Disclaimer: Characters created by one, J. K. Rowling.
Copyright: I'll take plot, thanks ;) Sorry if any one else has used, it came from my mind whether someone else thought of it, I can't account for.
Rating: PG-13 - (just in case) I wouldn't let my ten year old go see someone kiss and make-out, would you? If you would, you're sick! Anyway....
Summary: HxHr. This story is post school. Three words and a grey mist were all that were left. Many years later and the mist was still there, in the crevices of her brain. Haunting her, ea. time she stepped inside the walls of the occurance. One more floor, floor one, inside the Earth.
Story Type: Novel
Title: Translucently Opaque
Chapter Title: The Letters - Harrison Jett Perry
Flash Back
Harry sat in front of the common room fire mulling about things inside his brain. Hermione came down into the room from her dormitory and he looked up.
"Are you alright Harry?" she asked him quietly.
"No," he said simply. She nodded in understanding in made to leave.
"'Mione," he said quietly. She turned around.
"Yes Harry?" she inquired.
"Just wanted to tell you, thanks. I'll never forget you or what you've done. I love you Hermione," he said quietly. Hermione looked quizzically at him and then gaped. Harry disappeared and was no longer to be seen.
End Flashback
Hermione sat up in her bed and sighed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get her mind off Harry Potter. He had disappeared in sixth year, early in the semester. It had been quite a while since then. She had graduated, gotten her apperating licence, and was now working in her favourite bookstore in Hogsmeade.
"Harry you git, why'd you have to go and leave us all," she mumbled to herself. She stood up and went to her kitchen and grabbed a glass; filling it with water. She gulped it all down until the glass was empty. She heard and owl come in through the chimney of all places. She walked over and took the letter from the owl.
He's alive
Hermione stared quizzically at the letter and then threw it in the fire. She had received more than one of these during the past two years or so. Someone out there thought it funny to torture her. Hermione scowled. She looked back in the fire a moment and saw letters start to appear on the page in the fire.
Lines of yellow clash together,
The vase is full, it has a rose of red,
The book wasn't sleeping,
The stag was creeping,
The weasel was laughing,
The stag was crying from a book,
Blackness from below above,
Tears are wiping in the white,
Lines of yellow, black, orange, grey, brown,
Clash.
The page had burnt from there on and she couldn't read any more. She quickly got a piece of parchment and wrote it all down before she forgot it. She wrote a jagged line beneath to show it wasn't finished. She read over it a few times all the while silently cursing herself.
All of the letters that had been sent her probably had this message, or, riddle, or something close and she could have had this figured out. She scowled and read over it again. She had gotten to the point that it was a riddle, and she was meant to figure it out.
The message first appears to say 'He's alive', then it changes to the riddle in flames, or heat most likely. The only 'he' the letter could mean was Voldemort, or Harry. She knew Voldemort was alive, so it had to be Harry. She couldn't get any farther than that. she sighed and looked out the window. It was raining. She stared a moment, and jumped slightly when she saw and heard lightning (That's heard thunder, saw lightning). She continued staring, until there was another flash of lightning that stayed a moment. She looked back at the riddle and to the first line. Lines of yellow! That was lightning; the riddle was definitely about Harry; it was meaning his scar. The next line was easy enough to figure out with the first one done. The vase is full. That was something Harry used to say about life. If the vase was empty, you're life was empty. Some metaphor of some such. The red rose would symbolize love in life. So, the vase, or the life, is full of love? Something like that.
The book wasn't sleeping; that's obviously me. She thought with a sigh. The stag was Harry again; that was his Patronus form, and his father's animagus form. Weasel was Ron of course. Weasel was something Malfoy used to call him, taken from the name Weasley. The laughing bit was probably because he helped with his brother's store.
The next line... Harry was crying over me? Blackness from below above... the Dark Mark in the sky; Voldemort. Tears... tears are setting up the rise, in which the light shall conquer. Lines of yellow... that's the lightning, black is Harry, orange has got to be Ron, grey... death, Voldemort... Brown... that's me. Clash hmmm? Either it means we clash, or, we're going to 'clash' into eachother. Soon. So what I have so far is...
