Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse.
Chapter 7 To Hogwarts
"Harry, I'm serious," Hermione said, "What's wrong."
"Nothing!" Harry snapped.
"Harry we're you're best friends, you can't lie to us," Ron said. "If you won't tell us at least admit that something is wrong."
"Fine, something's wrong."
"What?" Hermione inquired.
"I can't tell you, you wouldn't understand." Hermione and Ron rolled their eyes at Harry.
"You sound like my dad." Ron said. Harry shivered slightly.
"We will understand more than you think," Hermione said kindly. Harry sighed and opened his trunk. He pulled out his wand and the Pensieve. He put his wand to his temple and pulled out a thought that he was having. He put the silvery like thread into the bowl and Ron and Hermione stared at the liquid.
"Now what?" asked Ron. "Is that's what bothering you?" Harry tapped the silvery liquid with his wand.
It turned Transparent then two miniscule figures and a chair rose out of the liquid. It was Voldemort and the cloaked figure, James. It was a recap of the first dream Harry had with his father in it.
Hermione and Ron watched the two figures with interest. When the figures got up to go look out the window the dream ended.
"So You-Know-who has a new Death Eater," Ron said. "So what?"
Harry pulled another thought from his head and placed it into the bowl. This was the second to last dream that Harry had, when he found out that James was alive.
The two of them watched as Nott came in and told them the news. Voldemort turned to the figure and said something that made a jolt of anger pulse through his body.
"You are now on Potter watch," Voldemort said, "James."
Hermione watched the figure intently, staring at his face. Ron's mouth dropped open.
The little figure walked out the transparent door and the dream ended.
Ron and Hermione looked up at Harry, who was gazing at the floor.
"That man looked just like you," Hermione said. "You could be twins almost."
"That's creepy," Ron said, "He even walked like you. Did you ever meet him before?" They didn't seem to realize who the person was.
"Yes, I've met him before," Harry said quietly, "He's James."
"Who's James?" Asked Hermione.
"James Potter. My father." Hermione almost screamed. Ron looked shocked, then concerned.
"But Harry," Ron mumbled, "You're dad's dead."
"No, he isn't." Harry snapped. "He used the Duplaticus curse, he said so in another dream."
"Show us that one," Hermione said. Harry shook his head.
"Harry, your dad can't be alive. If we was alive why are you living with the Dursleys instead of with him?" Hermione asked.
"I assure you that he is," Harry sighed, "The reason he hasn't come out is because... well, he couldn't for some strange reason. He pledged loyalty to Voldemort and now he can't turn back I guess." Hermione put one arm around Harry.
"Are you sure you aren't fanaticizing these?" Hermione whispered. "It seems impossible that he's alive Harry."
"I'm sure, I've seen him." Harry said.
"You have? Where?" Ron asked.
"Just a few minutes ago. At the platform," Ron and Hermione glanced out the window, as if they were expecting to see James flying on broomstick watching through the window.
"That wasn't the first time either."
"Does anyone else know?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.
"You two and I are the only ones who know. I didn't even tell Sirius or Dumbledore."
"I don't think you should tell anyone else," Hermione said. Harry and Ron looked up at Hermione in surprise.
"Well, face it. They would probably think that Harry was crazy or something, no, It's best for only us to know."
"Know what?" Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom had just walked through the door.
"Nothing," Ron said quickly. Harry put the Pensieve back into his trunk before Dean, Seamus or Neville could see.
"Whatever," Seamus mumbled, sitting down next to Ron.
"Did you guys go to the Quidditch World Cup?" Asked Dean.
"Nope," Ron said, still eyeing Harry with concern.
"You should have," Seamus said. "It was awesome! Norway verses Spain. You should have seen it..."
