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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 4
Ron brushed past his father, concern all over his face.
"Are you all right? What's going on?"
Harry looked around again at his unconscious uncle, then smiled at his
friend. "Everything's fine." He said.
They travelled back to the burrow, Mr Weasley telling him that his wife
could fix injuries much better than he could. Harry went after Ron. As
soon as he emerged from the sooty fireplace, he was greeted by Mrs
Weasley, Fred and George, who on seeing his bruised face went on to rant
about "those filthy muggles". Mrs Weasley tutted at her son
disapprovingly, but made no move to correct him, as she healed Harry
face with a touch of her wand.
"There. Feel better?" She asked.
"Much, thank you."
"Good. Now, maybe later you can tell me what's been happening at
home?" She smiled at him. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable. The Weasley's
always seemed to be helping him out, or were worried about him.
"Er.....ok." She smiled again, and suddenly Harry felt right at home.
Harry enjoyed the next few days with the Weasley's. Fred and George
tried to tempt him with some sweets, but Harry didn't feel like changing
colour or species, so he declined everything. Harry had told Mrs Weasley
about the Durlsey's arguing, and about his Aunt moving out. He had also
asked to sleep in a separate room, and told her how often he woke up each
night. He didn't want Ron to have to as well. Mrs Weasley hadn't been
very happy about this, but with Harry insisting he was coping fine, and
because she couldn't stop him dreaming, Harry slept in Bill's old room.
On his third morning there, everyone was sat around having breakfast.
When the Daily Prophet arrived, Mr Weasley raised his eyebrows in
surprise, and read out the headline,
"GEOLITE WISH TO BE USED BY STUDENT!" Everyone around the
table except Harry gasped with shock. "By a student?!?" Fred was
exclaiming, while Ron was making grabs for the paper. Harry cleared his
throat.
"Um...what's a Geolite?" Everyone looked at him in surprise. Then Ron
clapped his hand to his head.
"Ack! Sorry Harry! I forgot, you don't even get the Daily Prophet!"
"You mean you haven't heard anything about it?" Asked George
Harry shook his head.
"Well," said Mr Weasley, "Geolite's are stones that were enchanted by
Merlin, or so the legend goes. Each one grants one wish. No-one knows
how many there are in the world, but this is the 7th to be discovered, the
first in our country. One of the old treaties of magic says that the Geolite
belongs to whatever country it was found in."
"Where did they find it?" asked Harry.
"In Whitby Abbey. The place has been a site of magic for thousands of
years. Anyway, everyone assumed that the wish would be used by the
Ministry for something to benefit everyone, so this is, let's just say,
unusual, that they are going to give the wish away." It did sound strange.
Why would the ministry give away something so valuable?
"So this wish, can be for anything?" He asked.
"Oh no," said Mrs Weasley. " It sill uses magic, so it can't do the
impossible, like change the past or create continents. But it can give the
person whatever they want."
"Like piles of cash!" Said Fred. They all laughed.
"Hmmmmm, it doesn't give any details, it just says that the students will
have to compete for the honour, and it's all about diplomatic relation, sort
of showing the other countries how good our young wizards and witches
are." Said Mr Weasley. It still sounded very weird to Harry. The Ministry
could use it to help thousands of people, why give it away?
Hermione arrived the next morning. She appeared in the fireplace, a huge
smile on her face, and gave everyone a hug.
"How was your summer Harry?" she asked him. Glancing at Mrs
Weasley, he told her it was fine. Mrs Weasley had taken him aside earlier
and told him she would do everything she could to make sure he didn't
ever have to go back to Privet Drive. The thought had cheered Harry up
immensely. Hermione had grown a bit over the summer, at least she
wasn't only up to Ron's shoulder now. They got into an animated
conversation about the Geolite, Hermione knowing everything about them
of course.
"Well, the last one was found almost a hundred years ago, and the wish
was used save an endangered species of dragon."
"Dragons?" Ron snorted. Harry could see an argument coming on.
"Why'd they waste it on that? I could of thought of something much more
interesting."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Well, Ron, of course you'd never think of
using it for anyone other than yourself!" Harry thought Ron was going to
shout at her, and for a moment Ron seemed locked in indecision, then,
"Ok, you're right Hermione. It was a good wish." Hermione seemed as
surprised at this answer as Harry was.
"Oh, um, ...thanks." Was it his imagination, or did Hermione actually
blush?
The next morning saw them all up very early to go on their annual visit to
Diagon Alley. Harry got a letter from Sirius, delivered by an usual black
and tan owl. The letter told him that Sirius would do as he asked and not
write so often, but that nothing could stop him worrying about Harry's
safety.
They used floo powder again, and Harry ended up on the floor of the
Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't seem to get the knack for floo powder. Tom
bustled over with a brush to get rid of the soot, then when everyone was
ready they went through the wall to Diagon Alley.
"Ok you kids, we'll see you back here in an hour." Said Mr Weasley. He
gave each of his children some money, then he and his wife set off for a
new shop that he was very interested in, called "Wonders of the Muggle
world". As an after thought, he turned around and told them to be careful.
