Harry crept slowly along the cobweb-encrusted corridor, his wand casting a
faint trail of light ahead of him on the dusty ground and grimy walls. It
was obvious that he was now in a part of Hogwarts that had not been visited
in many years, a part of Hogwarts that no one, maybe not even Dumbledore,
knew about.
Just like the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry shuddered at the memory and forced himself to keep going, jumping every time a floorboard creaked or an owl hooted as it swooped past one of the boarded up windows on the way to the owlery. The hem of his invisibility cloak rustled slightly and he wondered, faintly, why he had bothered to put it on. He hardly needed it here, where there was no one but the rats and spiders to see him. But, then again, he could hardly have guessed that he would end up here anyway, he could hardly have guessed that Hermione's spell would send him here, which was obviously not the place that she had intended him to end up.
Or was it?
Harry stopped and looked around him. Details that he hadn't noticed before were slowly coming to his attention; a high window flanked on either side by two statues of lions, a dusty and very faded tapestry hanging lopsided on the wall and, on the ground just in front of him, illuminated by his wand light, was a pendant.a strangely beautiful and oddly familiar pendant.
Slowly he bent down and picked it up, shivering slightly as a strange sensation, like warm liquid flowing beneath his skin, flooded over him as his fingers touched the long forgotten item. "Wow!" he sighed, slowly rubbing his thumb over the jewel encrusted lion, marvelling at the way the golden animals emerald eyes glinted in the wand light. It was his; he had found the ancient scriptures, he had found the pendant, it was his.
Then the memories of his vision came flooding back. He saw the two men fighting over the pendant, he saw the flash of steel as Godric Griffindor's sword, clasped in the wrong hands, arc down in a flash of steel, he saw one man falling.blood forming a crimson pool on the stony floor.then many people were falling to the same sword that he, Harry, had once used to kill the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.
Summoning up all of his will power, Harry forced the pendant into his pocket, where his eyes couldn't see it. All at once he felt a longing, a longing to wear the pendant.or to hold it.or just to touch it.just to touch it. After all, what harm could it do?
And yet some part of him knew better. A small voice at the back of his mind was telling him that there were some objects in the magical world.like Tom Riddle's diary.that just couldn't be trusted and, unless he was very much mistaken, this pendant was one of them.
Forcefully he pulled his hand away from the pocket where the pendant was hidden and pulled a small pouch of flu powder out of the other. He'd have to find a fireplace and get back to the Griffindor common room; flu powder wasn't his favourite way to travel, but it was preferable to getting lost in these abandoned corridors or getting caught by Filch or Snape.
Maybe Hermione would know what to do?
Only a start, but I'd be grateful for any comments you may have about this, as it's my first fan fic. (
Just like the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry shuddered at the memory and forced himself to keep going, jumping every time a floorboard creaked or an owl hooted as it swooped past one of the boarded up windows on the way to the owlery. The hem of his invisibility cloak rustled slightly and he wondered, faintly, why he had bothered to put it on. He hardly needed it here, where there was no one but the rats and spiders to see him. But, then again, he could hardly have guessed that he would end up here anyway, he could hardly have guessed that Hermione's spell would send him here, which was obviously not the place that she had intended him to end up.
Or was it?
Harry stopped and looked around him. Details that he hadn't noticed before were slowly coming to his attention; a high window flanked on either side by two statues of lions, a dusty and very faded tapestry hanging lopsided on the wall and, on the ground just in front of him, illuminated by his wand light, was a pendant.a strangely beautiful and oddly familiar pendant.
Slowly he bent down and picked it up, shivering slightly as a strange sensation, like warm liquid flowing beneath his skin, flooded over him as his fingers touched the long forgotten item. "Wow!" he sighed, slowly rubbing his thumb over the jewel encrusted lion, marvelling at the way the golden animals emerald eyes glinted in the wand light. It was his; he had found the ancient scriptures, he had found the pendant, it was his.
Then the memories of his vision came flooding back. He saw the two men fighting over the pendant, he saw the flash of steel as Godric Griffindor's sword, clasped in the wrong hands, arc down in a flash of steel, he saw one man falling.blood forming a crimson pool on the stony floor.then many people were falling to the same sword that he, Harry, had once used to kill the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.
Summoning up all of his will power, Harry forced the pendant into his pocket, where his eyes couldn't see it. All at once he felt a longing, a longing to wear the pendant.or to hold it.or just to touch it.just to touch it. After all, what harm could it do?
And yet some part of him knew better. A small voice at the back of his mind was telling him that there were some objects in the magical world.like Tom Riddle's diary.that just couldn't be trusted and, unless he was very much mistaken, this pendant was one of them.
Forcefully he pulled his hand away from the pocket where the pendant was hidden and pulled a small pouch of flu powder out of the other. He'd have to find a fireplace and get back to the Griffindor common room; flu powder wasn't his favourite way to travel, but it was preferable to getting lost in these abandoned corridors or getting caught by Filch or Snape.
Maybe Hermione would know what to do?
Only a start, but I'd be grateful for any comments you may have about this, as it's my first fan fic. (