Harry has a lightning scar,
Life is filled with love,
Hermione's not sleeping,
Harry is creeping,
Ron is laughing with jokes,
Harry is crying over Hermione,
Voldemort is here with now,
The light will conquer,
Friends and foe, the trio and the enemy, will Clash.
Hermione read over what she had now. The light will conquer... Harry's planning on attacking Voldemort soon is what it means. Hermione sighed and muttered under her breath. She looked up, then paused. She stayed that way a while, in thought, then looked back to the riddle.
'Who is this person who sends these letters?'
'Who would know these types of things?'
'No one'
'None but, Harry, me, and Ron'
'No one, but Harry would know when he was going to attack'
'Harry...'
She looked up and frowned. She heard her floor creek and she searched the room for sign of life. She shook her head and made her way to her room.
Next Morning
Hermione awoke at seven thirty and sighed. She got out of bed and got into her work robes and dress. She sighed again and apparated outside of her work; Flourish and Botts. She slowly walked inside and walked over to the front desk. She would be working there for today. She sat down in the chair and waited for someone to walk in. She didn't have to wait long before a tall gentleman walked in. She surveyed the man as he walked to the front desk. He had shaggy brown hair, and strong enticing blue eyes. He had a fair amount of muscles... The man coughed, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
"How may I help you?" Hermione asked automatically.
"I'd like to order one copy of every book you have on Dark Arts, animagi, muggle chemistry, and one specific book, Hogwarts a History, please," the man replied giving her a pointed look. Hermione coughed and gave him an order for to fill out. He filled in the few boxes and handed the parchment back to Hermione. Her eyes skidded across his name: Harrison Jett Perry. She wrote down the words 'Full Order, D.A, Magi, MugChem, HaH' in one of the boxes and placed the parchment back on the desk. She nodded at the man, and he left. Her eyes went over the parchment once more.
Name:
Harrison Jett Perry
First Middle Last
Address:
Gryffindor Manor
Scotland Britain
Signature:
Harrison J. Perry
Initials:
H. J. P.
Hermione gasped. It was the same handwriting as on the riddle she had received. Her eyes skimmed over the initials. H. J. P. were the same initials as Harry. Harry James Potter, Harrison, Jett Perry. The likeness of the two names was uncanny; the handwriting was the same. Harrison, Harry... She couldn't believe it. She quickly stood up and found her boss. She asked if she could go home early. The boss agreed, but, only because Hermione hardly ever took breaks. She kept the order form in her hand and apparated home. She walked in, and there was yet another note like the last. She took the note from the owl and opened it. It said He's Alive, as usual. She wondered something.
What if she put it in other elements. Water, Ice, other things than fire. She went to her fridge and opened the freezer section. She put the note right up against one of the blocks of ice inside and gasped as words began to appear. She took the note with her and quickly copied it down. She then took it outside into the snow. It stayed the same. She would have to put it under water next, and then put it into the fire again. She had never caught the last bit of the riddle for the fire one. She apparated into a small alleyway of a muggle city and took it inside a gas station. She copied it using the copier and took both, the real, and copy, back to the alleyway, where, she apparated back home. She left the copy next to the order form from the library, and took the real to the sink. She turned the water on and placed the note inside. Words began to appear. She took the note out and pressed it against her robes to help dry it. She didn't want to place a drying charm on it, just in case it interfered with what spells Harry had put there. She quickly went to copy it down and then walked over to the fire and tried just putting it next to the flames so she would be able to make sure she didn't miss the last part again if it burned. To her delight, the words started appearing once more.
She got the parchment she had written this one down on in the first place and wrote in the last bit. She took the real one and placed it by the copy. Without glancing at it again, she ran up to her room. She found an old letter from Harry and then brought it down stairs. She compared it to the note and found it different. She placed it by the copy and stared at it. After a moment, she lifted both the copy and Harry's letter. The handwriting matched. There must have been a spell on the note so that the handwriting went back to the real form of writing when copied. It was all written by the same person. Harrison, the man from the store, though, didn't look a thing like Harry. Except the shaggy hair. It was brown, but, still the same hair. Maybe he had dyed it, and was wearing muggle contacts or something to change his eye colour. It was the same person, she could tell. She didn't care what Harry looked like, he would always be Harry. Her head snapped over to the other two messages she had discovered. She shook her head in self disappointment. How could she have forgotten them? She picked up the ice one and read it aloud.
