Disclaimer : I own nothing! The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I have just borrowed her ideas and played around with them.
Summary : Harry is reintroduced to the Wizarding World at the young age of three, however it is not the light side that help him first.
Hi again. I'm quite proud...it hasn't been such a gap this time. Though i beg your forgiveness now that this is shorter than most of my chapters. This event had to be a chapter then im jumping foward in time and didn't want that in the same chapter. Thanks for your reviews, they mean alot. Also i dont know what is wrong with this, but it wouldn't let me put my lines in...so the dashes are the breaks. Sorry!
Anyway, Enjoy!
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A movement to his side disturbed his peaceful sleep and the current dream bubble was burst. It felt like it was moving up the bed, and then he felt it touch his arm.
Still not fully awake, he swatted his arm lethargically, only to hit nothing but his skin. Another movement to his other side. And again by his foot. He suddenly hundreds of little things were moving around him, crawling over his limbs.
He sat up quickly, his eyes flying open, looking down he was surprised to see nothing there and the feeling disappeared instantly.
He was about to lie down and go back to sleep when he abruptly stopped. "How come I can see?" He whispered gruffly.
He looked up to the top of his bed. Right at the end hung a large blue bubble, which was emitting a small amount of light.
Neville scratched at his hair in confusion. He had never seen that before.
He jumped and thousands of tiny bits fell from the ceiling. Thinking it was the bugs he had felt before he scrambled back against his headboard, pushing himself away from the tiny specks. He stopped in puzzlement as they all stopped at his eye level and piling together in a clump. He watched as a piece of paper was formed in front of him. As the paper formed, an elegantly curved writing formed on the paper. Horror filled inside him as he read the small note.
Morning Longbottom,
Here's something I thought you would enjoy.
Love
Keaira-Armelle Drucilla Lestrange.
XxX
Keaira's soft voice filled the air of his small confined bed with the one word Neville did not want to hear.
"Crucio"
The paper caught unexpectedly alight, disintegrating before into nothing before it hit the bedclothes. A small burst of spray had come from the paper as it caught alight, filling Neville's lungs as he breathed it in.
The finale made Neville scream in terror. All of the bit before had happened so quickly, that just after Keaira's voice had silenced, six red beams bust from the curtains, cutting across each other and hitting the curtain opposite, or the ones coming towards Neville hit the head board as he flung himself flat against the sheets, screaming. As they hit the curtain, they fizzled out of sight.
The curtains flew open and Neville screamed again, fearing it was the dark haired girl come to get him again.
"Neville! Neville! Come on it's your friends! Stop screaming, we aren't going to hurt you!" Ron tried, watching the boy shaking on the bed.
Blaise grabbed hold of the Neville, and turned him over so he was facing them. His eyes were wide, pupils were fully dilated. His screaming had died down now, with the boys trying to calm him.
"Dean, get a glass of water."
"From where?"
"Are you a wizard or not?" Blaise said harshly, not raising his voice so as not to startle the boy he was helping to sit up.
"Yes, but I don't know a spell for that." Dean retorted.
"Well there is a drinking water tap in the toilets, with cups beside. Why don't you try that?"
Dean blushed and ran quickly out the room.
Neville breathing was very rapid, his body clammy and shaking.
"Neville! Neville, tell us what's wrong." Blaise tried carefully.
Seamus suddenly spoke up. "He's going into shock! Lie him back down"
"Stating the obvious aren't we? And do you think I don't know what I'm doing? He can't exactly drink while lying can he?" Blaise retorted, letting go of the boy and standing up.
"Now's not the time to argue!" Ron said. Blaise and Seamus had never gotten along well.
As they turned back to the boy on the bed, his eyes rolled back and he fell back in a dead faint. None of them noticed the blue bubble burst above them.
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Draco rolled back on the bed, laughing loudly. Harry had extended the bed so there was more room, and a silencing charm was wrapped around them so no one else could hear them.
"That was fucking amazing!" He said in between bouts of laughter.
Keaira smirked. "Why thank you!"
"But, Keaira, the Gryffindorks are now going to take him to the Infirmary, she will inform the headmaster and he will find out it was you. Remember the warning from the Dark Lord about Dumbledore's legilimency skills." Pansy stated from her laid back position, her blonde hair pooled around her on the pillow.
"No he won't. That's what the burst of spray was for. The potion it came from enters the body and then goes to the specified memory, which had just happened. It is made to make things about an event impossible to be looked at. All I had to do was soak the paper with the spell already on it, so the words and voice spell, in the potion and then in that memory he will not be able to see the writing, or hear the voice if he looks at the memory and he will also not be able to say it. Of course he will know it was me. But he can't say it, and if he puts the memory in a pensieve, which I have no doubt Dumbledore will do when he finds he can't read it in the memory, he will not see my writing or hear my voice. It's simple really."
