Chapter one
Diclaimer-
I own nothing in here
Iwill try to make it clear
It all belongs to J.K the Great and the Warner Bros too
Her ideas i have only borrowed, altough quite a few
So, please, sue me not
For if you do, you will not recieve a lot.
this story is an alternate ending to ootp, and takes off from page 724, paragraph six, and
is right after professor McGonnagal gets stunned during the astronomy O.W.L, Hagrid runs off, and the Gryffindors are back in their common room.
It was nearly four in the morning before the common room cleared. Harry felt wide awake- the image of Hagrid sprinting away into the dark was haunting him. he was so angry with Umbridge he could not think of a punishment bad enough for he, although Ron's suggestion of having her fed to a box of starving Blast- Ended Skrewts had its merits.
He fell asleep contemplating hideous revenges, and he thought of what the Marauders would have done in a situation like this. then, his thoughts roamed to Sirius. once asleep, he dreamed of the day they left Grimauld Place last time, he remembered Sirius giving him that package... he had never gotten around to opening it.
Harry awoke dying to know what Sirius had given him. he rushed over to his trunk, and riffled through its contents until he came upon a small brown package.
"what's that?" Ron asked, standing over Harry's shoulder.
"its something Sirius gave me the night we left, after Christmas. I had forgotten all about it!
he quickly unwrapped it-, which didn't take long for it was badly wrapped- and examined the object that lay
revealed his palm. it was a small mirror, looking dirty and old. Harry held it up to his face and
saw his own reflection looking back at him. He turned the mirror over. there on the reverse was a scribbled note from Sirius.
This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other.
if you need to speak to me, just say my name
Into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be
able to talk to you in yours. James and I used to use
them when we were in separate detentions.
"woah... cool.." Ron muttered, after harry showed him what Sirius wrote.
" maybe he'll know if Hagrid's all right" harry mused. fingering the edge of the mirror.
"well, you have plenty of time, mate, next exam isn't 'till the afternoon." Ron said, glancing at
the clock.
"right...well, hope this works!" Harry squinted at the grubby mirror in his palm, and Ron sat down next to him, also peering into the mirror.
"Sirius?" said Harry hopefully. "are you there?" he waited for an answer, and after half a minute, which seemed like hours, Sirius' face appeared in the mirror.
"Harry?" he asked "what is it? Harry jumped a bit at hearing Sirius' voice.
" woah...cool, it does work!" exclaimed Ron, excitement crossing his face
" Hey, Sirius, do you know what happened to Hagrid?" Harry asked.
"yeah, I heard about what happened. Remus said he is probably hiding in the mountains or something."
"so he is alright?"
"yeah, don't worry about it too much, Harry. you need to concentrate on your O.W.Ls! is there anything else you wanted?"
"oh, no, I guess I had better study up a bit, we've got History of Magic this afternoon"
Sirius winced in sympathy
"ok, kiddo, remember to contact me if you need anything. Good luck!" and with a little wave, Sirius faded from sight.
Ron looked at harry.
"that could come in handy if you are attacked or something... you should carry it with you" he said. His stomach growled
"c'mon, Harry, lets grab some breakfast before I starve to death" Ron got up and went to the door, and Harry followed
"if you die, you won't have to suffer through any more exams, Ron!" Harry joked
"you have a point there, mate" said Ron, in mock seriousness. the two headed down the stairs, in the direction of the Great Hall. They soon spotted Hermione behind a huge book, reading as fast as possible. Harry and Ron sat on either side of her, and grabbed themselves some food. Harry leaned over and prodded her in the shoulder.
"hey! Hermione!" her whispered sharply in her ear. she tore her eyes from the book she was reading, and looked at him
"what?" she asked, irritated. Harry and Ron then told her about the mirror Sirius gave harry, and what he said about Hagrid.
"Ron's right, Harry. that mirror could be dead useful. do you have it on you?" she whispered over the edge of her book.
Harry nodded in response.
Harry would have much liked to go back to bead right after breakfast, but he had been counting on the morning for a spot of last- minute studying, so instead he sat with his head in his hands by the common room window, trying not to doze off as he read through some of the notes stacked three- and- a- half feet high that Hermione had lent him.
The fifth years entered the Great Hall at two o'clock and took their places in front of their overturned examination papers. Harry felt exhausted. He just wanted this to be over so that he could go and get some sleep. Then tomorrow, he and Ron were going to go down to the Quidditch pitch- he was going to have a fly on Ron's broom and savor their freedom from studying...
"Turn over your papers," said Professor Marchbanks from the front of the Hall, flicking over the giant hourglass. "You may begin..."
Harry stared fixedly at the first question. It was several seconds before it occurred to him that he had not taken in a word of it; there was a wasp buzzing distractingly against one of the high windows. Slowly, tortuously, he began to write an answer.
Think, he told himself, his face in his hands, while all around him quills scratched out never-ending answers and the sand trickled through the hourglass up front....