Miss,
The world's a cold one,
How could I not have told you this, miss?
This world alone is cold,
Somewhere else a place does lie, miss,
A third world, or shall we call, a fourth?
Miss, don't cry, this world has room,
For another,
Oy Miss, don't forget the ones you love,
I'm hidden in a warm world,
Cold without you,
Miss
The letter confused Hermione. This sounded like it was written by a five year old. Hermione skipped to the next one to see if it made more sense.
Miss,
I told you not to cry,
This world's a wet one, the one you live in,
I told you once that the life is full,
Love filled the vase,
I told you once I loved you,
Miss,
The fact is true,
This day is true as fact,
I learned once in a warm world,
That day conquers night every time,
I tell you you'll see me once more,
Remember me,
We'll come to each other in the fourth world,
We'll come to each other in time.
It didn't make much more sense; Hermione sighed. She picked up the ice one and stared at it for many minutes. After a long while of working at it, this was what she had.
There is more than one world,
And only the one you live on is cold,
There's another world,
That lives in the fourth dimension,
This world has room for you,
Don't forget the ones you love,
I'm hidden in the fourth dimension,
Waiting for you.
It still sounded much like a riddle, even translated out of the mystic words and sense. She went on to the next one and began to work on it. After a long amount of time, working on it, she came out with.
Hermione, I told you not to cry,
The world your in is quite a wet one,
I told you once that life is full of love,
I told you once I loved you,
And I still do,
I learned once in my world
That day conquers night every time,
I tell you you'll see me again,
Remember me,
We'll come to each other in the fourth dimension,
We'll come to each other in time.
Hermione gasped. This one made enough sense. It told her that Harry still loved her as he had told her he did the night he left. It told her that they would see each other again. She went back to the other one. It was basically just a bit of information on 'where he was'. She didn't really need it as the others told her that he was 'in time'. She kept it anyway. She remembered the last bit of the fire one.
Lines of yellow clash together,
The vase is full, it has a rose of red,
The book wasn't sleeping,
The stag was creeping,
The weasel was laughing,
The stag was crying from a book,
Blackness from below above,
Tears are wiping in the white,
Lines of yellow, black, orange, grey, brown,
Clash,
The prophecy from the mystic room of power,
said black or grey would die from the other,
The old one, with twinkling eyes, told this to the black,
Black has made his decision,
Now the time is nearly right,
One more digit to the equation is needed,
Stags need the water of the lily's daughter,
The book is the knowledge of the lily,
The daughter is the same.
"What prophecy?"
"The old one... that's Dumbledore"
"Stags need the water of the lily's daughter, the book is the knowledge of the lily, the daughter is the same. He's saying the book is the last digit. He needs me to defeat Voldemort?"
"Need to talk to Dumbledore, that's what"
Hermione stood up, grabbed all the parchments on her table, and apparated outside Hogwarts grounds. She then spent the next fifteen minutes walking to the castle. She stepped inside and made her way to the headmaster's office. Luckily it was summer, and no students were filling the halls making it difficult. She got there and sighed remembering she needed a password.
"Canary Creams"
"Chocolate Frogs"
She sighed gratefully as the gargoyle moved aside. She saw that the room had not changed and Fawkes was still sitting on his perch. She saw the old man and walked over to him.
"What prophecy?" she asked him immediately. She could see his eyes twinkling.
"I haven't the slightest idea to what you mean miss Granger" he replied to her.
"A prophecy you told Harry that said either he, or Voldemort must die from the hand of the other. I want the whole prophecy, and I want to know who predicted it, as well as, when, where, why, and when and why you told him," Hermione answered. Dumbledore smiled slightly.
"Do you recall the prophecy Voldemort was looking for in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, your fifth year? The one that became broken?" he asked. Hermione nodded.
