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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 9
Hermione passed him his timetable as Dumbledore got up to speak.
"No doubt many of you have seen the rules of the Geolite competition.
However, I must now explain the rules of entering. An enchanted
parchment will be placed next to the rules on the noticeboard. As any one
can enter, it will have no age barrier, but, it will only accept the name of
the person writing. This means no-one will be able to enter you into the
competition." Ron and Hermione glanced at Harry. "I wish you all good
luck that wish to enter, but you must have written your name on the
parchment by midnight on Friday, in four days time. Thankyou."
Ron turned to Harry, grinning. "See? No-one will interfere! It'll be a
laugh!" He had a pleading look.
"I don't want to Ron. Besides, I'm helping Neville prepare. I'd have an
unfair advantage over him." Ron snorted. Harry personally agreed. Nice as
Neville was people wouldn't need another advantage over him in duelling.
Harry looked over at him. Seamus was chatting to him, but Harry could
tell he wasn't listening. He thought back with a pang of the scene he had
witnessed in the penseive. Parents that didn't know you. Harry resolved to
help Neville as much as possible.
Harry unrolled his timetable. Among other things, he had Care of Magical
Creatures that day, and Ron reminded him about Hagrid's crystal. He
unrolled it a bit more, and saw that he didn't have Defence Against The
Dark Arts until Thursday. Maybe he could think of something by then. He
thought of owling the ministry, but it could be intercepted, and he didn't
much trust Fudge anyway. After breakfast he told Neville they could
practise that night.
"Where though? Everyone will see what I'm practising."
"We'll find an empty classroom."
"And get caught in the corridors?"
"No, I've got a way." Neville looked dubious but said he'd meet him in
the dorm at 7pm.
During lessons Harry was finding it hard paying attention. So much was
happening, and he couldn't tell anyone. He kept thinking about where
Sirius was now, and what Mortority was planning. He was glad when it
got around to Hagrid's class, animals might take his mind off things and
he wouldn't have to sit down hurting the scar on his back.
"All righ' Harry?" said Hagrid as soon as they got to the pens. Sick of
hearing this question from everyone Harry just smiled.
"Ooooo, what are they Hagrid?" asked Hermione. Harry looked into the
pen. Inside were some creatures that looked like crocodiles to Harry, but
they were glittering all over and their scales were silver. One turned it's
head and he saw that they had three eyes instead of two. The rest of the
class were admiring them. This year, the lesson was with the Ravenclaws.
Harry still had potions and Defence Against The Dark arts with the
Slytherin's though.
"These are Psygators. Very strong animals, but that ain't their main talent.
These are real valuable as they can sneak though magical fields. People
used to hunt 'em and use them in robberies, so there's only a few left
now." As the class began sorting out the Psygators' meals, Hagrid walked
over to Harry Ron and Hermione.
"Hows things you three?"
"Good Hagrid thanks. How was your summer?"
"Ah, well, you know." said Hagrid evasively. Changing the subject he
asked, "How'd you like your present Harry?"
"Oh, I meant to ask you, I'm not sure what it is." Hagrid laughed.
"I'd be surprised if you did, Dumbledore helped me make it. It's the only
one." Dumbledore had helped? thought Harry.
"It's a Pensieve crystal! The stuff that's in the pensive, the stuff that
glows? It's made of that." Harry's mouth formed a large "O". Hagrid
laughed again.
"Bet you though it was a paperweight or something jus' as borin'. Na, it
works the same way, 'cept you don't need your wand. Jus' hold it to your
head and think about what you want to, um, put in it, and you'll see it in
the crystal." Harry personally thought he would probably need to empty a
few thoughts this year.
"Wow, thanks Hagrid." Hagrid began to say more, but Lavendar Brown
caused a diversion when a Psygator ripped off the hem of her robes.
