. She's being guarded like yous sir," Dobby added.
"Who did Dumbledore sent to her?" Harry asked in frustration.
"She's in her house sir and Winky was sent there too sir," Dobby replied uncertainly and was going to make his way to the opened drawers to punish himself from telling Harry.
"Don't even think about hurting yourself Dobby," Harry scolded him. "So Winky's there at the Grangers. Does Hermione know she's in danger and what kind of danger are we talking about here?" he asked.
"Winky was given strict orders sir to guard Harry Potter's friend. Winky is better sir not always drunk anymore sir," Dobby replied pacing around the room with uncertainty.
Harry sat on his bed. Dobby didn't answer his questions about Hermione and Kreacher was still lying on the floor unconscious.
"I will get rid of Kreacher sir, when he wakes up. Very bad servant sir, very bad," Dobby said.
"He doesn't have any masters, does he? I mean Sirius is dead and he wouldn't folow order from Tonks. Why is Kreacher after me?" Harry asked looking sternly at the unconscious house elf.
"My old masters sir. Kreacher serve them sir. He said they'll take his head off if he gets the ring sir," Dobby said.
"But why do they want the ring?" Harry asked again staring at his bruised hand.
"Not for me to say, Harry Potter sir. Headmaster will tell you sir," Dobby refused to answer any more questions.
"But what about Hermione does she know?" Harry persisted.
"Not for me to say, sir...." Dobby muttered.
"Not for me to say sir...." Dobby muttered
Harry flung himself onto his bed. His worry was plucking at his soul. Inside, his heart was beating slower and slower, every second he thought about the trouble Hermione might be in. The cloudy night sky outside was echoing the gaping hole left in his heart from the loss of Sirius. It would be like having the cold, clammy hands of death squeezing every last breath out of him if he were to find out anything had happened to Ron or Hermione.
The burning sensation in the depths of his heart to save either of his friends was the only thing keeping him from giving up, but now, after all the torment he had suffered, all the pain he had caused himself, his strength, not for him, but for his friends, was deteriorating with every last second of the shadowed present.
It was as if a veil had been cast over him, blinding him from knowing anything, and slowly suffocating his feelings, senses, and desires. His will to live knowing his friends were in trouble, and he could not do anything about it was torturing his soul. The reality was, he was clueless. He was ceasing to be a human being… Soon, he would be no more than someone like Voldemort…
Harry flung himself onto his bed. His worry was plucking at his soul. Inside, his heart was beating slower and slower, every second he thought about the trouble Hermione might be in. The cloudy night sky outside was echoing the gaping hole left in his heart from the loss of Sirius. It would be like having the cold, clammy hands of death squeezing every last breath out of him if he were to find out anything had happened to Ron or Hermione.
The burning sensation in the depths of his heart to save either of his friends was the only thing keeping him from giving up, but now, after all the torment he had suffered, all the pain he had caused himself, his strength, not for him, but for his friends, was deteriorating with every last second of the shadowed present.
It was as if a veil had been cast over him, blinding him from knowing anything, and slowly suffocating his feelings, senses, and desires. His will to live knowing his friends were in trouble, and he could not do anything about it was torturing his soul. The reality was, he was clueless. He was ceasing to be a human being… Soon, he would be no more than someone like Voldemort…
Soon, he would be no more than someone like Voldemort…
And with this horrifying thought running through his head, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep and had the same dream that he'd been having since the begining of the holidays.
Cold, clammy hands were wrapped around his neck, tightening inexorably and instinctiely, he fought back, trying to swim out of the darkness that was pulling him down, his hands struggling with those cold, cold hands, his body shaking and struggling to force air down his constricted throat.
Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw red, red eyes glaring down at him and he froze. 'Voldemort!' he thought. 'But that can't be ... he cannot get into my room ... Dumbledore said that ...'
He was at the edge of an abyss, staring down into the cold, dark depths. He felt himself drawing in, gathering his strength to take the leap -- to plunge into that welcoming darkness and to let the world around him go ...
'Harry Potter sir!' Dobby's voice cried through Harry's head, bringing him slowly back to the land of the living. 'Harry Potter sir!' he cried again as Harry sat up grogily.
'WhatizitDobby?'
'You, yous was screaming sir. Y-you screams about he-who-must-not-be-named!' Dobby trembled. 'Harry Potter sir, Kreacher is wakings. I musts gets him backs to headquarters sir. Dobby will be backs sir. Be careful sir.'
Harry watched bewildered as Dobby vanished into a puff of smoke once again...
And with this horrifying thought running through his head, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep and had the same dream that he'd been having since the begining of the holidays.
Cold, clammy hands were wrapped around his neck, tightening inexorably and instinctiely, he fought back, trying to swim out of the darkness that was pulling him down, his hands struggling with those cold, cold hands, his body shaking and struggling to force air down his constricted throat.
Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw red, red eyes glaring down at him and he froze. 'Voldemort!' he thought. 'But that can't be ... he cannot get into my room ... Dumbledore said that ...'
He was at the edge of an abyss, staring down into the cold, dark depths. He felt himself drawing in, gathering his strength to take the leap -- to plunge into that welcoming darkness and to let the world around him go ...
'Harry Potter sir!' Dobby's voice cried through Harry's head, bringing him slowly back to the land of the living. 'Harry Potter sir!' he cried again as Harry sat up grogily.
'WhatizitDobby?'
'You, yous was screaming sir. Y-you screams about he-who-must-not-be-named!' Dobby trembled. 'Harry Potter sir, Kreacher is wakings. I musts gets him backs to headquarters sir. Dobby will be backs sir. Be careful sir.'
Harry watched bewildered as Dobby vanished into a puff of smoke once again...
Harry watched bewildered as Dobby vanished into a puff of smoke once again...
Harry's green eyes moved around the room quickly and with the back of his hand, he wiped off the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. He grimaced at his pillow noticing that it had become drenched with sweat. Then he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and jumped out of bed, not wanting to return to the abysmal dreams that awaited him in sleep.
He marched to his bedroom door staring at the mirror that hung over it and stared at himself in the mirror. Upon first examination all he could see was the sweat that had dampened his hair and made his skin cry. He frowned, feeling ashamed and then he remembered the dream again. He could almost feel the cold clammy hands again. He could see the red eyes boring into his own and he could still feel himself falling into the darkness where Voldemort resided.
He shook his head violently for a short moment and then examined his face again, bringing his fingertips to his eyes, nose, ears, lips and cheeks. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he leaned his forehead against the mirror.
"It's all right, really," said a very logical voice in his head.
Harry smiled knowing who it belonged to and he let it continue, "You're still Harry."
Harry's green eyes moved around the room quickly and with the back of his hand, he wiped off the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. He grimaced at his pillow noticing that it had become drenched with sweat. Then he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and jumped out of bed, not wanting to return to the abysmal dreams that awaited him in sleep.
He marched to his bedroom door staring at the mirror that hung over it and stared at himself in the mirror. Upon first examination all he could see was the sweat that had dampened his hair and made his skin cry. He frowned, feeling ashamed and then he remembered the dream again. He could almost feel the cold clammy hands again. He could see the red eyes boring into his own and he could still feel himself falling into the darkness where Voldemort resided.
He shook his head violently for a short moment and then examined his face again, bringing his fingertips to his eyes, nose, ears, lips and cheeks. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he leaned his forehead against the mirror.
"It's all right, really," said a very logical voice in his head.
Harry smiled knowing who it belonged to and he let it continue, "You're still Harry."
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Harry smiled knowing who it belonged to and he let it continue, "You're still Harry."
Hermione, Harry thought to himself, all the tension in his body slowly loosening at the sound of her voice.
“Relax, Harry,” her voice gently echoed in his head. “You are going to be all right. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
A small smile formed on Harry’s face as he slowly made his way towards his desk. He quietly took a seat in his chair and turned on his small lamp. He looked down at his unfinished letter to Hermione and quickly skimmed over it. Knowing that sleep wasn’t something he wanted to return to at the moment, he decided to finish his letter, being sure to include his recollection of his dream in it.
Dobby returned to Harry’s room several hours later and was incredibly shocked to find him awake. Harry hadn’t moved from his desk since the moment he sat down. He had spent the entire time writing to Hermione.
“Harry Potter sir!” Dobby squeaked as he quickly ran to him. “Sir needs to be in bed! Harry Potter sir must get his rest.”
