WHITE SHADOW
A/N- Hey, wow I actually wrote this chapter! Umm... in this chapter the plot thickens and all that jazz, so r/r please!!
Disclaimer: I say, that the State of Florida re-votes and chooses JK ROWLING as the president. The only *True* leader of our country lolol.
White Shadow - Chapter 2
Harry entered the Great Hall with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger. They had a surprisingly peaceful train ride from King's Cross. Neither Malfoy nor any of his goons had come to taunt them. It was a good day. As they walked into the hall, Harry stared up at the enchanted ceiling. It was a clear, crisp night. Infinitive amounts of stars sparkled from above. He smiled, he always felt safe at Hogwarts, although he wasn't really sure of its actual defenses. At the head table, Dumbledore sat with a small smile on his face. When he saw Harry, his face turned stern. Harry could not tell exactly what he was thinking by his face, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. He made a mental note to visit Dumbledore after dinner. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, stomach growling, eagerly waiting for the sorting to begin.
* * *
Neville ran from his mother's cell, almost sliding into the walls. He had to find Doctor Brown. Instead he ran into John. John was Doctor Brown's assistant, who always seemed interested in Neville's parents. Although nice to Neville, he didn't trust him.
"Woah, slow down Neville, what's the matter? It looks like you've seen the Bloody Baron for the first time."
"Mom...You-Know-Who...Hogwarts!" was all Neville was able to get out in won wheezy breath.
"You went to see your mother without supervision?! You don't know what could have happened! You don't know the condition your mother is in!" That last statement did it, something that was burning inside Neville for the last couple of years, burst out of him in one hot breath.
"SUPERVISION!? *I* NEED SUPERVISION TO SEE MY OWN MOTHER! IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT BASTARD YOU- KNOW-no, wait, VOLDEMORT, I WOULDN'T NEED *SUPERVISION* TO SEE MY OWN PARENTS!" Neville ran down the hallway...
John dismissed that thought, as though Neville just commented on the weather. He ran to go find Doctor Brown.
* * *
The sorting was over faster than he remembered last year. He greedily ate his dinner having seconds on everything, but thirds on dessert. Harry looked around the Gryffindor table.
"Strange..." He whispered to Ron and Hermoine, "Neville isn't here"
"I didn't see him on the train either." Hermoine answered. Just then, an owl flew in the room right to Dumbledore. Harry looked up at the Head table, after Dumbledore finished is letter, he looked up and stared back at Harry. The reinforced his belief to go visit Dumbledore immediately. A hand touched him on the shoulder, he jumped.
"Mr. Potter," It was McGonagall, "Please come with me to the Headmaster's office. He would like to see you as soon as possible." Harry nodded and followed the head of the Gryffindor house, out of the Great Hall.
They walked down the hallways and up staircases, until they reached the familiar gargoyle.
"Canary Creams," she said, and the statue opened. McGonagall led Harry into Dumbledore's office and told him to wait. She left. Harry obediently waited.
* * *
"Owl Hogwarts immediately," Doctor Brown said sternly. "Tell Dumbledore we need Harry Potter, maybe the Longbottom's will tell him more." John wrote the note on a piece of parchment and sent the owl on its way. John tentatively touched his left forearm afterwards.
"Right," said Dr. Brown. "Now we wait,"
* * *
Harry stared around the oval room. Fawkes was asleep upon his perch. His cupboard, that held the pensive last year, was sealed by many numerous magical locks. As Harry stared, he pondered what the letter could have held.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dumbledore entered with a solemn look on his face.
"Harry," he began, "I am sure that you noticed that one of your fellow Gryffindors was missing this evening." Harry nodded in response.
"Well, Neville has spent the past day at St. Mungo's." Harry gasped. Dumbledore raised his hand as to stop Harry from commenting any further.
"Early this morning the Longbottoms began acting strangely. They were chanting your father's name." Harry gave Dumbledore a questionable look.
