Harry Potter and the Hall of Memories
A/N: Hey all! How are you all? I've very good, thankz a bunch for asking. I started school
the day before yesterday, and, well, this is the first opportunity that I've had to type!
Gee my life is hectic! Oh well. I'll go now and let you lovely people read my fantabulous
story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of his friends, Hogwarts, all that I think is
mine is the plot.
Harry Potter and the Hall of Memories part 3
When Harry got home he stormed straight upstairs and slammed the door, causing one of the
framed "glass" paintings to fall to the ground and shatter. He could hear Aunt Petunia
and Uncle Vernon bellowing from the bottom of the stairs, but he didn't care. Now that
he was in private, he burst into tears. All of a sudden, he found himself rampaging
around the room like a bull, turning bookshelves over and spilling the contents everywhere,
and breaking all of the things in there for the second, third and even fourth time. Then,
he collapsed onto his bed and started to pound his pillow, tears making everything blurry.
Then, in came the Dursley's, and with an astounding BOOM!!! Dudley fell down to the ground,
tripping over something unrecognisable. Serves him right, Harry though, fighting to stop
and keep back tears.
"What the hell happened here?" Uncle Vernon roared. "You'll be sorry for this boy, there's
going to be hell to pay for this!" and he was breathing very rapidly as he said this.
"Go away!" Harry choked out, still fighting to keep the tears back.
"Why did you do this for?" Aunt Petunia started on him. "I mean, I know that you're mentally
unstable, but this is beyond anything even imaginable." then, she seemed to ramble on about
who knows what for about an hour, then Harry suddenly heard "And then you went and got
some poor boy killed last..."
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled across her, and Aunt Petunia suddenly seemed to have lost her
voice. "How dare you? You are talking absolute trout about something you know nothing about!
Don't you DARE ever do that again, or it's YOU who'll have hell to pay." he continued.
"We will NOT be spoken to like that!" Uncle Vernon said
Then, Harry was thinking, or rather praying, I want to be with Sirius. I want to be with
Sirius. Then, all of a sudden, he was sitting on a chair, (and all his Hogwarts stuff and
Hedwig), next to him. Some how, he had made himself go from Privet Drive to here. But,
where was here?
"Who?" a hoarse voice from behind him started, sounding very confused, but then suddenly
stopped. "Harry?"
At this, Harry wheeled around to see Professor, rather, Remus Lupin standing there.
"Remus, who are you talkin... OH my! Harry?" said a voice Harry identified immediately
as Sirius's, his Godfather.
"Sirius?" Harry said, instantly trying to wipe tears from his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He began to ask, but Remus said, "How did you get here?"
Harry found the second question a lot easier to answer.
"Ahhh, I don't know."
"What? How could you not know?" Sirius started. Then, he asked, "What was happening before
you appeared here"
"Well, um, er..." Harry started, then decided just to lie about it: that'd be much easier.
"The Dursley's and I were fighting and I tore my room apart. Then, Aunt Petunia stared
about how ungrateful I was, and how I was unstable, and.... and...." Harry felt very close
to tears now, "... and shesaidIgotCedrickilled." He said the last part very fast, but was
sure they heard him.
"Ok," Remus said, looking at the floor. Harry noticed that Sirius was doing the same, so
he felt that they were looking away so that he could wipe his eyes. "What were you thinking
after that?"
'Good question,' Harry thought, then suddenly realised, "Umm, something about being with
Sirius, I think."
"Well, I'll have to check some things," Remus said, the teacher side of him shining through,
"Ohh, did you have your wand out?"
"No, it's still in my trunk." He answered quickly. Then, Remus got up and left the room.
Sirius showed Harry to a spare room that he could stay in until September the 1st, and
showed him where the shower, bathroom and towels were kept.
"Have a good night's sleep." Sirius called as Harry got into bed.
"What? Oh, no, not you. Go away!" Harry heard someone saying
"Ohh, so you do remember me child." A different voice, much deeper, and a lot eviler sounding
said
"How could I forget you?" Then Harry realised that is was himself.
"I can't see how you could." The other voice said.