“Oh…it’s okay Dobby,” Harry replied with a soft yawn, his eyes finally moving away from the novel-length letter he had written to Hermione.
“But sir, Dobby doesn’t want Harry Potter sir to feel tired later,” Dobby pleaded.
“All right…all right,” Harry sighed as he tossed his now dull quill onto his table. His eyes focused back on the letter and his mouth dropped. He had no idea that he had written so much. Writing to Hermione had always been very relaxing for him, but never before had he ever gotten carried away.
“Harry Potter sir?”
“Er…yes b-bed,” Harry stuttered as he shook his head and smiled at Dobby. He slowly rose from his chair and released a loud groan as he stretched his body, several bones throughout his body cracking. He placed his glasses onto his bedside table and crawled into his bed, pulling his blanket over him.
“Dobby will stay with Harry Potter sir,” Dobby said with a warm smile as he took a sat down bedside Harry’s bed and leaned against it.
“Dobby…” Harry said softly. “I know you can’t tell me anything…but Hermione is okay…right?”
“Yes, Harry Potter sir,” Dobby mumbled back, sleep already taking him. “Winky be watching Hermy. Hermy will be safe.”
“Okay,” Harry yawned as he closed his eyes. “Good night, Dobby.”
*
The next three weeks passed painfully slowly for Harry.
Much of the time was spent doing chores around the house – a task made somewhat easier with the assistance of Dobby, although this often involved a major operation involving his invisibility cloak to ensure that no one in the neighborhood would see a House Elf working beside him.
The weeks were also made somewhat easier with the unexpected visit of Mad-Eye Moody the day after Kreacher’s attack to check up on Harry. One look at Moody’s magical eyeball had turned the Dursley’s into quivering masses of jelly – and saw Dudley running to retrieve Hedwig’s cage from the garden where Vernon had thrown it the day before.
The downside to this was that Moody was not a fount of information. When asked about Kreacher, Moody would only say that “the matter was being handled.”
Asked about Hermione: “The matter is being handled, Potter.” Pressed about Ron and the Weasleys, “The matter will be handled, Potter.”
Moody had also decided to take Hedwig away with him to headquarters, pointing out that a snowy owl in any neighborhood would be an indication that someone magical lived in the area – and chances were that it was Harry Potter's snowy owl. Harry didn’t even bother to question this, knowing full well what the answer would be: “Eternal vigilance, Potter!”
He did have Dobby, however. The House-Elf was proving useful as both house-assistant and companion – Harry no longer had to talk to the walls or to a silent Hedwig (whose only response to him was to flutter her wings, give a hoot of anger, derision or hilarity depending on her mood). More importantly, Dobby was also proving quite useful as a mailman, bringing his letters (starting with the first ever novel-length missive he’d penned that night to Hermione) and bringing back their replies promptly.
Unfortunately, the letters from his friends did not provide him with any real news on what was happening in the wizarding world. Ron’s letters focused more on what was happening with Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes (where he and Ginny had summer jobs clerking for the Twins) and precious little about what was happening with the Order and Voldemort.
Hermione, on the other hand, had even less information to offer. Her parents had taken her with them on a Scandinavian tour, and her letters were more of a travelogue than anything else. (He’d been tempted to ask her to bring him back a Crumple-Horned Snorkack but refrained from doing so, unwilling as he was to risk her wrath even from such a distance.)
And so the days passed slowly – doing chores around the house, watching the skies for owls, spending the nights surreptitiously listening to the news for anything which may hint of Voldemort’s activities, and counting down the days until he could leave Privet Drive and join up with his friends.
There was one day he wasn’t looking forward to, however: his sixteenth birthday.
Last year was a disaster: kept like a mushroom in the dark for weeks, he'd been so angry at his friends that he'd thrown away the two boxes of Honeydukes chocolates they had sent him (something he regretted that night when Aunt Petunia served him a wilted salad for dinner).
What would this birthday bring him?
He didn't have long to wait, and Harry wasn't really looking forward to the day that lay ahead of him. His birthdays never held anything special in them, but today, he was going to be back with the Order, and for one reason or another, he was not looking forward to it.
No matter how desperately he wanted to see Hermione and the Weasleys again, Remus too, he couldn't fight down the sneaking suspicion that something wasn't right.
He was reluctantly begining to lie back down again as he saw that the time on his clock read 2:30 am, when there came a loud scream from downstairs that did not belong to one of the Dursleys.
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He was reluctantly begining to lie back down again as he saw that the time on his clock read 2:30 am, when there came a loud scream from downstairs that did not belong to one of the Dursleys.
Harry grabbed his wand, which was sitting under his bed, and walked cautiously to the door, listening for any sort of footsteps. He couldn't hear much, but the muffled sounds of scared voices and excited ones confused the young wizard. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps hitting the stairs could be heard, and the next thing Harry saw was the banging of his door against the wall, a squeal and a blur as Harry was attacked by the blur who had an awful lot of bushy hair......
"Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you again! I was afraid I wouldn't get back in time to be able to help get you from the place, but i did, and was able to floo here and i scared Dobby! Oh, and the Dursleys were so surprised, they had Moody and Professor Lupin open the door as soon as i got there, and when they saw Dobby they lined the Dursleys up on the wall and patted them down for any of your things!" 'The sight of the Ex-Auror Mad-Eye Moody patting down the likes of his whale of a cousin Dudley suddenly flashed in his mind, and Harry suppressed a snort.' "I was so glad to get your letter, it was a joy to read! It was lovely in Scandinavia, but it made it seem so much better when I read your letter! Oh and your dream! Ohmygosh Harry? Are you ok?"
Hermione said this all in one breath, and took deep breaths as she steps back from Harry, an observant expression on her face. Harry recalled his past three weeks, and was about to answer when Moody and Lupin entered the room.
"Harry!" exploded a joyful, voice of Lupin, "How are you?"
Harry felt a sensation of flowing relief and familiar (but not popular) "everything-is-going-to-be-ok" feeling. He smiled faintly, thankful to Lupin for his visit, and replied cautiously, "Fine, how are..."
"Potter, Granger, we have to get a move on," a savvy voice barked from the background as Moody's magical eye concentrated on the two friends. The four figures moved towards the staircase, and Harry could not possibly be happier to leave the Dursleys as he descended those darned steps, above that darned cupboard, all tied in the symphony of this darned house.
"Harry, the dream...tell me about it," he detected Hermione's cautious whisper to his left.
"Oh, I'll tell you about it later," he replied uneasily, a bit afraid of being overheard.
"Moody doesn't have a magical ears, Harry," she chuckled softly, "Just an eyaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Hermione tripped over a step on the staircase and was sent flying down when Harry, like a cat in the darkness, swiftly caught her by her now extending away arm and pulled her close.
Lupin turned around at the loud commotion and scowled at the two, muttering, "Well, if they hadn't heard Ron's stepping on a mousetrap downstairs, now they'll be awake for sure!"
"Ron's here?" Harry uttered excitedly, letting go of Hermione's waist and taking her by the arm, explaining "Just in case you decide to fall again."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE???!???" rude bellowing exploded from a bedroom upstairs.
Moody moved quickly to grab Harry and Hermione and pulled them down the remainder of the stairs. “C'mon! Quickly!” he growled as he led the two past the kitchen and out the back door.
”What happened? We heard shouting.” Nymphadora Tonks asked as she came stumbling forward across the uneven drought stricken turf.
”It was nothing Tonks, now quick Potter... where are your things?” Moody growled.
”U-uhhh... Upstairs?” Harry said with a pained look on his face.
”Potter...” Moody's gravelly voice scolded before whipping out his wand. “Accio.” he muttered. There were screams and shouts erupting from upstairs and moments later, Harry's trunk came flying out the back door. Moody set to work putting a dissilusion charm on Harry and gave Harry his firebolt. “Now Hermione's riding with you, cos we don't have enough brooms, and she kept screaming at Ron on the way here. Oh, and yes, you can say a quick hello to Weasley before we head off.”
“But, Hermione... She doesn't like flying. Shouldn't she fly with one of you?” Harry asked, quite unsure of everything. He couldn't wait to get out of his home, but he hadn't flown for such a long time, he was afraid.
As the cold air of night ripped at his legs, he shivered. A reverberating yell made him jump, and the shiver tingled up his spine. Harry felt the cold night air penetrating his skin, the cold sweeping through him, mercilessly. He crossed his arms, and his head started vibrating.
As the light's flicked on inside Number four, his heart burned with the desire to flee. But, once again, the flame of desire was
extinguished as he felt yet another rush of cold sweep up his spine.