"Voldemort wanted it because he only knew part of it. He wanted to know the whole prophecy. When Harry came back, we had a discussion. One where many of my possessions were broken if I remember correctly. I told him what the prophecy said. Only three know the whole of the prophecy. That would be me, Harry, and, the person who predicted it, Professor Trelawney. I know that you do not trust in Trelawney's predictions at all, but, this prediction was one of the reasons I hired her" he stated.
"Okay... but what was the actual prophecy?" she inquired.
"'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...'"
"Oh lord..." she gasped. She quickly took some floo powder from Dumbledore's desk, stepped in the fire, threw the powder, while stating the name fo her home. Upon arriving home she once again grabbed some floo powder and stepped in, throwing the powder.
"Potter Manor" nothing happened. No such place existed.
"Trio Manor?"
"Gryffindor Manor?" the flames grew up and then she found herself in a larger room. It was empty of life for the most part. She sighed and began to explore. She looked up and saw stairs going up for a long while. She couldn't quite make out the design on the ceiling. She sighed in frustration. Harry's room,if this was his house, would probable be on the top or some such nonsense. She decided to explore the first floor fisrt. She quickly found a library, a kitchen, a large room with many beds, she supposed was for house elves. She found a medium sized room. She walked around the outer edges inspecting it. The room was empty. The walls were filled with doors. She started counting the doors. Sixteen doors, plus the door she came through. Above each door was a number. She supposed each door lead to a floor in the house. She found the door with the number sixteen and opened it. She found herself in a dungeon like room. She sighed in exasperation at Harry. There was a chair and a window and that was it. She went over to another door on the opposite end of the room and opened it. The first door she encountered was a large library. She moved on to find a large room, it must have been enchanted. It looked like you could play Quiditch inside. She left and found a large room. She was certain this was where Harry lived now. It was filled wth nicknacks and such from school. She found herself and Ron quite easily.
(A/N: Let's skip a bunch of doors...)
On the level titled one, she found a door that was a translucent blue bordering on opaque, a confusing combination when you take into account that most doors are either transparent or completely opaque. She opened it, choosing to ignore that fact. It was empty. She felt she should leave the room. She continued to search the rooms inside the large house. Most were empty bedrooms. After much searching and not finding any human life, she flooed back home in exhasperation.
Copyright: I'll take plot, thanks ;) Sorry if any one else has used, it came from my mind whether someone else thought of it, I can't account for.
Rating: PG-13 - (just in case) I wouldn't let my ten year old go see someone kiss and make-out, would you? If you would, you're sick! Anyway....
Summary: HxHr. This story is post school. Three words and a grey mist were all that were left. Many years later and the mist was still there, in the crevices of her brain. Haunting her, ea. time she stepped inside the walls of the occurance. One more floor, floor one, inside the Earth.
Story Type: Novel
Title: Translucently Opaque
Chapter Title: The Letters - Harrison Jett Perry
Flash Back
Harry sat in front of the common room fire mulling about things inside his brain. Hermione came down into the room from her dormitory and he looked up.
"Are you alright Harry?" she asked him quietly.
"No," he said simply. She nodded in understanding in made to leave.
"'Mione," he said quietly. She turned around.
"Yes Harry?" she inquired.
"Just wanted to tell you, thanks. I'll never forget you or what you've done. I love you Hermione," he said quietly. Hermione looked quizzically at him and then gaped. Harry disappeared and was no longer to be seen.
End Flashback
Hermione sat up in her bed and sighed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get her mind off Harry Potter. He had disappeared in sixth year, early in the semester. It had been quite a while since then. She had graduated, gotten her apperating licence, and was now working in her favourite bookstore in Hogsmeade.
"Harry you git, why'd you have to go and leave us all," she mumbled to herself. She stood up and went to her kitchen and grabbed a glass; filling it with water. She gulped it all down until the glass was empty. She heard and owl come in through the chimney of all places. She walked over and took the letter from the owl.
He's alive
Hermione stared quizzically at the letter and then threw it in the fire. She had received more than one of these during the past two years or so. Someone out there thought it funny to torture her. Hermione scowled. She looked back in the fire a moment and saw letters start to appear on the page in the fire.
