I am very sorry for the very long delay for this chapter there has been a lot going on lately and my muse went kaput, but it is coming back.
Edit: A little bird told me I kept putting 'Wesley' instead of 'Weasley' I have gon back and changed it for anyone who was really bothered. I am no longer typing this on my old word document with all the words that I had in the dictinary so this might happen again. Tell me if it does and I will fix it!
I leave you with Chapter 14.
Chapter 14:
Harry was awoken in the morning by the soft hisses of Nagini, who had softly slithered around his form and rested her head near his ear while he slept.
'Morning,' he said, reaching out to the bedside table, to grab his glasses. Once they were on his face he had one again reached out, but stopped short remembering that his wand was no longer there.
He fought the urge to sigh. 'You wouldn't happen to know the time would you?'
'Oh come now snakeling, do you not know the wandless ways?'
Harry was about to comment about how impossible that was for someone his age, but he suddenly remembered casting a spell on Snape when he came to the manor.
'I'm not sure how, the only time I did wandless magic was when-'
Nagini let out a hiss of what seemed to be laughter. 'Any child can do wandless magic, though it is not known to them. It is what wizards call…unintentional magic?'
'You mean accidental?'
The snake nodded her head in very human like manner 'That is it. Give it a try child.'
This time Harry did sigh; Nagini was not going to be convinced otherwise, so he best get this done with. When accidental magic happened it was usually due to a strong emotion the person had.
Harry remembered the time when he had grown back all his hair over night from one of his aunts dreadful haircuts. He also remembered trying to get away from Dudley and accidentally apperating onto the roof of the school.
He felt a pang in his chest, but quickly shook it off. He needed to think of the time, to think of it appearing in front of him.
He felt magic build up in the pit of his stomach and slowly release. He opened his eyes, which he didn't realize he closed, and there it was; slightly blurred but still legible the time 7:08 right above his head.
It disappeared as soon as he read the numbers though. He had lost concentration, and the spell had dropped.
'Wow.' He hissed blankly. He didn't really expect anything to happen, but it did even though he felt a bit drained after it. Perhaps he would save wandless training for after.
He quickly got dressed before he and Nagini went out the door and towards the dining room. Harry felt a bit better; he didn't have a wand, but he managed to cast a wandless Tempus even though he felt slightly worn-out after.
After breakfast Harry and Lucius went to the sitting room to discuss what was going to happen during their trip. They had talked through the details last night, but they needed to make sure that they were prepared.
Once Lucius deemed fit to go they took the floo to the ministry, Lucius going first with Harry following.
The Atrium wasn't too busy at this time with most people already working, but it was sill crawling with witches and wizards. Harry stuck right by Lucius's side, careful not to touch the man.
They only made it halfway to the elevators before a reporter saw them and loudly announced their presence.
Harry grabbed onto Lucius's arm, more startled by the face that everyone who had heard the announcement had stopped whatever they were doing in favor of basically pouncing on him.
He was almost glad his currant company was a Malfoy, for Lucius's cold glare seemed to keep everyone at bay.
As he had predicted to himself the first question to roll off of someone's tongue. Lucius spoke in a commanding voice, telling everyone to calm themselves, and ask one question at a time.
The first person to speak was already holding a notebook and a quill. "What happened to you at the final task and where have you been since then?"
Harry was nervous and shuddered at the beginning, trying to sort out the foggy details from last night.
"Me and Cedric grabbed the cup at the same time, which turned out to be a portkey. We landed in a graveyard, but we didn't get to look around much. A guy come out of nowhere and killed Cedric with the killing curse. Fought him for a while before he got me in the arm with a curse, and I lost grip of my wand.
"While I was trying to retrieve it, he levitated the cup to Cedric and sent him back. He had begun walking back towards me when he stopped, I launched for him and he apparated away. We ended up is some woods and he shook free than apparated again.
"It took me a while, but I managed to find my way out of the woods before it got too dark out; Malfoy manor just so happened to be the house I found, though I didn't know it."
He stopped his story there as questions then were projected at Lucius, like what he was doing that night and what his reaction was when the Harry Potter showed up at his gate.
