Harry Potter and the Veil of Voices
Fan Fiction by Kinshuk Sunil.
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Chapter I: Two Worlds Unite
"The Prime Minister today has advised the general public to remain in their homes as much as possible." The news reporter drawled throughout the nation, in the television boxes of its citizen. "In his address to the nation, he emphasised that an unpercedented meteorological activity is resulting in the chilling weather and the unusually dense mist. He also repeated that criminals are using such circumstances to spread disquiet into the lives of us all, and the frequent reports of people collapsing without any reason, absolutely healthy but disoriented beyond repair are mere rumors. He has also emphasised that the government is doing everything in their capability to control the situation. However, since man cannot win over Nature, he has advised that we practice extra caution." She paused.
"In light of recent events many rumors have become prevalent. Many people have reported that fellow citizens just dropped down disoriented without any apparent reason. We conducted a small reserach into the matter and the various other rumors. Over to Richie who is in the field for details."
The view in the Television boxes changed from the pompus newsroom to a darkly illuminated street of some hamlet somewhere in the country. "Thank You, Jessica..." He continued in a worried, yet chirpy voice. "... in this village about 70 miles from London, the villagers, here, report of very unusual activities. I have with me one Mr. Jeff Thompson. Now, Mr Thompson here reports of spotting devil incarnate prowling after dark at the ourskirts of the college. What was it Mr. Thompson?"
"Well... actually..." the bummer was making his first live statement ever, he was nervous. "...There was this guys in black cloths and instead of a face he had naked skull..." he shivered due to the chill caused by relieving the memory, "...yes, naked skull... no flesh at all and it prowled at the outskirts of the village." He paused. "He was Satan incarnate!" He shuddered.
"As you can see, Jessica. The people here are very scared and they dont buy the rubbish the government is selling to them. It is soemthing unprecedented that they fear. Perhaps the End of Days is coming. We have similar reports from various parts of the nation and certainly there cannot be nation-wide hoaxes as that will take meticulous planning. It becomes quite apparent that the minister is indeed hiding something. Back to you."
"Thank You Richie", Jessica continued. "we now move on to our next correspondent who is at the little village called Godric's Hollow, which for some unknown reasons has suddenly become the centre of such evil rumors. Our correspondent did some research here and came out with some truth. Over to you Dawlish"
"Thank you Jessica", said Dawlish as the camera zoomed onto him. Behind him was a ruin of a very old house that was ripped apart years ago and since then had never been inhabitated. "I stand here at Godrics hollow and report to all our viewers events and facts that i researched in the past two weeks. Rumor-mongers have called Godrics Hollow an unusual place since the mysterious fire that destroyed this house..." he gestured to the house in the background "...sixteen years ago. There were accounts of irresponsible cooking that caused fire, however, what could not be explained were the different accounts that different people had for teh accident. Since then people have kept observing unusual activities in this part of the nation. Since the last two years, the number of unusual tourists has increased manifold and some of these are indeed strange with improper sense of dressing." He chuckled. "However, when i came here and started my observations, I have not found any proof of Satan or his henchmen. It is simply the bad weather and the strange tourists that has promoted such reactions. When things go wrong, we find unusual things everywhere." He paused.
"We had many reports of people dropping disoriented without any apparent reason and upon further research we have found that it is due to this chill. The bad weather and the unusual meteorological activity is causing some unknown damage to the human brain. Further research is still on. Thus, we would like to enforce to our viewers that do not belive any rumors, it is all unprecedented natural activities that are now being explained by science. we will like to remind you that this began with that cyclone in the west country in the west country, which again was unforeseen. Back to you."
"Thank you Dawlish. We would like to tell our viewers that we have presented both views of the story to our viewers. Though we do not believe in rumors or controversies, we have done an unbiased appraisal of the situation. It is for you to decide what is the truth. However we believe..." droned on Jessica, "... that the meteorological explanations are quite true. we now have the country's top meteorological experts to discuss the matter with us..."
