Harry Potter
And the Mysteries of Erised
Chapter 1
Escape
Harry was walking down the third floor corridor at Hogwarts; beads of sweat streaming down his face. There were footsteps echoing in the distance. He sped up into a fast walk, than a run. Someone was coming after him. He had to get out of there, and fast. He dashed into the nearest room, gasping for breath as he leaned against the wall. He was terrified of whatever it was coming after him, but he couldn't remember why. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst through his chest. He sat down on the cold stone floor and attempted to collect his thoughts. He tried to concentrate on remembering why he was here, but his scar was burning.
The room looked so familiar. Then he realized...he was in the same room he had stumbled upon in his first year at Hogwarts. The same room where he had found the sorcerer's stone. This was the spot where he had seen Voldemort for the very first time. The room looked a lot different now. A lot dustier, and it had more of an emptiness. There wasn't anything in the room except...a mirror. Of course, the mirror of Erised. He gazed into it longingly. The last time Harry had used the mirror, and seen his parent's reflection, had been 5 years ago. He was eager to see them again. But instead of his parent's happy reflections smiling back at him, he saw...Malfoy! Malfoy winked, gazing back at Harry. A giant smirk was painted across his face. He knew at once this must be it joke. No doubt one of Malfoy's evil schemes. He tapped on the glass but it didn't help. What would Malfoy be doing here at this time of day anyhow? Then again, why was Harry running through this part of the castle at this time? He whirled around to find...nothing. He looked back at the mirror, Malfoy had vanished. He heard a voice in the distance, calling his name. Potter...POTTER! The voice gave a low hiss. He was being shaken by something and...
"Wake up Potter! Wake up!" Harry was being shaken awake by Dudley, who was yelling loudly in his ear.
"Get off me Dudley!" Harry shouted, shoving his cousin aside. "What do you want!"
"Y-your friends are here," Dudley whimpered. "No need to shove."
"They are?" Harry questioned excitedly. Harry ran down the stairs to see who had come to visit. He couldn't wait to see who it was. He knew talking to someone (other than the Dursley's) would put him in a better mood. He had been quite depressed lately; thinking about Sirius and all.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted as she pulled Harry into a tight yet friendly hug. "We're so glad to see you," she said. Harry just now realized that Ron was standing there next to Hermione.
"Hello Ron," Harry said enthusiastically, patting Ron on the shoulder.
"Sorry we couldn't come sooner," Said Ron. "We should have invited you to the burrow as well; but Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. He said you had some business to take care of."
"Oh...right," Harry said. Of course Harry knew the reason for Dumbledore's restraint. At the end of his fifth year Dumbledore had explained to Harry the reason for coming back to the Dursley's every summer. It was because his mother's blood ran through his aunt Petunia. Which gave Harry the same sort of protection as his mother's love had given him when Voldemort had tried to kill him.
Harry thought for a moment. It was rather odd that Hermione was staying at the borrow with Ron, and not Harry. Thinking of odd things brought the thought of Harry's dream to mind. Not only was it odd that Malfoy had been in the mirror instead of his parents; but he began to remember what the mirror of Erised was used for. Dumbledore had said it showed nothing more then the deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Did that mean Draco Malfoy was the deepest desire of Harry's heart? That was a very scary thought. Though it was only a dream after all. He tried to shake it off, and made a mental note not to mention this to anyone. Not even Ron or Hermione.
"Well, why don't you show us your room, Harry," Hermione said. Harry jumped slightly, realizing he had been starring off into space.
"Sure, if you want. Its not much, in fact, it's probably nothing compared to your room." He led them up the stairs and down the hall, past Dudley's room. His room was practically filled to the brim with all sorts of toys and contraptions. They made it to the end of the hall way and trough the door, leading to Harry's small box of a room.
"It's certainly...different," Ron said. Harry was rather embarrassed of his room. Even thought Ron was rather poor, his room always seemed so incredible to Harry; with quidditch posters lining the walls and empty chocolate frog boxes lying about. Not to mention it was nearly twice the size of Harry's room. Harry's walls were bare, though his room was very crammed with stuff. Seeing as how the Dursley's had given him the smallest room in the house. Though it wasn't packed because Harry had a lot of stuff. It was because before the room had come to Harry, Dudley had used it to store all of his old toy's that were currently not in use.
