Harry Potter and the Witch of Seven Schools
Chapter 4: A New Job
When they got into the pensieve, Hannah was surprised at how everything looked, she had imagined it, but not in the least bit like this, the only thing the same, was the graveyard. But the way that she knew the graveyard, it had changed.
When she looked around to see if Harry and Cedric were anywhere near, she saw them a few yards away. They were just examining everything, and had just gotten there. It was the very beginning.
Harry turned around so he wouldn't have to see everything again. Hannah just kept looking. Soon she saw everything. Voldemort being brought back, and Cedric being killed, Harry fighting Voldemort, and when the connection came, Hannah did her bit.
She had practiced in many other memories, so she knew what she was doing. She quickly made it so that they were actually a part of the memory. When Cedric came out of the wand, or the connection, Hannah made sure that it would be long enough so that she could talk to Cedric. When her part was done, she told Harry to go over.
"Cedric-" Harry started, getting cut off by Voldemort realizing that there were two Harry'.
"This is impossible! You will die first!" Voldemort said, turning to the Harry from the future.
"Hurry Harry, I will protect you." Hannah said, then looking at the other Harry, said, "Harry, you take Cedric' body back and go, now!"
Voldemort, right after she finished saying this, shot to kill Harry, from the future, but it was blocked.
"You cannot block the Imperious curse! Who are you that you are able to do this?" Voldemort yelled out to Hannah.
"Just a random brat that you will so have to deal with, so get used to it, and would you stop screaming? That in itself is starting to get really annoying, not to mention you going berserk about a loss of power." Hannah said, facing him.
"Cedric, would you like to be able to come back, and help to defeat Voldemort? There is a way that we can keep you from dy-…staying dead." Harry asked him quickly, remembering what they were there to do, after watching Hannah and Voldemort having a battle of words.
"I will someday be ruler over the entire universe. And anyone who stands up against me will die a cruel death." Voldemort said, raising his wand for a spell.
"Good luck with that, you probably won't even be alive for another year. If Harry didn't want to kill you himself so badly, then you would already be dead. You will never be ruler over anything, and someday, not even your own life." Hannah said, blocking his curse.
"Cedric, are you going to, or not?" Hannah asked quickly, turning to face him, yet still paying attention to Voldemort.
"I will. I will see you then." Cedric said, going back into the wand.
After they got this affirmation, Hannah took Harry and left, still blocking attacks from Voldemort, so that they would not both die in getting out of the memory.
When they were back out, Hermione and Ron both asked as many questions as could be imagined. 'What was going on', 'was Cedric going to come and help', 'when they were noticed, what did Voldemort do', 'was everything going to work out as planned'.
"Everything is fine. I will be leaving soon to see about bringing Cedric back, since we will be needing his help immensely." Hannah said, sitting down and rubbing her hands over her eyes. She was getting very tired. She didn't know how much longer she could keep going.
"Why don't you wait a couple more days? You just brought Sirius back, and there's no reason to rush." Hermione said, sitting down by her.
"Yes there is. Voldemort is quickly gaining power, and I'm afraid that if Harry wishes to defeat him, he must hurry, or else he will be overcome." Hannah said, turning to Hermione with a half haunted face.
"But he can't continue, can he?" Ron asked, thinking about some of the Horcruxes that had been found already.
"Yes, he will always gain more power until he is finally beaten. When he is dead, then if we do not wear him thin, he will possibly come back. We must make him so tired that he cannot, no matter what." Hannah said, walking out and closing the door behind her.
"What are we going to do? We don't know as much as Voldemort. How are we going to defeat him? Or even Harry for that matter, even though Harry has received special training, he still won't be able to beat him like he is." Hermione said, turning to them, and wishing that she had all her books.
"Well, we had better train then." Harry said, getting up to see about some lessons from Dumbledore and Sirius.
After setting a way for Dumbledore to get the cabin, Hannah left, heading for that way herself. She knew that Sirius would not be leaving anytime soon, and since he still had his wand, he was probably going to train with Harry.