The five of them (Hermione decided to bury herself in a book) started talking exuberantly about Quidditch. Seamus and Dean recapped the whole Quidditch match for them. Around noon the food cart came around and all of them bought some sweets for the journey. Ron was still acting nervous around Harry, Hermione seemed to into her book to be nervous. (Might I add that it was Harry's book that she was reading) After devouring their snacks they pulled Hermione away from her/Harry's book for a few games of Exploding Snap. After about five games Hermione was fed up and her hair was getting very singed on the ends. She left and went to sit with Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati. All of the boys started laughing hysterically. Neville fell to the floor laughing so hard (He had a bruise where he hit his head for a while)
The five of them were rolling on the floor with laughter when the door opened again and three figures walked in.
Draco Malfoy, followed closely by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle, stared around the room. (A.N. Do you notice that almost every time that they're on the Hogwarts Express Malfory and his cronies come in. I'm putting this in anyway because I can't think of anything else to write)
"So Potter ready for another year. Or are you planning to meet up with the Dark Lord as soon as we get off of this train," drawled Malfoy.
"Very funny Malfoy, are you planning to meet up with your father or is he still on the run?" Harry replied.
"Well at least I have one-"
"Eat dung Malfoy," Ron snapped, standing up and grabbing his wand. Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him back down onto the chair.
"Malfoy, you have two choices," Harry said calmly. " You can either leave, or fight us. Now, you are outnumbered, pretty much 5 to 1."
"There are three of us," snapped Malfoy.
"Yeah, but those two have the brain about the size of a pea, so you can't expect me to count them." Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles threateningly. Neville attempted to crack his knuckles, instead he had to go to Hermione's new compartment to put his finger back in place.
Malfoy was advancing toward Harry, looking like he was about to punch Harry. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy's chest. Malfoy backed away quickly.
"You won't be so lucky when we're at that muggle loving school," Malfoy snapped before turning on his heel and exiting the room.
"We showed him!" Ron said. Dean and Seamus were so excited and astonished that they had fallen asleep. Neville came back from Hermione's compartment, and they continued their games.
"HOGWARTS EXPRESS WILL BE ARRIVING IN 5 MINUTES!" shouted a voice that echoed down the corridor of the train. "PLEASE LEAVE YOUR TRUNKS ON THE TRAIN. THEY WILL BE TAKEN TO THE SCHOOL SEPARETLY." Harry and Ron changed into their robes, and Dean, Seamus and Neville went back to their old compartment to change.
Hermione returned to their compartment and put Harry's book in her trunk.
"Yes, Hermione you can borrow my book," Harry said sarcastically, "Oh no, keep it as long as you want."
Ron snorted and Hermione scowled.
"Well Harry, I don't see you reading it." Hermione snapped.
A few minutes later they departed from the train. It was a dark and clear night. Hagrid was rounding up all of the first years at the end of the platform. He waved cheerfully at Harry, Ron and Hermione. After they waved in return, they loaded into a horse less carriage and sat down.
"Well," Hermione said, "Here we go again."
"Another year," Harry said.
"I wonder if you will meet up with You-Know-Who again," Ron said thoughtfully.
"I hope not," Harry sighed. "But I probably will anyway." The three of them looked out the window as the castle got closer and closer.
When they reached the entrance to the castle they climbed out of the carriage and walked up the stone steps.
The three of them walked into the enormous entry hall where a few hundred kids were filing around. Harry noticed Professor McGonnagal pulling kids into the Great Hall a few at a time.
"Okay, you go now, NO! Not you. You," Professor McGonnagal barked, "NOW you!"
When the three of them reached the top of the line Professor McGonnagal glared at the three of them as if to say, 'If you dare break any rules this year I will have all of your heads.' Instead of saying anything she pushed them into the Great Hall along with a few others.
The Great Hall was wonderful, candles floated in mid-air around the room. At the top of the Great Hall was the teachers table. Professor Dumbledore sat in the middle, engaging in conversation with Professor Sprout. Professor Flitwick was talking with Professor Sinistra and Professor Binns was talking with... Snape.
(A.N. If you haven't read my other story, HARRY POTTER AND THE SNAKE KEEPER, you may not realize that Snape is supposed to be dead. So him being here is exceptionally odd. Well DUH!)