Ron sat down next to Hermione who had plopped herself down on Harry's bed. It seemed the only place there was to sit anyhow. Harry stationed himself next to Ron.
"So, how has your summer been so far?" Harry asked.
"Well, we've been spending a lot more time together, since you haven't been around." Hermione said, smiling at Ron. Again, Harry thought that was very suspicious. Actually he was rather jealous. All three of them were friends no doubt. But in a way, Ron and Harry had always been a little closer. Maybe it was the fact that they were both boy's.
"Harry, there is something Ron and I want to discuss with you." "Oh, and what is that?" Harry said anxiously. He was hoping and praying they weren't going to confess their newfound love for each other.
"Well, w-we..."
"Yes..." Harry coaxed.
"We want to sneak you out."
"You, what?!" he gasped, half out of shock, half out of relief.
"We want to take you to the burrow," Ron confirmed.
"But, you heard what Dumbledore said," Harry said. He didn't think it was a very good idea. But he wanted to go. The truth was, he was sick of the Dursley's. If it hadn't been for what Dumbledore said, Harry would have gotten away from there as soon as he could. Not to mention that living with Sirius was now out of the question. I was a shame, Harry would have loved to live with his godfather. But sadly, he had passed away. Harry fought back a tear.
"Yes, but we've done it before. Remember when we flew the car over to rescue you in our second year?" Ron said, trying to convince Harry.
"I know it worked then, but things are different now."
"How so?" asked Ron.
"Well..." Harry hesitated. He was afraid about what he was getting himself into. He wasn't quite sure Dumbledore would want Harry to tell them
"Go on Harry, you can tell us anything. You know that," Hermione said encouragingly. She was right. Harry shouldn't keep secrets from his friends. Besides, maybe it would change their minds about the whole thing. Then Harry could go on without having to worry. It was worth a shot.
"You see, there is a reason I have to come back to the Dursley's every summer," Harry began. "I don't just do it for fun. Believe me, I would have been out of here the first chance I had. It's because I'm protected while I'm here."
"Protected? Protected from what?" Ron broke in.
"Stop interrupting, Ronald," Hermione scowled. Ronald? Hermione only used Ron's full name when they were angry or fighting. And they certainly didn't look very angry. Maybe they were becoming even closer then he thought.
"Sorry," Ron said. "Any way, you remember what I told you about how I got my scar, how my mother's sacrifice saved me from Voldemort?"
"Yes. When she loved you, and risked your life for you. So it protected you from...Voldemort." Hermione said triumphantly. Ron winced at the sound of Voldemort's name.
"And because my mother's blood runs through my aunt Petunia, it gives me that same sort of protection; as long as I stay here in Privet drive. That's why Dumbledore wanted me to stay here. That's why I can't go with you to the burrow."
"But Harry, it'll be wicked fun, come on..."
"Ron, no," Hermione interrupted.
"But-,"
"Listen. This isn't a game. This is Harry's life were dealing with. You don't get it!" Hermione said, raising her voice. "If Voldemort has come back, we definitely don't want to put Harry at risk!"
"Hermione...trust me," Ron said soothingly. He held Hermione's hands in his own, gazing into her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of dark brown, sparkling as the light reflected off them. Tears formed in her eyes, glistening like the morning dew. He could tell she was frightened. He was scared as well; they both cared for Harry very dearly. But he seemed to care for Hermione in a different sort of way. Ron had never felt this way before. He hugged Hermione, savoring her warm embrace. He wanted to hold on to her, and never let go, to protect her from evil. She wiped her tears on Ron's shoulder.
"Its going to be ok," he said, looking into her eyes again. "We're in this together, and I-w-we, aren't going to let anything happen to you. Harry will be fine, won't you Harry?"
"Y-yes," Harry said uneasily. Ron pulled away from Hermione, rather embarrassed of what he had just done, in front of Harry. He could feel his skin turning red. There was a long and awkward silence.
"Well, now that we're all settled, we had better discuss our means of transportation," he said.
"Transportation?" Ron said as if he had just been dreaming. "Oh, right. Well Hermione, you forgot that one little detail didn't you?" said Ron mockingly.