That evening after dinner, Harry helped Neville practise. Neville was
deeply impressed with the invisibility cloak, and had laughed when he
could see no reflection in the mirror. Harry suggested he should stick to
charms that disorientate, as he wasn't that good at the disarming charm,
he would need to get the other person's attention away from him. So they
Practised the jelly legs, laughing and itching curses, along with some
others. Harry had to endure quite allot over the hour or so they practised,
but kept assuring Neville he didn't mind. At least laughing non-stop for
ten minutes took his mind off Mortority for a while. When they were
safely back in the common room, Neville said,
"Thanks Harry. I mean it. It's really good of you to help me, I know I can
at least stay upright for five minutes of the first round now at least."
"You'll be up a lot longer than that. We'll practise some more tomorrow,
ok?"
"That'd be great!"
So the next two nights they practised. They worked out a strategy, Neville
would first hit them with a disorientating spell, then try disarming them
while they were confused. If that didn't work, he'd bring out his secret
weapon, Reducto, to send them off their feet. The rules said that the first
one on the ground or disarmed lost the duel. They practised the Reducto
spell for three hours solid on the Wednesday night, until Neville had it
perfect.
"How come you can do it so well?" he asked Harry.
"It took practise. I learnt it for the Triwizard Tournament."
"Oh." There was an awkward pause.
"Um, look," said Harry, "We're both tired, how about we practice again
tomorrow, same time?" Neville agreed. they put the room back in order
then went back to the common room, both exhausted.
Then it was Thursday. Double Potions in the morning and double
DATDA in the afternoon. Harry scowled.
"Oh, it's not so bad." said Ron. "That Mortority seems ok."
"No he isn't." said Harry.
"I don't understand why you don't like him Harry, he's been very nice to
us!" said Hermione.
"Look, just trust me, he isn't a nice guy."
"Why?" asked Ron with a hint of alarm, "He hasn't done anything has
he?"
"No no," said Harry quickly, glancing at the staff table. " He just
seems....too nice." He finished lamely. Hermione laughed.
"Fred is right, you are paranoid!"
Potions as always was ghastly. Malfoy still seemed less cocky than usual,
but it didn't stop him remarking that he'd noticed Harry hadn't signed up
for the Geolite competition.
"Scared you'll get kidnapped again are we Potter? I don't blame you, fear
is nothing to be ashamed of." All this was said in a very patronising tone,
but he was watching Harry closely. Was he trying to tell him something?
Ron said angrily,
"Harry just has nothing to prove, ferret, not like you."
"Weasley! No talking in my classroom! 20 points from Griffindor!!"
Malfoy smirked, but he looked at Harry a moment longer.
By the end of class, Ron had lost another 10 points and got himself a
detention.
"That slimy git! All I did was ask Dean to pass the snake scales and I get a
detention!" Harry expected Hermione to tut, but instead she said
commiseratingly,
"Don't worry Ron, we'll get him back eventually."
"Yeah, a nice prank should do it. Up for it Harry?"
"Er........." Harry trailed off as they approached Mortority's classroom.
It started small. During the lesson they were trying out a new curse on
plants, each person with a plant on their desk. Mortority walked around
the class, pointing out where they were going wrong. When he got to
Hermione's he said,
"Very good Miss Granger. I can se we're going to get along very well." He
looked over her head as he said this to Harry, and put his hand on her
shoulder. Harry looked back at his plant furiously. He did this again and
again, pausing at Harry's good friends, showing how vulnerable they
were. Harry refused to look up after a while. Then he felt pressure on his
shoulder.
"Very good Mr Potter, very good. I can see you know your curses. Many
great wizards got where they are today with a few well chosen hexes."
The class laughed, and Mortority increased the pressure on his shoulder.
"Stay behind after class Potter and we'll discuss some extra things you
should be learning."
"I'm busy after class." said Harry glancing at Neville.
"Oh, I'm sure your friend won't mind practising on his own." Said
Mortority. Harry looked at him. How did he know he'd been helping
Neville? Mortority baited him for the rest of the class, but didn't talk to
him directly again. At the end of the lesson Harry got up to leave with the
rest, but Mortority stopped him. Harry called to Hermione and Ron he'd
see them in a few minutes.
