Harry Potter and the Portents of Doom 9/?
Rated: R contains violence and hints of non-con. Slash of the HP/SS variety in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side. I will put appropriate warnings up when we get to the violent Death Eater scenes though. Please heed the warnings.
Visions and Peach Cobbler
Harry went down to the kitchens in place of dinner, along with Hermione and Ron, to check on Dobby the House Elf. Since Harry was otherwise occupied in the hospital wing the night before, he had not the chance to make sure Dobby was feeling better. Before the beginning of Sixth Year, Harry had seen Dobby as little more than an irritant, although well meaning overall. Harry had realized however the day before, just how much the little house elf cared about him, even if he had a funny way of showing it.
Not particularly wanting to deal with the continued gossiping of his classmates, Harry and company decided that dinner was a perfect time to visit Dobby. It was physically impossible to remain upset around the excitable elf, so perhaps a visit was just what Harry needed before his detention with Snape. The more Harry thought about it through the afternoon the angrier he became with his unfair treatment during Potions class. He didn't however have the energy to argue with Snape about it. Besides the fact that it would presumably accomplish nothing, Harry still wasn't feeling up to snuff after his miserable night.
He tickled the fruit on the door and entered quietly with his two best friends on either side to find the kitchen in chaos as the elves ran around preparing dinner for the population of Hogwarts.
"Dobby's over there." Ron pointed toward the far side of the room where a group of harried house elves were preparing a large portion of what looked to be peach cobbler.
"Humph." Hermione snorted disdainfully. "This is disgraceful. Look at how rushed they are. I bet no one ever even thanks them for the food."
For a long moment the trio stared in awe as the magic increased to a fever pitch with their little bodies rushing every which way.
"Do you think they need some help?" Ron asked wonderingly, for once not finding Hermione's ideas annoying.
"Dunno." Harry answered with a small shrug. "Shall we ask them?"
The three Gryffindors walked carefully across the room to where Dobby was stationed, trying not to get in the way of the others. Harry nervously cleared his throat hoping to get his attention without startling the elf. The effect was shocking. Every single house elf in the kitchen stopped their work abruptly and turned to face a now red-faced Harry.
"Harry Potter, sir. What may Dobby do for you?" Dobby asked in a restrained fashion for him, glancing at his brethren from the corner of his eye.
"Er, sorry to interrupt Dobby. We just wanted to visit with you, but we can see you all are busy. Do you need any help at all?" Harry asked nervously rubbing his forehead absent-mindedly.
The house elves all gasped and a few of them shrieked in shock, which Harry ignored, his gaze meeting Dobby's overly large eyes.
"Oh Harry Potter is truly a great wizard." Dobby gushed looking close to tears. "There is no need for great wizard and Harry's Wheezy and Meeny to fix food. House elves love serving their small masters."
"But we would love to help you, Dobby." Hermione reassured, stepping closer to whisper in the elf's ear. "In fact we were hoping to avoid the Great Hall all together. Harry was looking forward to visiting with you."
"If sir wishes." Dobby agreed tremulously.
"Great." Ron gushed brightly, smiling gently at Dobby. Ever since the attack in DADA, the entire trio had been especially concerned about him. "Just set us to work."
Although a few of the more vocal house elves disagreed fervently, soon the trio was working seamlessly with the others and prepared a large assortment of deserts. The following hour was the most fun Harry had since the beginning of last summer. Although they were productive the three friends joked about a bit as well, even encouraging the little elves to join in at times.
Once they were finished many of the elves gathered around the table where Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting and transfigured a mountain of food for them. They were all jumping cheerfully around, listening attentively as Harry asked after Dobby's health and about the work that the house elves did in general. The friendly atmosphere carried over into desert and the kitchen was full of laughter as they all ate peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.
Harry was staring off into his pumpkin juice, smiling slightly, for once content. He was listening to the ongoing conversation with half an ear, simply enjoying the novelty of being able to relax. Without realizing it Harry's staring became more fixed until he was in an almost trance-like state. So immersed was he that he didn't hear his friends calling his name repeatedly.
