Author's Note: Don't read this if you haven't read part one! Or if you haven't read the Goblet of Fire! Okay, we know that Harry is "The Chosen" mentioned in the prophecy. Of course, the only one in the story that knows is Dumbledore. Okay. The fiction...
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART TWO
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That night, a meeting was arranged between Dumbledore, the teachers, Sirius, Arthur Weasley, and all the Aurors.
Dumbledore stood to speak. "I have called you all here because I have urgent news. Harry Potter owled me today, to tell me he had another vision, saying that Voldemort feared The Chosen. I looked up the prophesy, and here it is: 'The Chosen marked with lightening will defeat The Evil marked with a snake. The Chosen is more powerful than The Evil, and one will perish, the other will be immortal.' Harry is The Chosen. He must undergo training immediately. He is our only hope to defeat Voldemort."
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Harry looked at the sky. It was a bright, cheery, sunny day. One that makes you think you have no worries.
It couldn't fool him.
He had worries, that would never go away. He had worries because he was Voldemort's enemy. It couldn't be helped, really, because he had been since a year old. Harry had defeated the Dark Lord before he was able to walk and talk, much less hold a wand. Hey, he had triumphed over him without the use of a wand...but he had been beaten, at the Triwizard Tournament...he hadn't been able to save Cedric...he hadn't been able to prevent the rise of the Dark Lord. Stop blaming yourself! screamed a voice in his head. Harry felt tears swelling up in his eyes, and forced his attention back to the bush he was pruning. But he couldn't concentrate...he sat down on the grass, and put hands over his face.
"Harry?" asked a voice.
Harry looked into the face of Albus Dumbledore.
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"Harry," said Dumbledore, "I have brought you here, back to Hogwarts, for a reason."
After collecting his things, Dumbledore had taken him back on broom to Hogwarts. Harry was feeling confused, as well as nervous.
"I figured as much, sir."
"Well, Harry, I did a little research. You said that Voldemort fears the Chosen? Well...Harry, YOU are the Chosen."
Harry felt weak-kneed, and sat down. "What?" he exclaimed.
"Harry," said Dumbledore, "You are the Chosen. You are a more powerful wizard than I. You are a more powerful wizard than Voldemort. You can defeat him."
"But, sir," Harry's voice quivered. "If that is true, then why could I not hurt him during the Triwizard Tournament?"
"You forget, young man, that you have brother wands. No two brother wands can force the other to do battle."
"So how do I defeat him?"
"That's where you're training comes in..." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "Harry, your parent's deaths will be avenged. They will be."
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Author's Note: CLIFFHANGER!! HAHA! You know it's my specialty. :-) And you also know that in spite of me putting you through the TORTURE and PAIN of cliffhangers, you luff me! Aww!
Okay, I'm makin' myself sick.
Sirius: Me too.
Me: Sirius, why can't you keep quiet for ONCE?
Sirius: Because I don't wanna.
Me: Padfoot...honestly...
Anyways! This series, I think, is going to be...what's the word I'm searching for now? Eloquent! There we go! And a little more serious.
Sirius: Huh? Did someone say my name?
Oh, brother. No pun was intended...just please review!!!
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART TWO
_____
That night, a meeting was arranged between Dumbledore, the teachers, Sirius, Arthur Weasley, and all the Aurors.
Dumbledore stood to speak. "I have called you all here because I have urgent news. Harry Potter owled me today, to tell me he had another vision, saying that Voldemort feared The Chosen. I looked up the prophesy, and here it is: 'The Chosen marked with lightening will defeat The Evil marked with a snake. The Chosen is more powerful than The Evil, and one will perish, the other will be immortal.' Harry is The Chosen. He must undergo training immediately. He is our only hope to defeat Voldemort."
_____
Harry looked at the sky. It was a bright, cheery, sunny day. One that makes you think you have no worries.
It couldn't fool him.
He had worries, that would never go away. He had worries because he was Voldemort's enemy. It couldn't be helped, really, because he had been since a year old. Harry had defeated the Dark Lord before he was able to walk and talk, much less hold a wand. Hey, he had triumphed over him without the use of a wand...but he had been beaten, at the Triwizard Tournament...he hadn't been able to save Cedric...he hadn't been able to prevent the rise of the Dark Lord. Stop blaming yourself! screamed a voice in his head. Harry felt tears swelling up in his eyes, and forced his attention back to the bush he was pruning. But he couldn't concentrate...he sat down on the grass, and put hands over his face.
"Harry?" asked a voice.
Harry looked into the face of Albus Dumbledore.
_____
"Harry," said Dumbledore, "I have brought you here, back to Hogwarts, for a reason."
After collecting his things, Dumbledore had taken him back on broom to Hogwarts. Harry was feeling confused, as well as nervous.
"I figured as much, sir."
"Well, Harry, I did a little research. You said that Voldemort fears the Chosen? Well...Harry, YOU are the Chosen."
Harry felt weak-kneed, and sat down. "What?" he exclaimed.
"Harry," said Dumbledore, "You are the Chosen. You are a more powerful wizard than I. You are a more powerful wizard than Voldemort. You can defeat him."
"But, sir," Harry's voice quivered. "If that is true, then why could I not hurt him during the Triwizard Tournament?"
"You forget, young man, that you have brother wands. No two brother wands can force the other to do battle."
"So how do I defeat him?"
"That's where you're training comes in..." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "Harry, your parent's deaths will be avenged. They will be."
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Author's Note: CLIFFHANGER!! HAHA! You know it's my specialty. :-) And you also know that in spite of me putting you through the TORTURE and PAIN of cliffhangers, you luff me! Aww!
Okay, I'm makin' myself sick.
Sirius: Me too.
Me: Sirius, why can't you keep quiet for ONCE?
Sirius: Because I don't wanna.
Me: Padfoot...honestly...
Anyways! This series, I think, is going to be...what's the word I'm searching for now? Eloquent! There we go! And a little more serious.
Sirius: Huh? Did someone say my name?
Oh, brother. No pun was intended...just please review!!!