Madam Pomfrey bustled into the headmaster's office.
"Professor, something's happening. I think they're waking up."
He got out of his chair and followed her down the stairs.
They reached the hospital wing. The whole place was glowing. They walked around the curtain and gasped. The trio was floating in mid air, enveloped in light.
"What's happening?" asked Madam Pomfrey fearfully.
"They're raising power" said Dumbledore. "But they're doing it subconsciously. I don't understand how."
Suddenly their eyes snapped open, and they fell, landing painfully on the huge bed.
Harry moaned. "Oow! Get off me."
Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey helped them get into comfortable positions and madam Pomfrey checked them over, giving them painkillers.
"You have twenty minutes, Dumbledore. Then they're sleeping." She snapped, and went back to her office.
"What happened? Last time I checked, we were bleeding to death from dagger wounds."
"You should have died," said Dumbledore. "But you didn't."
Ron stared at him. "I'm still a little dizzy, so explain that so I can understand."
"You three are bound by magic. So one of you was stabbed with a dagger."
Harry interrupted. "Yeah. Voldemort tried to gut me."
"You all felt the affects of the wound, but then you raised power."
Even Hermione was puzzled.
"Three is a magical number. You should know that from your Arithmancy studies, Hermione. Many Gods are worshipped as triads. If you are bound as a triad, like you are, you sometimes are able to raise power, to combine your power. It is very rare to have this ability. But you. You guys are the only ones anyone's heard of that could raise power subconsciously. The power of the triumphant, trivirate. It usually takes a lot of Concentration. For you to do it in the condition you were in, injured that badly-"
"Wait a sec!" said Harry. This isn't the first time. Because were not in that bad condition now, are we?"
Dumbledore smiled. "No. You raised power in the cave, after you blacked out. Voldemort finally met his maker, or should I say makers..."
The trio stared at him for a moment.
"You're kidding right?" asked Ron.
"Not in the least bit, Mr. Weasley. Not in the least bit."
The trio couldn't say anything for a moment, because of the shock.
Harry finally asked, "Why are we in the same bed?"
"The Anam Cara wouldn't let us separate you. You were bound too tightly. It should were off in the course of the next few weeks, but at first you will not be able be far from each other."
"Looks like were stuck with each other." Said Hermione, giggling. "What about the others? Are they okay?"
"All of them have recovered, except Neville. He's in worst condition than you were."
"Oh, no." said Hermione. "Is there nothing we can do?"
"Wait my dear. All we can do is wait."
Harry sighed. "Professor Dumbledore, I had some very strange dreams."
"Harry" said Ron. "You always have strange dreams."
"Yeah, but these were weird. Someone was chasing me and Hermione, and ends up killing us. I only see their eyes. And they're, well, exactly like yours Professor Dumbledore. Blue, twinkling. Kind of freaky."
"Yes" he said. "I don't know. I don't think Voldemort could get into your head, so... I can't really think of what it could mean. I see if I can figure it out. You guys get some rest."
He walked out of the room.
"Hey, do you think we'll get some sort of award? You know, for killing Voldemort, even though we didn't know we did?" asked Ron. Because, you know, it's kind of confusing."
"Ron, we killed him. It doesn't matter if we knew we killed him or not. He gone. Doesn't exist. Poof." Said Hermione.
"But it doesn't bring back all the deaths..." said Harry distantly.
[Here he goes again, Herm] Ron said in her head. [Feeling guilty again]
"Harry, you can't blame yourself. He's gone now. Everyone must face fate. You can't outrun the past and sure as hell can't avoid the future."
"Poetic Hermi" said Ron sarcastically. "Real poetic."
"Maybe be can have normal lives now." said Harry, yawning.
"Us? Normal lives? Dream on Harry." Said Ron, pulling the blankets up over him.
"I think I will..." he said, and the trio fell asleep.
Sirius sat in the back room of Dumbledore's office, looking through the looking glass. He watched the trio sleep on peacefully. He let out a sigh of relief. They were safe. They had nearly died, but were safe. Wasn't that comforting.