Chapter 7 To Hogwarts
"Harry, I'm serious," Hermione said, "What's wrong."
"Nothing!" Harry snapped.
"Harry we're you're best friends, you can't lie to us," Ron said. "If you won't tell us at least admit that something is wrong."
"Fine, something's wrong."
"What?" Hermione inquired.
"I can't tell you, you wouldn't understand." Hermione and Ron rolled their eyes at Harry.
"You sound like my dad." Ron said. Harry shivered slightly.
"We will understand more than you think," Hermione said kindly. Harry sighed and opened his trunk. He pulled out his wand and the Pensieve. He put his wand to his temple and pulled out a thought that he was having. He put the silvery like thread into the bowl and Ron and Hermione stared at the liquid.
"Now what?" asked Ron. "Is that's what bothering you?" Harry tapped the silvery liquid with his wand.
It turned Transparent then two miniscule figures and a chair rose out of the liquid. It was Voldemort and the cloaked figure, James. It was a recap of the first dream Harry had with his father in it.
Hermione and Ron watched the two figures with interest. When the figures got up to go look out the window the dream ended.
"So You-Know-who has a new Death Eater," Ron said. "So what?"
Harry pulled another thought from his head and placed it into the bowl. This was the second to last dream that Harry had, when he found out that James was alive.
The two of them watched as Nott came in and told them the news. Voldemort turned to the figure and said something that made a jolt of anger pulse through his body.
"You are now on Potter watch," Voldemort said, "James."
Hermione watched the figure intently, staring at his face. Ron's mouth dropped open.
The little figure walked out the transparent door and the dream ended.
Ron and Hermione looked up at Harry, who was gazing at the floor.
"That man looked just like you," Hermione said. "You could be twins almost."
"That's creepy," Ron said, "He even walked like you. Did you ever meet him before?" They didn't seem to realize who the person was.
"Yes, I've met him before," Harry said quietly, "He's James."
"Who's James?" Asked Hermione.
"James Potter. My father." Hermione almost screamed. Ron looked shocked, then concerned.
"But Harry," Ron mumbled, "You're dad's dead."
"No, he isn't." Harry snapped. "He used the Duplaticus curse, he said so in another dream."
"Show us that one," Hermione said. Harry shook his head.
"Harry, your dad can't be alive. If we was alive why are you living with the Dursleys instead of with him?" Hermione asked.
"I assure you that he is," Harry sighed, "The reason he hasn't come out is because... well, he couldn't for some strange reason. He pledged loyalty to Voldemort and now he can't turn back I guess." Hermione put one arm around Harry.
"Are you sure you aren't fanaticizing these?" Hermione whispered. "It seems impossible that he's alive Harry."
"I'm sure, I've seen him." Harry said.
"You have? Where?" Ron asked.
"Just a few minutes ago. At the platform," Ron and Hermione glanced out the window, as if they were expecting to see James flying on broomstick watching through the window.
"That wasn't the first time either."
"Does anyone else know?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.
"You two and I are the only ones who know. I didn't even tell Sirius or Dumbledore."
"I don't think you should tell anyone else," Hermione said. Harry and Ron looked up at Hermione in surprise.
"Well, face it. They would probably think that Harry was crazy or something, no, It's best for only us to know."
"Know what?" Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom had just walked through the door.
"Nothing," Ron said quickly. Harry put the Pensieve back into his trunk before Dean, Seamus or Neville could see.
"Whatever," Seamus mumbled, sitting down next to Ron.
"Did you guys go to the Quidditch World Cup?" Asked Dean.
"Nope," Ron said, still eyeing Harry with concern.
"You should have," Seamus said. "It was awesome! Norway verses Spain. You should have seen it..."