When they were alone, Mortority said,
"I see you haven's signed up for the Geolite competition. You are going
to." Startled, Harry said,
"What? No I'm not." He said this with determination. Mortority smirked.
"What a surprise. Well, it is not I that is asking. The Dark Lord requires
it."
"I won't do it. I won't do anything he says. He can't do anything to me he
hasn't already done."
"Oh? You underestimate him I think. I told you he would find incentive
enough." What did he mean?
"I'm not doing it." Mortority began to reply, then suddenly grabbed his
right arm in pain. Harry hardly noticed however, he was thrown to the
floor by the pain in his back and was clutching his. Breathing heavily,
Mortority drew his wand, and pointing it at Harry said,
"It seems our Lord wishes our company. I think he will convince you. Get
up."
He marched Harry down the corridors. Harry was confused. Voldemort
couldn't be in the castle could he? As Hermione was fond of reminding
him people couldn't apperate into the castle, and he couldn't have just
walked in. Plus, his scar hadn't hurt all day. Mortority had his wand
pressed against Harry's back, and steered him around. To Harry's
surprise, he found himself looking at the door to Moaning Myrtle's
bathroom.
"In." said Mortority shortly. Inside, Harry glanced around for Myrtle, but
she wasn't there. Probably spying on some poor sod in the bathroom,
thought Harry. Mortority pushed him over to the sink that was the
entranceway. "Open it."
"Make me." Mortority's eye twitched, something Harry hadn't seen
before. Maybe if I don't open it he hasn't got any other way in?, he
thought. Then his hopes wee dashed again, as a hissing seemd to come
from within the wall, and the entrance appeared. Mortority didn't ask this
time, he punched Harry in the stomach before throwing him down the
pipe. Harry slithered all the way down, and landed with a thud. He looked
around, wheezing, for a weapon, anything. His wand had been rendered
useless against all Death Eaters. He picked up a withered tree root, and as
Mortority slid from the tunnel he arced it around and hit him solidly in the
stomach. Mortortiy bent double, still clutching his wand. Harry made a
grab for it, but Mortority had duped him and reared up, hitting him
sideways to the wall, putting his hand around Harry's throat. De ja vu,
thought Harry, struggling. A loud noise startled them both, and Harry's
scar ached as the skeletal frame of Voldemort appeared from the shadows.
Mortority let go of him instantly, and went to kiss his masters robes.
"Hello Potter." Harry didn't answer. Mortority disappeared somewhere
into the tunnel. "So, you don't want to enter the competition. Why not, I
wonder? Afraid you won't win?" Harry tried to slow his breathing and
calm down. He looked around him, and realised that what he thought at
first were shadows were men wearing black masks and robes. Death
Eaters, at least four, not including Mortority. Harry, couldn't work it out,
how did they get in? Voldemort spoke again. "You needn't worry. With
my and my servants help, you will certainly win. Then you will make a
wish for me." Harry came back to his senses.
"Wish for you? Never."
"Ah, but it is only a small thing I require. Something you took from me
once before in fact. You will wish for a Philosopher's stone." Harry hear
movement from the direction Mortority went. Voldemort waved his hand,
and two of the Death Eaters stepped forward, holding Harry's arms
behind his back. Voldemort smiled his twisted smile. "And, you will do
this for me...." Mortority emerged with another Death Eater, holding a
beaten but struggling prisoner. Harry's heart jumped to his throat. ".....Or
you will watch this dog die." Harry, fighting desperately to get to him,
looked into the man's eyes. It was Sirius.
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Author's notes: Dun dun DUNNNNN! LOL. Well there you go a nice
long chapter to keep you going. In further chapters we will see more about
the competition, smidge more R/H, and of course what happens to Sirius!
R&R, because this takes ages to type and I need to know people are liking
it! Also, all you eagle eyed readers should be able to tell ME how they got
in.