“I’d much rather fly with you,” Hermione interjected as she too shivered from the rush of the cool air. “Ron wasn’t very…er…pleasant to ride with.”
“Bloody hell, if I knew you were going to throw a fit every time there was a gust of wind I would of never volunteered to take you,” someone snapped from behind, causing Harry and Hermione to jump slightly in shock.
“Well if I didn’t feel like you were going to lose control of your broom every time there was a gust of wind, then I wouldn’t have thrown a fit,” Hermione snapped back as the two turned to find Ron holding his Clean Sweep, but was able to keep her voice down.
“I always had good control of my broom!” he growled lowly. "It's just you --"
“Oh, come off it you two,” Harry sighed with a smile. He generally would have been miffed when the two were arguing, but it had been so long that he heard the two of the bicker that he actually found it somewhat amusing and soothing.
“Well she started it,” Ron huffed as he turned and grinned at Harry.
“Potter, Granger, Weasley,” Moody called, causing the three to turn and face the
Order members, “we need to get a move on. You'll have time to finish your greetings later. We’re going back to Grimmauld Place.”
With that said, the three Order members mounted their brooms. Tonks gave Harry a bright smile as she placed the Locomotor charm on his trunk. Ron mounted his broom, happy to be flying solo again. Harry was ready to mount his Firebolt when he saw Hermione gave him a somewhat lost and embarrassed look.
“You can ride with me, Hermione,” Harry said with a smile, causing her expression to perk up.
He instructed her to sit in front of him and to keep both her hands firm on the broomstick. She shakily agreed for this was the same thing Ron had told her to do, but he later complained that it made stirring incredibly difficult. The last thing she wanted to be was to hinder Harry’s flying abilities.
The two mounted Harry’s broom and Hermione felt his arms wrap around her to get a firm grip on his broomstick. She released a gentle sigh realizing how much more comforting it felt to ride with Harry than it was with Ron.
Within moments they were off the ground and slowly ascending into the night sky. Several hard gusts of hard wind blew against them, sending chills of panic through Hermione’s spine. She was happy that Harry had kept better control than Ron during such gusts, but still couldn’t help the quivering feeling in her stomach.
“Hermione, don’t lean forward on the broom,” Harry quickly said, feeling the front of the broom getting too heavy.
“Oh sorry!” she gasped as she pushed herself back up. Unfortunately, she did too quickly causing the back of her head to bump into Harry’s forehead. “I’m so sorry Harry!”
“No no, it’s okay,” Harry replied with a groan as he rubbed his forehead with his left hand, doing his best to maintain control on his broom with his right. “Here, just lean back and don’t be so tense, I won’t let you fall.” As he instructed this, Hermione leaned back against him and his left arm protectively wrapped around her waist.
She felt a sudden surge of electricity run through her body. Never before had Harry ever held her like that, even though he was only doing to keep her from falling. She shuddered slightly against him, gently settling her head against his shoulder.
Harry noticed Ron approaching them from his left and he seemed to have a distasteful and humorous expression written across his face. Ron took his position about a yard and a half away from Harry, and quickly turned his expression into a smile, which Harry could tell looked fake.
“My Hermione,” he said, doing his best to maintain his fake smile, “aren’t you getting a bit cozy?”
Hermione lifted her head from Harry's shoulder and whipped it around giving Ron a severe glare. Harry couldn't help but notice how her face had suddenly turned a bright shade of red, how her eyebrows narrowed down, and how her lips turned down in a scowl. He knew that nothing good could come of it.
"You---you should be concentrating on your own flying, Ron!" snapped Hermione her face still very red.
Harry glanced over at Ron and saw the distasteful expression on his face grow more ugly.
"I'm concentrating just fine!" refuted Ron as he flew up closer to Harry's Firebolt. "It's you who's not concentrating! It's you who's getting cozy!"
Harry rolled his eyes. With Ron egging Hermione on like that, their argument could go on for the rest of the flight home.
"You---you don't know what you're talking about!" Hermione exclaimed in slight stammer. "I was just leaning back like Harry told me!"
Hermione, caught up in the argument, suddenly leaned forward and took her hands from the broom just as a strong gust of wind pushed itself in Harry's direction.
"Why don't you mind your own----AHHH!!!!"
Harry saw Hermione's face change from one of anger to one of fear and surprise as she lost her balance. And Harry felt his stomach lurch as his Firebolt swooped down several feet while the strong gusts of wind pushed into both of their eyes. He gripped the broom with his right hand trying desperately to regain control.
"HARRY!!!" she cried out in panic. "WHAT DO I DO?!"
Harry couldn't answer, concentrating hard on fixing his own grip and control of the broom while still holding Hermione tightly around the waist so she wouldn't fall. He could feel her entire body tensing up more the longer it took him to find control again and it wasn't helping.
"HERMIONE, YOU HAVE TO RELAX!" Harry ordered.
"Oh, easy for you to say!!!" Hermione snapped at him.
Harry couldn't help but feel a small chuckle work it's way up his throat.
"Hermione, relax," said Harry in a calming voice, "I told you, I've got you."
Harry heard Hermione let out a deep breath and felt her body beginning to relax in his arms. He smiled with relief and steadied himself and Hermione in front of him until he gained full control of his broom. Hermione made the conscious effort to lean back again as Harry had previously instructed her and he looked at her with a grin.
"See, I told you I wouldn't let you fall, " Harry reminded her.
"Yeah," agreed Hermione, while he noticed that her cheeks were still somewhat flushed, "thanks."
Again, Ron maneuvered his Clean Sweep next to Harry's and gave Hermione a gloatful sort of smile.
"Nice work, there Hermione," said Ron with a snigger.
Harry knew without looking at Hermione that she was again ready to snap back and he tightened his grip around her waist to get her attention and shook his head at her.
"You know, why don't you two save it for when we land?" suggested Harry with an amused grin.
Hermione looked back at Harry and nodded, while Ron grudgingly agreed under his breath. Then they flew off further into the night.
The rest of the flight was quiet and endearing, for Harry's part at least. The cold night wind flew against them but the warmth of someone close soothed him.
Ron was flying just close by with his begrudging look but Harry knew better and did not pay attention. He knew that once they have landed Hermione and Ron would throw a fit at each other.
"Hey Harry, you're awfully quiet," Hermione muttered. Her head still leaning against him and relaxing in his protective hold around her waist.
"Just making sure I won't get you psyched up with flying again," Harry replied glancing at her.
Hermione was smiling, the night sky was beautiful but the sun would soon rise and a part of the horizon is colored with crimson hues. "Look over there Harry. The sky is so beautiful from up here. No wonder you love flying, you can see a lot of things in a whole different prospective," she said.
"You just have to forget about your fear of flying and you'll enjoy it. I think you'll do just fine and maybe you can ride your own broom next time," Harry replied.
"So you don't like riding with me?" Hermione pretended to sound hurt.
"No, that's not what I meant. I think you'll appreciate flying more if you're on your own and besides I'm not complaining about riding with you. You don't move around so much and you're a very good riding companion minus the panic fits of course," Harry said.
Hermione started giggling and he joined along.
"Oi! You two we're taking a turn," Ron yelled out from the other side near Tonks.
Harry pulled off to the right for a long sweeping turn, he was really enjoying himself. To bad that Ron was boring a hole into the back of his head with his stare.
"Staring at anything interesting Ron?"
Ron's broom jerked down a bit, obviously he thought that Harry wouldn't notice. "No, not really." Ron sped up a bit to get ahead of them and hung around tonks's current position.
Harry chuckled softly under his breath, some times Ron was far too predicable for his own good. Unfortunatly for harry laughing while some one is pressing up against your chest will alert them to it.
"Harry what are you laughing about?" Hermione whispered curiously.
"Nothing, Ron was just staring at the back of my head."
Hermione giggled softly and snuggled farther into harry's arms to get away from the cold.
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He was reluctantly begining to lie back down again as he saw that the time on his clock read 2:30 am, when there came a loud scream from downstairs that did not belong to one of the Dursleys.
Harry grabbed his wand, which was sitting under his bed, and walked cautiously to the door, listening for any sort of footsteps. He couldn't hear much, but the muffled sounds of scared voices and excited ones confused the young wizard. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps hitting the stairs could be heard, and the next thing Harry saw was the banging of his door against the wall, a squeal and a blur as Harry was attacked by the blur who had an awful lot of bushy hair......
"Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you again! I was afraid I wouldn't get back in time to be able to help get you from the place, but i did, and was able to floo here and i scared Dobby! Oh, and the Dursleys were so surprised, they had Moody and Professor Lupin open the door as soon as i got there, and when they saw Dobby they lined the Dursleys up on the wall and patted them down for any of your things!" 'The sight of the Ex-Auror Mad-Eye Moody patting down the likes of his whale of a cousin Dudley suddenly flashed in his mind, and Harry suppressed a snort.' "I was so glad to get your letter, it was a joy to read! It was lovely in Scandinavia, but it made it seem so much better when I read your letter! Oh and your dream! Ohmygosh Harry? Are you ok?"
Hermione said this all in one breath, and took deep breaths as she steps back from Harry, an observant expression on her face. Harry recalled his past three weeks, and was about to answer when Moody and Lupin entered the room.
"Harry!" exploded a joyful, voice of Lupin, "How are you?"
Harry felt a sensation of flowing relief and familiar (but not popular) "everything-is-going-to-be-ok" feeling. He smiled faintly, thankful to Lupin for his visit, and replied cautiously, "Fine, how are..."
"Potter, Granger, we have to get a move on," a savvy voice barked from the background as Moody's magical eye concentrated on the two friends. The four figures moved towards the staircase, and Harry could not possibly be happier to leave the Dursleys as he descended those darned steps, above that darned cupboard, all tied in the symphony of this darned house.
"Harry, the dream...tell me about it," he detected Hermione's cautious whisper to his left.
"Oh, I'll tell you about it later," he replied uneasily, a bit afraid of being overheard.
"Moody doesn't have a magical ears, Harry," she chuckled softly, "Just an eyaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Hermione tripped over a step on the staircase and was sent flying down when Harry, like a cat in the darkness, swiftly caught her by her now extending away arm and pulled her close.
Lupin turned around at the loud commotion and scowled at the two, muttering, "Well, if they hadn't heard Ron's stepping on a mousetrap downstairs, now they'll be awake for sure!"
"Ron's here?" Harry uttered excitedly, letting go of Hermione's waist and taking her by the arm, explaining "Just in case you decide to fall again."
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE???!???" rude bellowing exploded from a bedroom upstairs.
Moody moved quickly to grab Harry and Hermione and pulled them down the remainder of the stairs. “C'mon! Quickly!” he growled as he led the two past the kitchen and out the back door.
”What happened? We heard shouting.” Nymphadora Tonks asked as she came stumbling forward across the uneven drought stricken turf.
”It was nothing Tonks, now quick Potter... where are your things?” Moody growled.
”U-uhhh... Upstairs?” Harry said with a pained look on his face.
”Potter...” Moody's gravelly voice scolded before whipping out his wand. “Accio.” he muttered. There were screams and shouts erupting from upstairs and moments later, Harry's trunk came flying out the back door. Moody set to work putting a dissilusion charm on Harry and gave Harry his firebolt. “Now Hermione's riding with you, cos we don't have enough brooms, and she kept screaming at Ron on the way here. Oh, and yes, you can say a quick hello to Weasley before we head off.”
“But, Hermione... She doesn't like flying. Shouldn't she fly with one of you?” Harry asked, quite unsure of everything. He couldn't wait to get out of his home, but he hadn't flown for such a long time, he was afraid.
As the cold air of night ripped at his legs, he shivered. A reverberating yell made him jump, and the shiver tingled up his spine. Harry felt the cold night air penetrating his skin, the cold sweeping through him, mercilessly. He crossed his arms, and his head started vibrating.
As the light's flicked on inside Number four, his heart burned with the desire to flee. But, once again, the flame of desire was
extinguished as he felt yet another rush of cold sweep up his spine.
“I’d much rather fly with you,” Hermione interjected as she too shivered from the rush of the cool air. “Ron wasn’t very…er…pleasant to ride with.”
“Bloody hell, if I knew you were going to throw a fit every time there was a gust of wind I would of never volunteered to take you,” someone snapped from behind, causing Harry and Hermione to jump slightly in shock.
“Well if I didn’t feel like you were going to lose control of your broom every time there was a gust of wind, then I wouldn’t have thrown a fit,” Hermione snapped back as the two turned to find Ron holding his Clean Sweep, but was able to keep her voice down.
“I always had good control of my broom!” he growled lowly. "It's just you --"
“Oh, come off it you two,” Harry sighed with a smile. He generally would have been miffed when the two were arguing, but it had been so long that he heard the two of the bicker that he actually found it somewhat amusing and soothing.
“Well she started it,” Ron huffed as he turned and grinned at Harry.
“Potter, Granger, Weasley,” Moody called, causing the three to turn and face the
Order members, “we need to get a move on. You'll have time to finish your greetings later. We’re going back to Grimmauld Place.”
With that said, the three Order members mounted their brooms. Tonks gave Harry a bright smile as she placed the Locomotor charm on his trunk. Ron mounted his broom, happy to be flying solo again. Harry was ready to mount his Firebolt when he saw Hermione gave him a somewhat lost and embarrassed look.
“You can ride with me, Hermione,” Harry said with a smile, causing her expression to perk up.
He instructed her to sit in front of him and to keep both her hands firm on the broomstick. She shakily agreed for this was the same thing Ron had told her to do, but he later complained that it made stirring incredibly difficult. The last thing she wanted to be was to hinder Harry’s flying abilities.
The two mounted Harry’s broom and Hermione felt his arms wrap around her to get a firm grip on his broomstick. She released a gentle sigh realizing how much more comforting it felt to ride with Harry than it was with Ron.
Within moments they were off the ground and slowly ascending into the night sky. Several hard gusts of hard wind blew against them, sending chills of panic through Hermione’s spine. She was happy that Harry had kept better control than Ron during such gusts, but still couldn’t help the quivering feeling in her stomach.
“Hermione, don’t lean forward on the broom,” Harry quickly said, feeling the front of the broom getting too heavy.
“Oh sorry!” she gasped as she pushed herself back up. Unfortunately, she did too quickly causing the back of her head to bump into Harry’s forehead. “I’m so sorry Harry!”
“No no, it’s okay,” Harry replied with a groan as he rubbed his forehead with his left hand, doing his best to maintain control on his broom with his right. “Here, just lean back and don’t be so tense, I won’t let you fall.” As he instructed this, Hermione leaned back against him and his left arm protectively wrapped around her waist.
She felt a sudden surge of electricity run through her body. Never before had Harry ever held her like that, even though he was only doing to keep her from falling. She shuddered slightly against him, gently settling her head against his shoulder.
Harry noticed Ron approaching them from his left and he seemed to have a distasteful and humorous expression written across his face. Ron took his position about a yard and a half away from Harry, and quickly turned his expression into a smile, which Harry could tell looked fake.
“My Hermione,” he said, doing his best to maintain his fake smile, “aren’t you getting a bit cozy?”
Hermione lifted her head from Harry's shoulder and whipped it around giving Ron a severe glare. Harry couldn't help but notice how her face had suddenly turned a bright shade of red, how her eyebrows narrowed down, and how her lips turned down in a scowl. He knew that nothing good could come of it.
"You---you should be concentrating on your own flying, Ron!" snapped Hermione her face still very red.
Harry glanced over at Ron and saw the distasteful expression on his face grow more ugly.
"I'm concentrating just fine!" refuted Ron as he flew up closer to Harry's Firebolt. "It's you who's not concentrating! It's you who's getting cozy!"
Harry rolled his eyes. With Ron egging Hermione on like that, their argument could go on for the rest of the flight home.
"You---you don't know what you're talking about!" Hermione exclaimed in slight stammer. "I was just leaning back like Harry told me!"
Hermione, caught up in the argument, suddenly leaned forward and took her hands from the broom just as a strong gust of wind pushed itself in Harry's direction.
"Why don't you mind your own----AHHH!!!!"
Harry saw Hermione's face change from one of anger to one of fear and surprise as she lost her balance. And Harry felt his stomach lurch as his Firebolt swooped down several feet while the strong gusts of wind pushed into both of their eyes. He gripped the broom with his right hand trying desperately to regain control.
"HARRY!!!" she cried out in panic. "WHAT DO I DO?!"
Harry couldn't answer, concentrating hard on fixing his own grip and control of the broom while still holding Hermione tightly around the waist so she wouldn't fall. He could feel her entire body tensing up more the longer it took him to find control again and it wasn't helping.