"Well, where am I?"
"That, I cannot tell you. But, you should already know that." Harry looked around and
recognised the place he was standing as the Chamber of Secrets.
"Why am I here?"
"That, I can't say either."
"Why the hell not?" Harry replied, getting angry.
"Because it's were you going, not where you are that's important."
Then, Harry felt the ground dissolving beneath his very feet, and he was falling, falling,
falling into a black death...
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed.
Then, he could hear running and a door opening...
"Harry, Harry? Are you OK?" the voice asked, and he opened his eyes and Sirius and Remus
were standing around his bed, both as white as his bed sheets.
"What?" He asked. Then, he remembered.
"You were screaming." Remus informed him. "We both came down to see why."
"Ohh, it was a dream, a really, really bad one." Harry told them. Then, he told them about
what had happened, and by the end they were looking shocked.
"Ummm, Harry, do you want one of us to stay here with you?" Sirius asked.
"No." Harry said firmly. One thing that he hated most was being 'babied' or getting special
treatment. He could never figure out why, but he thought that it had something to do with his
first year, and how he was considered so 'special' because of the incident with
the Dark Lord. "I'm fine now. It was just a dream."
Remus and Sirius looked at each other and then at Harry.
"Well, if you say so Harry, but just remember, our doors are just down the corridor."
"OK."
"Goodnight, Harry. Good dreams." Remus said then left.
"Harry, are you sur..."
"I'm OK Sirius. Really." Harry added, seeing the look Sirius was giving him.
"Alright. If you say so. Good night."
"Night." Harry went back to sleep after re-assuring himself that it WAS a dream. Just a
dream.
The next morning Harry woke up early to find that the morning sunshine was blazing in
through the window. He got up and looked out the window. Harry nearly fainted with the
shock. He was facing out and looking at snow. Snow! Wow, Harry though. But then, he looked
up at the sky and saw a blazing hot sun looking down on him. How strange.
He got up and went into the kitchen, only to find that it looked as though a great big
fire had ripped through the place. Then, he saw on top of the remains of the kitchen table,
a note. He opened it.
Dear Harry,
I'm afraid to say that I have your dear Sirius and Remus here with me. I hope that
you don't want to see them again, because I'm afraid that you won't. By the way, TURN
AROUND.
Lord Voldemort.
Harry didn't want to believe the note, but then he felt a weird sensation of cold swelling
him whole. He looked around and saw about 1 000 Dementors coming through the front door.
"AHHH! HELP! AHHH!" but, before he could find his wand, he was falling.... falling into
darkness... falling..... Then there was a strange light. And he swore he could here something.
"Harry? Harry? Wake up, Harry!"
"WHAT?" Harry said, then realising that he was obviously just a dream.
"Are you OK Harry?" Sirius and Remus said, or was it Uncle Vernon there? He couldn't tell.
"Who is it?"
"You don't know who I am?" Sirius asked, sounding shocked.
"Ummm, errrr...." but Harry didn't get to finish his sentence. He was lying on his bed, in
a dead faint, before anyone knew anything.
"I hope he's going to be alright."
"Yea, maybe we should get Madame Pomprey in to take a look at him."
Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was in a different room than where he was,
and that Remus and Sirius were standing around him, both looking very worried about something.
"Wh-wha-what happened?" Harry asked, making them both jump.
"You, you fainted," said Sirius, looking a lot pailer than he normally was. "We, we were going
to get Madame Pomprey to come and take a look at you."
"No. No, I'm fine." Harry quickly said, not wanting to see Madame Pomprey during his
holidays. She would probably comment about how 'dangerous' he was living and insist that
he go back to Hogwarts with her, and get lots of bed rest.
"Are you sure?" Remus asked.
"Yes."
"Ohh, alright. In that case," Sirius said, still looking concerned. But, less than a second
later, his face had a huge smile across it. "Happy Birthday Harry."
Harry gasped and saw that Sirius was holding a large present behind his back. He handed it
to him, and he read the card.
Dear Harry,
Happy 15th birthday!
Love Sirius and Remus.