Harry, thinking Diagon Alley was very safe, went off with Ron and
Hermione, while Fred and George went straight to the joke shop.
The atmosphere in the long winding street was different from how Harry
remembered it. People weren't just standing around, everyone seemed to
be in a hurry to get where they were going. Most people were looking at
the ground too, not at each other.
"What's with everyone?" He finally asked his friends.
"Well, what with all the rumours going around about," here Hermione
lowered her voice, "You-Know-Who, people are just being more cautious.
The Ministry is denying everything, but what with Dumbledore's speech
last year people are just nervous." Ron's attention was caught by a
quidditch window shop, and just as Harry was wondering whether to get a
Chuddley Canon scarf, he remembered he hadn't got out any money.
"I just remembered guys, I have to go to Gringnotts. I'll be back in 15
minutes, ok?"
"Don't you want us to come with you?" Asked Ron.
"No, no point us all going." Harry secretly didn't want Ron to see his
vault overflowing with gold again. Telling them he'd meet them at Florean
Fortesques, he sped off back to the bank. The atmosphere in the alley was
definitely more tense. People stepped out of the way to avoid him, no-one
glancing at his scar even once. It began to unnerve Harry, so much that he
kept his eyes to the ground too. He wanted to get back to his friends as
quickly as possible. Suddenly, Harry was grabbed roughly from behind by
the arms, dragged sideways into the wall, and something was thrown
around his neck. It all happened so fast, he didn't even have time to cry
out as everything around him began to blur. Sill being tightly held, he had
the sensation of flying very very fast, backwards. When everything came
back into focus, the person let go of him and he fell forwards. Quidditch
reflexes coming into play, he turned around into a kneeling position, wand
in hand.
The man who had grabbed him was grinning at him maliciously. He had
thinning black hair, slit like eyes, and wore tiny spectacles on the end of
his nose. Harry could see the chain of a time-turner around his neck.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, bravely as he dared. A voice behind him
answered, a voice he knew too well.
"I wouldn't worry about him just now, Harry. You have much more to
worry about." There was only one person with a voice like that.
"Voldemort." said Harry.
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Author's notes: I know, everyone hates cliffies, but what can I do? Hope
everyone's enjoying the story, and thanks to all the lovely reviewers. The
title is going to be what the last part of the last line of the story is. Feel free
to guess what the context is. This is not or even nearly the end, you guys
are being treated to a whole book. Anyway, enough from me, please
R&R! Oh, and if you want to mail me, use this one.
Adelina.Holmes@theseed.net
Author's notes: see bottom of page.
Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 4
Ron brushed past his father, concern all over his face.
"Are you all right? What's going on?"
Harry looked around again at his unconscious uncle, then smiled at his
friend. "Everything's fine." He said.
They travelled back to the burrow, Mr Weasley telling him that his wife
could fix injuries much better than he could. Harry went after Ron. As
soon as he emerged from the sooty fireplace, he was greeted by Mrs
Weasley, Fred and George, who on seeing his bruised face went on to rant
about "those filthy muggles". Mrs Weasley tutted at her son
disapprovingly, but made no move to correct him, as she healed Harry
face with a touch of her wand.
"There. Feel better?" She asked.
"Much, thank you."
"Good. Now, maybe later you can tell me what's been happening at
home?" She smiled at him. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable. The Weasley's
always seemed to be helping him out, or were worried about him.
"Er.....ok." She smiled again, and suddenly Harry felt right at home.
Harry enjoyed the next few days with the Weasley's. Fred and George
tried to tempt him with some sweets, but Harry didn't feel like changing
colour or species, so he declined everything. Harry had told Mrs Weasley
about the Durlsey's arguing, and about his Aunt moving out. He had also
asked to sleep in a separate room, and told her how often he woke up each
night. He didn't want Ron to have to as well. Mrs Weasley hadn't been
very happy about this, but with Harry insisting he was coping fine, and
because she couldn't stop him dreaming, Harry slept in Bill's old room.
On his third morning there, everyone was sat around having breakfast.
When the Daily Prophet arrived, Mr Weasley raised his eyebrows in
surprise, and read out the headline,
"GEOLITE WISH TO BE USED BY STUDENT!" Everyone around the
table except Harry gasped with shock. "By a student?!?" Fred was
exclaiming, while Ron was making grabs for the paper. Harry cleared his
throat.
"Um...what's a Geolite?" Everyone looked at him in surprise. Then Ron
clapped his hand to his head.
"Ack! Sorry Harry! I forgot, you don't even get the Daily Prophet!"
"You mean you haven't heard anything about it?" Asked George
Harry shook his head.
"Well," said Mr Weasley, "Geolite's are stones that were enchanted by
Merlin, or so the legend goes. Each one grants one wish. No-one knows
how many there are in the world, but this is the 7th to be discovered, the
first in our country. One of the old treaties of magic says that the Geolite
belongs to whatever country it was found in."
"Where did they find it?" asked Harry.