Author's notes: see bottom of page
Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 9
Hermione passed him his timetable as Dumbledore got up to speak.
"No doubt many of you have seen the rules of the Geolite competition.
However, I must now explain the rules of entering. An enchanted
parchment will be placed next to the rules on the noticeboard. As any one
can enter, it will have no age barrier, but, it will only accept the name of
the person writing. This means no-one will be able to enter you into the
competition." Ron and Hermione glanced at Harry. "I wish you all good
luck that wish to enter, but you must have written your name on the
parchment by midnight on Friday, in four days time. Thankyou."
Ron turned to Harry, grinning. "See? No-one will interfere! It'll be a
laugh!" He had a pleading look.
"I don't want to Ron. Besides, I'm helping Neville prepare. I'd have an
unfair advantage over him." Ron snorted. Harry personally agreed. Nice as
Neville was people wouldn't need another advantage over him in duelling.
Harry looked over at him. Seamus was chatting to him, but Harry could
tell he wasn't listening. He thought back with a pang of the scene he had
witnessed in the penseive. Parents that didn't know you. Harry resolved to
help Neville as much as possible.
Harry unrolled his timetable. Among other things, he had Care of Magical
Creatures that day, and Ron reminded him about Hagrid's crystal. He
unrolled it a bit more, and saw that he didn't have Defence Against The
Dark Arts until Thursday. Maybe he could think of something by then. He
thought of owling the ministry, but it could be intercepted, and he didn't
much trust Fudge anyway. After breakfast he told Neville they could
practise that night.
"Where though? Everyone will see what I'm practising."
"We'll find an empty classroom."
"And get caught in the corridors?"
"No, I've got a way." Neville looked dubious but said he'd meet him in
the dorm at 7pm.
During lessons Harry was finding it hard paying attention. So much was
happening, and he couldn't tell anyone. He kept thinking about where
Sirius was now, and what Mortority was planning. He was glad when it
got around to Hagrid's class, animals might take his mind off things and
he wouldn't have to sit down hurting the scar on his back.
"All righ' Harry?" said Hagrid as soon as they got to the pens. Sick of
hearing this question from everyone Harry just smiled.
"Ooooo, what are they Hagrid?" asked Hermione. Harry looked into the
pen. Inside were some creatures that looked like crocodiles to Harry, but
they were glittering all over and their scales were silver. One turned it's
head and he saw that they had three eyes instead of two. The rest of the
class were admiring them. This year, the lesson was with the Ravenclaws.
Harry still had potions and Defence Against The Dark arts with the
Slytherin's though.
"These are Psygators. Very strong animals, but that ain't their main talent.
These are real valuable as they can sneak though magical fields. People
used to hunt 'em and use them in robberies, so there's only a few left
now." As the class began sorting out the Psygators' meals, Hagrid walked
over to Harry Ron and Hermione.
"Hows things you three?"
"Good Hagrid thanks. How was your summer?"
"Ah, well, you know." said Hagrid evasively. Changing the subject he
asked, "How'd you like your present Harry?"
"Oh, I meant to ask you, I'm not sure what it is." Hagrid laughed.
"I'd be surprised if you did, Dumbledore helped me make it. It's the only
one." Dumbledore had helped? thought Harry.
"It's a Pensieve crystal! The stuff that's in the pensive, the stuff that
glows? It's made of that." Harry's mouth formed a large "O". Hagrid
laughed again.
"Bet you though it was a paperweight or something jus' as borin'. Na, it
works the same way, 'cept you don't need your wand. Jus' hold it to your
head and think about what you want to, um, put in it, and you'll see it in
the crystal." Harry personally thought he would probably need to empty a
few thoughts this year.
"Wow, thanks Hagrid." Hagrid began to say more, but Lavendar Brown
caused a diversion when a Psygator ripped off the hem of her robes.
