Harry Potter and the World Untold
Part 1 – A Memory In Time
By: Cho
The air was ice cold, and the only noise you could hear was the laughter from
The Three
Broomsticks and faint footsteps. Tap, tap, tap. Coming closer and closer. A
cloak swished in
the midnight wind. The young witch pulled her hair away from her face,
and there on her
forehead was a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
The witch
was in her late twenties, her hair slightly bushy and teeth slightly smaller
than
they used to be. Yet the scar on her head was less than month old and was
caused not by self-
infliction, but by one of her best friends. Going even further back than a
month, in fact back
another ten years, took you back to her favorite place, Hogwarts. Where it all
began.
Hermione
stepped out of her last exam, a smile on her face. Potions seemed easy
enough. Hermione was sure she'd pass. Being head girl,
she was expected to get good marks.
In fact, some of the best. Snape must have been feeling sorry for them. A very
unusual
occurrence. "The slimy git usually doesn't care," she thought
to herself. But since Voldemort
last tried to kill him and Harry, Snape had been not nice, but as close as it
gets when you're a
Slytherin.
"Hermione, Hermione!" She was jolted back to reality.
"Wait
up, " panted Harry. "We've been calling from half way down the
corridor."
"Boy
you can walk fast," Said Ron, slightly wheezing, his face nearly as red as
his hair.
"How
did you two do then?" asked Hermione inquisitively.
"I'm
not head boy for nothing," smiled Ron. A few years back it looked unlikely
that Ron
would be head boy, or even a prefect, but it might have been something inside
him, or it might
have been sharp knock on the head from Neville Longbottom. Which ever one it
was, it had
worked.
Harry was
less certain, "Pretty good, I think." Harry, though smart,
showed more of a
talent in Qudditch than most of his schoolwork. He had been the youngest
seeker in a century,
and he was also one of the best.
"Harry,
good luck on the match tomorrow, though you don't need it."
"Tomorrow is
the final match. Gryffindor against Slytherin." Harry felt an
ice cube
sliding down his back. Why did Ron have to remind him he was nervous enough as
it was?
"Oh,
Viktor Krum was going to come and see you. He had some important news to
ask
you."
Harry looked
up. "You still keep in touch with him?"
"Of
course I do," she replied.
"Are you…"
asked Ron pausing.
"I
don't know," said Hermione, with a tear in her eye.
Harry didn't
get much sleep that night. Then again, he rarely did. Nightmares
flooded
his mind. His mother's death, his father's bravery, Voldemort's rebirth,
and the black mark - these
images turned in Harry's head, spinning as though a whirlpool had conquered his
mind. He was
drowning, gasping for air. He woke with a jolt, his scar hurting.
Ron was standing there with
Neville by his side and an empty cup of water. "You were screaming
in your sleep."
It was
nearly time to go. Harry sat up suddenly. "The
match." He quickly pulled on his
robes.
He met
Hermione at the bottom of the stairs. She shoved a bacon roll into his
hand.
"Run. Eat this on the way," she had said. Harry ran, his
broom in one hand, and his roll in the
other.
"Team
captains aren't supposed to be late," said Draco Malfoy.
"As if
you're ever early," Harry said with a scowl.
"Stop
arguing, boys. The match is about to begin," said Madame Hooch.
The whistle
blew and Harry started by doing a few laps of the field. He scanned the
crowd. He saw many a comforting thing. The banner that was used in his
first match was still
there - the charm had aged and looked a wee bit weary, but the banner still
shined from the
crowd as it had done on that first day. "Who had kept it for seven
years?" he thought. Then he
saw Ron with a large grin on his face, and Cho was also there smiling up at
him. She always
knew Harry liked her, but time was quick and she was now working for the
Ministry of Magic
after leaving school almost a year ago. Two other things made him smile - a
smiling Hermione
with Krum's arms around her and a big black a shaggy dog that was his godfather,
Sirius.
"Longbottom scores for Gryffindor," he heard Ginny Weasley
shout. She was the
commentator after Lee Jordan left. He scanned the pitch for sight of the
Golden Snitch. A flash
of gold he dived but so did Malfoy. It was a race between Malfoy, who was
closer, and Harry,
who had the better broom.
