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 favourite 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. Whichever 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 tell
you ."
Harry looked up. "You still keep in touch with him?"
"Of course I do," she replied.
"Are you…" asked Ron pausing.
"I dont 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, 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 who 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.
Part 2: Motavative Locative
Time had flown just like the owls used to, before he banned them. "He" being the dark lord, the one to fear, but she didn't fear him. She looked for him and searched long for him. Over the quiet days, into the dark forest, even under the deep blue waves. But no sign had ever been found. A letter had arrived the previous day. It had arrived the Muggle way, of course. No other way would have been able to get through the high magic security of the dark forces.
Dear Hermione ,
Meet me on Monday at the entrance to the Hogwarts grounds.
Be there. It's important. And change when you get there.
- Sirius
As she landed, silent mist curled around her. What did Sirius want? An unusual smile crossed her stern face. Maybe his spies got information. Then a frown replaced her hopeful gaze, but was it good or bad?
A large black dog ran up to Hermione, but Hermione wasn't there. In her place sat a tabby cat. They waited for five minutes more until another wizard arrived. The cat stepped back, a look of amazement on its face. Hermione then appeared. "You're supposed to be deadly ill! Only a few minutes more to live!" cried Hermione to the obsolete form of Dumbledore.
"So Voldemort would like you to believe. I never thought you, young lady, of all people, would be so easily fooled. Let's get down to business."
"Hey, wait a minute, please. Could we stop playing confuse Hermione? You're supposed to be dead or dying. What's the business and why did I have to change into a cat the second I arrived?"
"Voldemort thinks you will disappear when I am dead. You don't know who is about to turn up and who could have intercepted that letter. And Hermione, you should really register with the ministry about being an animagus. And If you're quiet and pay attention, Sirius will kindly tell you that we've located Voldemort."
Hermione glanced at Sirius in amazement and then a cry came from her. It was louder than any other sound heard at Hogwarts for a long time. "Really? You've found them? Where?" Hermione didn't give him a chance to answer. "But wait," she turned toward Dumbledore, "How is Hagrid? Is he okay?"
"He's recovering dear. He's just fine. Voldemort couldn't hurt Hagrid. He'd have to be mad be mad to think that anyone would let him."
Hermione face gleamed with laughter. "That will show him. I better go and get ready. I have to get Voldemort before he realizes we've located him." And with that, Hermione hopped on her broom.
"I think we better tell you where they are first," chortled Sirius, "Far too keen for your own good."
"Antarctica," they told Hermione a minute later.
"What on Earth possessed him to go there?" Hermione looked astonished. "Hey, I better go to Diagon Alley and buy a warmer winter cloak. This journey is going to be hard!"
"Hermione!" Cried Sirius, "You're not going this time. We've located him, and if he captures you, we're done for."
Hermione glared at Sirius. "I'm going," she voiced strongly and confidently, and took off on her broom.
"There is no stopping her," whispered Dumbledore hoarsely.
"Oh, I know, I know," said Sirius.
Part 3