The light shined off of the orange-colored juice in such a way that Harry almost could see into the cup itself. The more he concentrated the greater the reflection seemingly became until he saw a picture clear enough in the glaze of candlelight. Harry watched as a girl ran up a darkened street, a flash of green light hit the building behind her. Suddenly the vision changed to a small courtyard that Harry didn't recognize filled with men in black robes repeatedly cursing someone in the center of the circle they made with their bodies. He tried to see who was being tortured but only noticed a glimpse of a blue robe before he was shaken out of the vision.
"Harry!" Ron called anxiously as Hermione cried in the background. "Snap out of it mate."
"Huh?" Harry asked opening his eyes dazedly, staring into the warm brown of his friend's gaze. "What happened?"
"You tell us. You just went into a trance or something."
"Oh Harry." Hermione gasped, practically throwing herself into Harry's arms. "You wouldn't wake up. We were just about to get Madame Pomfrey."
"Don't worry. I'm fine now. I don't know what the bloody hell that was, but I'm alright."
It was only after Hermione let go that he noticed all of the house elves gathered around practically in tears.
"Hey now, not to worry. I'm okay now. It was just the stress I think." Harry reassured them bashfully. "Sorry to scare you like that."
"If you say so." Ron told him, although Harry was still shaking and looked pale as a ghost. "Not to be insensitive or anything but aren't you supposed to be in detention at Seven?"
"Yeah." Harry answered, still worried about his state of mind.
"Well it's seven fifteen, mate."
"Bugger." Harry exclaimed sharply, pushing the vision or whatever it was from his mind as he hastily gathered his bag. "Snape's going to skin me alive."
Without a further word to his worried friends Harry rushed from the Kitchens, letting the door slam loudly behind him.
"So what do you think that was?" Ron asked Hermione breaking the tense silence that followed Harry's departure.
"I'm not sure. But it can't be anything good."
Rated: R contains violence and hints of non-con. Slash of the HP/SS variety in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side. I will put appropriate warnings up when we get to the violent Death Eater scenes though. Please heed the warnings.
Visions and Peach Cobbler
Harry went down to the kitchens in place of dinner, along with Hermione and Ron, to check on Dobby the House Elf. Since Harry was otherwise occupied in the hospital wing the night before, he had not the chance to make sure Dobby was feeling better. Before the beginning of Sixth Year, Harry had seen Dobby as little more than an irritant, although well meaning overall. Harry had realized however the day before, just how much the little house elf cared about him, even if he had a funny way of showing it.
Not particularly wanting to deal with the continued gossiping of his classmates, Harry and company decided that dinner was a perfect time to visit Dobby. It was physically impossible to remain upset around the excitable elf, so perhaps a visit was just what Harry needed before his detention with Snape. The more Harry thought about it through the afternoon the angrier he became with his unfair treatment during Potions class. He didn't however have the energy to argue with Snape about it. Besides the fact that it would presumably accomplish nothing, Harry still wasn't feeling up to snuff after his miserable night.
He tickled the fruit on the door and entered quietly with his two best friends on either side to find the kitchen in chaos as the elves ran around preparing dinner for the population of Hogwarts.
"Dobby's over there." Ron pointed toward the far side of the room where a group of harried house elves were preparing a large portion of what looked to be peach cobbler.
"Humph." Hermione snorted disdainfully. "This is disgraceful. Look at how rushed they are. I bet no one ever even thanks them for the food."
For a long moment the trio stared in awe as the magic increased to a fever pitch with their little bodies rushing every which way.
"Do you think they need some help?" Ron asked wonderingly, for once not finding Hermione's ideas annoying.
"Dunno." Harry answered with a small shrug. "Shall we ask them?"