"They said he has visited them, and mentioned your name, as well as Voldemort's.
"Do Neville's parents know what they are talking about?" Harry asked.
"They act civil when talking to your 'supposed' father, other than that they are as disoriented as ever." Harry didn't know how to answer. His father? Could they really talk to him?
"Harry," Dumbledore broke Harry's chain of thought, "The doctor thought it might be best if you visit them." Harry stared in shock. "Are you willing?" Harry reluctantly nodded his head.
* * *
"Doctor Brown!" Dumbledore is in the Nurses station's fireplace!" John called. Dr. Brown apparated into the Nurse's station.
"Ah, Steven, how are you? I wish we were meeting on a happier note." Dumbledore's fire-surrounded bust said.
"The same here Albus, will you be arriving shortly?" Dr. Brown asked.
"Harry and I will be arriving momentarily." Dumbledore's bust disappeared. After a moment both Harry and Dumbledore arrived at St. Mungo's via floo powder.
"Ah, welcome Harry," Dr. Brown nodded at Harry. "Albus," he did the same at Dumbledore. "Please follow me."
* * *
John slipped out of the hospital. He held is right hand over his left forearm. In a moment he disapparated.
When he reappeared he wasn't near the hospital anymore. He was in the muggle village of Little Hangleton. Inside the old Riddle mansion to be exact.
"Jonathan," a cold voice stated. "Has Dumbledore left the Hogwarts grounds?" The young man answered,
"Yes my Lord."
"Will he be gone for awhile?"
"As long as those crackpots keep acting as delusional as the have the whole day master."
"Excellent," Voldemort answered, "Excellent."
* * *
Dr. Brown led Harry and Dumbledore down a long hallway. The light blue paint along the walls was chipped and needed to be repainted. Harry looked up at the ceiling, the florescent lights flickering. They were glowing at about half their usual brightness, made the hospital look more worn down and more forbidding.
They walked hallway upon hallway until they finally reached their destination.
"Harry," Dr. Brown said as the stared at the door, "This is where Neville's father, Frank Longbottom is placed. He may not even know you are there, but we'll see. Professor Dumbledore and I will leave you alone in the room, Good Luck." Dr. Brown opened the door for Harry, and Dumbledore clasped his hand on Harry's shoulder for reinsurance.
"Just send up sparks if you need us." Dr. Brown said. Harry stepped into the room.
* * *
"Shall I tell Serverus of our plans?" John asked the Dark Lord.
"No, no..." Voldemort answered. "I want to test his faithfulness. We will see where his loyalties lie when a surprise attack arises."
* * *
The door slammed shut behind Harry. He jumped. He looked around the room, the walls were padded with no windows. The only light coming from a solitary light bulb high on the ceiling swaying back and forth as though there was a breeze. But there wasn't, it was as still as death. On the small cot in the corner, was a tall thin man. He was staring straight at Harry, or was he? He gaze seemed to be to the left of where Harry was standing. Mr. Longbottom got off out of his bed and moved towards Harry.
"Hello." Frank stated brightly. "I've see you have convinced young Harry to visit me." Frank reached out his hand towards Harry, "Nice to meet you Harry." He smiled. Frank's gazed moved away from Harry and to the space next to him. "You're right James, he looks exactly like you." His head moved from side to side as though comparing Harry with the air next to him.
Harry stared questionably at the man in front of him. Harry kept looking next to him expecting to see something that wasn't there before, but there wasn't. Frank's eyes were large and warm when Harry first walked into the room. But in the middle of his conversation, his eyes hardened. The warm brown eyes iced over and his voice became harsh.
"I need to talk to you Harry!" he said madly. Before Harry could answer, Frank had turned Harry around and grabbed both his skinny wrists in his one large callused hand. He harshly pushed Harry's back against the wall and felt his pockets until he took a long piece of wood out. Harry's wand. He quickly turned Harry around and pinned his body to the wall after muttering some incoherent words.