"No, I didn't forget."
"Well, if you are thinking floo powder you're out of luck, we used it all up on the way here." Ron said, thinking he'd won the battle.
"No, not floo powder either."
"What then, let's here it shall we, if you're so smart." Ron retorted.
"Why we're going to take the night bus of course," she said as if it was quite obvious.
"Oh, I knew that."
"Well, lets not just sit around, we have to help Harry pack," Hermione said with much more confidence now.
Harry crept down the hallway, past Dudley's sleeping figure. It wouldn't be very hard for them to sneak around. Dudley's snoring was so loud, you could barely hear yourself think. Though Harry had gotten quite used to it, considering he slept in the next room. Harry gave Ron and Hermione the signal to follow him.
"He snores like an elephant," Ron whispered.
"Shhh!" Hermione shushed. "You'll wake him."
"Oh, don't worry about him, he sleeps like a rock," Harry said.
"Are you sure," Hermione asked.
"Yes, now come on."
"Well, if he isn't going to wake up?" Ron asked.
"Oh, just go!" Hermione nagged. But, what Harry didn't realize is that Dudley wasn't sleeping. As soon as they had all turned around Dudley began to watch them out of the corner of his eye. This was his one big chance to get Harry in trouble; and there wouldn't be anything Harry could do. Dudley, being nosey as he was, had listened in on their whole conversation. Now he could really get Harry badly. And this Dumbledore guy wouldn't be too happy with Harry, Dudley was sure of it. And he was right.
Harry, Ron and Hermione crept down the stairs, they were almost to the door when-
"Stop right there," Dudley shouted from the stairs.
"Oh no," Hermione said a she saw who it was. "Ronald, this is all your fault!"
"It is not!" Ron said.
"Be quiet you two, you're going to wake up my aunt and uncle," Harry whispered.
"Oh, is that what you want?" Dudley asked, grinning.
"Dudley no!" Harry pleaded.
"Oh mum! Dad! Wake up, hurry, Harry's trying to run away!" Dudley yelled at the top of his lungs. The whole neighborhood probably heard him.
"Run!" Harry shouted. "Get out of here quick!" He pushed them both out of the door following close behind.
"Oh no you don't!" Dudley shouted, he ran up the stairs, banging hard on his parents door. But Harry was already running out the door. Neither Ron nor Hermione asked questions but continued running down the street.
"So, how does this night bus thing work again?" Ron panted.
"I don't know; it just sort of appeared the last time I rode it!" Harry shouted over the sound of stomping feet. Just as Ron was about to ask another question, the night bus came hurtling down from the sky. Lamp posts and street signs jumped out of the way to avoid crashing with the large purple, triple decker bus. The bus screeched to a halt in front of the three.
"Welcome to the night bus, 'mergency transportation for a stranded witch or wizard. Please-,"
"Yeah, yeah. We know all that rubbish, now will you please let us on board!" Harry said urgently. He could already hear scrambling feet and shouting in the distance.
"I'm sorry but yah must pay the toll. That'll be two galleons each," said Ern's familiar voice. Harry could see his aunt and uncle in the distance. A plum and slow Dudley trailing behind.
"Please could it wait, we need to get out of here, now!" Harry began shouting.
"All right, all right. Since you is 'arry Potter, I guess I could make an exception."
"Thank you so very much," Hermione said with relief as they all scrambled onto the bus.
"That was a close one," Ron said as they all stood around panting. Harry was relieved as he watched his aunt and uncle, while the night bus drove away, into the night sky.
"You'll never get away with this Potter!" uncle Vernon screamed.
"Oh, yes I will," Harry thought. "Yes I will."
"We ought to get some rest," Hermione suggested. The night bus, as Harry remembered, was filled with beds instead of seats. The bus was practically deserted, except for a quiet old witch in the corner. Harry, Ron and Hermione all slept next to each other. In separate beds of course. Harry slept in between Ron and Hermione, as to prevent anything from happening. Slowly they all dosed off, though Harry was having trouble sleeping. Mostly because he was afraid he might dream of Malfoy again.
Well, this is my first fanfic, so it might not be that great, but I hope you enjoyed it.
READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!
And the Mysteries of Erised
Chapter 1
Escape
Harry was walking down the third floor corridor at Hogwarts; beads of sweat streaming down his face. There were footsteps echoing in the distance. He sped up into a fast walk, than a run. Someone was coming after him. He had to get out of there, and fast. He dashed into the nearest room, gasping for breath as he leaned against the wall. He was terrified of whatever it was coming after him, but he couldn't remember why. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst through his chest. He sat down on the cold stone floor and attempted to collect his thoughts. He tried to concentrate on remembering why he was here, but his scar was burning.
The room looked so familiar. Then he realized...he was in the same room he had stumbled upon in his first year at Hogwarts. The same room where he had found the sorcerer's stone. This was the spot where he had seen Voldemort for the very first time. The room looked a lot different now. A lot dustier, and it had more of an emptiness. There wasn't anything in the room except...a mirror. Of course, the mirror of Erised. He gazed into it longingly. The last time Harry had used the mirror, and seen his parent's reflection, had been 5 years ago. He was eager to see them again. But instead of his parent's happy reflections smiling back at him, he saw...Malfoy! Malfoy winked, gazing back at Harry. A giant smirk was painted across his face. He knew at once this must be it joke. No doubt one of Malfoy's evil schemes. He tapped on the glass but it didn't help. What would Malfoy be doing here at this time of day anyhow? Then again, why was Harry running through this part of the castle at this time? He whirled around to find...nothing. He looked back at the mirror, Malfoy had vanished. He heard a voice in the distance, calling his name. Potter...POTTER! The voice gave a low hiss. He was being shaken by something and...
"Wake up Potter! Wake up!" Harry was being shaken awake by Dudley, who was yelling loudly in his ear.
"Get off me Dudley!" Harry shouted, shoving his cousin aside. "What do you want!"
"Y-your friends are here," Dudley whimpered. "No need to shove."
"They are?" Harry questioned excitedly. Harry ran down the stairs to see who had come to visit. He couldn't wait to see who it was. He knew talking to someone (other than the Dursley's) would put him in a better mood. He had been quite depressed lately; thinking about Sirius and all.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted as she pulled Harry into a tight yet friendly hug. "We're so glad to see you," she said. Harry just now realized that Ron was standing there next to Hermione.
"Hello Ron," Harry said enthusiastically, patting Ron on the shoulder.
"Sorry we couldn't come sooner," Said Ron. "We should have invited you to the burrow as well; but Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. He said you had some business to take care of."
"Oh...right," Harry said. Of course Harry knew the reason for Dumbledore's restraint. At the end of his fifth year Dumbledore had explained to Harry the reason for coming back to the Dursley's every summer. It was because his mother's blood ran through his aunt Petunia. Which gave Harry the same sort of protection as his mother's love had given him when Voldemort had tried to kill him.
Harry thought for a moment. It was rather odd that Hermione was staying at the borrow with Ron, and not Harry. Thinking of odd things brought the thought of Harry's dream to mind. Not only was it odd that Malfoy had been in the mirror instead of his parents; but he began to remember what the mirror of Erised was used for. Dumbledore had said it showed nothing more then the deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Did that mean Draco Malfoy was the deepest desire of Harry's heart? That was a very scary thought. Though it was only a dream after all. He tried to shake it off, and made a mental note not to mention this to anyone. Not even Ron or Hermione.
"Well, why don't you show us your room, Harry," Hermione said. Harry jumped slightly, realizing he had been starring off into space.
"Sure, if you want. Its not much, in fact, it's probably nothing compared to your room." He led them up the stairs and down the hall, past Dudley's room. His room was practically filled to the brim with all sorts of toys and contraptions. They made it to the end of the hall way and trough the door, leading to Harry's small box of a room.
"It's certainly...different," Ron said. Harry was rather embarrassed of his room. Even thought Ron was rather poor, his room always seemed so incredible to Harry; with quidditch posters lining the walls and empty chocolate frog boxes lying about. Not to mention it was nearly twice the size of Harry's room. Harry's walls were bare, though his room was very crammed with stuff. Seeing as how the Dursley's had given him the smallest room in the house. Though it wasn't packed because Harry had a lot of stuff. It was because before the room had come to Harry, Dudley had used it to store all of his old toy's that were currently not in use.