Looking at them, he was painfully reminded of his childhood. When none of them were separated. In Harry of course, he saw James, in Ron, he saw himself. Hermione reminded him of Minerva, and Neville, of course of his father. That red Hair of Ginny's, she wore it just like Lily used to wear hers. Lavender, she was just like Arabella. Parvati, just like Alexa. In Dean there was a Remus, yet not such a troubled one. Seamus was just like old Mundungus. Gwen totally reminded hi of Arabella. He didn't even want to think of whom was most like Peter. That would be the ultimate insult.
He watched Harry grow up, and wished more and more that he could grow up again. He wished he could have had more fun, taken some things more seriously and chosen his friends more wisely. One bad judge of character, and his best friend was dead, he was sent to Azkaban, his friend had to cope with being shunned alone, and a young boy had grown up without parents.
"Let me guess" a voice came from behind him. "You're looking at them and wishing you could grow up all over again."
"You know me too well, Bella" he said, smiling.
She draped her arms around his shoulders. "No I don't. Or else I wouldn't have believed that you handed Voldemort Lily and James." She paused. "I'm sorry, Sirius."
"No matter. Now I can roam the streets. I'm free, Arabella. No more hiding anymore. And Harry will have a family. I can't wait to tell him."
"Why don't you tell him now?"
He glanced down into the looking glass. They had woken up, and Madam Pomfrey was making a huge fuss of them.
"I think I'll go save them." He said with a grin.
She nodded. "I hate to say it, but even in old age that woman is insufferable." She giggled.
"Remember that time we got locked out of the castle at night after we came back from the rose garden?"
Arabella giggled once more. "I still haven't forgotten the look on our face when she found us."
Sirius kissed her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Geroff, Madam Pomfrey, we're fine!" said Ron, pushing away her arm away when she tried to take his temperature.
"You are not! You were nearly killed. Now let me examine you!"
"She doesn't look too happy that you've recovered."
Harry, Ron, Hermione and the matron looked towards the door.
"Sirius Black" she said, shaking her head. "I believe these three have bettered you, Remus and James' record of the number of days spent in the hospital wing during their time at Hogwarts."
"Yeah. I think they really got us there. May I have a moment, Madam Pomfrey?"
She sighed. "Fine. I can never win. There's always someone wanting to see them..." she said in an exasperated voice, as she slammed the door to her office.
He walked towards the bed and gave them all a hug.
"You may have beat us in the number of days spent in here, but you're not even close in the jokes department."
"My brothers have got you beat on that." said Ron triumphantly.
You wish." He said. "Anyway, I have some news."
"Does it have anything to do with a woman, because you have lipstick on your face" giggled Hermione.
Sirius blushed. "No it doe-"
"Aren't you going to tell us who gave that nice bit of 'rouge a levres'?" asked Ron. "It's all around your lips."
"No, I am not! List-"
"We'll just have to guess then." Said Hermione. "The only teacher I can think of is McGonagall." Harry made a face. "But she's too serious for Sirius, no pun intended. Who else is there?"
Harry made a list. "Madam Rosmerta, from Hogsmede. Ewwwwww. There is Professor Sinistra, you missed her, Hermione.... It could be-"
"Stop it!" Sirius yelled. "Do you really need to know?"
"Yes" they said in unison, mischievous smiled on their faces.
"Arabella. Now can I tell you my news?"
Hermione giggled. "Arabella? Sirius, how did you ever-"
"Don't even ask, Hermione, don't even ask."
"So said Harry, what's your news. Can we get out of this uncomfortable bed? Are we free to leave the hospital wing?"
"Nope". The trio groaned. "But I was cleared of my charges."
"You were?"
"Yep. So at the end of the school year, you can move in with me-"
"and Arabella." He finished for him.
"You're being awfully presumptuous, Harry Potter." He said.
"Better that than naïve."
Okay. So that was kinda weird. I haven't killed anyone yet, but Neville's still in critical condition. That end part was really fun to write.
I just printed out all of reluctance today. It's about an inch thick. My dad's going to kill me. I must have used half the ink cartridge! I think I'll do about three more parts, and then that's the end. There might be a Sirius/Arabella wedding in there somewhere, I dunno. (hee Hee. Maybe McGonagall will get really jealous and become Voldie's replacement. Yeah!!!!!!!!) Okay, never mind, just take about thirty seconds of your precious time to review. Think of how much time I put in writing this for you!
Plleeeezzzz review, Happy Chinese New Year!
Happy B-day, Claire and Rebecca!