Harry looked petrified at the once great auror. " You will listen to me Harry Potter!" he cried insanely. "Your father is here and wants to talk to you!" He said cheerfully, he mood drastically different from the last sentence. "Listen to your father when he's speaking! Don't ignore him!" He yelled, his ferociousness back once more. Frank closed his eyes, his grip on Harry loosened, but Harry didn't dare move.
"Oh! I am so sorry Harry!" He grabbed Harry into a large hug. "It's just-just that-I" Frank Longbottom broke down into tears. "My sa-sanity-co-mes-back" Frank said between tears, "only for a few minutes, usually no one is around to tell." Frank stopped crying. "But your father Harry, he's been here all the time, and the more I see him, the more sane I get for longer periods of time. He's healing me Harry I know it." Frank stopped talking for a moment. "Even though everyone thinks he is gone, his spirit is all around us." Frank put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Do you want to see your father like I do Harry? Do you really want to see him?"
Harry wasn't sure how to answer this, he couldn't do anything to protect himself, he didn't have his wand, and if he ever did any harm to Neville's dad, Neville would never forgive him. Harry decided the best thing to do was to nod, so he did.
Franks absolutely exploded from joy, "James! Did you see that?! He believes! HE believes! Hogwarts will be saved!" Harry got very nervous from this comment, 'What did Hogwarts have to do with anything?' Frank, within a blink of an eye, held up the stolen wand to Harry's chest. "Now, don't move." Harry didn't argue. "You may feel a little tingle in your scar." Harry shivered at this statement. But the shivering didn't stop, coldness spread from his scar over, as though something touched it and froze him over. He began to see a white outline form in front of him, almost like a shadow. The outline was just about to come into focus before Harry passed out.
A/N-ahhh! This sucks! Try writing a decent ending with MAJOR writer's block! Arg! It's so aggravating! Well anyway...what the hell just happened to Harry? Does his scar do more than just connect him with Voldemort? Well...we will see! Please r/r!
A/N- Hey, wow I actually wrote this chapter! Umm... in this chapter the plot thickens and all that jazz, so r/r please!!
Disclaimer: I say, that the State of Florida re-votes and chooses JK ROWLING as the president. The only *True* leader of our country lolol.
White Shadow - Chapter 2
Harry entered the Great Hall with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger. They had a surprisingly peaceful train ride from King's Cross. Neither Malfoy nor any of his goons had come to taunt them. It was a good day. As they walked into the hall, Harry stared up at the enchanted ceiling. It was a clear, crisp night. Infinitive amounts of stars sparkled from above. He smiled, he always felt safe at Hogwarts, although he wasn't really sure of its actual defenses. At the head table, Dumbledore sat with a small smile on his face. When he saw Harry, his face turned stern. Harry could not tell exactly what he was thinking by his face, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. He made a mental note to visit Dumbledore after dinner. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, stomach growling, eagerly waiting for the sorting to begin.
* * *
Neville ran from his mother's cell, almost sliding into the walls. He had to find Doctor Brown. Instead he ran into John. John was Doctor Brown's assistant, who always seemed interested in Neville's parents. Although nice to Neville, he didn't trust him.
"Woah, slow down Neville, what's the matter? It looks like you've seen the Bloody Baron for the first time."
"Mom...You-Know-Who...Hogwarts!" was all Neville was able to get out in won wheezy breath.
"You went to see your mother without supervision?! You don't know what could have happened! You don't know the condition your mother is in!" That last statement did it, something that was burning inside Neville for the last couple of years, burst out of him in one hot breath.
"SUPERVISION!? *I* NEED SUPERVISION TO SEE MY OWN MOTHER! IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT BASTARD YOU- KNOW-no, wait, VOLDEMORT, I WOULDN'T NEED *SUPERVISION* TO SEE MY OWN PARENTS!" Neville ran down the hallway...
John dismissed that thought, as though Neville just commented on the weather. He ran to go find Doctor Brown.
