Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, I only own the cloaked figure.
The tables were set, the students were waiting for the Headmaster, Albus Dumblrdore to start his yearly welcoming speech for the first years. The enchanted ceiling showed a purple sky with lighting flashing in the back ground, looking just like the outside. Suddenly there was a loud boom of thunder that shock the whole of Hogworts. Many of the first years screamed as a strong wind flung the doors open and all the candles went out at the same time, throwing the Great Hall into darkness.
There was a crack of lighting that seemed to have come for the enchanted ceiling itself that filled the room with a white glow so bright that everyone had to cover their eyes, but after the light died away the Hall was once again in complete and absolute darkness once again. Then a chair could be heard being pulled out up at the High Table as one of the professors stood. After about a second of the chair being pulled out the candles were lit once again and everyone could see Dumblrdore with his wand out as the last candles lit up.
There was a small gasp at the end of the Gryffindor table that had every one turning to see a cloaked figurer standing between the Gryffindor table and the Slytherin table, looking up at the High Table. No one could tell what it was because the hood of the cloak was pulled over its head the cloak itself flowed to the floor in a midnight black path.
Dumblrdore suddenly appear by the figurer's side. The head of the person turned toward him, holding out a pale hand that bore blood stains before collapsing to the stone floor of the Great Hall without a sound.
Whispers ran wild as everyone watched Dumblrdore made a white hospital streacher appear from thin air under the person. Dumblrdore then stood up from his stooped spot near the figure's head as the streacher started its way to the hospital wing. On the out the Hall, the figure turned its head into the direction of one boy. Harry Potter saw the head turn his way a second before he felt a spilting pain down his forehead, right on top of the lighting blot scar that made him so special. The one scar that had been giving to him by none other then Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the magic world. So powerful that many people were still afraid to say his name, 15 years after his down fall.
Slapping his right hand to his scar, he reached out with his left hand to steed himself so he didn't fall flat on his face. The pain lasted only a short time, but if it was possible, it hurt more then when Voldemort was around Harry.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked 5th year Hermione Granger, watching as Harry sat up full in his seat again.
"I-I'm fine, just got dizzy is all," the lie tasted bitter, but Harry didn't want Hermione to worry about him.
"Are you sure Harry? You look a little bit pale all the sudden." Ron Weasley, Harry other best friend since their first year, also turned from watching Dumblrdore as he walked behind the still figure to look at Harry.
"Just a little tried, that's all. Didn't sleep much last night," was Harry's only answer. At least I didn't have to lie about that, thought Harry as he watched everyone around him start turning to the person next to them and talking about the figure.
A sudden gasp went up though Hall as a hand full of Ravenclaw's looked toward the enchanted ceiling. There, right above where the cloaked figure had stood was a gaping hole, barely rugged on the sides, with a white-light colored border around. But that wasn't even what everyone was staring at. No, what held everyone's notice was outside the hole in the ceiling. The rain and thunder had stopped, and through the mistfuled night everyone could plainly make out the shape of a man in the air. Not a normal man, but one ten times the size of even the Hogworts Game Keeper, Hagrid. In mid air he stood, as if the air became floor just for him. The stars held his image, emboldering it into the sky itself.
Once outlining him perfectly, they grew brighter and brighter and then brighter still, till finally they dimmed taking half the night sky with them as they died. All over England the night sky glowed, people stared up into the havens, as if it held the key to unanswered and maybe, just maybe, this night, it did.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts, the giant man stood in the sky then disappeared into the darkness as the sky around him died out.
"Wow," whispered Ron as he turned to an awe touched Hermione. "Tell me I wasn't the only one that just saw that."
"You weren't the only one that just saw that." Hermione replied flatly as she turned her brown eyes to Ron. "Was he Harry?"
No answer came to the softly spoken question.
"Harry?" Hermione turned to her right, thinking Harry might not have heard her over the shoulder question. "Oh my God. Harry!" the last spoke in a shriek as Hermione turned and saw why Harry hadn't answered her. He was laying on his side, curled into himself as if in great pain. Only he wasn't moving and his lighting scar was blazing with a bright white light. Sweat was covering his ghostly white face. Harry's left hand lay palm up, but his right one was curled into itself. Hermione and Ron knelt on either side of him, Ron on right Hermione on his left. Hermione was shaking him, trying to get him to wake up when Professor McGonagall and little Professor Flitwick knelt on either side of Ron.
"What's going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked in her stern voice.
"I don't know, Professor. One minute Harry was standing watching the Headmaster walk out, then I turned and he was on the floor." Answered Hermione as she watched McGonagall wave her wand and Harry floated in mid air.
Professor Flitwick turned to Ron and Hermione as they started to follow McGonagall. "You two stay here and finish eating, Harry is in good hands now."
"But Professor--" Ron started to object, but a cold voice behind him stop him.
"You heard what Professor Flitwick said Weasley, go back to your table." Ron and Hermione turned to see the Potions Master behind them.
"But-" Hermione started toward Professor Snape only to be stopped by Ron's Hand on her arm.
"Come on," he said as he herded her over toward the Gryffindor table.
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Meanwhile, in the Hospital Wing Professor McGonagall was just starting to bring Potter in as Dumblrdore was starting out.
"What's this?" he asked when he saw Harry, still laying slightly on his side.
"Shortly after you left the Hall, something happened, in the sky." Still in her stern voice she explained about the man in the sky and the stars dieing. Then she told Dumblrdore about how Harry had past out.
Dumblrdore looked down at Harry's pale face, then at his scar, still a blaze with some inter light. "Right, well lets get him into a bed and see what Madam Pomfrey can do for him." With that Dumbledore turned and walked right back into the Hospital Wing.