Lines of yellow clash together,
The vase is full, it has a rose of red,
The book wasn't sleeping,
The stag was creeping,
The weasel was laughing,
The stag was crying from a book,
Blackness from below above,
Tears are wiping in the white,
Lines of yellow, black, orange, grey, brown,
Clash.
The page had burnt from there on and she couldn't read any more. She quickly got a piece of parchment and wrote it all down before she forgot it. She wrote a jagged line beneath to show it wasn't finished. She read over it a few times all the while silently cursing herself.
All of the letters that had been sent her probably had this message, or, riddle, or something close and she could have had this figured out. She scowled and read over it again. She had gotten to the point that it was a riddle, and she was meant to figure it out.
The message first appears to say 'He's alive', then it changes to the riddle in flames, or heat most likely. The only 'he' the letter could mean was Voldemort, or Harry. She knew Voldemort was alive, so it had to be Harry. She couldn't get any farther than that. she sighed and looked out the window. It was raining. She stared a moment, and jumped slightly when she saw and heard lightning (That's heard thunder, saw lightning). She continued staring, until there was another flash of lightning that stayed a moment. She looked back at the riddle and to the first line. Lines of yellow! That was lightning; the riddle was definitely about Harry; it was meaning his scar. The next line was easy enough to figure out with the first one done. The vase is full. That was something Harry used to say about life. If the vase was empty, you're life was empty. Some metaphor of some such. The red rose would symbolize love in life. So, the vase, or the life, is full of love? Something like that.
The book wasn't sleeping; that's obviously me. She thought with a sigh. The stag was Harry again; that was his Patronus form, and his father's animagus form. Weasel was Ron of course. Weasel was something Malfoy used to call him, taken from the name Weasley. The laughing bit was probably because he helped with his brother's store.
The next line... Harry was crying over me? Blackness from below above... the Dark Mark in the sky; Voldemort. Tears... tears are setting up the rise, in which the light shall conquer. Lines of yellow... that's the lightning, black is Harry, orange has got to be Ron, grey... death, Voldemort... Brown... that's me. Clash hmmm? Either it means we clash, or, we're going to 'clash' into eachother. Soon. So what I have so far is...
Harry has a lightning scar,
Life is filled with love,
Hermione's not sleeping,
Harry is creeping,
Ron is laughing with jokes,
Harry is crying over Hermione,
Voldemort is here with now,
The light will conquer,
Friends and foe, the trio and the enemy, will Clash.
Hermione read over what she had now. The light will conquer... Harry's planning on attacking Voldemort soon is what it means. Hermione sighed and muttered under her breath. She looked up, then paused. She stayed that way a while, in thought, then looked back to the riddle.
'Who is this person who sends these letters?'
'Who would know these types of things?'
'No one'
'None but, Harry, me, and Ron'
'No one, but Harry would know when he was going to attack'
'Harry...'
She looked up and frowned. She heard her floor creek and she searched the room for sign of life. She shook her head and made her way to her room.
Next Morning
Hermione awoke at seven thirty and sighed. She got out of bed and got into her work robes and dress. She sighed again and apparated outside of her work; Flourish and Botts. She slowly walked inside and walked over to the front desk. She would be working there for today. She sat down in the chair and waited for someone to walk in. She didn't have to wait long before a tall gentleman walked in. She surveyed the man as he walked to the front desk. He had shaggy brown hair, and strong enticing blue eyes. He had a fair amount of muscles... The man coughed, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
"How may I help you?" Hermione asked automatically.
"I'd like to order one copy of every book you have on Dark Arts, animagi, muggle chemistry, and one specific book, Hogwarts a History, please," the man replied giving her a pointed look. Hermione coughed and gave him an order for to fill out. He filled in the few boxes and handed the parchment back to Hermione. Her eyes skidded across his name: Harrison Jett Perry. She wrote down the words 'Full Order, D.A, Magi, MugChem, HaH' in one of the boxes and placed the parchment back on the desk. She nodded at the man, and he left. Her eyes went over the parchment once more.