"In Whitby Abbey. The place has been a site of magic for thousands of
years. Anyway, everyone assumed that the wish would be used by the
Ministry for something to benefit everyone, so this is, let's just say,
unusual, that they are going to give the wish away." It did sound strange.
Why would the ministry give away something so valuable?
"So this wish, can be for anything?" He asked.
"Oh no," said Mrs Weasley. " It sill uses magic, so it can't do the
impossible, like change the past or create continents. But it can give the
person whatever they want."
"Like piles of cash!" Said Fred. They all laughed.
"Hmmmmm, it doesn't give any details, it just says that the students will
have to compete for the honour, and it's all about diplomatic relation, sort
of showing the other countries how good our young wizards and witches
are." Said Mr Weasley. It still sounded very weird to Harry. The Ministry
could use it to help thousands of people, why give it away?
Hermione arrived the next morning. She appeared in the fireplace, a huge
smile on her face, and gave everyone a hug.
"How was your summer Harry?" she asked him. Glancing at Mrs
Weasley, he told her it was fine. Mrs Weasley had taken him aside earlier
and told him she would do everything she could to make sure he didn't
ever have to go back to Privet Drive. The thought had cheered Harry up
immensely. Hermione had grown a bit over the summer, at least she
wasn't only up to Ron's shoulder now. They got into an animated
conversation about the Geolite, Hermione knowing everything about them
of course.
"Well, the last one was found almost a hundred years ago, and the wish
was used save an endangered species of dragon."
"Dragons?" Ron snorted. Harry could see an argument coming on.
"Why'd they waste it on that? I could of thought of something much more
interesting."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Well, Ron, of course you'd never think of
using it for anyone other than yourself!" Harry thought Ron was going to
shout at her, and for a moment Ron seemed locked in indecision, then,
"Ok, you're right Hermione. It was a good wish." Hermione seemed as
surprised at this answer as Harry was.
"Oh, um, ...thanks." Was it his imagination, or did Hermione actually
blush?
The next morning saw them all up very early to go on their annual visit to
Diagon Alley. Harry got a letter from Sirius, delivered by an usual black
and tan owl. The letter told him that Sirius would do as he asked and not
write so often, but that nothing could stop him worrying about Harry's
safety.
They used floo powder again, and Harry ended up on the floor of the
Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't seem to get the knack for floo powder. Tom
bustled over with a brush to get rid of the soot, then when everyone was
ready they went through the wall to Diagon Alley.
"Ok you kids, we'll see you back here in an hour." Said Mr Weasley. He
gave each of his children some money, then he and his wife set off for a
new shop that he was very interested in, called "Wonders of the Muggle
world". As an after thought, he turned around and told them to be careful.
Harry, thinking Diagon Alley was very safe, went off with Ron and
Hermione, while Fred and George went straight to the joke shop.
The atmosphere in the long winding street was different from how Harry
remembered it. People weren't just standing around, everyone seemed to
be in a hurry to get where they were going. Most people were looking at
the ground too, not at each other.
"What's with everyone?" He finally asked his friends.
"Well, what with all the rumours going around about," here Hermione
lowered her voice, "You-Know-Who, people are just being more cautious.
The Ministry is denying everything, but what with Dumbledore's speech
last year people are just nervous." Ron's attention was caught by a
quidditch window shop, and just as Harry was wondering whether to get a
Chuddley Canon scarf, he remembered he hadn't got out any money.
"I just remembered guys, I have to go to Gringnotts. I'll be back in 15
minutes, ok?"
"Don't you want us to come with you?" Asked Ron.
"No, no point us all going." Harry secretly didn't want Ron to see his
vault overflowing with gold again. Telling them he'd meet them at Florean
Fortesques, he sped off back to the bank. The atmosphere in the alley was
definitely more tense. People stepped out of the way to avoid him, no-one
glancing at his scar even once. It began to unnerve Harry, so much that he
kept his eyes to the ground too. He wanted to get back to his friends as
quickly as possible. Suddenly, Harry was grabbed roughly from behind by
the arms, dragged sideways into the wall, and something was thrown
around his neck. It all happened so fast, he didn't even have time to cry
out as everything around him began to blur. Sill being tightly held, he had
the sensation of flying very very fast, backwards. When everything came
back into focus, the person let go of him and he fell forwards. Quidditch
reflexes coming into play, he turned around into a kneeling position, wand
in hand.
The man who had grabbed him was grinning at him maliciously. He had
thinning black hair, slit like eyes, and wore tiny spectacles on the end of
his nose. Harry could see the chain of a time-turner around his neck.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, bravely as he dared. A voice behind him
answered, a voice he knew too well.
"I wouldn't worry about him just now, Harry. You have much more to
worry about." There was only one person with a voice like that.
"Voldemort." said Harry.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Author's notes: I know, everyone hates cliffies, but what can I do? Hope
everyone's enjoying the story, and thanks to all the lovely reviewers. The
title is going to be what the last part of the last line of the story is. Feel free
to guess what the context is. This is not or even nearly the end, you guys
are being treated to a whole book. Anyway, enough from me, please
R&R! Oh, and if you want to mail me, use this one.
Adelina.Holmes@theseed.net