~Danie
"Professor, something's happening. I think they're waking up."
He got out of his chair and followed her down the stairs.
They reached the hospital wing. The whole place was glowing. They walked around the curtain and gasped. The trio was floating in mid air, enveloped in light.
"What's happening?" asked Madam Pomfrey fearfully.
"They're raising power" said Dumbledore. "But they're doing it subconsciously. I don't understand how."
Suddenly their eyes snapped open, and they fell, landing painfully on the huge bed.
Harry moaned. "Oow! Get off me."
Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey helped them get into comfortable positions and madam Pomfrey checked them over, giving them painkillers.
"You have twenty minutes, Dumbledore. Then they're sleeping." She snapped, and went back to her office.
"What happened? Last time I checked, we were bleeding to death from dagger wounds."
"You should have died," said Dumbledore. "But you didn't."
Ron stared at him. "I'm still a little dizzy, so explain that so I can understand."
"You three are bound by magic. So one of you was stabbed with a dagger."
Harry interrupted. "Yeah. Voldemort tried to gut me."
"You all felt the affects of the wound, but then you raised power."
Even Hermione was puzzled.
"Three is a magical number. You should know that from your Arithmancy studies, Hermione. Many Gods are worshipped as triads. If you are bound as a triad, like you are, you sometimes are able to raise power, to combine your power. It is very rare to have this ability. But you. You guys are the only ones anyone's heard of that could raise power subconsciously. The power of the triumphant, trivirate. It usually takes a lot of Concentration. For you to do it in the condition you were in, injured that badly-"
"Wait a sec!" said Harry. This isn't the first time. Because were not in that bad condition now, are we?"
Dumbledore smiled. "No. You raised power in the cave, after you blacked out. Voldemort finally met his maker, or should I say makers..."
The trio stared at him for a moment.
"You're kidding right?" asked Ron.
"Not in the least bit, Mr. Weasley. Not in the least bit."
The trio couldn't say anything for a moment, because of the shock.
Harry finally asked, "Why are we in the same bed?"
"The Anam Cara wouldn't let us separate you. You were bound too tightly. It should were off in the course of the next few weeks, but at first you will not be able be far from each other."
"Looks like were stuck with each other." Said Hermione, giggling. "What about the others? Are they okay?"
"All of them have recovered, except Neville. He's in worst condition than you were."
"Oh, no." said Hermione. "Is there nothing we can do?"
"Wait my dear. All we can do is wait."
Harry sighed. "Professor Dumbledore, I had some very strange dreams."
"Harry" said Ron. "You always have strange dreams."
"Yeah, but these were weird. Someone was chasing me and Hermione, and ends up killing us. I only see their eyes. And they're, well, exactly like yours Professor Dumbledore. Blue, twinkling. Kind of freaky."
"Yes" he said. "I don't know. I don't think Voldemort could get into your head, so... I can't really think of what it could mean. I see if I can figure it out. You guys get some rest."
He walked out of the room.
"Hey, do you think we'll get some sort of award? You know, for killing Voldemort, even though we didn't know we did?" asked Ron. Because, you know, it's kind of confusing."
"Ron, we killed him. It doesn't matter if we knew we killed him or not. He gone. Doesn't exist. Poof." Said Hermione.
"But it doesn't bring back all the deaths..." said Harry distantly.
[Here he goes again, Herm] Ron said in her head. [Feeling guilty again]
"Harry, you can't blame yourself. He's gone now. Everyone must face fate. You can't outrun the past and sure as hell can't avoid the future."
"Poetic Hermi" said Ron sarcastically. "Real poetic."
"Maybe be can have normal lives now." said Harry, yawning.
"Us? Normal lives? Dream on Harry." Said Ron, pulling the blankets up over him.
"I think I will..." he said, and the trio fell asleep.
Sirius sat in the back room of Dumbledore's office, looking through the looking glass. He watched the trio sleep on peacefully. He let out a sigh of relief. They were safe. They had nearly died, but were safe. Wasn't that comforting.