Pansy nodded. Harry smiled "Nice combination of spells. I bet your mother will be pleased."
"Thanks Manelin." Keaira said, "But also, if it hadn't been for your help I couldn't have done it." She added, throwing her arms around his neck. He chuckled at her and he held her close.
"Keaira, I take it Manelin understands completely what you did, but I'm still confused." Draco admitted. "Explain it, I know you explained the memory potion bit, but just roughly so we get an idea."
"Sure Dray. Well the feeling bugs were just to get him up. It was under a timed spell that was set to go off dead on six when we would all be watching and to wake him up and let the fun commence! The first spell of the prank caused the paper to fall down and assemble itself in mid air again from the tiny pieces. The next spell I used caused writing to appear on paper and my voice to say something, and it does not necessarily have to be what is written on the paper. You just had to add the words in while saying the spell. There was a potion causing a delayed burst of flames that disintegrated the paper and caused it to turn to dust that disappeared before it touched the bed. The next potion was the memory potion that he breathed in. Then I used a spell, which causes harmless red beams, for Cruciatus. And then a trigger spell to release the red beams from the curtains and for the silencing spell to cease. I couldn't have anyone else hearing my voice or coming in if he screamed too early. But I wanted people to hear him scream after! It's more fun that way." She said with an evil grin.
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"Congratulations Bella, Rodolphus. You have a very talented daughter." Lucius commented as the water rushed back into the crystal bowl they had been using to view the whole event. The bubble at the top of the bed fed through everything that happened so everyone in the mansion could view it and also at Hogwarts where the children were watching it.
"Why thank you Lucius" Bella smirked as she answered. She felt pride rushing through her veins.
"Rhian, maybe you could explain everything that happened and how she did that. We all know it was you who helped, I'm just slightly confused at it." Waite said from his seat.
After Rhian had explained, Bella's smile was triumphant.
"Excuse me. I would like to go and write an owl to my daughter." Bella said as she stood up. Rodolphus also stood, wanting to express his pride to his only daughter as well.
"No need for an owl." The dark lord waved his hand. "Keahi" He said quietly and all members of the room jumped as black and red phoenix appeared in the room.
None of them had ever seen Manelin's phoenix, though the children had told them about her.
"She is much quicker than an owl. And I trust that Manelin and the others are in bed watching this, so it shouldn't be a problem sending her." He paused. "Liddy!"
A small house elf popped into view. "Yes sir?"
"I need parchment and a quill immediately." He said, without even glancing at the small elf.
"Yes sir." She said before disappearing.
It wasn't long before she popped back into view, clutching the expensive quill and parchment in her arms. Voldemort took it from her arms and dismissed her. He passed it to the beautiful witch on his right.
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"Come on Mr Longbottom. I just want to look into your mind for the prank. You won't even feel it." Dumbledore said softly to the boy.
He had woken about five minutes ago and informed them of the prank though he couldn't say who did it, although he said he knew. Dumbledore found this odd.
He watched a Neville nodded his head and looked up and into the old wizard's eye.
There was silence for about five minutes. Ron, Blaise, Seamus and Dean didn't make a sound or move; scared to ruin the process Dumbledore was going through.
Dumbledore suddenly frowned and moved away.
"How peculiar." He said quietly to himself. Then in a louder voice, looking back to the boy on the bed, "Mr Longbottom, would you allow me to put that memory into a pensieve? Something seems to be wrong with the memory. Are you sure there was writing on the paper? The name you say?"
"Yes sir, but I can't say to what it said. Every time I go to, I almost forget." Neville explained. "You can put it in a pensieve sir if you think that will help."
"I will go and retrieve it from my office" And with that, he walked out the infirmary in a flurry of blue robes with twinkling stars.
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Dumbledore collapsed back into his seat. He rubbed his hands across his wrinkled face tiredly.
They had had no joy with the pensieve; it was exactly as he had seen in it in Neville's head.
"Who ever did this was a talented and powerful witch or wizard," he muttered to himself. "But who could it be?"
He picked up a lemon drop from the golden bowl on his desk and placed it into his mouth, and began the puzzlement of who this mysterious prankster was.
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Hope you enjoyed that, and thanks to MarauderinglyMagical whose review gave me the idea for this chapter! Please review, they are always appreciated!
Lauren xxxx
