a/n...just by the way, yeah, i dont own harry potter or anything, since i have a major scene from the book in this chapter...so yeah, just, btw... XD but i wish i could own it...hehehehe
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Harry woke up, unaware how he had gotten into his bed. He just remembered...fading out from looking outside. Did you put me in my bed? he asked the voice.
Yes, you needed the sleep. I wish you were having this breakdown in August, before you came here. That way, you could sleep the proper amount you need. With all these people around you though, you are open to everything, yet everything keeps your mind busy.
Harry looked past his curtains and out the window, seeing it was a little past dawn. He laid in his bed, comfortable, in between sleep and being awake. When he started hearing people getting up, he opened his eyes, the sun shining. He went through the day, not getting into trouble and starting to get loads of homework. His relationship with Hermione and Ron was patched, so to say, but it was hard to hang out with them to long without getting "annoyed."
His head was still spinning with the lack of emotions, which caused him to make comments that were useful, or was rejected with a look of "what the hell were you thinking?" He was having more visions of flying and when he mentioned it accidentally, Ron shook his head and claimed Harry was having withdrawals from his broom. "Next Saturday you're having tryouts, right?"
Harry looked up from his parchment, a corner of the piece having a picture of the grounds with clouds high above. "Yeah, I guess."
"You don't sound excited," Hermione commented.
Harry shrugged, looking back to Snape's homework. When Hermione reminded him that he had his appointment with Dumbledore, Harry packed his books away, the voice suddenly having such a blast of excitement that it caused Harry to black out, the emotion filling him like helium in a balloon. His dream of flying disappeared, and he was considerably happier than he had been since he...gave away his emotions. He felt someone shaking him, and opened his eyes to see Hermione and Ron above him.
"Are you alright Harry?" Hermione asked.
He couldn't get the smile off of his face. He was giddy and felt like skipping. "Yeah," he answered, still smiling as he gathered his books. "I feel great. I haven't felt this good in a long time."
He went up the stairs to put his things away, then went back downstairs, still having the stupid smile on his face, leaving everyone confused. He went on his way to Dumbledore's office, calming down once more to not look suspicious, according to the voice. He knocked, Dumbledore telling him to "Come in."
Harry walked into the office, nothing looking any different than the last time he was in here. A lot of the things he had broken were fixed, and placed back in their rightful spot.
"Ah, Harry, good evening. First things first. Your detention with Professor Snape is scheduled for next Saturday. Will that be okay?"
Harry nodded, looking at Dumbledore, wondering what was scheduled for the night. Can't be any battle practice...the voice muttered, but also expectant. "Sir, if I may ask, what do you have planned for tonight?"
"Well, I have decided that it is time now, that you know what prompted Lord Voldemort to try and kill you fifteen years ago, for you to be given certain information."
Harry noticed the vast interest the voice suddenly gave. "You said, at the end of last term, you were going to tell me everything," said Harry. It was hard to keep a note of accusation from his voice. "Sir," he added.
"And so I did," said Dumbledore placidly. "I told you everything I know. From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork. You will be with me while we go down the paths of guessing."
Harry thought Dumbledore had lost his mind completely, yet showed much more wisdom. Dumbledore liked to admit when he was wrong, but loved it even more when he was right. "Sir, is this going to help me with the prophecy and survive?"
"Of course it will." Dumbledore got up from his seat and walked over to the cabinet beside the door, pulling out the familiar stone basin. "Now, you and I are going into the pensieve to go witness the memory of Bob Ogden."
"And who was he?"
"He was employed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He died some time ago, but not before I was able to get the recollections from him. If you will stand here, Harry."
Harry stood up and walked over next to Dumbledore, watching him try to pull out the stopper on the small crystal bottle. Finally, Dumbledore removed it with his wand, and poured the silvery substance into the pensieve, the memory mixing with the others, lights flashing. Softly, the mixture appeared liquid, but rose into gas.
Dumbledore nodded to Harry for him to go first, the voice telling Harry to go, quickly. Harry plunged into the basin, falling through the swirling darkness and landing, blinking in the sudden sunlight. The voice pressed him to look around, close to coming out and taking control over Harry. No, stay down.
I will. If I come out, Dumbledore would get suspicious. We don't want to have that.
Why are you so excited though?
Think about it afterwards. There's Og-um...someone over there.
Harry looked around the countryside, letting his attention become diverted. There indeed was a man, dressed very crazily. That must be Ogden. He and Dumbledore followed the man, finally heading down a path Harry barely noticed at first, the plants overgrown and taking control of the surroundings. A man dropped down in front of Ogden as the wizard came close to a house that was blended in with the wild surroundings.
Ogden stumbled back, the gross, repulsive man that dropped down smiling. "You're not welcome," the man said to Ogden.
Ogden tried to say something, but the man cut him off, repeating "You're not welcome."
"Er—I'm sorry—I don't understand you," said Ogden nervously.
Harry shook his head at Ogden's stupidity; the horrid...man...was being very clear. Especially with a wand in one hand, a short and rather bloody knife in the other. "You understand him, I'm sure, Harry?" said Dumbledore.
"Yes, of course," said Harry, slightly nonplussed. "Why can't Ogden—" But as his eyes found the dead snake on the door again, he suddenly understood. "He's speaking parseltongue?"
"Very good," said Dumbledore, nodding and smiling.