Name:
Harrison Jett Perry
First Middle Last
Address:
Gryffindor Manor
Scotland Britain
Signature:
Harrison J. Perry
Initials:
H. J. P.
Hermione gasped. It was the same handwriting as on the riddle she had received. Her eyes skimmed over the initials. H. J. P. were the same initials as Harry. Harry James Potter, Harrison, Jett Perry. The likeness of the two names was uncanny; the handwriting was the same. Harrison, Harry... She couldn't believe it. She quickly stood up and found her boss. She asked if she could go home early. The boss agreed, but, only because Hermione hardly ever took breaks. She kept the order form in her hand and apparated home. She walked in, and there was yet another note like the last. She took the note from the owl and opened it. It said He's Alive, as usual. She wondered something.
What if she put it in other elements. Water, Ice, other things than fire. She went to her fridge and opened the freezer section. She put the note right up against one of the blocks of ice inside and gasped as words began to appear. She took the note with her and quickly copied it down. She then took it outside into the snow. It stayed the same. She would have to put it under water next, and then put it into the fire again. She had never caught the last bit of the riddle for the fire one. She apparated into a small alleyway of a muggle city and took it inside a gas station. She copied it using the copier and took both, the real, and copy, back to the alleyway, where, she apparated back home. She left the copy next to the order form from the library, and took the real to the sink. She turned the water on and placed the note inside. Words began to appear. She took the note out and pressed it against her robes to help dry it. She didn't want to place a drying charm on it, just in case it interfered with what spells Harry had put there. She quickly went to copy it down and then walked over to the fire and tried just putting it next to the flames so she would be able to make sure she didn't miss the last part again if it burned. To her delight, the words started appearing once more.
She got the parchment she had written this one down on in the first place and wrote in the last bit. She took the real one and placed it by the copy. Without glancing at it again, she ran up to her room. She found an old letter from Harry and then brought it down stairs. She compared it to the note and found it different. She placed it by the copy and stared at it. After a moment, she lifted both the copy and Harry's letter. The handwriting matched. There must have been a spell on the note so that the handwriting went back to the real form of writing when copied. It was all written by the same person. Harrison, the man from the store, though, didn't look a thing like Harry. Except the shaggy hair. It was brown, but, still the same hair. Maybe he had dyed it, and was wearing muggle contacts or something to change his eye colour. It was the same person, she could tell. She didn't care what Harry looked like, he would always be Harry. Her head snapped over to the other two messages she had discovered. She shook her head in self disappointment. How could she have forgotten them? She picked up the ice one and read it aloud.
Miss,
The world's a cold one,
How could I not have told you this, miss?
This world alone is cold,
Somewhere else a place does lie, miss,
A third world, or shall we call, a fourth?
Miss, don't cry, this world has room,
For another,
Oy Miss, don't forget the ones you love,
I'm hidden in a warm world,
Cold without you,
Miss
The letter confused Hermione. This sounded like it was written by a five year old. Hermione skipped to the next one to see if it made more sense.
Miss,
I told you not to cry,
This world's a wet one, the one you live in,
I told you once that the life is full,
Love filled the vase,
I told you once I loved you,
Miss,
The fact is true,
This day is true as fact,
I learned once in a warm world,
That day conquers night every time,
I tell you you'll see me once more,
Remember me,
We'll come to each other in the fourth world,
We'll come to each other in time.
It didn't make much more sense; Hermione sighed. She picked up the ice one and stared at it for many minutes. After a long while of working at it, this was what she had.
There is more than one world,
And only the one you live on is cold,
There's another world,
That lives in the fourth dimension,
This world has room for you,
Don't forget the ones you love,
I'm hidden in the fourth dimension,
Waiting for you.
It still sounded much like a riddle, even translated out of the mystic words and sense. She went on to the next one and began to work on it. After a long amount of time, working on it, she came out with.
Hermione, I told you not to cry,
The world your in is quite a wet one,
I told you once that life is full of love,
I told you once I loved you,
And I still do,
I learned once in my world
That day conquers night every time,
I tell you you'll see me again,
Remember me,
We'll come to each other in the fourth dimension,
We'll come to each other in time.
Hermione gasped. This one made enough sense. It told her that Harry still loved her as he had told her he did the night he left. It told her that they would see each other again. She went back to the other one. It was basically just a bit of information on 'where he was'. She didn't really need it as the others told her that he was 'in time'. She kept it anyway. She remembered the last bit of the fire one.