He answered them with ease and smoothing out Harry's lies, saying he was spending the night alone with his wife, and that he was utterly shocked that Harry showed up. He also quickly added that Harry didn't want his location to be found at the time, due to his rattling experience.
The media and curious bystanders ate it all up though, leaving nothing for Harry or Lucius to add and before someone could ask a question that they had not prepared themselves for Lucius asked for them to go about their business and that the two had important business to attend to.
A few had followed them to the elevators, trying to get their questions in, but Lucius had grabbed Harrys hand and sped the process along. Once they had managed to reach the elevators, the people seemed to give up in favor of going about their own business.
The elevator idled for a few seconds, with which Lucius prepared himself for the unsteady ride, before addressing Harry.
"You might want to hold onto something Potter; this can get a bit hectic."
Harry stared at the man as if he were crazy, but he didn't get to voice his thoughts as the elevator sprang into action going straight down at an alarming rate, leaving Harry gripping onto a rope hanging from the roof of the contraption.
As the wild ride went on its process of picking people up from one stop, then proceeding to another Harry stuck close to Lucius's side and looked at the floor not wanting to be recognized.
I was easy to say that the plan wasn't a huge success, people still whispered behind his back of suspicions, but nobody really did know for certain so they tended to drop the topic.
Only after the last man got off the elevator did Lucius speak. "When we meet up with my friend, you will not ask him any personal questions, is that understood?"
Harry was slightly confused. "Ok, but can I know why?"
Lucius did not sigh, but the man looked as if he wanted to. "The people who work in the department of mysteries are called unspeakables. They are called that for a reason."
The elevator slowed to a stop, before the doors opened wide, the room was almost black, with almost glowing walls. "Como on now this is our stop."
Harry followed behind Lucius into the eerie room, refusing to get to far from the man. They were stopped at the end of the hall by a man dressed in a hooded clock.
"It is good to see you Lucius." The mysterious man said, his voice obviously altered my a spell. "You are early as always, and you young man are obviously Harry potter."
He walked forwards and held out his hand, shaking Lucius's hand first, and then offering the appendage to Harry who hesitantly shook it. The man was tall and skinny, but his grip was very firm.
"Follow me, don't stray." He man said, leading the way through the hall, which led to a series of dark tunnels, all lit by the strange blue glow.
They walked through a large door, which led to a circular room with many doors. The man led them to the center of the room before drawing his wand and waving it silently around the room.
A door to their right shone a slightly green colour before the man stalked quickly towards it, opening it wide revealing a library of sorts. The only difference being instead of large tomes lining the thousands of towering shelves glowing pale blue orbs sat on small decorative pedestals awaiting someone to come and retrieve them.
"This is the Hall of Prophesies." The strange man said. "Every prophecy ever told on or soil –fake or real- is recorded into these very halls."
Harry looked around the halls, feeling something pulling lightly on his magic; he fought the urge to run ahead and follow it, instead he stayed closely behind the man, moving in front of Lucius.
They went down twists and turns, each turn drawing Harry closer with the beckoning magic until they reached an intersection.
"Your prophecy Mr. Potter is right-"
The man had no time to finish his sentence as Harry walked forwards and picked up a glowing orb from its pedestal decorated with dragons.
It was almost as spirits were whispering in his ear, but the voices were not strong enough to break through. He was startled back when the hooded man placed a hand onto his almost dropping the orb.
"Careful now, we don' want to drop it." He said, placing their hands so that his wan on the bottom supporting the orb and Harry's hand was on the top.
"I am going to cast a spell that will allow you to hear the prophesy, it will play only once."
Harry nodded at him before the man drew his wand again and cast the spell.
All of a sudden Harry's world went blank only the words of the prophesy filling not only his ears but his every thought.
'The one with the power to aid the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die by the hands of anotherfor neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to aid the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'
Harry felt light headed as the world came back into perspective; the words ringing in his mind as everything sorted itself in his head.
One thing was certain, this was not the prophesy that Voldemort had told him part of. This was definitely different. There was one question that came to mind as the thought of what could be wrong.
