A/N: hello all. I have had a few complaints about my wording and explanations, RACHAEL AND GABRIEL WHO HAVE TO BE NICE TO ME BECAUSE WE ARE BLOOD RELATED BUT CHOSE TO CRITISIZE EVERYTHING!!
I am going to try and take this into consideration, but I can't guarantee anything, because I probably won't notice while I'm writing, but I have decided that I am going to start editing my chapters now whenever I can.
Chapter 10: An Ingenious Identity
Harry entered the Great Hall for lunch, the last student to arrive. He went and sat with his usual trio of friends, and was about to tell them about the duelling club, when Draco remembered a question that he had been meaning to ask his dark haired friend all day.
"Harry, I forgot to ask you in potions, but why do you have two Aurours following you everywhere?"
Harry felt butterflies fluttering around in his stomach like bees in a beehive because he was nervous about not being able to tell the truth to his new found, and first ever real friends.
"Um, I'm sorry, but I can't, I can't really tell you. McGonagall told me not to. I'll ask Dumbledore today and see if I can, but for now, I can't say anything."
Harry had, unfortunately for him, made the matter more intriguing. He knew that nobody was going to drop it now, and he was more than correct. For the rest of lunch, and all through their classes for the day, Ron and Draco were asking questions about the two magical "body guards" that were close behind them and could hear every word.
Whilst walking down the corridors to the Gryffindor Common Room after his first Charms lesson, he saw Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor!" Harry exclaimed in order to gain his attention.
"Yes, Harry. How may I be of your service?"
"I just wanted to ask you, professor, if it's alright for me to tell my some of my friends about why exactly I have two Aurours following me?"
"Well, in my old age, I've learnt that it can be rather exhilarating for one to take a risk, so I guess it's alright. But be sure to pick the correct people. And make sure that they don't tell others."
"Ok Professor. Good evening, Sir," and at that Harry made his way towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
Once back in the Common Room, Harry found his friends who had kept walking when he had begun talking to the Headmaster.
He recalled his dream to them and what had happened afterwards, and was met by looks of confusion from Ron and Draco.
"Harry, we never went to Dumbledore's Office with you."
"Yes you did. I can remember Dumbledore asking you to leave."
"No, Harry, we didn't," Draco said concernedly.
"What about a memory charm? Somebody could have cast one on you," Hermione offered, whilst curling her long, bushy, brown hair in her right hand.
Harry turned to "his" Aurours and asked them to perform a spell to check if a memory charm had been cast. They complied, and it turned out that both Draco and Ron had had a memory charm cast on them by the same person, but the identity of said person was unknown.
They went to Dumbledore, who was quite disturbed by the information that was presented to him.
"It is a highly punishable offence for a student to cast a memory charm on another without permission, and for permission they have to ask me, and I would never grant somebody permission to cast a memory charm when I could do it myself. And no teacher would do it, so that leaves two options; a student has broken some serious rules, or somebody has broken into the school."
"Which do you think it is?" Conan, one of Harry's Aurours asked the wizened old man.
"Unfortunately I believe it to be the latter. You said that it was a very powerful memory charm, so I believe it to be an adult. Now, this is not a matter that children should worry about, so you four can run along to dinner."
About halfway through the dinner that was occurring in the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore entered the large room, which had an image of the cloudy night sky on the ceiling, and came up to Harry, telling him to come to the front of the room with him.
"Harry, what we are going to do," said his aged Headmaster, with his long, silvery grey beard tucked into his belt, in that serious voice where his slight Irish accent was more audible, " Is, With your consent of course, perform an identity spell. I will say an incantation while you hold my hand, and then the person who cast the memory charm will come in either human form or possess one of us."
"Why do I have to be with you?" Harry asked.
"Only somebody that knows about what happened can summon the person that did it, and your Aurours did not agree to I, and I do not wish to endanger one of your friends. Also, the more people casting the charm, the more chance of it working.
"But Harry, do not worry. If the person possesses me, I will most likely become very weak, and in the worst case die. But harry, I am very old, so it is going to happen soon anyway. But if you are possessed, you will not die, because you are young and strong. You will be aware of what is happening. So I need you to fight it just enough so it doesn't take over, but not so much that it leaves straight away. I need you to wait for the spirit to identify itself and then when I know enough, I will tell you to fight it away. So Harry, do I have your consent."
"Yes, but why in front of the whole school. Couldn't we do it somewhere more private?"
"No, because often the people involved forget what happened soon after, so I need as many people as possible to be present. But do not worry; I will make sure that they are not injured. But now, we must get along with the spell."