Lines of yellow clash together,
The vase is full, it has a rose of red,
The book wasn't sleeping,
The stag was creeping,
The weasel was laughing,
The stag was crying from a book,
Blackness from below above,
Tears are wiping in the white,
Lines of yellow, black, orange, grey, brown,
Clash,
The prophecy from the mystic room of power,
said black or grey would die from the other,
The old one, with twinkling eyes, told this to the black,
Black has made his decision,
Now the time is nearly right,
One more digit to the equation is needed,
Stags need the water of the lily's daughter,
The book is the knowledge of the lily,
The daughter is the same.
"What prophecy?"
"The old one... that's Dumbledore"
"Stags need the water of the lily's daughter, the book is the knowledge of the lily, the daughter is the same. He's saying the book is the last digit. He needs me to defeat Voldemort?"
"Need to talk to Dumbledore, that's what"
Hermione stood up, grabbed all the parchments on her table, and apparated outside Hogwarts grounds. She then spent the next fifteen minutes walking to the castle. She stepped inside and made her way to the headmaster's office. Luckily it was summer, and no students were filling the halls making it difficult. She got there and sighed remembering she needed a password.
"Canary Creams"
"Chocolate Frogs"
She sighed gratefully as the gargoyle moved aside. She saw that the room had not changed and Fawkes was still sitting on his perch. She saw the old man and walked over to him.
"What prophecy?" she asked him immediately. She could see his eyes twinkling.
"I haven't the slightest idea to what you mean miss Granger" he replied to her.
"A prophecy you told Harry that said either he, or Voldemort must die from the hand of the other. I want the whole prophecy, and I want to know who predicted it, as well as, when, where, why, and when and why you told him," Hermione answered. Dumbledore smiled slightly.
"Do you recall the prophecy Voldemort was looking for in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, your fifth year? The one that became broken?" he asked. Hermione nodded.
"Voldemort wanted it because he only knew part of it. He wanted to know the whole prophecy. When Harry came back, we had a discussion. One where many of my possessions were broken if I remember correctly. I told him what the prophecy said. Only three know the whole of the prophecy. That would be me, Harry, and, the person who predicted it, Professor Trelawney. I know that you do not trust in Trelawney's predictions at all, but, this prediction was one of the reasons I hired her" he stated.
"Okay... but what was the actual prophecy?" she inquired.
"'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...'"
"Oh lord..." she gasped. She quickly took some floo powder from Dumbledore's desk, stepped in the fire, threw the powder, while stating the name fo her home. Upon arriving home she once again grabbed some floo powder and stepped in, throwing the powder.
"Potter Manor" nothing happened. No such place existed.
"Trio Manor?"
"Gryffindor Manor?" the flames grew up and then she found herself in a larger room. It was empty of life for the most part. She sighed and began to explore. She looked up and saw stairs going up for a long while. She couldn't quite make out the design on the ceiling. She sighed in frustration. Harry's room,if this was his house, would probable be on the top or some such nonsense. She decided to explore the first floor fisrt. She quickly found a library, a kitchen, a large room with many beds, she supposed was for house elves. She found a medium sized room. She walked around the outer edges inspecting it. The room was empty. The walls were filled with doors. She started counting the doors. Sixteen doors, plus the door she came through. Above each door was a number. She supposed each door lead to a floor in the house. She found the door with the number sixteen and opened it. She found herself in a dungeon like room. She sighed in exasperation at Harry. There was a chair and a window and that was it. She went over to another door on the opposite end of the room and opened it. The first door she encountered was a large library. She moved on to find a large room, it must have been enchanted. It looked like you could play Quiditch inside. She left and found a large room. She was certain this was where Harry lived now. It was filled wth nicknacks and such from school. She found herself and Ron quite easily.
(A/N: Let's skip a bunch of doors...)
On the level titled one, she found a door that was a translucent blue bordering on opaque, a confusing combination when you take into account that most doors are either transparent or completely opaque. She opened it, choosing to ignore that fact. It was empty. She felt she should leave the room. She continued to search the rooms inside the large house. Most were empty bedrooms. After much searching and not finding any human life, she flooed back home in exhasperation.