When Hannah got back to the cabin, since she walked half the way thinking, she got something to eat, and sat down in a chair, Indian style, to meditate, since that would always calm her down, so she could work easier.
After some time of that, she almost fell asleep several different times, she decided to go ahead and start. In the meditation, she found that, if she took it very easy afterwards, then she could still do this.
She sat down on the floor Indian style again, in front of the fireplace. She started her meditation again, since that is how she started. Once she felt she had her power completely in control, since usually she didn't, then she fixed an image of Cedric in her mind, how he had died, and how much he could help, not to mention if he was able to stay through everything, then the joy of family and friends.
She thought of all the things that he had yet to learn, and the fact that other than his parents, he didn't have a family of his own. She thought about all she knew that he had done in his life, to help people, and how he cared for people.
Since this was also important, she thought about his build, and height, and weight, the color of his skin, and his hair.
Once she had everything she needed running through her mind, she kept it circling.
Whenever she was doing this, she didn't know anything about what was going on around her, so she didn't know if Dumbledore was back yet, or what time it was, or anything. All she knew was that it had been several hours since she had started.
She was just barely able to keep going once she got nearly done, but she knew she had to, otherwise it would not work, and all this work would go to waste, and she would be out for days for nothing.
Once she was finally done, she opened her eyes for a split second, and was immediately unconscious.
Since Dumbledore was still not back, then she lay there unconscious not knowing in her mind inside her sleep when she would wake up, or what was going to happen.
She had lain there for about an hour or two when Cedric woke up. Not knowing where he was, he got up, looked around, saw Hannah on the floor unconscious and remembered the visit he had received about this in the pensieve.
He walked over to her from where he was, and kneeled down to get a better look at her. She was plainly dressed, as if she were walking among the muggles. Her hair went down to the middle of her back, and it was a very light brown with streaks of gold. She was considerably pretty, not the best looking person, but she did look nice.
When he tried to wake her, though could not, he realized how tired she must be, and that she was not sleeping, but unconscious.
Hannah later learned that Dumbledore never came home during the night, but came back a few hours after she finished. When he walked in, he saw Hannah on the floor, unconscious, and Cedric sitting next to her, falling asleep, but having been watching her.
When Cedric realized that someone else was there, he looked up into the face of Dumbledore.
"Headmaster." Cedric said, doing his best to stand after sitting and getting stiff.
"It is alright Cedric. Sit, please." Dumbledore told him, taking a seat himself.
"Sir, if you don't mind my asking, why are you not at the school?" Cedric asked, looking down again at the face of Hannah.
"Because, everyone thinks that I am dead. The only people who don't think that anymore, are Hannah, the Weasley', Sirius Black, and yourself." Dumbledore said, noticing when he mentioned Sirius that Cedric looked up sharply with a question on his face. "Sirius is innocent. The man that he supposedly killed, Peter Pettigrew, is still alive, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron have seen him, not to mention Pro. Lupin, and Black himself. Oh, and you have also. In the graveyard." He explained calmly.
Cedric again looked down, trying to get used to the idea that he might meet Sirius Black, whom everyone thought was a mass murderer.
"Any more questions. Come now, I know you must have quite a few." Dumbledore said, smiling and trying to make him feel more comfortable.
"Who…who is this?" Cedric asked, mentioning Hannah.
"Her name is Hannah. This is her home, and she took me in from a cave to this. She also brought Sirius and yourself back to life. She has a very strange gift. She is also able to block the unforgivable curses, and is able to toy with Voldemort, unlike anyone else who is lucky if they get away alive." Dumbledore said, rising from his seat. "I suppose we ought to get her to her room."
He brought out his wand, and put her on another invisible stretcher, like he had done before, and took her to her room. Then he turned back to Cedric. "Come," he said, walking to an empty room, "This will be your room."
"Thank you." Cedric said, walking in and sitting on the bed.
"Don't thank me, thank Hannah, it's her house, and she's the one that brought you back. Though for right now, you will not be able to use much magic." Dumbledore said, turning around and walking into his room.