"HERMIONE, YOU HAVE TO RELAX!" Harry ordered.
"Oh, easy for you to say!!!" Hermione snapped at him.
Harry couldn't help but feel a small chuckle work it's way up his throat.
"Hermione, relax," said Harry in a calming voice, "I told you, I've got you."
Harry heard Hermione let out a deep breath and felt her body beginning to relax in his arms. He smiled with relief and steadied himself and Hermione in front of him until he gained full control of his broom. Hermione made the conscious effort to lean back again as Harry had previously instructed her and he looked at her with a grin.
"See, I told you I wouldn't let you fall, " Harry reminded her.
"Yeah," agreed Hermione, while he noticed that her cheeks were still somewhat flushed, "thanks."
Again, Ron maneuvered his Clean Sweep next to Harry's and gave Hermione a gloatful sort of smile.
"Nice work, there Hermione," said Ron with a snigger.
Harry knew without looking at Hermione that she was again ready to snap back and he tightened his grip around her waist to get her attention and shook his head at her.
"You know, why don't you two save it for when we land?" suggested Harry with an amused grin.
Hermione looked back at Harry and nodded, while Ron grudgingly agreed under his breath. Then they flew off further into the night.
The rest of the flight was quiet and endearing, for Harry's part at least. The cold night wind flew against them but the warmth of someone close soothed him.
Ron was flying just close by with his begrudging look but Harry knew better and did not pay attention. He knew that once they have landed Hermione and Ron would throw a fit at each other.
"Hey Harry, you're awfully quiet," Hermione muttered. Her head still leaning against him and relaxing in his protective hold around her waist.
"Just making sure I won't get you psyched up with flying again," Harry replied glancing at her.
Hermione was smiling, the night sky was beautiful but the sun would soon rise and a part of the horizon is colored with crimson hues. "Look over there Harry. The sky is so beautiful from up here. No wonder you love flying, you can see a lot of things in a whole different prospective," she said.
"You just have to forget about your fear of flying and you'll enjoy it. I think you'll do just fine and maybe you can ride your own broom next time," Harry replied.
"So you don't like riding with me?" Hermione pretended to sound hurt.
"No, that's not what I meant. I think you'll appreciate flying more if you're on your own and besides I'm not complaining about riding with you. You don't move around so much and you're a very good riding companion minus the panic fits of course," Harry said.
Hermione started giggling and he joined along.
"Oi! You two we're taking a turn," Ron yelled out from the other side near Tonks.
Harry pulled off to the right for a long sweeping turn, he was really enjoying himself. To bad that Ron was boring a hole into the back of his head with his stare.
"Staring at anything interesting Ron?"
Ron's broom jerked down a bit, obviously he thought that Harry wouldn't notice. "No, not really." Ron sped up a bit to get ahead of them and hung around tonks's current position.
Harry chuckled softly under his breath, some times Ron was far too predicable for his own good. Unfortunatly for harry laughing while some one is pressing up against your chest will alert them to it.
"Harry what are you laughing about?" Hermione whispered curiously.
"Nothing, Ron was just staring at the back of my head."
Hermione giggled softly and snuggled farther into harry's arms to get away from the cold.
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Hermione giggled softly and snuggled farther into harry's arms to get away from the cold.
Harry closed his eyes trying to savor the moment. Subtly he sniffed her hair, his senses referring the wonderful odour.
Her bushy curls tickled at his nose, though he didn’t mind it at all. He was entranced by her smell and the way the moon light reflected the curve of her neck...
“Move to the right,” Moody whispered at his left.
Harry was shaken for a second. When did he fly by his side? And why did he have to fly at the right? A huge cloud was approaching and if he went to the indicated direction, he would only fly straight through it.
“Potter what did I say!,” Moody hissed,” The right! Turn right!”
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, but started moving. He looked down at Hermione.
Shifting his position in the broom stick, she looked over at him.
Or she looked over his shoulder.
Her frantic eyes scurried across the vast sky. Finally, he noticed, they settled on a direction. He heard her give off a small gasp.
“Harry,” he heard her soft whisper,” go faster they are coming.”
Harry closed his eyes trying to savor the moment. Subtly he sniffed her hair, his senses referring the wonderful odour.
Her bushy curls tickled at his nose, though he didn’t mind it at all. He was entranced by her smell and the way the moon light reflected the curve of her neck...
“Move to the right,” Moody whispered at his left.
Harry was shaken for a second. When did he fly by his side? And why did he have to fly at the right? A huge cloud was approaching and if he went to the indicated direction, he would only fly straight through it.
“Potter what did I say!,” Moody hissed,” The right! Turn right!”
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, but started moving. He looked down at Hermione.
Shifting his position in the broom stick, she looked over at him.
Or she looked over his shoulder.
Her frantic eyes scurried across the vast sky. Finally, he noticed, they settled on a direction. He heard her give off a small gasp.
“Harry,” he heard her soft whisper,” go faster they are coming.”
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“Harry,” he heard her soft whisper,” go faster they are coming.”
Harry's eyes widened. He wanted to look behind him, but was scared. Any gust that came would sweep Hermione off his broom and to her demise. He was scared. His eyes were wide open, he was leaning forward, Hermione was in a very uncomfortable position.
”We shouldn't have flown,” Harry heard Tonks call, amidst a cry of pain. A broom wizzed across his path, almost removing his hold on the broom. He looked left just in front of the cloud, and saw Lupin's broom fizz out of control. A glinting silver hand sparkling in front of the werewolf.
'Wormtail!' Harry angrily yelled in his mind. And if Wormtail was here, he surely wouldn't be alone. He heard Moody yell "everyone break up! Protect Potter and Granger!" before casting a Stupefy curse at Pettigrew, knocking him off-balance and away from Lupin. The squad made a protective bubble of sorts around Harry and Hermione, who were in the center, and starting firing curses at the Death Eaters.
Harry turned to Hermione, and whispered, "Mione, I want you to keep the broom leveled and moving straight ahead. Our course will lead us to Grimmauld Palace, so just fly straight." She turned frantically, eyes wide. "But Harry...." He shushed her before she could continue. "I believe in you Hermione, I know you wouldn't let me fall for anything, and i'll be here to hold on to you. I won't go anywhere, i promise."
These words calmed her down, and she slowly gripped the broom. Harry placed a protective arm around her waist, and turned to look and watch the battle. The Death Eaters and Order members were shooting various curses and hexes at each other, but weren't able to land succesful hits on each other. Suddenly, Harry saw in the corner of his eyes a flash of violet light and whipped towards it, yelling "Halacio Sepente!" A flash of rainbow colored light surrounded the duo and the curse harmlessly dissipated from it.
Hermione turned to look at Harry. "What was..." "Don't worry, i'll answer later. Keep moving Mione!" whispered Harry, and was forced to keep recasting the advanced shield charm to block the powerful curses the Death Eaters hurled at them. The Order members fired various freezing and entrapment curses, and as a couple of the spells hit the Death Eaters, Wormtail frantically charged into the circle, straight at the two.
Harry saw him coming, and thought only of protecting Hermione. A lightbulb went off in his head, and as Wormtail closed in on them, Harry whispered into Hermione's ear, "Keep going forward." With that, he flung himself off his Firebolt and rammed right into Wormtail, sending them plunging into the depths of muggle London.
Hermione's shriek pierced the stiffness of an alarmingly terrifying atmosphere.
"HARRY! Harry," she screeched desperately, chillingly dreadful thoughts running through her mind, "Harry," she repeated more weakly, tears rolling down her cheeks, burning her face with hatred for the situation she found herself in. Hermione felt the Firebolt wiggle and leaned forward, regaining control; from the left, Ron's Cleansweep approached her swiftly.
"Where's Harry?" Ron questioned precariously, and observing Hemione's downward glance, realized what happened. With a dangerous glance back at her, he plunged into the clouds, Hermione shrieking once more before being swept off balance by a nearing cloud of "Stupefy!"s. She pushed forward on the Firebolt and launched herself away from the numerous black coats, the cursing, and the fatal sounds of one falling; without controlling herself, she flew forward, as far as her eyes could see.
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“Harry,” he heard her soft whisper,” go faster they are coming.”
Harry's eyes widened. He wanted to look behind him, but was scared. Any gust that came would sweep Hermione off his broom and to her demise. He was scared. His eyes were wide open, he was leaning forward, Hermione was in a very uncomfortable position.