Just as his mind began to lead him down the cool dark corridor to the Department of mysteries, the sharp edge of Sirius' mirror poked into him, jerking awake. he looked down on his pretty much answer-less paper, and inwardly groaned. he new he couldn't possibly remember all the names and dates, so he turned back to his old remedy; making it up. 'oh, well, at lest I tried' he thought to himself. as he scribbled his last answer, Professor Marchbanks told everyone that the time was up. the room let out a collective sigh, and the students drained out of the Great Hall. Harry saw Ron and Hermione waiting for him at the end of the stairs. Ron's face was slightly grey, but standing next to him, Hermione was smiling in relief.
" How do you think you did, Harry?" she asked.
"couldn't remember the dates or anything, so I sorta.. guessed a bit." Ron looked relieved, probably because he did the same thing.
"well, no worries, mate, the History of Magic O.W.L is pretty pointless..." Ron reassured Harry, who at the moment was looking quite exhausted. "you need some rest, Harry, it looks like you haven't slept in ages"
"yeah, lets head back to the common room" put in Hermione, temporarily letting Ron's comment about the test slide.
The three Gryffindor's trudged up the stairs in silence. after saying the password, harry staggered up to his dorm, plopped into his bead, and fell asleep, robes and all.
{insert Voldemort-induced vision, page 726 -american hardback version-. i do not wish to write it all...}
Harry hit the ground and awoke, still yelling, his scar on fire, as the dorm erupted around him.
"HARRY!" Ron's face appeared, pale and worried. "what happened? was someone attacked?" harry sat up, and pressed his hands over his scar.
"Sirius! he...he's got him... in the Department of mysteries... Voldemort was torturing him..." Ron gasped at Harry's words.
"are you sure? I mean... can you tell if it is real? like with what happened with dad?" Ron asked slowly, unsertain panic rising in his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure... hey, waitaminute, maybe he has the mirror on him! I can see if he's ok!" harry fundeled in his pockets until he came across the mirror. bringing it up to his face, he said
"Sirius? are... are you there?" his voice shook with anticipation. he let out a sigh of relief as Sirius' face faded into view.
"harry? is something wrong? what happened?" he asked, obviously worried by the tone of Harry's voice.
"I-I saw Voldemort...he was...well...torturing you...but-you don't look like it... you are all right, aren't you?" Harry peered into Sirius' face, looking for sings of pain. Sirius looked confused.
"tortured? no, I haven't been tortured, haven't even left Grimauld place for months! Voldemort was probably trying to lure you out of Hogwarts... you should tell somebody, harry"
"but who? Dumbeldore's gone...and Hagrid-"
"what about professor McGonnagal? we could talk to her, and just pretend we are visiting her in the hospital wing" Ron commented.
"yeah, Ron you're right! well, we better go, Sirius! be careful, I wouldn't want my dream to come true!" Harry and Ron got up from their spots on Harry's bed, an rushed down the stairs to the common room. they immediately spotted Hermione sitting in a squishy armchair near the fire, her eyes closed and her head resting on her shoulder.
"Hermione" Ron whispered urgently, prodding her shoulder. she opened her eyes, and looked up at them, confused.
"whu...Ron? harry? what is it?" harry and Ron then told her what happened in hushed voices, making sure none of the few people left in the common room could hear them. when they finished, Hermione leapt to her feet.
"what are we waiting for?" she hissed, rushing out the portrait hole, earning a flabbergasted 'hey' from the Fat Lady. the trio ran down the corridors, tripping over a few first years that were heading down to the great hall. they finally reached the hospital wing, panting, and flung open the doors. Madam Pomfrey, who had been organizing bottles on a shelf near the far side of the room, let out a shriek. "what in Merlin's beard do you think you are doing?" she looked down at them disapprovingly. "what have you done this time?" she looked at harry when she said this, obviously thinking he had injured himself again. it was Hermione who piped up, regaining an innocent posture.
"we wish to speak with professor McGonnogal." she looked around at the beds, trying to find the professor, but having no such luck. harry was also looking, and seeing her not there, asked
"where is she?" Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"she was transferred to St.Mungo's this morning. four stunning spells straight to the chest at her age? It's a wonder they didn't kill her."
"she's...gone?" said Ron, stunned
"yes, Mr. Weasley, and I suggest you leave too, I have patients here!" madam Pomfrey turned her back on them, and continued her work at organizing various potions on the shelf.
"I guess there is nothing else we can do. c'mon, harry" Ron said, seeing his friends face fall "I heard Seamus and dean are planning some big end-of-exams party." Ron took Harry's shoulder, and steered him out the door, Hermione following behind them.
"yeah, harry, maybe the party will ease you mind a bit..." she added hopefully. the three walked back to the common room, passing a few people sneaking food from the kitchens on their way.
"don't stay up too late!" the Fat Lady told them when they reached the portrait hole. just as he was about to say the password, Harry's scar erupted in pain.
"well, something has really pissed him off this time" he mused, before falling into darkness.
Authors Note-
More to come, I promise! the quicker you review, the quicker I write!