After Cedric had settled in, he went ahead and slept for a few hours, and then went to check and see where they were, and what the situation was with Hannah.
When he realized that they were close to Hogsmead, then he started wondering if it would be possible to go and see his parents, and maybe some friends as well.
"No my boy, you cannot." Dumbledore said when Cedric asked him. "It is to dangerous. Right now, we cannot let people know that we have a way to bring people back."
Cedric just said that he understood, and walked to his room. It was the third day, and Hannah had still not woken up. He was starting to wonder if she ever would, or if something had happened to her.
They went about life, and on the seventh day, when Cedric was walking past her room, he saw that Hannah was awake, and trying to get up.
"I really don't think that you should be doing that." Cedric said, walking over to the bed. "Everyone that I've talked to said that you have to stay in bed longer, since after Sirius you just got up when you woke. And you've also had quite a few visitors. Lets see here…Harry Potter…Hermione Granger…Ron Weasley…Sirius Black…Fred and George Weasley, saying that they were worried they would loose their best customer…Mr. and Mrs. Weasley…Ginny Weasley…basically all the Weasley'…and three people that I don't know who they were."
"I hope that I didn't worry anyone. I was already very tired, and then I attempted to do things that really should have waited." Hannah said, lying back against her pillows.
When he looked at her closer, he realized that she was even prettier than he first thought, especially when her hair was right around her, and messed up. He didn't know why, but he liked it when the hair was not combed.
"Not to much, just the fact that it's been seven days since anyone has actually talked to you, and you've been unconscious, and its like you were in a coma." Cedric replied, sitting down in the chair that was by the bed.
"I'm sorry, I know that Mrs. Weasley must have gone nuts when she learned that I had been out this long, and that, in her words, I was not being properly taken care of. You must understand that she does all she can to take care of people to the extent of her ability." Hannah said, smiling.
Cedric laughed. "That is true, she does like everything done her way, and the best that anyone could do."
After that there was an awkward silence for several minutes, in which they both studied each other. What Hannah found about Cedric was he was very good looking, seemed to be very nice, and seemed to enjoy life. Also he seemed to know his magic, because she saw him summon some food and water for her.
Cedric saw in Hannah that she had a very strange gift, among other things.
After another moment, Cedric spoke. "How…how are you able to-er…um…how do you-" Cedric tried to get enough courage, but failed in his asking his question.
"How am I able to bring people back? I don't know. I had wanted to ask Dumbledore, hoping that he would be able to help me, but then I learned that he was dead. When I tried to bring him back, I was unable to, so I knew that he wasn't dead, I just didn't know where he was, so I summoned the power that I was going to use to bring him back, and searched for him, when I found him, he didn't have an answer for me either." Hannah explained.
"It seems somewhat strange that Dumbledore would not have an answer to something. Though I guess it was the same way with Harry, in some things." Cedric replied, deep in thought.
"Many things must go unexplained. I don't know why, but until something is finished, it cannot be explained." Hannah said, repeating something she had learned in one of the schools she had gone to.
After she said this, Cedric turned to leave the room, seeing that she was starting to fall asleep again.
"Cedric, promise me something." Hannah said, remembering something that had to be done.
"Okay. I owe you my life, so I think I can do something for you." Cedric said, turning around again.
"I know you probably want to see them, but you must promise me that you won't see your parents, or don't let them know that you are alive. Very few people must know. But this would be best, since we don't know if you'll live through all of this, then if you do die, your parents won't loose you again, since I won't be able to bring you back again." Hannah said, leaning back, and starting to fall asleep in the middle of her sentence.
Cedric didn't want to, but he promised her anyway.
"Good. Thank you." Hannah replied, almost instantly falling asleep.
Cedric walked from the room, thinking about what she had said. After awhile, he was glad that he hadn't been able to find his parents, with the way that she put things.
"I guess I still have a lot to learn since I've come back. So much has changed." He said to himself, closing the door to his room behind him.