”We shouldn't have flown,” Harry heard Tonks call, amidst a cry of pain. A broom wizzed across his path, almost removing his hold on the broom. He looked left just in front of the cloud, and saw Lupin's broom fizz out of control. A glinting silver hand sparkling in front of the werewolf.
'Wormtail!' Harry angrily yelled in his mind. And if Wormtail was here, he surely wouldn't be alone. He heard Moody yell "everyone break up! Protect Potter and Granger!" before casting a Stupefy curse at Pettigrew, knocking him off-balance and away from Lupin. The squad made a protective bubble of sorts around Harry and Hermione, who were in the center, and starting firing curses at the Death Eaters.
Harry turned to Hermione, and whispered, "Mione, I want you to keep the broom leveled and moving straight ahead. Our course will lead us to Grimmauld Palace, so just fly straight." She turned frantically, eyes wide. "But Harry...." He shushed her before she could continue. "I believe in you Hermione, I know you wouldn't let me fall for anything, and i'll be here to hold on to you. I won't go anywhere, i promise."
These words calmed her down, and she slowly gripped the broom. Harry placed a protective arm around her waist, and turned to look and watch the battle. The Death Eaters and Order members were shooting various curses and hexes at each other, but weren't able to land succesful hits on each other. Suddenly, Harry saw in the corner of his eyes a flash of violet light and whipped towards it, yelling "Halacio Sepente!" A flash of rainbow colored light surrounded the duo and the curse harmlessly dissipated from it.
Hermione turned to look at Harry. "What was..." "Don't worry, i'll answer later. Keep moving Mione!" whispered Harry, and was forced to keep recasting the advanced shield charm to block the powerful curses the Death Eaters hurled at them. The Order members fired various freezing and entrapment curses, and as a couple of the spells hit the Death Eaters, Wormtail frantically charged into the circle, straight at the two.
Harry saw him coming, and thought only of protecting Hermione. A lightbulb went off in his head, and as Wormtail closed in on them, Harry whispered into Hermione's ear, "Keep going forward." With that, he flung himself off his Firebolt and rammed right into Wormtail, sending them plunging into the depths of muggle London.
Hermione's shriek pierced the stiffness of an alarmingly terrifying atmosphere.
"HARRY! Harry," she screeched desperately, chillingly dreadful thoughts running through her mind, "Harry," she repeated more weakly, tears rolling down her cheeks, burning her face with hatred for the situation she found herself in. Hermione felt the Firebolt wiggle and leaned forward, regaining control; from the left, Ron's Cleansweep approached her swiftly.
"Where's Harry?" Ron questioned precariously, and observing Hemione's downward glance, realized what happened. With a dangerous glance back at her, he plunged into the clouds, Hermione shrieking once more before being swept off balance by a nearing cloud of "Stupefy!"s. She pushed forward on the Firebolt and launched herself away from the numerous black coats, the cursing, and the fatal sounds of one falling; without controlling herself, she flew forward, as far as her eyes could see.
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~Bec
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Harry was holding on to the big ugly "rat"'s coat; he was holding for his dear life. Nearing the end of the clouds and beginning of muggle visibility region, Harry's mind raced with thoughts on how to preserve the Wizard World incognito state still; yet he could come up with nothing. Closing his eyes, Harry drew in a deep breath, feeling the chilly cold wind race with his heart, synonymously clothing his skin with lifelessness. Clouds upon clouds were thinning, and anxiety poked its ugly head. One...two...three...clouds are ending...three...four....five, just a meter left; six...seven...eight - here comes the view of the buildings - clouds are low today...nine...
Abyss.
Harry looked around in darkness, surprised, feeling ice against his feet and chilly wind against the rest of him. "Where am I?" he questioned. Harry knew he should be still falling, now in the eyesight range of humans, but instead, he perceived black space, as if trapped in a hole.
"Hello?" he poked the stillness carefully.
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?" his own voice replied numerously, echoing more quietly each time.
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Ok, so I was feeling extremely *ahem* weird today...hope this will suffice! It's a little...unconventional to follow, sorry!
Thanks
~Bec
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Harry was holding on to the big ugly "rat"'s coat; he was holding for his dear life. Nearing the end of the clouds and beginning of muggle visibility region, Harry's mind raced with thoughts on how to preserve the Wizard World incognito state still; yet he could come up with nothing. Closing his eyes, Harry drew in a deep breath, feeling the chilly cold wind race with his heart, synonymously clothing his skin with lifelessness. Clouds upon clouds were thinning, and anxiety poked its ugly head. One...two...three...clouds are ending...three...four....five, just a meter left; six...seven...eight - here comes the view of the buildings - clouds are low today...nine...
Abyss.
Harry looked around in darkness, surprised, feeling ice against his feet and chilly wind against the rest of him. "Where am I?" he questioned. Harry knew he should be still falling, now in the eyesight range of humans, but instead, he perceived black space, as if trapped in a hole.
"Hello?" he poked the stillness carefully.
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?" his own voice replied numerously, echoing more quietly each time.
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Ok, so I was feeling extremely *ahem* weird today...hope this will suffice! It's a little...unconventional to follow, sorry!
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?" his own voice replied numerously, echoing more quietly each time.
Harry attempted to stand up, but found that his legs felt like little crackers that got stuck in the rain too long. He searched his pockets for his wand, but found that they were empty. He began to search for his wand, groping the floor around his, which gave a cold chill that ran down his spine. "Come on, where is it.....Lumos.." Harry mumbled to himself, and suddenly, a bright light came from just behind him. He grabbed his wand, and held it high above him.
As he looked around, he observed that he was in a deep tunnel, and as he looked down one of the paths, he saw a faint, teeny light. It was just like the one in his heart, yearning for someone, his mind coming up with thoughts of Hermione, and most immediately after, his promise not to leave her alone. He had to get back to her, and finding a stick to brace himself on, hobbled towards the light, grimacing in pain as he went.
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Hermione stopped, and turned around to see just how far she had actually went. She saw that she was at least a good distance from the battle, but as she narrowed her eyes to get a good look, she noticed that the number of Death Eaters were gradually getting lower and lower. And finally, the last Death Eater disapparated, leaving behind a group of several very exhausted Order members.
As Hermione counted the number of people there, she saw that Ron had come back above the clouds, a haunted expression on his face. She swiftly moved towards Ron, a look of despair in her eyes that were hidden behind her taut face. "I saw him fall," Ron started. "He was yelling, reaching out to me, and as i grew closer, it was as if he disappeared, into a dark veil, and left Pettigrew to fall." With this, Hermione looked around, and saw the petrified body of the fallen Marauder, and thought otherwise. "We have to find Harry! He's still in recovery from Sirius, and this could just hurt him more!" She yelled, secretly thinking 'He needs me, I can feel it. He's calling for me....'
Harry attempted to stand up, but found that his legs felt like little crackers that got stuck in the rain too long. He searched his pockets for his wand, but found that they were empty. He began to search for his wand, groping the floor around his, which gave a cold chill that ran down his spine. "Come on, where is it.....Lumos.." Harry mumbled to himself, and suddenly, a bright light came from just behind him. He grabbed his wand, and held it high above him.
As he looked around, he observed that he was in a deep tunnel, and as he looked down one of the paths, he saw a faint, teeny light. It was just like the one in his heart, yearning for someone, his mind coming up with thoughts of Hermione, and most immediately after, his promise not to leave her alone. He had to get back to her, and finding a stick to brace himself on, hobbled towards the light, grimacing in pain as he went.
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Hermione stopped, and turned around to see just how far she had actually went. She saw that she was at least a good distance from the battle, but as she narrowed her eyes to get a good look, she noticed that the number of Death Eaters were gradually getting lower and lower. And finally, the last Death Eater disapparated, leaving behind a group of several very exhausted Order members.
As Hermione counted the number of people there, she saw that Ron had come back above the clouds, a haunted expression on his face. She swiftly moved towards Ron, a look of despair in her eyes that were hidden behind her taut face. "I saw him fall," Ron started. "He was yelling, reaching out to me, and as i grew closer, it was as if he disappeared, into a dark veil, and left Pettigrew to fall." With this, Hermione looked around, and saw the petrified body of the fallen Marauder, and thought otherwise. "We have to find Harry! He's still in recovery from Sirius, and this could just hurt him more!" She yelled, secretly thinking 'He needs me, I can feel it. He's calling for me....'
"We have to find Harry! He's still in recovery from Sirius, and this could just hurt him more!" She yelled, secretly thinking 'He needs me, I can feel it. He's calling for me....'