"Is there any other Prophesies meant for me?"
It did not take long for the man to replace the first prophesy and go for a second that was placed not a row beside it.
He silently placed a hand onto the top of the orb and the man casted his silent spell sending him into another blank mindscape.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. … The one with the
Power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
Harry gasped for air as he heard the full version of the prophesy Voldemort had told him nights ago. He was unable to ask any questions though for his thoughts were torn away by the orb turning into dust within his and the strange man's hands.
"This one was a fake. Any legitimate prophecy will remain in these halls until a new one fills it's place, fakes however are only good for one listen until they turn into ash."
Harry jumped back as Lucius placed a hand on his shoulder, startled by the sudden contact.
"It is best we get back now Mr. Potter. I have company coming over later today and I mustn't be late. Thank you, as promised you will get your information when it comes to me. Maybe this time you will choose a side."
The man nodded to him and led them out of the rooms and halls, back into the corridor, the elevator in full view.
Lucius shook hands with the man before putting a hand on Harry's shoulder and leading him away. The ride up and through the ministry went smoothly, only having almost fallen a few times he finally got a hang of the balance needed to travel in the magic run machine.
By the time they got back to the atrium it was empty except for a few people mingling around near the floo. He saw a man with red hair in the midst of the people and angled himself awkwardly to get a better look.
Arthur Weasley was talking amongst a group of people; it was friendly chat by the look on his face, but he looked very tired as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a while. He felt guilty, but couldn't bring himself to feel too bad for the man.
The Weasley family all knew about the abuse, but not the major extent; they still followed Dumbledore's influence and left him there.
He turned back to Lucius and continued walking but he heard a shout behind him. He turned only to find that Arthur had seen him, running towards him with his arms waving in an almost comical fashion, but it didn't seem funny to Harry.
Would he be forced back to Dumbledore? He didn't worry about going back to the Dursley, they weren't there anymore but questions would be asked and he did not trust himself to lie without a support by his side.
As the man grew closer Harry hid himself behind Lucius, his fear taking over. He never thought that Arthur himself was scary, but the thought of being brought to Dumbledore was.
Arthur stopped a few feet from them before he addressed Lucius with a short nod.
"Ah Mr. Weasley, I'm surprised you're here today I thought that you took the week off?"
Mr. Weasley was taken aback "I wasn't aware that was your business Lucius. Though I am curious as to why you are in possession of Harry here when the whole of Britain has been searching for him for the past week."
Lucius smiled to the man before standing up taller (even though his posture was always perfect) and taking a step forwards. "I was not aware that was any of your business Weasley."
Arthur took a step back before addressing Harry. "Harry, may I have a word?"
Harry froze; he didn't want to chance being brought back. "Please Harry; it's about your relatives." His tension released but he didn't want to leave Lucius's side just in case. He stood up strait before speaking. "What you want to tell me Mr. Malfoy can here as well."
Arthur looked away, contemplating. "That's alright." He got closer and leaned down to Harry's level, Harry himself already knowing the words before they were out of Arthur's mouth.
"Your relatives have been kidnapped Harry, it happened a few days ago and Dumbledore believes it was Death Eaters. I'm sorry you had to find out from me, but I thought you should know."
Harry was now facing away from Arthur, the predictable knowledge he was faced with was not his problem but the fact that the man thought he would be upset about it. He was angry, and finding no other way to vent tears formed in his eyes.
"Dumbledore is doing what he can to look for them Harry, but there wasn't anything at the house to give us a lead. I'm sorry Harry."
Harry nodded silently with his head still turned from the man. He almost felt bad for making he Weasley's work so hard, but he knew that it is their own fault for getting sucked into Dumbledore's ways.
"Thank you Mr. Weasley," he said, allowing a tear to drop before turning to Lucius. "Can we go now?"
Lucius put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Of course, let's go Mr. Potter." He gave a short nod to Arthur before leading Harry away towards the floo connections. He let Harry go first so that if the boy tried to get away, he could quickly follow.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, I had a fight with my muse at the end; I wanted to make t longer and my muse and computer worked against me.
Hope to get the next chapter out within the week.