The five of them (Hermione decided to bury herself in a book) started talking exuberantly about Quidditch. Seamus and Dean recapped the whole Quidditch match for them. Around noon the food cart came around and all of them bought some sweets for the journey. Ron was still acting nervous around Harry, Hermione seemed to into her book to be nervous. (Might I add that it was Harry's book that she was reading) After devouring their snacks they pulled Hermione away from her/Harry's book for a few games of Exploding Snap. After about five games Hermione was fed up and her hair was getting very singed on the ends. She left and went to sit with Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati. All of the boys started laughing hysterically. Neville fell to the floor laughing so hard (He had a bruise where he hit his head for a while)
The five of them were rolling on the floor with laughter when the door opened again and three figures walked in.
Draco Malfoy, followed closely by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle, stared around the room. (A.N. Do you notice that almost every time that they're on the Hogwarts Express Malfory and his cronies come in. I'm putting this in anyway because I can't think of anything else to write)
"So Potter ready for another year. Or are you planning to meet up with the Dark Lord as soon as we get off of this train," drawled Malfoy.
"Very funny Malfoy, are you planning to meet up with your father or is he still on the run?" Harry replied.
"Well at least I have one-"
"Eat dung Malfoy," Ron snapped, standing up and grabbing his wand. Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him back down onto the chair.
"Malfoy, you have two choices," Harry said calmly. " You can either leave, or fight us. Now, you are outnumbered, pretty much 5 to 1."
"There are three of us," snapped Malfoy.
"Yeah, but those two have the brain about the size of a pea, so you can't expect me to count them." Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles threateningly. Neville attempted to crack his knuckles, instead he had to go to Hermione's new compartment to put his finger back in place.
Malfoy was advancing toward Harry, looking like he was about to punch Harry. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy's chest. Malfoy backed away quickly.
"You won't be so lucky when we're at that muggle loving school," Malfoy snapped before turning on his heel and exiting the room.
"We showed him!" Ron said. Dean and Seamus were so excited and astonished that they had fallen asleep. Neville came back from Hermione's compartment, and they continued their games.
"HOGWARTS EXPRESS WILL BE ARRIVING IN 5 MINUTES!" shouted a voice that echoed down the corridor of the train. "PLEASE LEAVE YOUR TRUNKS ON THE TRAIN. THEY WILL BE TAKEN TO THE SCHOOL SEPARETLY." Harry and Ron changed into their robes, and Dean, Seamus and Neville went back to their old compartment to change.
Hermione returned to their compartment and put Harry's book in her trunk.
"Yes, Hermione you can borrow my book," Harry said sarcastically, "Oh no, keep it as long as you want."
Ron snorted and Hermione scowled.
"Well Harry, I don't see you reading it." Hermione snapped.
A few minutes later they departed from the train. It was a dark and clear night. Hagrid was rounding up all of the first years at the end of the platform. He waved cheerfully at Harry, Ron and Hermione. After they waved in return, they loaded into a horse less carriage and sat down.
"Well," Hermione said, "Here we go again."
"Another year," Harry said.
"I wonder if you will meet up with You-Know-Who again," Ron said thoughtfully.
"I hope not," Harry sighed. "But I probably will anyway." The three of them looked out the window as the castle got closer and closer.
When they reached the entrance to the castle they climbed out of the carriage and walked up the stone steps.
The three of them walked into the enormous entry hall where a few hundred kids were filing around. Harry noticed Professor McGonnagal pulling kids into the Great Hall a few at a time.
"Okay, you go now, NO! Not you. You," Professor McGonnagal barked, "NOW you!"
When the three of them reached the top of the line Professor McGonnagal glared at the three of them as if to say, 'If you dare break any rules this year I will have all of your heads.' Instead of saying anything she pushed them into the Great Hall along with a few others.
The Great Hall was wonderful, candles floated in mid-air around the room. At the top of the Great Hall was the teachers table. Professor Dumbledore sat in the middle, engaging in conversation with Professor Sprout. Professor Flitwick was talking with Professor Sinistra and Professor Binns was talking with... Snape.
(A.N. If you haven't read my other story, HARRY POTTER AND THE SNAKE KEEPER, you may not realize that Snape is supposed to be dead. So him being here is exceptionally odd. Well DUH!)