Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 8 The Feast
"Hey, Ron, Hermione look," Harry pointed at the Teacher's table.
Ron swore. Hermione hit Ron on the back of the head.
"I wonder why they'll still using him," Hermione said. "I mean, he won't be that good of a Potion's Teacher if he's a ghost, will he?"
"I thought we were rid of him forever," Ron moaned. Harry looked at the other teachers. Professor McGonnagal had arrived and was sitting next to a square jawed wizard. The wizard's eyes were glaring around and darting nervously from one side of the room to the next.
"Hey look at that guy," Ron said, nudging Hermione in the ribs.
"Must be the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher," Hermione said. The wizard was wearing robes that had camouflaged colors on it. He sort of reminded Harry of a drill sergeant. He didn't seem like someone who you'd want to get mad.
Hagrid strode into the Great Hall, he waved at the three of them before walking to the teacher's table.
"Hey Ron," whispered Seamus, who was sitting a few places away, "Did you see the new DADA (defense against the dark arts) teacher?"
"SIR! YES! SIR!" Joked Ron, saluting Seamus. Neville giggled, but then he caught sight of Snape and sank into his chair.
As Dumbledore stood up, the whole room went silent. Professor McGonnagal went from the room and arrived a few seconds later with the new first years.
As usual the first years looked nervous and like they were about to hurl. Professor McGonnagal took a stool and put the Sorting Hat on top of it. A rip in the hat opened and the hat began to sing.
(A.N. At this point I have a lot of writers block and besides that, I'm not very good at writing songs or poems. Make up in your head what the Sorting hat has to say. )
The room burst into applause and the sorting hat became quiet again. Everyone was silent and Professor McGonnagal read a name off of her list.
"Arleg, Morine."
"Hufflepuff!" Shouted the hat.
"I wonder how many Slytherins there will be this year," Ron mumbled.
"Gryffindor!"
"Hopefully not that many," Harry replied.
"Ravenclaw!"
"I wonder if any of them will be sons or daughters of Death Eaters," Ron said.
"Hufflepuff!"
"I don't know."
"Gryffindor!"
"Harry," Ron said.
"Slytherin!"
"Do you know what I just realized."
"Ravenclaw!"
"No, what?"
"Gryffindor!"
Ron tried to say something, but the Gryffindor's started to cheer and Harry couldn't hear anything.
"What?"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Well, your father's a Death Eater," Ron said quietly.
"Slytherin!"
"So?"
"Ravenclaw!"
"That makes you the son of a Death Eater."
"Slytherin!" Harry glared at Ron. Ron shut his mouth and remained silent for the rest of the sorting.
"And Now!" Exclaimed Dumbledore when the new students had been sorted. "I would like for you all to meet your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ralon.
The man in the camouflage stood up and nodded, still glaring around the room. There was a little bit of scattered applause, mostly from the teachers, and then Professor Ralon sat down.
"And second, I'm sure you've already noticed that Professor Snape has returned to teach Potions again this year." Snape's transparent eyes glared around the room. His glare got colder when they reached the Gryffindor table. Only the Slytherins applauded.
"And now, I'm sure that you all want to get some delicious food in you so dig in!" In an instant the golden plates in front of them were piled in food. Harry took a little bit of everything and piled it onto his plate.
"Harry," Ron said quietly, not eating his food, "I'm sorry about-"
"It's fine, forget it," Harry said. Hermione was looking at them curiously.
Ron picked up his fork and moved his food around his plate. For the first time, Harry noticed something. Positioned at the doors were wizards in black cloaks and dark sunglasses. On their cloaks said the words, SECURITY, in gold lettering.
"Looks like their getting more security at Hogwarts this year," Hermione said, noticing the gaurds too.
"Great, just what I need." Harry said, "I'll probably have to walk around with one of them all year."
"Nah, Dumbledore will just have them positioned at every corner so that they can keep an eye on you." Ron said.
All of a sudden several people screamed. The doors had flung open and standing at the door was a pair of Dark figures. The Security sprang to the side and took out their wands and pointed them at the strangers.
"Who are you!" Barked one of the Security people in a husky voice.
"Ministry officials," said one of the figures, reaching up and taking off his hood. A short, round man was revealed, with a head full of slick brown hair. The other Ministry official took off her hood too.
The Security wizards put down their wands and stood back, glaring darkly at the ministry officials.
"Eric, Julliane!" Exclaimed Dumbledore. "What a wonderful surprise!"
"We weren't expecting on being attacked just because we wanted to see you, Dumbledore," Said the woman, Julianne.
"I'm sorry, but we upped the security at Hogwarts since last year," Dumbledore said. Harry noticed several eyes flickering in his direction. "Please come sit over here with me and we can talk." Dumbledore waved his wand and made two chairs appear in mid air. The two of them strode over to the table and sat down next to Dumbledore. They instantly engaged Dumbledore in conversation.