* * *
The sorting was over faster than he remembered last year. He greedily ate his dinner having seconds on everything, but thirds on dessert. Harry looked around the Gryffindor table.
"Strange..." He whispered to Ron and Hermoine, "Neville isn't here"
"I didn't see him on the train either." Hermoine answered. Just then, an owl flew in the room right to Dumbledore. Harry looked up at the Head table, after Dumbledore finished is letter, he looked up and stared back at Harry. The reinforced his belief to go visit Dumbledore immediately. A hand touched him on the shoulder, he jumped.
"Mr. Potter," It was McGonagall, "Please come with me to the Headmaster's office. He would like to see you as soon as possible." Harry nodded and followed the head of the Gryffindor house, out of the Great Hall.
They walked down the hallways and up staircases, until they reached the familiar gargoyle.
"Canary Creams," she said, and the statue opened. McGonagall led Harry into Dumbledore's office and told him to wait. She left. Harry obediently waited.
* * *
"Owl Hogwarts immediately," Doctor Brown said sternly. "Tell Dumbledore we need Harry Potter, maybe the Longbottom's will tell him more." John wrote the note on a piece of parchment and sent the owl on its way. John tentatively touched his left forearm afterwards.
"Right," said Dr. Brown. "Now we wait,"
* * *
Harry stared around the oval room. Fawkes was asleep upon his perch. His cupboard, that held the pensive last year, was sealed by many numerous magical locks. As Harry stared, he pondered what the letter could have held.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dumbledore entered with a solemn look on his face.
"Harry," he began, "I am sure that you noticed that one of your fellow Gryffindors was missing this evening." Harry nodded in response.
"Well, Neville has spent the past day at St. Mungo's." Harry gasped. Dumbledore raised his hand as to stop Harry from commenting any further.
"Early this morning the Longbottoms began acting strangely. They were chanting your father's name." Harry gave Dumbledore a questionable look.
"They said he has visited them, and mentioned your name, as well as Voldemort's.
"Do Neville's parents know what they are talking about?" Harry asked.
"They act civil when talking to your 'supposed' father, other than that they are as disoriented as ever." Harry didn't know how to answer. His father? Could they really talk to him?
"Harry," Dumbledore broke Harry's chain of thought, "The doctor thought it might be best if you visit them." Harry stared in shock. "Are you willing?" Harry reluctantly nodded his head.
* * *
"Doctor Brown!" Dumbledore is in the Nurses station's fireplace!" John called. Dr. Brown apparated into the Nurse's station.
"Ah, Steven, how are you? I wish we were meeting on a happier note." Dumbledore's fire-surrounded bust said.
"The same here Albus, will you be arriving shortly?" Dr. Brown asked.
"Harry and I will be arriving momentarily." Dumbledore's bust disappeared. After a moment both Harry and Dumbledore arrived at St. Mungo's via floo powder.
"Ah, welcome Harry," Dr. Brown nodded at Harry. "Albus," he did the same at Dumbledore. "Please follow me."
* * *
John slipped out of the hospital. He held is right hand over his left forearm. In a moment he disapparated.
When he reappeared he wasn't near the hospital anymore. He was in the muggle village of Little Hangleton. Inside the old Riddle mansion to be exact.
"Jonathan," a cold voice stated. "Has Dumbledore left the Hogwarts grounds?" The young man answered,
"Yes my Lord."
"Will he be gone for awhile?"
"As long as those crackpots keep acting as delusional as the have the whole day master."
"Excellent," Voldemort answered, "Excellent."
* * *
Dr. Brown led Harry and Dumbledore down a long hallway. The light blue paint along the walls was chipped and needed to be repainted. Harry looked up at the ceiling, the florescent lights flickering. They were glowing at about half their usual brightness, made the hospital look more worn down and more forbidding.
They walked hallway upon hallway until they finally reached their destination.
