Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 19 Christmas
(A.N. I know, I know, I took a long time. I also
skipped ahead. Just imagine that Harry, Ron and Hermione had a lot of boring homework and a bunch of boring classes that wouldn't be very interesting to hear about. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything. J Malena J )
"That's it, you're not going to attempt to kill Potter anymore," Voldemort snarled.
"I'm sure that Nott or Macnair could've had the job done quicker than you."
"I-I'm sorry my lord," James stuttered, "B-but if you don't mind my asking, what will I do if I'm not watching Harry?" Voldemort glared at James for a moment.
"You are to get to work on finding a way to block Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said.
"Yes my lord." James said, turning toward the door.
All of a sudden the door burst open.
"My lord!" Gasped Goyle, from under his hood. "I have news my lord."
"What is it Goyle?" snapped Voldemort impatiently.
"It's about Potter, he told!"
"He told what and to who?"
"He told about-" Goyle gulped and then pointed to James. "He told Dumbledore about him."
"What?" Voldemort hissed.
"And the bad part is, this isn't new news, he told Dumbledore about a month ago!"
"That is all, Goyle." Goyle bowed low and departed from the room.
Voldemort's red eyes darted to James, who was still gazing at the door.
"Well, well, well, I guess you can't go out anymore. The security around Hogwarts is going to be stronger now as Dumbledore has no doubt told all the teachers about you being alive. It's not a secret anymore. That mudblood loving fool is going to be having teachers escorting your darling son everywhere he goes," Voldemort spat.
"Yes, m-my lord."
"And do you know what, remember when I said if you didn't kill Potter, it means you weren't loyal enough?"
"Yes."
"Well, guess what. Potter isn't dead." Voldemort raised his wand. "Crucio."
James fell to the floor in agony. Voldemort took the spell off of him and raised his wand again. "Ledaro!" The spell hit James with such force that it knocked him against the wall. Then with a flick of Voldemort's wand, James fell back to the floor. He got up panting.
"Have we learned our lesson?" Voldemort asked coolly.
"Yes my lord," James said.
"I will get you your supplies for finding a way to block Avada Kedavra.
"Thank you my lord." James bowed once before turning toward the door. As he opened the door, his eyes glowed red. Then they returned to the normal brown. He was under Voldemort's power.
When Professor McGonnagal came around the common room, one cold December day (It had snowed again.), asking people if they were going to stay for the Holiday Break. Harry, Ron and Hermione signed up for staying at once (even though Mr. and Mrs. Granger had been nagging Hermione to come home). On the last day of term they went down to visit Hagrid.
"C'mon in! C'mon in!" Hagrid boomed when they knocked on his door. They pushed open his door and Ron was immediately tackled by Fang.
"How 'ave you three been?" Hagrid said, sitting down in his enormous chair. A fire was crackling merrily in his fireplace.
"We've been good," Ron said, getting up off the floor while pushing Fang away.
"I 'aven't seen you lot for a while," Hagrid said, getting up to put some tea on his stove, "What've yall been up to?"
"Not a lot," Harry said, sitting down in one of the enormous chairs. "Mainly homework and stuff."
"Hagrid, what is that smell?" Ron asked.
As it turns out, Hagrid had been cooking some lemon meringue pie. He insisted that they tried some. It was rather soggy and lumpy, and it was so sour it made their mouth's pucker up.
"Uh, it's wonderful," Hermione lied. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.
"Do yeh want some more?" Hagrid asked, scooping another pile of yellow glop out of the pan.
"No, No, that's all right." They all said, pushing their plates away.
The rest of the afternoon involved Hermione and Hagrid talking about lessons (" What animal are you planning for us to study next?"- "I be thinking about doing Hokarmonns"-"What are those?" –"Blood sucking birds that have foot long claws. Bu' if you feed them some raw beef, then you'll be able to stroke em probabaly."- "Uh, how about we do unicorns again. Or something harmless, like a mouse.")
While Ron and Harry talked about Quidditch.
"If Hufflepuff wins against Ravenclaw, and we beat Slytherin, then. We're going to be against Hufflepuff."
"Like that'll ever happen."
"But if Ravenclaw wins and Slytherin looses, then we're gonna be against Ravenclaw-"
It was almost pitch black out when they made their way back up to the feast, trudging through the knee-deep snow. They had a wonderful feast before going back up to the common room and playing Exploding Snap and Gobstones (I don't think I spelled that right), before heading off to bed.
Harry was awoken the next morning by Hedwig pecking him on the forehead. Seeing that he was awake, Hedwig dropped the package she was carrying onto his head and flew out of the door. Harry looked blearily around the dark dorm room before reaching to his bedside table for his glasses.
The sound of ripping paper in the bed beside him told him that Ron was awake.
"Mornin'" Harry yawned, picking up the package that had fallen to the floor.
"Hi."
Harry ripped open the package, which was from the Dursley's. It was a small package wrapped in dreary gray wrapping. Harry unwrapped it and found… tissue paper.
"Wow, the Dursley's sure are generous this year," Harry said sarcastically.
"What'd they give you?"
"Tissue paper."
"Ah." Harry's other presents were much more satisfactory. From Hermione he got a new book for training against the Dark Arts. She included a little note, saying "Can I borrow this?" Ron gave him a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Hagrid gave him leftovers of the Lemon Meringue pie, which Harry didn't want to touch, let alone eat.
Sirius just sent him a note, saying that he didn't have time to get him a present, but he wished that he had a Merry Christmas anyway, and that he would get him present later.
After all of their presents had been opened, and all of the wrapping had been strewn around the room, the sixth year boys got their outdoor robes on and went outside to have a snowball fight. Hermione decided to stay inside, where it was nice and warm, and read Harry's book.
After about fifteen minutes of being outside, all of the boys were soaking wet, and Neville, who had so much snow stuffed down his coat was shivering madly. Fifteen minutes later they were all so tired that they just flopped down in the snow and laid there for a few minutes. Then they scrambled inside to get warm by the fire.
As they were walking up to the Gryffindor room, Dumbledore came out of a door to their right.
"Harry, I'd like to have a word with you," Dumbledore said sternly.
(A.N. If you choose to review (they are greatly appreciated) please do not complain about how long it took me to get this story up. It was the holidays and I was very busy. J Malena J )