The tables were set, the students were waiting for the Headmaster, Albus Dumblrdore to start his yearly welcoming speech for the first years. The enchanted ceiling showed a purple sky with lighting flashing in the back ground, looking just like the outside. Suddenly there was a loud boom of thunder that shock the whole of Hogworts. Many of the first years screamed as a strong wind flung the doors open and all the candles went out at the same time, throwing the Great Hall into darkness.
There was a crack of lighting that seemed to have come for the enchanted ceiling itself that filled the room with a white glow so bright that everyone had to cover their eyes, but after the light died away the Hall was once again in complete and absolute darkness once again. Then a chair could be heard being pulled out up at the High Table as one of the professors stood. After about a second of the chair being pulled out the candles were lit once again and everyone could see Dumblrdore with his wand out as the last candles lit up.
There was a small gasp at the end of the Gryffindor table that had every one turning to see a cloaked figurer standing between the Gryffindor table and the Slytherin table, looking up at the High Table. No one could tell what it was because the hood of the cloak was pulled over its head the cloak itself flowed to the floor in a midnight black path.
Dumblrdore suddenly appear by the figurer's side. The head of the person turned toward him, holding out a pale hand that bore blood stains before collapsing to the stone floor of the Great Hall without a sound.
Whispers ran wild as everyone watched Dumblrdore made a white hospital streacher appear from thin air under the person. Dumblrdore then stood up from his stooped spot near the figure's head as the streacher started its way to the hospital wing. On the out the Hall, the figure turned its head into the direction of one boy. Harry Potter saw the head turn his way a second before he felt a spilting pain down his forehead, right on top of the lighting blot scar that made him so special. The one scar that had been giving to him by none other then Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the magic world. So powerful that many people were still afraid to say his name, 15 years after his down fall.
Slapping his right hand to his scar, he reached out with his left hand to steed himself so he didn't fall flat on his face. The pain lasted only a short time, but if it was possible, it hurt more then when Voldemort was around Harry.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked 5th year Hermione Granger, watching as Harry sat up full in his seat again.
"I-I'm fine, just got dizzy is all," the lie tasted bitter, but Harry didn't want Hermione to worry about him.
"Are you sure Harry? You look a little bit pale all the sudden." Ron Weasley, Harry other best friend since their first year, also turned from watching Dumblrdore as he walked behind the still figure to look at Harry.
"Just a little tried, that's all. Didn't sleep much last night," was Harry's only answer. At least I didn't have to lie about that, thought Harry as he watched everyone around him start turning to the person next to them and talking about the figure.
A sudden gasp went up though Hall as a hand full of Ravenclaw's looked toward the enchanted ceiling. There, right above where the cloaked figure had stood was a gaping hole, barely rugged on the sides, with a white-light colored border around. But that wasn't even what everyone was staring at. No, what held everyone's notice was outside the hole in the ceiling. The rain and thunder had stopped, and through the mistfuled night everyone could plainly make out the shape of a man in the air. Not a normal man, but one ten times the size of even the Hogworts Game Keeper, Hagrid. In mid air he stood, as if the air became floor just for him. The stars held his image, emboldering it into the sky itself.
Once outlining him perfectly, they grew brighter and brighter and then brighter still, till finally they dimmed taking half the night sky with them as they died. All over England the night sky glowed, people stared up into the havens, as if it held the key to unanswered and maybe, just maybe, this night, it did.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts, the giant man stood in the sky then disappeared into the darkness as the sky around him died out.
"Wow," whispered Ron as he turned to an awe touched Hermione. "Tell me I wasn't the only one that just saw that."
"You weren't the only one that just saw that." Hermione replied flatly as she turned her brown eyes to Ron. "Was he Harry?"
No answer came to the softly spoken question.
"Harry?" Hermione turned to her right, thinking Harry might not have heard her over the shoulder question. "Oh my God. Harry!" the last spoke in a shriek as Hermione turned and saw why Harry hadn't answered her. He was laying on his side, curled into himself as if in great pain. Only he wasn't moving and his lighting scar was blazing with a bright white light. Sweat was covering his ghostly white face. Harry's left hand lay palm up, but his right one was curled into itself. Hermione and Ron knelt on either side of him, Ron on right Hermione on his left. Hermione was shaking him, trying to get him to wake up when Professor McGonagall and little Professor Flitwick knelt on either side of Ron.
"What's going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked in her stern voice.
"I don't know, Professor. One minute Harry was standing watching the Headmaster walk out, then I turned and he was on the floor." Answered Hermione as she watched McGonagall wave her wand and Harry floated in mid air.
Professor Flitwick turned to Ron and Hermione as they started to follow McGonagall. "You two stay here and finish eating, Harry is in good hands now."
"But Professor--" Ron started to object, but a cold voice behind him stop him.
"You heard what Professor Flitwick said Weasley, go back to your table." Ron and Hermione turned to see the Potions Master behind them.
"But-" Hermione started toward Professor Snape only to be stopped by Ron's Hand on her arm.
"Come on," he said as he herded her over toward the Gryffindor table.
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Meanwhile, in the Hospital Wing Professor McGonagall was just starting to bring Potter in as Dumblrdore was starting out.
"What's this?" he asked when he saw Harry, still laying slightly on his side.
"Shortly after you left the Hall, something happened, in the sky." Still in her stern voice she explained about the man in the sky and the stars dieing. Then she told Dumblrdore about how Harry had past out.
Dumblrdore looked down at Harry's pale face, then at his scar, still a blaze with some inter light. "Right, well lets get him into a bed and see what Madam Pomfrey can do for him." With that Dumbledore turned and walked right back into the Hospital Wing.