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Every Time I Close My Eyes – Chapter 10
Sirius' face was bruised and he hung limply from his captors' arms. Harry
struggled desperately against the two men holding him, but they were too
strong.
"Sirius!" He cried out to him. Voldemort was laughing.
"Well, Harry? What is your decision? You either enter the competition and
I'll hold on to the dog for a while, or he dies." Harry felt tears stinging at
his eyes, he glared at the man who was destroying his life. He would not
answer.
"Life is full of tough choices, Harry. So with that in mind, I will give you
as long as the muggle loving fool Dumbledore has done. Enter the
competition by the closing date, and Sirius will live. We will speak again
soon." Sirius had been staring at Harry the whole time, and only now
spoke.
"No, Harry! Don't do anything he asks! You can't live your life in fear!"
One of the men holding Sirius pulled out his wand .
"NO!" Harry screamed, but was too late. Sirius cried out in agony, under
the Cruciatus curse. Harry dropped to his knees as Sirius' captors dragged
him away. Voldemort got something out of his pocket, and put it around
his neck.
"We will speak again soon, my pupil." And then he was gone. The men
holding his arms let go, and he fell forward. He felt drained, he was being
manipulated and controlled and could do nothing to stop it. Mortority
stood infront of him.
"Poor young Harry. So very young, but already so much to lose. You are
in his power now, as you knew would happen, eventually. If it's any
consolation, you lasted longer than most. Harry didn't speak. There was
nothing he could say.
Mortority had cast a spell to get them out of the chamber. Harry stared
straight ahead. He felt numb. Sirius was depending on him. Now all he
could do was obey. Mortority led him back to the classroom.
"When the competition begins, you will win all of your duels. I will see to
it, as I shall see to other things. You will easily win the title for your
house." Harry stared at the floor, in a state of complete unreality.
"The Chamber will be the meeting place whenever you are required.
Perhaps you wish to know how we got in?" Harry didn't care anymore.
All that mattered to him now was getting everyone out of this alive.
"Time, Harry, like trust, is a valuable weapon. So simple. All we needed
to do was go back to a time when Hogwarts was not so heavily protected,
get into the chamber, and return to the present. Of course, we stayed out
of history's way. Not even the Dark Lord would tamper with that ancient
magic." Harry spoke now, quietly.
"What do I have to do?" He felt ill inside, like he needed air. Part of him
told him to run from the room, but he couldn't.
"Ah, just sign your name to the parchment, Harry, and prepare to duel. All
will be taken care of. You have until midnight tomorrow."
Harry walked back to the common room, not seeing where he was going,
hardly caring. How could he face everyone, knowing what he had to do?
Would they understand? What if there was a way out, but he just didn't
know enough to find it? He found himself at the portrait door. He stopped,
he felt like there was cotton wool, in his head. What was the password?
"Harry! Why didn't you come to dinner?" It was Neville. Harry turned to
face him.
"Uh, Harry are you ok? You look as white as Nick!" Harry stared at him.
This was it. Make your choice. He thought of what people would say, how
Harry Potter helped the Dark Lord live forever, of all the pain it would
cause. Then of all the pain in his own life, a life in darkness, alone, friends
but no family. Until all that changed. He looked up at Neville who was
looking slightly alarmed.
"I needed to talk with Mortority. I just feel really tired Neville, do you
mind if we don't practise tonight?"
"Oh, um, sure. You sure you're ok?" Harry took a deep breath and
somehow managed to smile convincingly.
"Definitely. Just need some sleep is all." They climbed through to the
common room. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione with the twins and
Ginny, all chatting by the fire. He sped towards the steps to the dorm, but
Fred spotted him.
"Not going to bed yet are you?" The others turned around.
"Um, actually, I do feel really tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He
quickly turned and almost ran up the stairs. Stupid! he thought to himself.
They were bound to know something was up. How was he going to do
this? He thought desperately. Inside, he knew one thing for certain. He
wouldn't let anything happen to them. Any of them. Sure enough, he
heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Harry?" It was Ron. "Neville said you looked a bit ill, you ok?"
"Yeah, don't feel great actually, I think I'll just go to sleep."
"You want to go to Madam Pomfrey?"
"No. No, I'll be fine." In truth Harry didn't think he could keep up the
facade infront of everyone all night.
"Oh ok. Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Harry turned to his
bed.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow Ron." When he heard Ron leave he flopped
down on his bed. This would be a long year.
Harry awoke with a start the next morning. The nightmare had been
awful, worse than usual, because now it contained Sirius. Harry's scar
burned. He reached for the parchment by his bed, then froze. He couldn't
tell Dumbledore about this dream. If Voldemort found out, he would kill
Sirius. Harry thumped his hand against his pillow. He looked up again,
eyes drawn by the glow of the Penseive Crystal on his bedside table. He
picked it up, and stared at it for a while. Dumbledore said it helped him to
think when he used his penseive.