The three Gryffindors walked carefully across the room to where Dobby was stationed, trying not to get in the way of the others. Harry nervously cleared his throat hoping to get his attention without startling the elf. The effect was shocking. Every single house elf in the kitchen stopped their work abruptly and turned to face a now red-faced Harry.
"Harry Potter, sir. What may Dobby do for you?" Dobby asked in a restrained fashion for him, glancing at his brethren from the corner of his eye.
"Er, sorry to interrupt Dobby. We just wanted to visit with you, but we can see you all are busy. Do you need any help at all?" Harry asked nervously rubbing his forehead absent-mindedly.
The house elves all gasped and a few of them shrieked in shock, which Harry ignored, his gaze meeting Dobby's overly large eyes.
"Oh Harry Potter is truly a great wizard." Dobby gushed looking close to tears. "There is no need for great wizard and Harry's Wheezy and Meeny to fix food. House elves love serving their small masters."
"But we would love to help you, Dobby." Hermione reassured, stepping closer to whisper in the elf's ear. "In fact we were hoping to avoid the Great Hall all together. Harry was looking forward to visiting with you."
"If sir wishes." Dobby agreed tremulously.
"Great." Ron gushed brightly, smiling gently at Dobby. Ever since the attack in DADA, the entire trio had been especially concerned about him. "Just set us to work."
Although a few of the more vocal house elves disagreed fervently, soon the trio was working seamlessly with the others and prepared a large assortment of deserts. The following hour was the most fun Harry had since the beginning of last summer. Although they were productive the three friends joked about a bit as well, even encouraging the little elves to join in at times.
Once they were finished many of the elves gathered around the table where Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting and transfigured a mountain of food for them. They were all jumping cheerfully around, listening attentively as Harry asked after Dobby's health and about the work that the house elves did in general. The friendly atmosphere carried over into desert and the kitchen was full of laughter as they all ate peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.
Harry was staring off into his pumpkin juice, smiling slightly, for once content. He was listening to the ongoing conversation with half an ear, simply enjoying the novelty of being able to relax. Without realizing it Harry's staring became more fixed until he was in an almost trance-like state. So immersed was he that he didn't hear his friends calling his name repeatedly.
The light shined off of the orange-colored juice in such a way that Harry almost could see into the cup itself. The more he concentrated the greater the reflection seemingly became until he saw a picture clear enough in the glaze of candlelight. Harry watched as a girl ran up a darkened street, a flash of green light hit the building behind her. Suddenly the vision changed to a small courtyard that Harry didn't recognize filled with men in black robes repeatedly cursing someone in the center of the circle they made with their bodies. He tried to see who was being tortured but only noticed a glimpse of a blue robe before he was shaken out of the vision.
"Harry!" Ron called anxiously as Hermione cried in the background. "Snap out of it mate."
"Huh?" Harry asked opening his eyes dazedly, staring into the warm brown of his friend's gaze. "What happened?"
"You tell us. You just went into a trance or something."
"Oh Harry." Hermione gasped, practically throwing herself into Harry's arms. "You wouldn't wake up. We were just about to get Madame Pomfrey."
"Don't worry. I'm fine now. I don't know what the bloody hell that was, but I'm alright."
It was only after Hermione let go that he noticed all of the house elves gathered around practically in tears.
"Hey now, not to worry. I'm okay now. It was just the stress I think." Harry reassured them bashfully. "Sorry to scare you like that."
"If you say so." Ron told him, although Harry was still shaking and looked pale as a ghost. "Not to be insensitive or anything but aren't you supposed to be in detention at Seven?"
"Yeah." Harry answered, still worried about his state of mind.
"Well it's seven fifteen, mate."
"Bugger." Harry exclaimed sharply, pushing the vision or whatever it was from his mind as he hastily gathered his bag. "Snape's going to skin me alive."
Without a further word to his worried friends Harry rushed from the Kitchens, letting the door slam loudly behind him.
"So what do you think that was?" Ron asked Hermione breaking the tense silence that followed Harry's departure.
"I'm not sure. But it can't be anything good."