Harry looked up and saw both Sirius and Remus looking from him to his present, as if telling
him to open it. So, he did, and gasped. He gasped, because it looked as though it was a
muggle jewellery box. Sirius obviously had seen the puzzled look on Harry's face, and he
simply said "Open it." So, Harry opened the jewellery box and saw about 35 necklaces,
20 different rings and a lot of other different jewellery.
"Who's... what's..." Harry chocked out.
"IT was your mother's and father's. Hold on a second.." Sirius said, and he started looking
through the assorted rings and pulled out two of them, one obviously looking as if it were
for a man, the other, a woman. "These are your parents' wedding rings."
Harry took them from him, and looked at them. He joined them together, and they read "James
and Lily, together forever.'
"Thank you." he said, putting the box on the table and giving Sirius and Remus both hugs.
"Has anyone seen Hedwig?" Harry asked.
"Yes, she just got back. I think she's with the other owls." Remus said.
"Where would that be?" Harry asked.
"Ohh, quite right, you wouldn't have see the whole house, would you? OK, this way."
Remus got up and leaded Harry out of the room and down a corridor. They went past about 10
doors, and then they got to a smaller door. They went in and, sure enough, Hedwig was there.
Pig, Ron's owl, was also there too. Harry hurried off and untied the parcels from the owls'
legs. Instead of opening them there, Remus said that they could go back to the other room
if he wanted. He agreed, so they went off.
When Harry was in the other room, he opened his parcels from Ron and Hermione. Ron had
gotten him a set of mini Quidditch, which Harry suspected he could make the real size.
Hermione had gotten him another Broom Servicing kit, but this time it was the latest version
made specifically for Firebolt's. Harry put these down on the table and started to eat his
birthday breakfast.
"So, how am I going to get to Kings Cross station on September 1st?" Harry enquired.
"Umm, well, your not going on the train to get to school this year Harry." Sirius said.
"But then, how will I get to Hogwarts?"
"Well, there are other methods of getting there," Remus said. "The night bus, for instance."
"Ohh, ok. when will I have to board it?"
"You? We're both coming with you." Sirius said.
"Really?" Harry asked, astonished.
"Yes, really. We'll have to leave in a day and a half to be there for September 1st, so how
about we go into Diagon alley today?" Sirius replied.
"Ohh, I don't need to go to Diagon Alley. I've already been." Harry said, as a pang of
pain hit his heart, and all the memories flooded back. Remus obviously had seen this, as he
said "Oh yes, I remember you mentioning that. How about you go and pack, then?"
"Ohh, OK." And with that Harry went to the room where he was staying, and threw his things
into his trunk. After he checked that nothing had been broken, he carefully put his
birthday presents away and went to bed.
"No, don't, please, no!" Harry heard someone saying, nearly begging. "Don't hurt me! NO!"
"Ron?" Harry had just realised who the voice belonged to. "RON?" He repeated. Still, no reply.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Ron asked someone, and as Harry looked around the room
that he was in, he could see Ron pleading with Voldemort. "Don't hurt me!"
"Shut up you bumbling fool!" Voldemort's cruel voice replied. "You have obviously never
experienced a pain as painful as this. Cruico." An ear-splitting boy's scream filled Harry's
brain.
"No. Ron. RON?" Harry tried to move closer, but he couldn't. "NO! STOP!" He yelled at
Voldemort, but he didn't hear him. Harry closed his eyes. He wasn't going to willingly
watch one of his best friends be tortured. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and only
whimpering could be heard.
"You are a useless as your father was. And I though that was useless. Say good bye, Ronald
Weasley."
"No." said Ron hopelessly, as he knew what was about to happen.
"Adava Kederva." And with one final burst of green light, Ronald Weasley closed his eyes
for the last time.
A/N: As much as I despise cliff hangers, this is all I feel I can write! And in any case,
I haven't posted for AGES! And, I have about a 10cm square of missing skin on my knee, so
I'm not at school. I'm doing this instead. Isn't life dull?