He checked no-one was awake, and held the crystal to his temple, feeling
a bit silly. He thought back to the nights events, and to the horrible dream
he had just had. The crystal seemed to get very hot next to his head. He
held it infront of him, and Hagrid was right, you could see your thoughts
inside. There he was in the Chamber, then it flashed to Diagon Alley with
Ron and Hermione, then what he was sure was part of his dream. He
could see Sirius chained up in a dark room, with a purple glow coming
from the ceiling. He didn't recognise the place. He put his other hand on
the crystal's facet, wishing he could just reach through and rescue his
Godfather. As soon as he touched it, the image vanished. Harry could hear
the others stirring, so, feeling a little stronger, he hid the crystal in the
bottom of his trunk.
Divination had now moved to third place in Harry's list of most hated
lessons, Mortority's class stealing first. On his way to the tower, he told
Ron he would catch up, and went to the noticeboard. He read the names of
the entrants. From his year, among others, was Neville, Ron, Fred,
Seamus, Malfoy, Goyle, Parvati, Lavendar and Milicent. Harry raised his
quill to the end of the list. No-one was around. He stared at the names
again, thinking how hard Neville had worked, how much the Weasley's
deserved something like this. He gripped his quill. He stood like that for
nearly five minutes. He couldn't do it.
Wheezing from running, Harry arrived late for Divination. He choked out
his apologies and slouched next to Ron.
"Alright?" Ron asked. Harry considered, then replied,
"I am now." The lesson was crystal gazing again. Harry was only to eager
to clear his mind, and spent a happy lesson joking around with Ron. It
almost felt like old times.
After dinner, Harry walked with the others to Transfiguration. Everything
seemed brighter, more alive somehow. With one decision, everything had
changed. He would not be manipulated. Then the image of Sirius in
chains arose in his mind, but he forced the thought away. Hadn't he
always been told that help would come to those who needed it? The bad
side didn't win, the good side did, that was the point. A small voice in the
back of his mind told him he was fooling himself, but it was ignored.
Neville wanted to practise again that night. Harry quickly finished his
potions essay, he was going to meet Neville there. As he sat in the corner
of the common room, he overheard Colin Creevy.
"So I saved up all my money and got it for him. It's all he's been going on
about." He was sat with friends.
"I can't believe it, that's a lot of money."
"I know, but he really wanted that camera. And he's my brother.
"Still......"
"I know, you think I'm crazy, but I don't speak to mum and dad much.
He's my family, and you can't let your family down can you?"
Harry realised he had stopped writing. He looked down blearily to the
parchment and saw with surprise that it was smudged with tears. He knew
what he had to do now. He'd known all along. Forgetting the essay, he
tore from the room, down towards the entrancehall. He skidded to a halt
infront of the noticeboard, quill in hand. Once again he stood there,
frozen, knowing what would happen if he igned, knowing what would
happen if he didn't. As if he was fighting some great force, and with a
deep breath, he signed his name. Harry Potter. The words disappeared for
a moment, causing him slight panic, but then they reappeared in the same
clear print as everyone else's.
Somewhere in time, a skeletal man with red eyes smiled.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Authors's notes: Eeeeeeek! Bit of a will he, won't he thing going on there.
Ucas forms are the root of all evil just thought I'd mention it.Anyway,
what will everyone's reactions be? I promise the R/H is going to be
developed, and we will have different pov's. Now we're into it a bit, I can
tell you the story is basically about Harry seeing how much he can take,
he'll realise just how strong he is, and so will everyone else. Still
interested? Oh, and by the way I did this tonight instead of an english
essay and am probably going to get detention so I don't think a review is
too much to ask, do you?
Author's notes: see bottom of page.
Every Time I Close My Eyes – Chapter 10
Sirius' face was bruised and he hung limply from his captors' arms. Harry
struggled desperately against the two men holding him, but they were too
strong.
"Sirius!" He cried out to him. Voldemort was laughing.
"Well, Harry? What is your decision? You either enter the competition and
I'll hold on to the dog for a while, or he dies." Harry felt tears stinging at
his eyes, he glared at the man who was destroying his life. He would not
answer.
"Life is full of tough choices, Harry. So with that in mind, I will give you
as long as the muggle loving fool Dumbledore has done. Enter the
competition by the closing date, and Sirius will live. We will speak again
soon." Sirius had been staring at Harry the whole time, and only now
spoke.
"No, Harry! Don't do anything he asks! You can't live your life in fear!"
One of the men holding Sirius pulled out his wand .
"NO!" Harry screamed, but was too late. Sirius cried out in agony, under
the Cruciatus curse. Harry dropped to his knees as Sirius' captors dragged
him away. Voldemort got something out of his pocket, and put it around
his neck.
"We will speak again soon, my pupil." And then he was gone. The men
holding his arms let go, and he fell forward. He felt drained, he was being
manipulated and controlled and could do nothing to stop it. Mortority
stood infront of him.
"Poor young Harry. So very young, but already so much to lose. You are
in his power now, as you knew would happen, eventually. If it's any
consolation, you lasted longer than most. Harry didn't speak. There was
nothing he could say.
Mortority had cast a spell to get them out of the chamber. Harry stared
straight ahead. He felt numb. Sirius was depending on him. Now all he
could do was obey. Mortority led him back to the classroom.
