Chapter 7- Confirmed Suspicions
On Thursday, the 13th, Madam Maxine was eagerly waiting Dumbledore's owl. From her childhood, she had loved trying to solve mysteries and help the victims. This time the 'victim' was one of her students, which made the solving part more important. She had just eaten lunch in the Dining Hall and was walking around the fountain in the middle of the grounds, when Fawkes flamed into existence on her shoulder. He held a message from Dumbledore.
Dear Olympe,
Do you mind if we shift the meeting about 3 hours ahead? Urgent business has come up and I must be at Hogwarts till matters are sorted out.
Regards,
Albus Dumbledore.
By looking at the letter, you could make out the hurry in which it was written. She wondered if anything wrong had happened at Hogwarts. After all it was a place of mischief with 5,000 hormone-controlled children with no inclination of following rules whatever. But what would be that important that the headmaster need to attend to? Madam Maxime didn't give the post that much thought and went on with her daily work: answering queries of parents and teachers alike, checking the lesson plans of each year, etc.
Ginny was just wandering through the corridors of the Defense ward at school when she suddenly felt a vision of a dark, stingy chamber as the torches of the ward suddenly were blown away. She was overcome of a feeling of suffocation and helplessness. She tried to run away when she heard a voice say, "Ginerva! Miss Weasley!" By the time Prefect Fleur Delacour reached the girl, she had fainted away.
Some miles away, Harry Potter doing his charms homework in the Gryffindor common room, went out cold.
Where am I?! was the simultaneous surprised cry echo in the bonded minds. Harry was surprised to find himself in a bright room decorated with Gryffindor colors, filled with various trunks of different shapes and sizes. When accounted carefully, he noticed that all them had the same plaque- HARRY JAMES POTTER stuck on the front of the trunk. When he ventured across the room, a small trunk labeled- Parents caught his attention. He slowly opened it, his heart beating wildly in his chest. As soon as the trunk was completely opened, he could see a memory playing in front of him:-
His mother, Lily Potter was trying to get him dressed up for the day and Little Harry was thrashing about, refusing to sit still. When suddenly James entered the scene, lifting Harry into his arms while saying, " Lils, you should be ashamed of yourself! Dressing up a Potter into a Tutshill Tornadoes tshirt. Oh the shame!" "James! The Tutshill Tornadoes are MY favorite team and soon Harry will be supporting it too. I don't understand why you find Puddlemere United so fascinating!" Finally both burst out laughing and James bent down and pecked Lily on the cheek and said, "Let's compromise, Puddlemere tshirt and Tutshill pajamas, what say?" Lily looked at her loving family and whispered," Perfect."
Harry was siting on the bed in the room, with tears on his cheeks. Suddenly he started sobbing for all the times he wished he had his parents back.
Ginny awoke with a start in a room covered with pastel colours with the walls of the room completely covered with photographs of her with different people, some which she sweared were never taken. Each picture showed her displaying different emotions. Beneath each photo was a label. But she walked to the far right corner of the large room, opposite to the large window. She was drawn to an elegant but fascinating looking door. On closer inspection, she found the engraving- H.J.P. Feeling another headache starting to build up in her temples, she tried to recall where she had heard this name before, it sounded very familiar. She tried to open the door but to find that it was locked. When she thought of the reason of why the door wasn't opening, she felt as if she knew the answer- now wasn't the correct time. She could feel some strong feeling of sadness and despair coming from the other side of the door and tried to send some warmth by pushing her hands against the cold stone door, thinking of happiness.
On the other side of the door, Harry was hit with the feeling of care, warmth and love and felt an unexpected feeling arise from the depths of his soul. Hope.
AN: Not my best, but it'll do I guess. I've been having a bit of writer's block so bear with me. Read&Review. -MQ