Ron sat down next to Hermione who had plopped herself down on Harry's bed. It seemed the only place there was to sit anyhow. Harry stationed himself next to Ron.
"So, how has your summer been so far?" Harry asked.
"Well, we've been spending a lot more time together, since you haven't been around." Hermione said, smiling at Ron. Again, Harry thought that was very suspicious. Actually he was rather jealous. All three of them were friends no doubt. But in a way, Ron and Harry had always been a little closer. Maybe it was the fact that they were both boy's.
"Harry, there is something Ron and I want to discuss with you." "Oh, and what is that?" Harry said anxiously. He was hoping and praying they weren't going to confess their newfound love for each other.
"Well, w-we..."
"Yes..." Harry coaxed.
"We want to sneak you out."
"You, what?!" he gasped, half out of shock, half out of relief.
"We want to take you to the burrow," Ron confirmed.
"But, you heard what Dumbledore said," Harry said. He didn't think it was a very good idea. But he wanted to go. The truth was, he was sick of the Dursley's. If it hadn't been for what Dumbledore said, Harry would have gotten away from there as soon as he could. Not to mention that living with Sirius was now out of the question. I was a shame, Harry would have loved to live with his godfather. But sadly, he had passed away. Harry fought back a tear.
"Yes, but we've done it before. Remember when we flew the car over to rescue you in our second year?" Ron said, trying to convince Harry.
"I know it worked then, but things are different now."
"How so?" asked Ron.
"Well..." Harry hesitated. He was afraid about what he was getting himself into. He wasn't quite sure Dumbledore would want Harry to tell them
"Go on Harry, you can tell us anything. You know that," Hermione said encouragingly. She was right. Harry shouldn't keep secrets from his friends. Besides, maybe it would change their minds about the whole thing. Then Harry could go on without having to worry. It was worth a shot.
"You see, there is a reason I have to come back to the Dursley's every summer," Harry began. "I don't just do it for fun. Believe me, I would have been out of here the first chance I had. It's because I'm protected while I'm here."
"Protected? Protected from what?" Ron broke in.
"Stop interrupting, Ronald," Hermione scowled. Ronald? Hermione only used Ron's full name when they were angry or fighting. And they certainly didn't look very angry. Maybe they were becoming even closer then he thought.
"Sorry," Ron said. "Any way, you remember what I told you about how I got my scar, how my mother's sacrifice saved me from Voldemort?"
"Yes. When she loved you, and risked your life for you. So it protected you from...Voldemort." Hermione said triumphantly. Ron winced at the sound of Voldemort's name.
"And because my mother's blood runs through my aunt Petunia, it gives me that same sort of protection; as long as I stay here in Privet drive. That's why Dumbledore wanted me to stay here. That's why I can't go with you to the burrow."
"But Harry, it'll be wicked fun, come on..."
"Ron, no," Hermione interrupted.
"But-,"
"Listen. This isn't a game. This is Harry's life were dealing with. You don't get it!" Hermione said, raising her voice. "If Voldemort has come back, we definitely don't want to put Harry at risk!"
"Hermione...trust me," Ron said soothingly. He held Hermione's hands in his own, gazing into her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of dark brown, sparkling as the light reflected off them. Tears formed in her eyes, glistening like the morning dew. He could tell she was frightened. He was scared as well; they both cared for Harry very dearly. But he seemed to care for Hermione in a different sort of way. Ron had never felt this way before. He hugged Hermione, savoring her warm embrace. He wanted to hold on to her, and never let go, to protect her from evil. She wiped her tears on Ron's shoulder.
"Its going to be ok," he said, looking into her eyes again. "We're in this together, and I-w-we, aren't going to let anything happen to you. Harry will be fine, won't you Harry?"
"Y-yes," Harry said uneasily. Ron pulled away from Hermione, rather embarrassed of what he had just done, in front of Harry. He could feel his skin turning red. There was a long and awkward silence.
"Well, now that we're all settled, we had better discuss our means of transportation," he said.
"Transportation?" Ron said as if he had just been dreaming. "Oh, right. Well Hermione, you forgot that one little detail didn't you?" said Ron mockingly.