Dumbledore turned to the pupils present, looked at them for a good few seconds, and then said, "Silence!" and everybody was silent within two seconds and looking at the wise old wizard.
"What is about to happen is to be taken extremely serious by all students. I cannot stress to you how important it is that none of you react in any way to this," he said, whilst looking at Hermione, Ron and Draco. "I have six Aurours present on the school grounds. Sir Nicholas, could you please go and summon Mr and Mrs. Potter? Please tell them that it is an emergency."
About a minute later James and Lilly were there hugging Harry and asking what was going on. They and Dumbledore all stood in a circle, and Harry told them what was going to happen.
Surprisingly to Harry, James and Lilly took it well and agreed. So there was no more to be said, it was going to happen.
"Now, teachers, I need you to make sure that every student that isn't in the hospital wing is here, and Sir Nicholas, could I ask another favour? Could you go and get Madam Pomfrey. I believe she has no cases she needs to attend to all day. What I am about to do, is cast a possessive identity charm."
Gasps were heard all around the room, mostly from the teachers behind Dumbledore.
"Do not worry. All students and any teachers who wish to be, will be behind a protective shield that I will cast and only I can break."
Just then, Madam Pomfrey appeared in the room, an interested look on her long face, "A Possessive Identity charm?"
"Yes Madam Pomfrey, it is what I feel is necessary," Dumbledore replied to the Healer.
"Now, teachers, I trust that you have counted your students. I don't want anybody barging in."
After all of the teachers had nodded in positive response, Dumbledore turned once again to the students and said, "In this extremely complicated charm, those present often forget about what happened minutes later. So I need all of you to write down what you see after it happens on this parchment."
At that moment a piece of parchment appeared for each student, along with a quill that didn't require ink.
"Now if you will all stand back against the side and back walls of the Hall, I will cast your shield, but remember try not to move much," and at that, the elderly yet strong wizard cast a shield at the flick of his wand, and then the spell began.
(A/N: I was thinking about leaving it here . . . he he he . . . just joking . . .)
"Jbestia horrible del oh, ahora le invitamos, demostración usted mismo, a todos que estén presentes, en la forma de una persona, o viven una vida dolorosa y una vida futura dolorosa!" Dumbledore said in a low, serious voice, fear evident in his blue eyes, the normal twinkle of which wasn't present.
Harry noticed himself intensify his grip on the Headmaster's wrist before he collapsed onto the ground and he began his fight to resist another person trying to control him.
"Ahh, Dumbledore," said "Harry," his normally brown eyes mostly white, with large purple-brown bags under them, his mouth beginning to foam around the edges.
"I thought it might have been you, Tom," said the wizard who had met the person possessing Harry many a time before.
"Once again, Dumbledore is the smartest little wizard in the wholest widest world."
"Now, Tom, there isn't any need to be nasty, but I just have a few questions. How and why did you cast a memory charm on Masters Malfoy and Weasly?"
"I guess we should start with why," Harry's body said as it was writhing across the ground. "I was planning on slowly taking their memory's away, just to be cruel to Potter. It was no master plan, just a little game. Don't even have any plans to kill more than one person . . . yet.
"And then there is how. It's quite ingenious really. I used a student. But don't go looking for him. Poor Dudley is dead now. I killed him a few days before it was reported, and then possessed him. I used his corpse as a body, and then cast some spells that would allow me to get into the school. I then got rid of his body in the Forbidden Forest. To actually get into the school myself, I just used an invisibility cloak."
"So you were simply too much of a coward to force your way in?"
This infuriated Voldemort, and he left Harry's body through his chest and then appeared in human form. Lilly James, harry and all of the Hogwarts teachers circled him, wands ready.
"I am no coward! And don't bother trying to fight me; I've got fifteen Death Eaters present right now!"
He turned to the students and smiled at their faces going a deathly pale white.
"All fifteen of you have my permission to leave your corpses," he said, and at that, he disappeared and fifteen seventh years fell to the floor.
A/N: Hello all. I don't know what you think (so review me!!!) but I like this chapter for some reason.
In case you are wondering, that incantation Dumbledore says is Spanish, and thanks to Babel Fish for that.
I would have updated quicker, but my internet has been playing up a fair bit.
Rachel, Gabrielle, I hope I have satisfied you.
I have decided to do a competition; the two people who give me the best ideas for the story will have a character named after them, and the best idea will be incorporated into the story, but I need to know your names, so make sure you state them cause I'm not tracking you down!!
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- Joe
Next Chapter: A Flying Familiar.