"They're speeding up - someone's going to crash!" Harry
swerved, and at the same time
the golden snitch jolted behind him - "Oh, that must have been
sore!" Harry saw Malfoy. He
must have fallen. Then he saw it a few centimeters away, the
Snitch! He reached out and
grabbed it. It was over. The game lasted not even five minutes, but
the Gryffindor crowd
cheered and cheered. "Gryffindor is the winner!" Reported
Ginny joyfully, though she didn't
need to.
"HARRY,
WE WON!" Cried the rest of the team. Creevey nearly fell off of his
broom
with excitement. Hermione was jumping up and down excitedly. Krum's
face was in a big
smile and Ron was crying, "We won!!!!!!!!!"
As loud as
he could, Krum whispered something in Harry's ear. Harry sat down in
shock. He couldn't speak. He mouthed, "Really?"
Krum
nodded. "The English team wants you. You're one of the best in
the country!"
Harry couldn't believe it. The English team wanted him to be their
Seeker. Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw a dog barking around in circles and Professor Dumbledore
smiling and petting
it. The party in the Gryffindor common room was amazing. Mrs Weasley sent
congratulation
presents to everyone.
Hermione
patted Harry's arm. "Come on," she whispered. She slipped
through the door
leading to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. Ron followed her,
and then Harry
slipped through the door unnoticed. Everyone was too busy to notice the
strange
disappearances.
"I
thought we'd go and see Hagrid," said Hermione. They strolled
through the grounds
talking of the days events. Then suddenly, from nowhere, Hermione asked,
"What was in your
dream, Harry? Ron said you were late because you had a dream."
"Well,
Voldemort," Ron winced, "was coming to get me, but you protected
me. And
then there was something about a curse, except I took my mother's place and then
I disappeared
again. And you… Oh! I can't remember!" He said,
clutching his head.
In the dark,
the wind blew. It was easy to mistake the wind for erie cries, but there
was
no mistaking this...
"Shall
I help you remember?" came a whisper from the trees. Harry spun
around.
Hermione took out here wand. "Lumos!" She cried. A
brilliant light shot out from her wand.
"Voldemort," she whispered they backed off in shock. Ron turned
white.
"Don't
try anything," said Voldemort calmly. "I know you're
animagi. Illegal ones, at
that, and I …"
Hermione looked straight into his eyes before saying, "You
touch any of these two you
must get through me." Harry's scar was burning.
"Get
out of the way, you silly girl." Harry's nightmares came flooding
back to him. It
sounded exactly like his mother's death.
"Take
me!" Harry cried, "I'm the one you want."
"But
you're wrong," smiled Voldemort, and he laughed. "I am not
going to kill you or
your little friends. Well, not yet," He smiled, a look of evil on his
face.
"What
do you mean?" Cried Hermione.
"In ten
years time I will be at the height of my powers, but according to old magic, if
I
drink the blood of the three people that brought my downfall many times, I will
be even stronger
- probably invincible. In ten years time, you will be more experienced,
more dangerous. You
three are my perfect target."
Hermione,
still looking at him, said, "You will never live so long. The
strongest forces
in the world will never let it happen."
He whipped
his wand out of his robe. "Shut up, you silly girl. You do not
know what
you're saying." A stunning spell shot from out of is wand, towards
Hermione. Ron and Harry
grabbed Hermione and pushed her back onto the ground. The spell missed
her, but Harry and
Ron were stunned. The spell had hit them at full blast.
Professor
Snape was running towards them, closely followed by Dumbledore.
"Fool!"
Voldemort shouted towards Snape, "You left the winning team a long
time ago and I trusted
you."
Voldemort
grabbed Ron and Harry. Hermione was left screaming frantically in a heap
on the ground. He touched the tree, Disapparating Ron and Harry with him.
"It was
a portkey," whispered Dumbledore. He touched it, but it was to late
- it had
been disabled. Hermione cried. Her guilt about Ron and Harry saving
her filled her like hot
soup.
"If
only I'd held him off... if only..." Dumbledore put a finger to her
lips. He looked at
her face as though reading her mind.
"Snape,
take her up to the hospital wing. See that Poppy treats her well."
This was
part of a memory of the woman that opened the Three Broomsticks' door.
She
had searched for years for her friends, but no trace had been found of them
until five years after
her encounter with the Dark Lord.
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