Looking at them, he was painfully reminded of his childhood. When none of them were separated. In Harry of course, he saw James, in Ron, he saw himself. Hermione reminded him of Minerva, and Neville, of course of his father. That red Hair of Ginny's, she wore it just like Lily used to wear hers. Lavender, she was just like Arabella. Parvati, just like Alexa. In Dean there was a Remus, yet not such a troubled one. Seamus was just like old Mundungus. Gwen totally reminded hi of Arabella. He didn't even want to think of whom was most like Peter. That would be the ultimate insult.
He watched Harry grow up, and wished more and more that he could grow up again. He wished he could have had more fun, taken some things more seriously and chosen his friends more wisely. One bad judge of character, and his best friend was dead, he was sent to Azkaban, his friend had to cope with being shunned alone, and a young boy had grown up without parents.
"Let me guess" a voice came from behind him. "You're looking at them and wishing you could grow up all over again."
"You know me too well, Bella" he said, smiling.
She draped her arms around his shoulders. "No I don't. Or else I wouldn't have believed that you handed Voldemort Lily and James." She paused. "I'm sorry, Sirius."
"No matter. Now I can roam the streets. I'm free, Arabella. No more hiding anymore. And Harry will have a family. I can't wait to tell him."
"Why don't you tell him now?"
He glanced down into the looking glass. They had woken up, and Madam Pomfrey was making a huge fuss of them.
"I think I'll go save them." He said with a grin.
She nodded. "I hate to say it, but even in old age that woman is insufferable." She giggled.
"Remember that time we got locked out of the castle at night after we came back from the rose garden?"
Arabella giggled once more. "I still haven't forgotten the look on our face when she found us."
Sirius kissed her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Geroff, Madam Pomfrey, we're fine!" said Ron, pushing away her arm away when she tried to take his temperature.
"You are not! You were nearly killed. Now let me examine you!"
"She doesn't look too happy that you've recovered."
Harry, Ron, Hermione and the matron looked towards the door.
"Sirius Black" she said, shaking her head. "I believe these three have bettered you, Remus and James' record of the number of days spent in the hospital wing during their time at Hogwarts."
"Yeah. I think they really got us there. May I have a moment, Madam Pomfrey?"
She sighed. "Fine. I can never win. There's always someone wanting to see them..." she said in an exasperated voice, as she slammed the door to her office.
He walked towards the bed and gave them all a hug.
"You may have beat us in the number of days spent in here, but you're not even close in the jokes department."
"My brothers have got you beat on that." said Ron triumphantly.
You wish." He said. "Anyway, I have some news."
"Does it have anything to do with a woman, because you have lipstick on your face" giggled Hermione.
Sirius blushed. "No it doe-"
"Aren't you going to tell us who gave that nice bit of 'rouge a levres'?" asked Ron. "It's all around your lips."
"No, I am not! List-"
"We'll just have to guess then." Said Hermione. "The only teacher I can think of is McGonagall." Harry made a face. "But she's too serious for Sirius, no pun intended. Who else is there?"
Harry made a list. "Madam Rosmerta, from Hogsmede. Ewwwwww. There is Professor Sinistra, you missed her, Hermione.... It could be-"
"Stop it!" Sirius yelled. "Do you really need to know?"
"Yes" they said in unison, mischievous smiled on their faces.
"Arabella. Now can I tell you my news?"
Hermione giggled. "Arabella? Sirius, how did you ever-"
"Don't even ask, Hermione, don't even ask."
"So said Harry, what's your news. Can we get out of this uncomfortable bed? Are we free to leave the hospital wing?"
"Nope". The trio groaned. "But I was cleared of my charges."
"You were?"
"Yep. So at the end of the school year, you can move in with me-"
"and Arabella." He finished for him.
"You're being awfully presumptuous, Harry Potter." He said.
"Better that than naïve."
Okay. So that was kinda weird. I haven't killed anyone yet, but Neville's still in critical condition. That end part was really fun to write.
I just printed out all of reluctance today. It's about an inch thick. My dad's going to kill me. I must have used half the ink cartridge! I think I'll do about three more parts, and then that's the end. There might be a Sirius/Arabella wedding in there somewhere, I dunno. (hee Hee. Maybe McGonagall will get really jealous and become Voldie's replacement. Yeah!!!!!!!!) Okay, never mind, just take about thirty seconds of your precious time to review. Think of how much time I put in writing this for you!
Plleeeezzzz review, Happy Chinese New Year!
Happy B-day, Claire and Rebecca!
~Danie