"Hermione, we have to get back to head quarters the Order will look for Harry," Ron said.
"We can't leave , we have to find Harry. He needs us. We can't just leave him. We don't even know where on earth he is now," Hermione retorted between sobs.
Tonks flew close to them. "Hermione, listen to Ron, we have to go now. Moody and the rest will look for Harry. We need to make sure you're safe. Ron and I will fly close to you." Tonks instructed.
"But I don't want to go. I want to help look for Harry," Hermione blurted. "I want to know if he's okay," she cried.
"Hermione, stop it. Harry would want you to be safe. That's why he went all the way to protect you from Pettigrew. They'll find Harry but we have to go now," Ron said.
Hermione felt herself grow weaker as if almost ready to faint. Tonks Immediately got a hold of her and Ron steadied the firebolt.
"Go now! We'll try and look for Harry. Tonks Alert the others and tell Dumbledore what has happened," Moody ordered before they flew off to Grimmauld.
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The dark tunnel was very long. Harry couldn't quiet figure out how long he had been walking. It felt like he had been tracing a path with no end. The light from the distance grow faint everytime he stopped.
"Have to keep going," he told himself. "I have to see Hermione--"
Erm, little note. This is not my contribution. I am posting it for Scribbler, who is having posting trouble. So here it is.
"Have to keep going," he told himself. "I have to see Hermione--"
'I have to see Ron.' If anything happens to anyone, it's my fault. My fault, everything's always my fault. Why did this all have to happen to me?'
Harry slumped against the coarse wall he was tracing his paths with. He had made his way through the dark tunnel by quite a way, but the formation of the rocks had not changed in the slightest. They were still as coarse as each other, and damp too. His hands were raw from rubbing them on the wall, and his eyes were blood shot.
A single moment replayed through his mind. The image of Sybill Trelawney's head, glistening in the silver shade in which he had witnessed it, reciting the prophecy. The prophecy that belonged to him. The prophecy that, as it was going, would be his own demise. His annoyance of not being able to know everything it meant was killing him from the inside. It was tormenting him, as his cousin did.
He screwed up his hand and hit the wall, blood started trickling from his knuckle, and he knelt, seeming to accept his fate, nothingness. He had given up on life, given up on everything that made him human. But inside, there were two things, above all others, that were keeping him from giving up hope.
Deep in his heart, the two voices he heard so often were telling him never to give up. His expressionless face turned into a slight smile. How he wished his two best friends were there with him. He started calling out their names, "Ron ... Hermione ... Ron ..."
"Have to keep going," he told himself. "I have to see Hermione--"
'I have to see Ron.' If anything happens to anyone, it's my fault. My fault, everything's always my fault. Why did this all have to happen to me?'
Harry slumped against the coarse wall he was tracing his paths with. He had made his way through the dark tunnel by quite a way, but the formation of the rocks had not changed in the slightest. They were still as coarse as each other, and damp too. His hands were raw from rubbing them on the wall, and his eyes were blood shot.
A single moment replayed through his mind. The image of Sybill Trelawney's head, glistening in the silver shade in which he had witnessed it, reciting the prophecy. The prophecy that belonged to him. The prophecy that, as it was going, would be his own demise. His annoyance of not being able to know everything it meant was killing him from the inside. It was tormenting him, as his cousin did.
He screwed up his hand and hit the wall, blood started trickling from his knuckle, and he knelt, seeming to accept his fate, nothingness. He had given up on life, given up on everything that made him human. But inside, there were two things, above all others, that were keeping him from giving up hope.
Deep in his heart, the two voices he heard so often were telling him never to give up. His expressionless face turned into a slight smile. How he wished his two best friends were there with him. He started calling out their names, "Ron ... Hermione ... Ron ..."
Deep in his heart, the two voices he heard so often were telling him never to give up. His expressionless face turned into a slight smile. How he wished his two best friends were there with him. He started calling out their names, "Ron ... Hermione ... Ron ..."
Harry released a depressed sigh when all he heard were the echoes of his calls. He didn’t expect anyone to answer him. He knew wherever he was; he was alone. He took in a deep breath as he braced himself against the rough wall again, the stinging from his knuckles slowly surfacing. He ignored it and continued on his way to what seemed like an unobtainable destination.
Harry suddenly felt something brush by his leg. It felt almost like an animal. Harry immediately lowered his wand lit wand and scanned the area around his legs. He found nothing. He raised his wand again above his head, wondering if he had just imagined it. However upon taking another step forward, he felt it brush by him again.
“What in the –-” Harry was cut off by what seemed like a low growl. He hesitantly lowered his wand again and looked behind him.
He small squeak left his throat when he found a large white wolf behind him. Its fangs were bare and drool slowly dripped down its jaw. The wolf’s hair was sticking up and its front legs were lowered, almost gesturing that it was about to leap upon Harry.
“Nice…wolf,” Harry muttered as he slowly took a step away from the fierce animal, taking aim with his wand. He knew in order to fire a spell he needed to extinguish the light his wand was emitting. However, by doing so, he would lose sight of his target for a split second, allowing the wolf to attack without mercy.
I have to risk it, his mind said. You can’t wait her all night and stare at it. It’s going to attack you sooner or later…better stop it when you can.
Harry took in another deep breath, his eyes focused on the wolf’s dark ones.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Harry heard a calm voice say from behind him. “She doesn’t like it when wands are pointed at her. Believe me, no matter what you do…whatever spell you choose…it will miss her and she will kill you.”
“What do you suppose I do then?” Harry quickly asked, not bothering to turn to face the stranger behind him.
“Lower your wand,” the voice said matter-of-factly tone. “If you don’t, she will kill you.”
“How can you be so sure that she won’t attack once I lower my wand?”
“She’s my wolf. I know her best.”
Upon hearing this, Harry’s grip on his wand tightened. He cautiously turned and looked over his shoulder to find a very tall man that had a striking resemblance to that of Albus Dumbledore. However, his long beard was dark, his eyes were pale, and his gray robes were as tattered and damaged as Lupin’s.
“Trust me, Mr. Potter,” the man said with a calm and friendly voice. “No harm will come to you. Chandra is pretty harmless when she doesn’t feel threatened.”
“Chandra…” Harry whispered to himself as he returned his stare back to the enraged wolf. Despite what his mind screamed, Harry felt something in his loins that he could trust the man. Without another moment of hesitation, Harry lowered his wand and almost immediately, Chandra’s fervor vanished.
With a snap of the man’s fingers, Harry felt his body become weightless and a bright light consumed him. His body felt like it was freezing and burning at the same time and he felt as if his very life was being sucked out of him. However before he was ready to give in to what seemed like death, he felt his feet make contact with soft wet grass.
Harry opened his eyes and found himself standing on the front lawn of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry turned and his eyes fell upon the man and his wolf.
“Who…who are you?”
“My name is Lasater,” the man replied with a soft smile. “I’m a very very old friend of Albus Dumbledore.”
“Thanks…er…for helping me,” Harry replied sheepishly, uncertain of how he should express his gratitude.
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Potter,” Lasater bowed his head. “Listen, I can’t stay here very much longer. Please deliver a message to Albus for me. Tell him that it has begun and all our backup contingencies have failed. Everything that we have built is slowly starting to crumble. Please tell Albus that…that we must rely on the unimaginable…he will understand what I mean. Can you tell him that for me?”
“Yeah…sure,” Harry nodded and before another word could be said, Lasater and Chandra disappeared with a cloud of smoke.
Harry released a depressed sigh when all he heard were the echoes of his calls. He didn’t expect anyone to answer him. He knew wherever he was; he was alone. He took in a deep breath as he braced himself against the rough wall again, the stinging from his knuckles slowly surfacing. He ignored it and continued on his way to what seemed like an unobtainable destination.
Harry suddenly felt something brush by his leg. It felt almost like an animal. Harry immediately lowered his wand lit wand and scanned the area around his legs. He found nothing. He raised his wand again above his head, wondering if he had just imagined it. However upon taking another step forward, he felt it brush by him again.
“What in the –-” Harry was cut off by what seemed like a low growl. He hesitantly lowered his wand again and looked behind him.
He small squeak left his throat when he found a large white wolf behind him. Its fangs were bare and drool slowly dripped down its jaw. The wolf’s hair was sticking up and its front legs were lowered, almost gesturing that it was about to leap upon Harry.