"Bug their experts"
Vernon Dursley who was untill now watching the telecast with a stony-faced expression, suddenly returned to life. Tensed, a vein was throbbing dangerously in his forehead.
"What do you make of all this Petunia, dear"
Petunia, who was sitting next to him hadn't still returned back from Godric's Hollow. That house was still the only thing etched in her vision. She shivered.
"It is something related to his world, innit?" He growled. "Earlier he troubled only us, but now, the whole country. his kind, has got no consideration for decent people living a fair life".
"Where is he now, diddykins?" said Petunia, returning from her trance-like state. "When did you last see him?"
Dudley was surprised to hear the change in his mother's voice, she was concerned for that Potter brat.
"I dunno... he went out in the afternoon. I havent seen him since." he said feebly.
"Its almost Eigth PM now...", she said, wide-eyed, "we must look for him."
"What? What's got into you Petunia?" Thundered Vernon.
"That house they showed in the news, Vernon... that was where they lived... that was where it all began" Petunia sounded scared. "This is what he told me, in the end, Harry's going to need us. He can only end this, and we have to help him..." She looked at Vernon, Vernon reflected the look with a look that made Petunia think that she's caught some contagious disease, "... afterall we are his only family."
"Petunia... are you... dear, are you alright! You look so exhausted." Vernon eyed her with concern.
"We have to find him"
"OK, we will. But you go and take some rest"
"Dont send diddykins alone... its not safe anymore, anywhere. This is what he warned me, what it would be like in the end." She retired in the nearest chair. She had suddenly become too tired even to stand.
"Who warned you?" Dudley could not stop himself.
"Dumbledore." she said. "The headmaster of his school, the wizard who picked him last year." she added, when they both did not register the name.
Suddenly the plush room of number four, privet drive seemed vacant, as if the derelict house of a dead person.
"Dumbledore told me this is how it is when Voldemort's in power. And now Harry has todefeat him for only Harry can do that"
"You mean that boy is going to save us? His kind is going to save all of us? Preposterous!" Vernon was again turning purple - his favorite shade when talking about the boy called Harry Potter.
"You dont understand Vernon" said a defeated Petunia, who was shocked to see the ruin of a house at Godric's Hollow "if Harry fails, the whole world will be like that house."
"What house"
"The house they showed in news, Vernon. The one at Godric's Hollow. It was there, where Lily lived".
"You knew it?" bellowed a skinny boy, who was about to be seventeen soon, from the outside of the window of Number 4, Privet Drive and Dudley could swear, he was not there a moment ago.
"Harry, please come inside. There is so much dumbledore wanted me to tell you. He said you and him are both at risk and so he entrusted me to give you the information"
"He's dead" said the skinny boy who was once called 'The Boy who Lived' and now was refred to as 'The Chosen One', though the people who knew him also remembered that there was a time when his name too was known. His name was Harry Potter.
"What..." she gasped "Who's dead?" Questioned Vernon.
"Dumbledore's dead" said harry, quietly. The grief returning to him. "Snape killed him." He reminded himself.
"You mean the Potion teacher? Oh dear..." said Petunia in a low voice
"You know about him"
"There's a lot i have to tell you, Harry dear. Come inside and give me some time."
Slowly, the 'Chosen One' walked inside the living room. He was shocked with the truth. How come Aunt Petunia knew so much? Was he now going to learn about Dumbledore's correspondence with her?
He was also shocked with another thing. It was the first time that the dursley's were calling him by name. And it was the first time, Petunia called him 'dear'. Suddenly, for the first time Harry noted, how much Aunt Petunia resembled her sister.
As the world was falling apart, Harry felt, suddenly two worlds were coming together, were uniting.
End of Chapter One.
OK! I know it is lame. But do give your feedback, I intend to improve this to a good quality so as it would be enjoyable while reading.
Thank you for reading it.