I'm not going to threat not to do the next part if I don't get ne reviews, but they would
be good and help me get the next part out faster.
thank you,
Mystical Me
A/N: Hey all! How are you all? I've very good, thankz a bunch for asking. I started school
the day before yesterday, and, well, this is the first opportunity that I've had to type!
Gee my life is hectic! Oh well. I'll go now and let you lovely people read my fantabulous
story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of his friends, Hogwarts, all that I think is
mine is the plot.
Harry Potter and the Hall of Memories part 3
When Harry got home he stormed straight upstairs and slammed the door, causing one of the
framed "glass" paintings to fall to the ground and shatter. He could hear Aunt Petunia
and Uncle Vernon bellowing from the bottom of the stairs, but he didn't care. Now that
he was in private, he burst into tears. All of a sudden, he found himself rampaging
around the room like a bull, turning bookshelves over and spilling the contents everywhere,
and breaking all of the things in there for the second, third and even fourth time. Then,
he collapsed onto his bed and started to pound his pillow, tears making everything blurry.
Then, in came the Dursley's, and with an astounding BOOM!!! Dudley fell down to the ground,
tripping over something unrecognisable. Serves him right, Harry though, fighting to stop
and keep back tears.
"What the hell happened here?" Uncle Vernon roared. "You'll be sorry for this boy, there's
going to be hell to pay for this!" and he was breathing very rapidly as he said this.
"Go away!" Harry choked out, still fighting to keep the tears back.
"Why did you do this for?" Aunt Petunia started on him. "I mean, I know that you're mentally
unstable, but this is beyond anything even imaginable." then, she seemed to ramble on about
who knows what for about an hour, then Harry suddenly heard "And then you went and got
some poor boy killed last..."
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled across her, and Aunt Petunia suddenly seemed to have lost her
voice. "How dare you? You are talking absolute trout about something you know nothing about!
Don't you DARE ever do that again, or it's YOU who'll have hell to pay." he continued.
"We will NOT be spoken to like that!" Uncle Vernon said
Then, Harry was thinking, or rather praying, I want to be with Sirius. I want to be with
Sirius. Then, all of a sudden, he was sitting on a chair, (and all his Hogwarts stuff and
Hedwig), next to him. Some how, he had made himself go from Privet Drive to here. But,
where was here?
"Who?" a hoarse voice from behind him started, sounding very confused, but then suddenly
stopped. "Harry?"
At this, Harry wheeled around to see Professor, rather, Remus Lupin standing there.
"Remus, who are you talkin... OH my! Harry?" said a voice Harry identified immediately
as Sirius's, his Godfather.
"Sirius?" Harry said, instantly trying to wipe tears from his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He began to ask, but Remus said, "How did you get here?"
Harry found the second question a lot easier to answer.
"Ahhh, I don't know."
"What? How could you not know?" Sirius started. Then, he asked, "What was happening before
you appeared here"
"Well, um, er..." Harry started, then decided just to lie about it: that'd be much easier.
"The Dursley's and I were fighting and I tore my room apart. Then, Aunt Petunia stared
about how ungrateful I was, and how I was unstable, and.... and...." Harry felt very close
to tears now, "... and shesaidIgotCedrickilled." He said the last part very fast, but was
sure they heard him.
"Ok," Remus said, looking at the floor. Harry noticed that Sirius was doing the same, so
he felt that they were looking away so that he could wipe his eyes. "What were you thinking
after that?"
'Good question,' Harry thought, then suddenly realised, "Umm, something about being with
Sirius, I think."
"Well, I'll have to check some things," Remus said, the teacher side of him shining through,
"Ohh, did you have your wand out?"
"No, it's still in my trunk." He answered quickly. Then, Remus got up and left the room.
Sirius showed Harry to a spare room that he could stay in until September the 1st, and
showed him where the shower, bathroom and towels were kept.
"Have a good night's sleep." Sirius called as Harry got into bed.
"What? Oh, no, not you. Go away!" Harry heard someone saying
"Ohh, so you do remember me child." A different voice, much deeper, and a lot eviler sounding
said
"How could I forget you?" Then Harry realised that is was himself.
"I can't see how you could." The other voice said.
"Well, where am I?"