“Nice…wolf,” Harry muttered as he slowly took a step away from the fierce animal, taking aim with his wand. He knew in order to fire a spell he needed to extinguish the light his wand was emitting. However, by doing so, he would lose sight of his target for a split second, allowing the wolf to attack without mercy.
I have to risk it, his mind said. You can’t wait her all night and stare at it. It’s going to attack you sooner or later…better stop it when you can.
Harry took in another deep breath, his eyes focused on the wolf’s dark ones.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Harry heard a calm voice say from behind him. “She doesn’t like it when wands are pointed at her. Believe me, no matter what you do…whatever spell you choose…it will miss her and she will kill you.”
“What do you suppose I do then?” Harry quickly asked, not bothering to turn to face the stranger behind him.
“Lower your wand,” the voice said matter-of-factly tone. “If you don’t, she will kill you.”
“How can you be so sure that she won’t attack once I lower my wand?”
“She’s my wolf. I know her best.”
Upon hearing this, Harry’s grip on his wand tightened. He cautiously turned and looked over his shoulder to find a very tall man that had a striking resemblance to that of Albus Dumbledore. However, his long beard was dark, his eyes were pale, and his gray robes were as tattered and damaged as Lupin’s.
“Trust me, Mr. Potter,” the man said with a calm and friendly voice. “No harm will come to you. Chandra is pretty harmless when she doesn’t feel threatened.”
“Chandra…” Harry whispered to himself as he returned his stare back to the enraged wolf. Despite what his mind screamed, Harry felt something in his loins that he could trust the man. Without another moment of hesitation, Harry lowered his wand and almost immediately, Chandra’s fervor vanished.
With a snap of the man’s fingers, Harry felt his body become weightless and a bright light consumed him. His body felt like it was freezing and burning at the same time and he felt as if his very life was being sucked out of him. However before he was ready to give in to what seemed like death, he felt his feet make contact with soft wet grass.
Harry opened his eyes and found himself standing on the front lawn of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry turned and his eyes fell upon the man and his wolf.
“Who…who are you?”
“My name is Lasater,” the man replied with a soft smile. “I’m a very very old friend of Albus Dumbledore.”
“Thanks…er…for helping me,” Harry replied sheepishly, uncertain of how he should express his gratitude.
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Potter,” Lasater bowed his head. “Listen, I can’t stay here very much longer. Please deliver a message to Albus for me. Tell him that it has begun and all our backup contingencies have failed. Everything that we have built is slowly starting to crumble. Please tell Albus that…that we must rely on the unimaginable…he will understand what I mean. Can you tell him that for me?”
“Yeah…sure,” Harry nodded and before another word could be said, Lasater and Chandra disappeared with a cloud of smoke.
“Yeah…sure,” Harry nodded and before another word could be said, Lasater and Chandra disappeared with a cloud of smoke.
Harry made his way to the front door. He had the most odd experience walking that unending tunner and meeting an old man and his wolf and now standing in front of #12 Grimmauld without knowing how he got there.
He knocked on the door and he could hear Sirius's mum's portrait shrieking with dismay, yelling curses at whom ever were inside the house.
Tonk answered the door ans was startled to see that it was Harry right in front of her. "Harry!" she said and she instantly pulled him inside. "Where in the bloody blazes were you? The other's are still out there searching," Tonks said in one breathe.
"I'll tell you later but where are Hermione and Ron are they alright?" Harry asked as he anxiously looked up the stairs.
"Ron's looking after Hermione. She fainted when she saw you fall down with that traitor rat," Tonks explained.
"This is all my fault. I hope she's alright," he grunted as he ran up the stairs and made the portraits create a racket again.
"Go on see her. I'll take care of these silly portraits," Tonks retorted. "Shut up or i'll burn all of you--"
Harry ran as fast as he could to get to the room where Hermione was staying in. When he entered the room he saw Ron seated at a chair next to Hermione's bed.
"Harry! You're back," Ron said as he stood up to greet his friend. "What happened? Where did you land, anyway?"
"It's a long story I'll tell you about it when Hermione wakes up. How is she?" Harry asked as he took Ron's former seat and held Hermione's hand tightly.
"I think she was really scared with the whole incident. She fainted while we were still flying. Good thing Tonks and I were close to her," Ron explained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I got you all worried," he said as he stared at the sleeping Hermione.
"She's not really hurt just exhausted and scared but she'll do fine. Tonks gave her some potion to drink ," Ron said.
"I'm just glad nothing bad really happened to both of you," Harry replied and gave Ron a big heart felt smile.
"And, I'm glad nothing happened to you. We didn't know where you fell and how on earth you got here," Ron asked.
Hermione suddenly stirred. When she opened her eyes and saw Harry by her bedside she suddenly sat up and threw her arms around him.
"You're safe. Thank goodness, you're okay, Harry!" she cried.
"Hermione, it's alright. nothing happened. I'm okay," Harry said as he stroked her bushy brown hair.
"I thought we were going to lose you. I wanted to look for you but they said we should leave for safety--" Hermione tried to explain.
"And they're right Hermione. Good thing you and Ron are okay. You wouldn't know how bad i'll feel if i lose either of you," Harry muttered and smiled at Ron.
Harry made his way to the front door. He had the most odd experience walking that unending tunner and meeting an old man and his wolf and now standing in front of #12 Grimmauld without knowing how he got there.
He knocked on the door and he could hear Sirius's mum's portrait shrieking with dismay, yelling curses at whom ever were inside the house.
Tonk answered the door ans was startled to see that it was Harry right in front of her. "Harry!" she said and she instantly pulled him inside. "Where in the bloody blazes were you? The other's are still out there searching," Tonks said in one breathe.
"I'll tell you later but where are Hermione and Ron are they alright?" Harry asked as he anxiously looked up the stairs.
"Ron's looking after Hermione. She fainted when she saw you fall down with that traitor rat," Tonks explained.
"This is all my fault. I hope she's alright," he grunted as he ran up the stairs and made the portraits create a racket again.
"Go on see her. I'll take care of these silly portraits," Tonks retorted. "Shut up or i'll burn all of you--"
Harry ran as fast as he could to get to the room where Hermione was staying in. When he entered the room he saw Ron seated at a chair next to Hermione's bed.
"Harry! You're back," Ron said as he stood up to greet his friend. "What happened? Where did you land, anyway?"
"It's a long story I'll tell you about it when Hermione wakes up. How is she?" Harry asked as he took Ron's former seat and held Hermione's hand tightly.
"I think she was really scared with the whole incident. She fainted while we were still flying. Good thing Tonks and I were close to her," Ron explained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I got you all worried," he said as he stared at the sleeping Hermione.
"She's not really hurt just exhausted and scared but she'll do fine. Tonks gave her some potion to drink ," Ron said.
"I'm just glad nothing bad really happened to both of you," Harry replied and gave Ron a big heart felt smile.
"And, I'm glad nothing happened to you. We didn't know where you fell and how on earth you got here," Ron asked.
Hermione suddenly stirred. When she opened her eyes and saw Harry by her bedside she suddenly sat up and threw her arms around him.
"You're safe. Thank goodness, you're okay, Harry!" she cried.
"Hermione, it's alright. nothing happened. I'm okay," Harry said as he stroked her bushy brown hair.
"I thought we were going to lose you. I wanted to look for you but they said we should leave for safety--" Hermione tried to explain.
"And they're right Hermione. Good thing you and Ron are okay. You wouldn't know how bad i'll feel if i lose either of you," Harry muttered and smiled at Ron.
"And they're right Hermione. Good thing you and Ron are okay. You wouldn't know how bad i'll feel if i lose either of you," Harry muttered and smiled at Ron.
Ron smiled back at Harry, buy Harry couldn't help but notice the vein pulsing over his left eye brow. Harry looked back at Hermione and soon realized that they still had their arms around each other, her face buried in the nape of his neck.
"Maybe I should leave you two alone," Ron huffed as he turned away from them, grumbling as he made his way towards the door.
However before Harry had a chance to say a word, the door of their room burst open, causing the trio to literally jump.
Ron smiled back at Harry, buy Harry couldn't help but notice the vein pulsing over his left eye brow. Harry looked back at Hermione and soon realized that they still had their arms around each other, her face buried in the nape of his neck.
"Maybe I should leave you two alone," Ron huffed as he turned away from them, grumbling as he made his way towards the door.
However before Harry had a chance to say a word, the door of their room burst open, causing the trio to literally jump.
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