"No, I didn't forget."
"Well, if you are thinking floo powder you're out of luck, we used it all up on the way here." Ron said, thinking he'd won the battle.
"No, not floo powder either."
"What then, let's here it shall we, if you're so smart." Ron retorted.
"Why we're going to take the night bus of course," she said as if it was quite obvious.
"Oh, I knew that."
"Well, lets not just sit around, we have to help Harry pack," Hermione said with much more confidence now.
Harry crept down the hallway, past Dudley's sleeping figure. It wouldn't be very hard for them to sneak around. Dudley's snoring was so loud, you could barely hear yourself think. Though Harry had gotten quite used to it, considering he slept in the next room. Harry gave Ron and Hermione the signal to follow him.
"He snores like an elephant," Ron whispered.
"Shhh!" Hermione shushed. "You'll wake him."
"Oh, don't worry about him, he sleeps like a rock," Harry said.
"Are you sure," Hermione asked.
"Yes, now come on."
"Well, if he isn't going to wake up?" Ron asked.
"Oh, just go!" Hermione nagged. But, what Harry didn't realize is that Dudley wasn't sleeping. As soon as they had all turned around Dudley began to watch them out of the corner of his eye. This was his one big chance to get Harry in trouble; and there wouldn't be anything Harry could do. Dudley, being nosey as he was, had listened in on their whole conversation. Now he could really get Harry badly. And this Dumbledore guy wouldn't be too happy with Harry, Dudley was sure of it. And he was right.
Harry, Ron and Hermione crept down the stairs, they were almost to the door when-
"Stop right there," Dudley shouted from the stairs.
"Oh no," Hermione said a she saw who it was. "Ronald, this is all your fault!"
"It is not!" Ron said.
"Be quiet you two, you're going to wake up my aunt and uncle," Harry whispered.
"Oh, is that what you want?" Dudley asked, grinning.
"Dudley no!" Harry pleaded.
"Oh mum! Dad! Wake up, hurry, Harry's trying to run away!" Dudley yelled at the top of his lungs. The whole neighborhood probably heard him.
"Run!" Harry shouted. "Get out of here quick!" He pushed them both out of the door following close behind.
"Oh no you don't!" Dudley shouted, he ran up the stairs, banging hard on his parents door. But Harry was already running out the door. Neither Ron nor Hermione asked questions but continued running down the street.
"So, how does this night bus thing work again?" Ron panted.
"I don't know; it just sort of appeared the last time I rode it!" Harry shouted over the sound of stomping feet. Just as Ron was about to ask another question, the night bus came hurtling down from the sky. Lamp posts and street signs jumped out of the way to avoid crashing with the large purple, triple decker bus. The bus screeched to a halt in front of the three.
"Welcome to the night bus, 'mergency transportation for a stranded witch or wizard. Please-,"
"Yeah, yeah. We know all that rubbish, now will you please let us on board!" Harry said urgently. He could already hear scrambling feet and shouting in the distance.
"I'm sorry but yah must pay the toll. That'll be two galleons each," said Ern's familiar voice. Harry could see his aunt and uncle in the distance. A plum and slow Dudley trailing behind.
"Please could it wait, we need to get out of here, now!" Harry began shouting.
"All right, all right. Since you is 'arry Potter, I guess I could make an exception."
"Thank you so very much," Hermione said with relief as they all scrambled onto the bus.
"That was a close one," Ron said as they all stood around panting. Harry was relieved as he watched his aunt and uncle, while the night bus drove away, into the night sky.
"You'll never get away with this Potter!" uncle Vernon screamed.
"Oh, yes I will," Harry thought. "Yes I will."
"We ought to get some rest," Hermione suggested. The night bus, as Harry remembered, was filled with beds instead of seats. The bus was practically deserted, except for a quiet old witch in the corner. Harry, Ron and Hermione all slept next to each other. In separate beds of course. Harry slept in between Ron and Hermione, as to prevent anything from happening. Slowly they all dosed off, though Harry was having trouble sleeping. Mostly because he was afraid he might dream of Malfoy again.
Well, this is my first fanfic, so it might not be that great, but I hope you enjoyed it.
READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!