"Harry," Dr. Brown said as the stared at the door, "This is where Neville's father, Frank Longbottom is placed. He may not even know you are there, but we'll see. Professor Dumbledore and I will leave you alone in the room, Good Luck." Dr. Brown opened the door for Harry, and Dumbledore clasped his hand on Harry's shoulder for reinsurance.
"Just send up sparks if you need us." Dr. Brown said. Harry stepped into the room.
* * *
"Shall I tell Serverus of our plans?" John asked the Dark Lord.
"No, no..." Voldemort answered. "I want to test his faithfulness. We will see where his loyalties lie when a surprise attack arises."
* * *
The door slammed shut behind Harry. He jumped. He looked around the room, the walls were padded with no windows. The only light coming from a solitary light bulb high on the ceiling swaying back and forth as though there was a breeze. But there wasn't, it was as still as death. On the small cot in the corner, was a tall thin man. He was staring straight at Harry, or was he? He gaze seemed to be to the left of where Harry was standing. Mr. Longbottom got off out of his bed and moved towards Harry.
"Hello." Frank stated brightly. "I've see you have convinced young Harry to visit me." Frank reached out his hand towards Harry, "Nice to meet you Harry." He smiled. Frank's gazed moved away from Harry and to the space next to him. "You're right James, he looks exactly like you." His head moved from side to side as though comparing Harry with the air next to him.
Harry stared questionably at the man in front of him. Harry kept looking next to him expecting to see something that wasn't there before, but there wasn't. Frank's eyes were large and warm when Harry first walked into the room. But in the middle of his conversation, his eyes hardened. The warm brown eyes iced over and his voice became harsh.
"I need to talk to you Harry!" he said madly. Before Harry could answer, Frank had turned Harry around and grabbed both his skinny wrists in his one large callused hand. He harshly pushed Harry's back against the wall and felt his pockets until he took a long piece of wood out. Harry's wand. He quickly turned Harry around and pinned his body to the wall after muttering some incoherent words.
Harry looked petrified at the once great auror. " You will listen to me Harry Potter!" he cried insanely. "Your father is here and wants to talk to you!" He said cheerfully, he mood drastically different from the last sentence. "Listen to your father when he's speaking! Don't ignore him!" He yelled, his ferociousness back once more. Frank closed his eyes, his grip on Harry loosened, but Harry didn't dare move.
"Oh! I am so sorry Harry!" He grabbed Harry into a large hug. "It's just-just that-I" Frank Longbottom broke down into tears. "My sa-sanity-co-mes-back" Frank said between tears, "only for a few minutes, usually no one is around to tell." Frank stopped crying. "But your father Harry, he's been here all the time, and the more I see him, the more sane I get for longer periods of time. He's healing me Harry I know it." Frank stopped talking for a moment. "Even though everyone thinks he is gone, his spirit is all around us." Frank put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Do you want to see your father like I do Harry? Do you really want to see him?"
Harry wasn't sure how to answer this, he couldn't do anything to protect himself, he didn't have his wand, and if he ever did any harm to Neville's dad, Neville would never forgive him. Harry decided the best thing to do was to nod, so he did.
Franks absolutely exploded from joy, "James! Did you see that?! He believes! HE believes! Hogwarts will be saved!" Harry got very nervous from this comment, 'What did Hogwarts have to do with anything?' Frank, within a blink of an eye, held up the stolen wand to Harry's chest. "Now, don't move." Harry didn't argue. "You may feel a little tingle in your scar." Harry shivered at this statement. But the shivering didn't stop, coldness spread from his scar over, as though something touched it and froze him over. He began to see a white outline form in front of him, almost like a shadow. The outline was just about to come into focus before Harry passed out.
A/N-ahhh! This sucks! Try writing a decent ending with MAJOR writer's block! Arg! It's so aggravating! Well anyway...what the hell just happened to Harry? Does his scar do more than just connect him with Voldemort? Well...we will see! Please r/r!