And so the memory continued Harry learning of the man's father, Mr. Gaunt, and of Morfin's attacks on the villagers. And of Merope, a nervous girl who seemed to be clumsy, but obviously afraid of her father. Ogden continued to try to tell Mr. Gaunt of Morfin's consequences, but Gaunt wouldn't have any of it. After Gaunt went shouting about their family of purebloods, Morfin mentioned Merope's fantasies with a muggle which sent Gaunt wild. He screamed at Merope, the rage in parseltongue which Harry understood all of.
Ogden release Gaunt from Merope then ran out, Dumbledore signaling that they should follow. Ogden ran into a horse and ran off down the street, Dumbledore and Harry leaving the memory.
Dumbledore explained the rest of the memory, and what happened to Marvolo and Morfin, Harry starting to pay attention. "Marvolo?"
"That's right," said Dumbledore, smiling in approval. "I am glad to see you're keeping up."
"That old man was—"
"Voldemort's grandfather, yes," said Dumbledore. Harry noticed how to voice had become so silent and still that Harry became unsure of whether it was there or not. But...after seeing that memory, Harry didn't know what to do. Dumbledore didn't need to know about the voice, but the voice didn't need to know about the memory.
Dumbledore continued more about the memory and things he thought he was figuring out, but Harry was focusing on how to block the voice from hearing everything.
Give it up, you're not strong enough. And I already know all of this.
What?!
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, peering at him peculiarly.
"What? Oh, sorry, I think my thoughts are becoming overwhelmed. But would she use an Imperius curse? Or a love potion?"
Harry tried to pay attention to Dumbledore, but the voice was making its presence more known to Harry, making it soon hard to focus. Harry asked questions when he knew he had to, and figure out the information when he was put on the spot.
When Dumbledore dismissed Harry, the boy pointed out the ring as he was leaving, and felt the voice flare up, threatening to take control. "You were wearing it when we visited professor Slughorn that night."
"So I was."
"But isn't it..." It was becoming hard to think with the voice pressing down on him, but he managed to slide it out. "Sir, isn't it the same ring Marvolo Gaunt showed Ogden?"
Dumbledore bowed his head. "The very same."
"But how come—? Have you always had it?"
The bastard stole it from me! My possession! And he ruined it! the voice screamed to Harry. At least he hurt himself, the clumsy prick.
"No, I acquired it very recently," said Dumbledore. "A few days before I came to fetch you from your aunt and uncle's, in fact."
"That would be around the time you injured your hand, then, sir?"
"Around that time, yes, Harry."
The voice took control of Harry, or more like grabbed at the control, seizing it. The voice gave a quick bow of the head and said, "Night sir."
Once though he was out of the office and down the stairs, the voice found the first hard thing he could and punched it as many times as he could. The hand soon became a bloody mess, the tangled, detached fingers looking like some freak incident had turned his hand into something from a horror book.
"Oh, fuck," the voice said, taking out Harry's wand and poking it in spots, the bones fixing themselves. You're lucky I'm able to manipulate your magic for a short amount of time. It would have been hard to explain that to your school nurse.
Still, what the bloody hell was that for? Why are you so angry? And what did you mean by you already know of that memory?
That bastard took my ring and broke it! Now it's useless, and I'm going to kill him! And the memory...I learned of it a long time ago. It's nothing you should worry about.
But I am. I want my emotions back. I hate having it feel like I'm experiencing them when I'm not! I fell like a shell.
You want your emotions to tie you down to everyone? You'll last longer outside of this place without them. No one will pick on the boy who looks like he can kill someone. It's all in the eyes. If there's something in your eyes, it's easier to bring you down.
So? I'll learn how to get over it. Isn't that another way to grow stronger? Have life kick you down so you can learn how to get back up?
For the most part, but you also have to wait for Malfoy's revenge. If you forget about that, and he gets you, then it doesn't really matter if you have emotions or not. He's not as scared as he is pissed at you, which is not a good thing.
I don't care what he does, I really don't.
And that would the unemotional Harry talking. If you had all of your emotions back, you'd be messed up and wouldn't be able to take a hold of everything around you. It's better if you just drop it.
I don't like the way you're talking to me. It's my body, and my emotions. Give them back to me right fucking now.
If you don't shut the hell up then I'm going to make you regret ever being born. I'm stronger and I'm in control. I'm being nice to you, and you better damn appreciate it.
Harry was put back in control when they reached the tower, his hand fixed but tight. How'd you fix it after mangling it?
Patience, and little things to learn before the bigger problems. It's a spell I picked up a couple of years out of school.
Harry shrugged mentally, then opened the tower door, the fat lady looking down at him interestingly, almost accusingly. He entered, then told Ron and Hermione about everything he had learned.
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hehehehehehe...guess what...???? I'M IN THE DOUBLE DIGITS!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT!!!!!!!! lol, well, i knew about that since this story is in my notebook, teehee, but i'm just happy i made it this far on fanfic. And I thank all of you lovely people who read my story!!! makes me very, very happy. I hope this chapter wasn't to bad. It isn't really one of my favorites, cus there was to much description from the book, and i didn't want to include it all...and yeah. NEXT CHAPTER IS MALFOY'S REVENGE!!!!!!!!!
lol, i have to use some sort of bribe to get you guys to come back...lol. and i think it's one of my longest chapters too...hehe, i had a lot of fun writing it. and one of my favorites. that, and the chapter that i currently am writing up. hehehehehe. Well, here you go, thank you to all of you lovely reviewers, and...i'm gonna ask...can i have more people review? Please? you'll make me feel special and loved...hehe. well. UNTIL NEXT TIME!!!!