"That, I cannot tell you. But, you should already know that." Harry looked around and
recognised the place he was standing as the Chamber of Secrets.
"Why am I here?"
"That, I can't say either."
"Why the hell not?" Harry replied, getting angry.
"Because it's were you going, not where you are that's important."
Then, Harry felt the ground dissolving beneath his very feet, and he was falling, falling,
falling into a black death...
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed.
Then, he could hear running and a door opening...
"Harry, Harry? Are you OK?" the voice asked, and he opened his eyes and Sirius and Remus
were standing around his bed, both as white as his bed sheets.
"What?" He asked. Then, he remembered.
"You were screaming." Remus informed him. "We both came down to see why."
"Ohh, it was a dream, a really, really bad one." Harry told them. Then, he told them about
what had happened, and by the end they were looking shocked.
"Ummm, Harry, do you want one of us to stay here with you?" Sirius asked.
"No." Harry said firmly. One thing that he hated most was being 'babied' or getting special
treatment. He could never figure out why, but he thought that it had something to do with his
first year, and how he was considered so 'special' because of the incident with
the Dark Lord. "I'm fine now. It was just a dream."
Remus and Sirius looked at each other and then at Harry.
"Well, if you say so Harry, but just remember, our doors are just down the corridor."
"OK."
"Goodnight, Harry. Good dreams." Remus said then left.
"Harry, are you sur..."
"I'm OK Sirius. Really." Harry added, seeing the look Sirius was giving him.
"Alright. If you say so. Good night."
"Night." Harry went back to sleep after re-assuring himself that it WAS a dream. Just a
dream.
The next morning Harry woke up early to find that the morning sunshine was blazing in
through the window. He got up and looked out the window. Harry nearly fainted with the
shock. He was facing out and looking at snow. Snow! Wow, Harry though. But then, he looked
up at the sky and saw a blazing hot sun looking down on him. How strange.
He got up and went into the kitchen, only to find that it looked as though a great big
fire had ripped through the place. Then, he saw on top of the remains of the kitchen table,
a note. He opened it.
Dear Harry,
I'm afraid to say that I have your dear Sirius and Remus here with me. I hope that
you don't want to see them again, because I'm afraid that you won't. By the way, TURN
AROUND.
Lord Voldemort.
Harry didn't want to believe the note, but then he felt a weird sensation of cold swelling
him whole. He looked around and saw about 1 000 Dementors coming through the front door.
"AHHH! HELP! AHHH!" but, before he could find his wand, he was falling.... falling into
darkness... falling..... Then there was a strange light. And he swore he could here something.
"Harry? Harry? Wake up, Harry!"
"WHAT?" Harry said, then realising that he was obviously just a dream.
"Are you OK Harry?" Sirius and Remus said, or was it Uncle Vernon there? He couldn't tell.
"Who is it?"
"You don't know who I am?" Sirius asked, sounding shocked.
"Ummm, errrr...." but Harry didn't get to finish his sentence. He was lying on his bed, in
a dead faint, before anyone knew anything.
"I hope he's going to be alright."
"Yea, maybe we should get Madame Pomprey in to take a look at him."
Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was in a different room than where he was,
and that Remus and Sirius were standing around him, both looking very worried about something.
"Wh-wha-what happened?" Harry asked, making them both jump.
"You, you fainted," said Sirius, looking a lot pailer than he normally was. "We, we were going
to get Madame Pomprey to come and take a look at you."
"No. No, I'm fine." Harry quickly said, not wanting to see Madame Pomprey during his
holidays. She would probably comment about how 'dangerous' he was living and insist that
he go back to Hogwarts with her, and get lots of bed rest.
"Are you sure?" Remus asked.
"Yes."
"Ohh, alright. In that case," Sirius said, still looking concerned. But, less than a second
later, his face had a huge smile across it. "Happy Birthday Harry."
Harry gasped and saw that Sirius was holding a large present behind his back. He handed it
to him, and he read the card.
Dear Harry,
Happy 15th birthday!
Love Sirius and Remus.