That evening after dinner, Harry helped Neville practise. Neville was
deeply impressed with the invisibility cloak, and had laughed when he
could see no reflection in the mirror. Harry suggested he should stick to
charms that disorientate, as he wasn't that good at the disarming charm,
he would need to get the other person's attention away from him. So they
Practised the jelly legs, laughing and itching curses, along with some
others. Harry had to endure quite allot over the hour or so they practised,
but kept assuring Neville he didn't mind. At least laughing non-stop for
ten minutes took his mind off Mortority for a while. When they were
safely back in the common room, Neville said,
"Thanks Harry. I mean it. It's really good of you to help me, I know I can
at least stay upright for five minutes of the first round now at least."
"You'll be up a lot longer than that. We'll practise some more tomorrow,
ok?"
"That'd be great!"
So the next two nights they practised. They worked out a strategy, Neville
would first hit them with a disorientating spell, then try disarming them
while they were confused. If that didn't work, he'd bring out his secret
weapon, Reducto, to send them off their feet. The rules said that the first
one on the ground or disarmed lost the duel. They practised the Reducto
spell for three hours solid on the Wednesday night, until Neville had it
perfect.
"How come you can do it so well?" he asked Harry.
"It took practise. I learnt it for the Triwizard Tournament."
"Oh." There was an awkward pause.
"Um, look," said Harry, "We're both tired, how about we practice again
tomorrow, same time?" Neville agreed. they put the room back in order
then went back to the common room, both exhausted.
Then it was Thursday. Double Potions in the morning and double
DATDA in the afternoon. Harry scowled.
"Oh, it's not so bad." said Ron. "That Mortority seems ok."
"No he isn't." said Harry.
"I don't understand why you don't like him Harry, he's been very nice to
us!" said Hermione.
"Look, just trust me, he isn't a nice guy."
"Why?" asked Ron with a hint of alarm, "He hasn't done anything has
he?"
"No no," said Harry quickly, glancing at the staff table. " He just
seems....too nice." He finished lamely. Hermione laughed.
"Fred is right, you are paranoid!"
Potions as always was ghastly. Malfoy still seemed less cocky than usual,
but it didn't stop him remarking that he'd noticed Harry hadn't signed up
for the Geolite competition.
"Scared you'll get kidnapped again are we Potter? I don't blame you, fear
is nothing to be ashamed of." All this was said in a very patronising tone,
but he was watching Harry closely. Was he trying to tell him something?
Ron said angrily,
"Harry just has nothing to prove, ferret, not like you."
"Weasley! No talking in my classroom! 20 points from Griffindor!!"
Malfoy smirked, but he looked at Harry a moment longer.
By the end of class, Ron had lost another 10 points and got himself a
detention.
"That slimy git! All I did was ask Dean to pass the snake scales and I get a
detention!" Harry expected Hermione to tut, but instead she said
commiseratingly,
"Don't worry Ron, we'll get him back eventually."
"Yeah, a nice prank should do it. Up for it Harry?"
"Er........." Harry trailed off as they approached Mortority's classroom.
It started small. During the lesson they were trying out a new curse on
plants, each person with a plant on their desk. Mortority walked around
the class, pointing out where they were going wrong. When he got to
Hermione's he said,
"Very good Miss Granger. I can se we're going to get along very well." He
looked over her head as he said this to Harry, and put his hand on her
shoulder. Harry looked back at his plant furiously. He did this again and
again, pausing at Harry's good friends, showing how vulnerable they
were. Harry refused to look up after a while. Then he felt pressure on his
shoulder.
"Very good Mr Potter, very good. I can see you know your curses. Many
great wizards got where they are today with a few well chosen hexes."
The class laughed, and Mortority increased the pressure on his shoulder.
"Stay behind after class Potter and we'll discuss some extra things you
should be learning."
"I'm busy after class." said Harry glancing at Neville.
"Oh, I'm sure your friend won't mind practising on his own." Said
Mortority. Harry looked at him. How did he know he'd been helping
Neville? Mortority baited him for the rest of the class, but didn't talk to
him directly again. At the end of the lesson Harry got up to leave with the
rest, but Mortority stopped him. Harry called to Hermione and Ron he'd
see them in a few minutes.