"Wonder what they're doing here?" Hermione asked.
"Their Aurors." Ron said.
"How do you know?"
"Last summer my dad took me to the Ministry and I saw them there."
"I wonder if they're looking for the escaped Death Eaters."
"Maybe." Harry noticed that Ron's eyes flicked in his direction.
After a wonderful desert Dumbledore stood up again and spread his arms out to everyone.
"Now that everyone is nicely full, it's time for bed! Chop! Chop!" Dumbledore clapped his hands before sitting back down to talk with the Aurors again.
"Well," yawned Ron, "I can't wait to get to bed."
"I can't wait to get to classes!" Squealed Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes at Ron.
The three of them, along with the rest of the Gryffindors trudged up to Gryffindor tower. Fires were crackling merrily in the fireplaces in the Common room. Only stopping to say goodnight to Hermione, the Gryffindor sixth year boys walked slowly up to their dorm.
As Harry walked upstairs, yawning, he didn't know what was going on almost 1000 miles away in a little room.
Dear Harry,
I know I haven't seen you in a long time, almost 15 years. But I'd just like to say-
There was a scratching of a quill as the person scratched out the thing he'd just written.
Harry-
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-
Scratch scratch scratch.
Harry,
I don't know how to tell you this in a letter, but I'm actually alive. You've got to believe me. I can't tell you where I am or how I'm alive, but YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE ME! The only reason that I'm alive is that I sacraficed you to keep myself and your mother alive. I had to join the Death Eaters. And even though Voldemort was in hiding for 13 years I couldn't seem to get to you. I can't leave him for some strange reason. It's some sort of curse that makes me bound to him. That's why I couldn't find you. That's why I spent 13 years searching for him. I know you hate me for that. To tell you the truth I'm as mad at Wormtail as you probably are (you do know who Wormtail is don't you?) If it wasn't for him or Voldemort your mother would still be alive and we could still be a family.
James
The man held the letter up to the light to re-read it. All of a sudden he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. He glanced once again at the letter before pitching it into the fire. He watched the letter curl up and burn before turning toward the door.
Voldemort walked in.
"Are you leaving now, for Hogwarts?" Voldemort asked. James nodded. He took out his wand and with a swish of a cloak he was gone.
Chapter 8 The Feast
"Hey, Ron, Hermione look," Harry pointed at the Teacher's table.
Ron swore. Hermione hit Ron on the back of the head.
"I wonder why they'll still using him," Hermione said. "I mean, he won't be that good of a Potion's Teacher if he's a ghost, will he?"
"I thought we were rid of him forever," Ron moaned. Harry looked at the other teachers. Professor McGonnagal had arrived and was sitting next to a square jawed wizard. The wizard's eyes were glaring around and darting nervously from one side of the room to the next.
"Hey look at that guy," Ron said, nudging Hermione in the ribs.
"Must be the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher," Hermione said. The wizard was wearing robes that had camouflaged colors on it. He sort of reminded Harry of a drill sergeant. He didn't seem like someone who you'd want to get mad.
Hagrid strode into the Great Hall, he waved at the three of them before walking to the teacher's table.
"Hey Ron," whispered Seamus, who was sitting a few places away, "Did you see the new DADA (defense against the dark arts) teacher?"
"SIR! YES! SIR!" Joked Ron, saluting Seamus. Neville giggled, but then he caught sight of Snape and sank into his chair.
As Dumbledore stood up, the whole room went silent. Professor McGonnagal went from the room and arrived a few seconds later with the new first years.
As usual the first years looked nervous and like they were about to hurl. Professor McGonnagal took a stool and put the Sorting Hat on top of it. A rip in the hat opened and the hat began to sing.
(A.N. At this point I have a lot of writers block and besides that, I'm not very good at writing songs or poems. Make up in your head what the Sorting hat has to say. )
The room burst into applause and the sorting hat became quiet again. Everyone was silent and Professor McGonnagal read a name off of her list.
"Arleg, Morine."
"Hufflepuff!" Shouted the hat.
"I wonder how many Slytherins there will be this year," Ron mumbled.
"Gryffindor!"
"Hopefully not that many," Harry replied.
"Ravenclaw!"
"I wonder if any of them will be sons or daughters of Death Eaters," Ron said.
"Hufflepuff!"
"I don't know."
"Gryffindor!"
"Harry," Ron said.
"Slytherin!"
"Do you know what I just realized."
"Ravenclaw!"
"No, what?"
"Gryffindor!"
Ron tried to say something, but the Gryffindor's started to cheer and Harry couldn't hear anything.
"What?"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Well, your father's a Death Eater," Ron said quietly.