Harry looked up and saw both Sirius and Remus looking from him to his present, as if telling
him to open it. So, he did, and gasped. He gasped, because it looked as though it was a
muggle jewellery box. Sirius obviously had seen the puzzled look on Harry's face, and he
simply said "Open it." So, Harry opened the jewellery box and saw about 35 necklaces,
20 different rings and a lot of other different jewellery.
"Who's... what's..." Harry chocked out.
"IT was your mother's and father's. Hold on a second.." Sirius said, and he started looking
through the assorted rings and pulled out two of them, one obviously looking as if it were
for a man, the other, a woman. "These are your parents' wedding rings."
Harry took them from him, and looked at them. He joined them together, and they read "James
and Lily, together forever.'
"Thank you." he said, putting the box on the table and giving Sirius and Remus both hugs.
"Has anyone seen Hedwig?" Harry asked.
"Yes, she just got back. I think she's with the other owls." Remus said.
"Where would that be?" Harry asked.
"Ohh, quite right, you wouldn't have see the whole house, would you? OK, this way."
Remus got up and leaded Harry out of the room and down a corridor. They went past about 10
doors, and then they got to a smaller door. They went in and, sure enough, Hedwig was there.
Pig, Ron's owl, was also there too. Harry hurried off and untied the parcels from the owls'
legs. Instead of opening them there, Remus said that they could go back to the other room
if he wanted. He agreed, so they went off.
When Harry was in the other room, he opened his parcels from Ron and Hermione. Ron had
gotten him a set of mini Quidditch, which Harry suspected he could make the real size.
Hermione had gotten him another Broom Servicing kit, but this time it was the latest version
made specifically for Firebolt's. Harry put these down on the table and started to eat his
birthday breakfast.
"So, how am I going to get to Kings Cross station on September 1st?" Harry enquired.
"Umm, well, your not going on the train to get to school this year Harry." Sirius said.
"But then, how will I get to Hogwarts?"
"Well, there are other methods of getting there," Remus said. "The night bus, for instance."
"Ohh, ok. when will I have to board it?"
"You? We're both coming with you." Sirius said.
"Really?" Harry asked, astonished.
"Yes, really. We'll have to leave in a day and a half to be there for September 1st, so how
about we go into Diagon alley today?" Sirius replied.
"Ohh, I don't need to go to Diagon Alley. I've already been." Harry said, as a pang of
pain hit his heart, and all the memories flooded back. Remus obviously had seen this, as he
said "Oh yes, I remember you mentioning that. How about you go and pack, then?"
"Ohh, OK." And with that Harry went to the room where he was staying, and threw his things
into his trunk. After he checked that nothing had been broken, he carefully put his
birthday presents away and went to bed.
"No, don't, please, no!" Harry heard someone saying, nearly begging. "Don't hurt me! NO!"
"Ron?" Harry had just realised who the voice belonged to. "RON?" He repeated. Still, no reply.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Ron asked someone, and as Harry looked around the room
that he was in, he could see Ron pleading with Voldemort. "Don't hurt me!"
"Shut up you bumbling fool!" Voldemort's cruel voice replied. "You have obviously never
experienced a pain as painful as this. Cruico." An ear-splitting boy's scream filled Harry's
brain.
"No. Ron. RON?" Harry tried to move closer, but he couldn't. "NO! STOP!" He yelled at
Voldemort, but he didn't hear him. Harry closed his eyes. He wasn't going to willingly
watch one of his best friends be tortured. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and only
whimpering could be heard.
"You are a useless as your father was. And I though that was useless. Say good bye, Ronald
Weasley."
"No." said Ron hopelessly, as he knew what was about to happen.
"Adava Kederva." And with one final burst of green light, Ronald Weasley closed his eyes
for the last time.
A/N: As much as I despise cliff hangers, this is all I feel I can write! And in any case,
I haven't posted for AGES! And, I have about a 10cm square of missing skin on my knee, so
I'm not at school. I'm doing this instead. Isn't life dull?
I'm not going to threat not to do the next part if I don't get ne reviews, but they would
be good and help me get the next part out faster.
thank you,
Mystical Me