When they were alone, Mortority said,
"I see you haven's signed up for the Geolite competition. You are going
to." Startled, Harry said,
"What? No I'm not." He said this with determination. Mortority smirked.
"What a surprise. Well, it is not I that is asking. The Dark Lord requires
it."
"I won't do it. I won't do anything he says. He can't do anything to me he
hasn't already done."
"Oh? You underestimate him I think. I told you he would find incentive
enough." What did he mean?
"I'm not doing it." Mortority began to reply, then suddenly grabbed his
right arm in pain. Harry hardly noticed however, he was thrown to the
floor by the pain in his back and was clutching his. Breathing heavily,
Mortority drew his wand, and pointing it at Harry said,
"It seems our Lord wishes our company. I think he will convince you. Get
up."
He marched Harry down the corridors. Harry was confused. Voldemort
couldn't be in the castle could he? As Hermione was fond of reminding
him people couldn't apperate into the castle, and he couldn't have just
walked in. Plus, his scar hadn't hurt all day. Mortority had his wand
pressed against Harry's back, and steered him around. To Harry's
surprise, he found himself looking at the door to Moaning Myrtle's
bathroom.
"In." said Mortority shortly. Inside, Harry glanced around for Myrtle, but
she wasn't there. Probably spying on some poor sod in the bathroom,
thought Harry. Mortority pushed him over to the sink that was the
entranceway. "Open it."
"Make me." Mortority's eye twitched, something Harry hadn't seen
before. Maybe if I don't open it he hasn't got any other way in?, he
thought. Then his hopes wee dashed again, as a hissing seemd to come
from within the wall, and the entrance appeared. Mortority didn't ask this
time, he punched Harry in the stomach before throwing him down the
pipe. Harry slithered all the way down, and landed with a thud. He looked
around, wheezing, for a weapon, anything. His wand had been rendered
useless against all Death Eaters. He picked up a withered tree root, and as
Mortority slid from the tunnel he arced it around and hit him solidly in the
stomach. Mortortiy bent double, still clutching his wand. Harry made a
grab for it, but Mortority had duped him and reared up, hitting him
sideways to the wall, putting his hand around Harry's throat. De ja vu,
thought Harry, struggling. A loud noise startled them both, and Harry's
scar ached as the skeletal frame of Voldemort appeared from the shadows.
Mortority let go of him instantly, and went to kiss his masters robes.
"Hello Potter." Harry didn't answer. Mortority disappeared somewhere
into the tunnel. "So, you don't want to enter the competition. Why not, I
wonder? Afraid you won't win?" Harry tried to slow his breathing and
calm down. He looked around him, and realised that what he thought at
first were shadows were men wearing black masks and robes. Death
Eaters, at least four, not including Mortority. Harry, couldn't work it out,
how did they get in? Voldemort spoke again. "You needn't worry. With
my and my servants help, you will certainly win. Then you will make a
wish for me." Harry came back to his senses.
"Wish for you? Never."
"Ah, but it is only a small thing I require. Something you took from me
once before in fact. You will wish for a Philosopher's stone." Harry hear
movement from the direction Mortority went. Voldemort waved his hand,
and two of the Death Eaters stepped forward, holding Harry's arms
behind his back. Voldemort smiled his twisted smile. "And, you will do
this for me...." Mortority emerged with another Death Eater, holding a
beaten but struggling prisoner. Harry's heart jumped to his throat. ".....Or
you will watch this dog die." Harry, fighting desperately to get to him,
looked into the man's eyes. It was Sirius.
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Author's notes: Dun dun DUNNNNN! LOL. Well there you go a nice
long chapter to keep you going. In further chapters we will see more about
the competition, smidge more R/H, and of course what happens to Sirius!
R&R, because this takes ages to type and I need to know people are liking
it! Also, all you eagle eyed readers should be able to tell ME how they got
in.