"Slytherin!"
"So?"
"Ravenclaw!"
"That makes you the son of a Death Eater."
"Slytherin!" Harry glared at Ron. Ron shut his mouth and remained silent for the rest of the sorting.
"And Now!" Exclaimed Dumbledore when the new students had been sorted. "I would like for you all to meet your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ralon.
The man in the camouflage stood up and nodded, still glaring around the room. There was a little bit of scattered applause, mostly from the teachers, and then Professor Ralon sat down.
"And second, I'm sure you've already noticed that Professor Snape has returned to teach Potions again this year." Snape's transparent eyes glared around the room. His glare got colder when they reached the Gryffindor table. Only the Slytherins applauded.
"And now, I'm sure that you all want to get some delicious food in you so dig in!" In an instant the golden plates in front of them were piled in food. Harry took a little bit of everything and piled it onto his plate.
"Harry," Ron said quietly, not eating his food, "I'm sorry about-"
"It's fine, forget it," Harry said. Hermione was looking at them curiously.
Ron picked up his fork and moved his food around his plate. For the first time, Harry noticed something. Positioned at the doors were wizards in black cloaks and dark sunglasses. On their cloaks said the words, SECURITY, in gold lettering.
"Looks like their getting more security at Hogwarts this year," Hermione said, noticing the gaurds too.
"Great, just what I need." Harry said, "I'll probably have to walk around with one of them all year."
"Nah, Dumbledore will just have them positioned at every corner so that they can keep an eye on you." Ron said.
All of a sudden several people screamed. The doors had flung open and standing at the door was a pair of Dark figures. The Security sprang to the side and took out their wands and pointed them at the strangers.
"Who are you!" Barked one of the Security people in a husky voice.
"Ministry officials," said one of the figures, reaching up and taking off his hood. A short, round man was revealed, with a head full of slick brown hair. The other Ministry official took off her hood too.
The Security wizards put down their wands and stood back, glaring darkly at the ministry officials.
"Eric, Julliane!" Exclaimed Dumbledore. "What a wonderful surprise!"
"We weren't expecting on being attacked just because we wanted to see you, Dumbledore," Said the woman, Julianne.
"I'm sorry, but we upped the security at Hogwarts since last year," Dumbledore said. Harry noticed several eyes flickering in his direction. "Please come sit over here with me and we can talk." Dumbledore waved his wand and made two chairs appear in mid air. The two of them strode over to the table and sat down next to Dumbledore. They instantly engaged Dumbledore in conversation.
"Wonder what they're doing here?" Hermione asked.
"Their Aurors." Ron said.
"How do you know?"
"Last summer my dad took me to the Ministry and I saw them there."
"I wonder if they're looking for the escaped Death Eaters."
"Maybe." Harry noticed that Ron's eyes flicked in his direction.
After a wonderful desert Dumbledore stood up again and spread his arms out to everyone.
"Now that everyone is nicely full, it's time for bed! Chop! Chop!" Dumbledore clapped his hands before sitting back down to talk with the Aurors again.
"Well," yawned Ron, "I can't wait to get to bed."
"I can't wait to get to classes!" Squealed Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes at Ron.
The three of them, along with the rest of the Gryffindors trudged up to Gryffindor tower. Fires were crackling merrily in the fireplaces in the Common room. Only stopping to say goodnight to Hermione, the Gryffindor sixth year boys walked slowly up to their dorm.
As Harry walked upstairs, yawning, he didn't know what was going on almost 1000 miles away in a little room.
Dear Harry,
I know I haven't seen you in a long time, almost 15 years. But I'd just like to say-
There was a scratching of a quill as the person scratched out the thing he'd just written.
Harry-
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-
Scratch scratch scratch.
Harry,
I don't know how to tell you this in a letter, but I'm actually alive. You've got to believe me. I can't tell you where I am or how I'm alive, but YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE ME! The only reason that I'm alive is that I sacraficed you to keep myself and your mother alive. I had to join the Death Eaters. And even though Voldemort was in hiding for 13 years I couldn't seem to get to you. I can't leave him for some strange reason. It's some sort of curse that makes me bound to him. That's why I couldn't find you. That's why I spent 13 years searching for him. I know you hate me for that. To tell you the truth I'm as mad at Wormtail as you probably are (you do know who Wormtail is don't you?) If it wasn't for him or Voldemort your mother would still be alive and we could still be a family.
James
The man held the letter up to the light to re-read it. All of a sudden he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. He glanced once again at the letter before pitching it into the fire. He watched the letter curl up and burn before turning toward the door.
Voldemort walked in.
"Are you leaving now, for Hogwarts?" Voldemort asked. James nodded. He took out his wand and with a swish of a cloak he was gone.