"When the competition begins, you will win all of your duels. I will see to
it, as I shall see to other things. You will easily win the title for your
house." Harry stared at the floor, in a state of complete unreality.
"The Chamber will be the meeting place whenever you are required.
Perhaps you wish to know how we got in?" Harry didn't care anymore.
All that mattered to him now was getting everyone out of this alive.
"Time, Harry, like trust, is a valuable weapon. So simple. All we needed
to do was go back to a time when Hogwarts was not so heavily protected,
get into the chamber, and return to the present. Of course, we stayed out
of history's way. Not even the Dark Lord would tamper with that ancient
magic." Harry spoke now, quietly.
"What do I have to do?" He felt ill inside, like he needed air. Part of him
told him to run from the room, but he couldn't.
"Ah, just sign your name to the parchment, Harry, and prepare to duel. All
will be taken care of. You have until midnight tomorrow."
Harry walked back to the common room, not seeing where he was going,
hardly caring. How could he face everyone, knowing what he had to do?
Would they understand? What if there was a way out, but he just didn't
know enough to find it? He found himself at the portrait door. He stopped,
he felt like there was cotton wool, in his head. What was the password?
"Harry! Why didn't you come to dinner?" It was Neville. Harry turned to
face him.
"Uh, Harry are you ok? You look as white as Nick!" Harry stared at him.
This was it. Make your choice. He thought of what people would say, how
Harry Potter helped the Dark Lord live forever, of all the pain it would
cause. Then of all the pain in his own life, a life in darkness, alone, friends
but no family. Until all that changed. He looked up at Neville who was
looking slightly alarmed.
"I needed to talk with Mortority. I just feel really tired Neville, do you
mind if we don't practise tonight?"
"Oh, um, sure. You sure you're ok?" Harry took a deep breath and
somehow managed to smile convincingly.
"Definitely. Just need some sleep is all." They climbed through to the
common room. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione with the twins and
Ginny, all chatting by the fire. He sped towards the steps to the dorm, but
Fred spotted him.
"Not going to bed yet are you?" The others turned around.
"Um, actually, I do feel really tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He
quickly turned and almost ran up the stairs. Stupid! he thought to himself.
They were bound to know something was up. How was he going to do
this? He thought desperately. Inside, he knew one thing for certain. He
wouldn't let anything happen to them. Any of them. Sure enough, he
heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Harry?" It was Ron. "Neville said you looked a bit ill, you ok?"
"Yeah, don't feel great actually, I think I'll just go to sleep."
"You want to go to Madam Pomfrey?"
"No. No, I'll be fine." In truth Harry didn't think he could keep up the
facade infront of everyone all night.
"Oh ok. Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Harry turned to his
bed.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow Ron." When he heard Ron leave he flopped
down on his bed. This would be a long year.
Harry awoke with a start the next morning. The nightmare had been
awful, worse than usual, because now it contained Sirius. Harry's scar
burned. He reached for the parchment by his bed, then froze. He couldn't
tell Dumbledore about this dream. If Voldemort found out, he would kill
Sirius. Harry thumped his hand against his pillow. He looked up again,
eyes drawn by the glow of the Penseive Crystal on his bedside table. He
picked it up, and stared at it for a while. Dumbledore said it helped him to
think when he used his penseive.
He checked no-one was awake, and held the crystal to his temple, feeling
a bit silly. He thought back to the nights events, and to the horrible dream
he had just had. The crystal seemed to get very hot next to his head. He
held it infront of him, and Hagrid was right, you could see your thoughts
inside. There he was in the Chamber, then it flashed to Diagon Alley with
Ron and Hermione, then what he was sure was part of his dream. He
could see Sirius chained up in a dark room, with a purple glow coming
from the ceiling. He didn't recognise the place. He put his other hand on
the crystal's facet, wishing he could just reach through and rescue his
Godfather. As soon as he touched it, the image vanished. Harry could hear
the others stirring, so, feeling a little stronger, he hid the crystal in the
bottom of his trunk.
Divination had now moved to third place in Harry's list of most hated
lessons, Mortority's class stealing first. On his way to the tower, he told
Ron he would catch up, and went to the noticeboard. He read the names of
the entrants. From his year, among others, was Neville, Ron, Fred,
Seamus, Malfoy, Goyle, Parvati, Lavendar and Milicent. Harry raised his
quill to the end of the list. No-one was around. He stared at the names
again, thinking how hard Neville had worked, how much the Weasley's
deserved something like this. He gripped his quill. He stood like that for
nearly five minutes. He couldn't do it.
Wheezing from running, Harry arrived late for Divination. He choked out
his apologies and slouched next to Ron.
"Alright?" Ron asked. Harry considered, then replied,
"I am now." The lesson was crystal gazing again. Harry was only to eager
to clear his mind, and spent a happy lesson joking around with Ron. It
almost felt like old times.
After dinner, Harry walked with the others to Transfiguration. Everything
seemed brighter, more alive somehow. With one decision, everything had
changed. He would not be manipulated. Then the image of Sirius in
chains arose in his mind, but he forced the thought away. Hadn't he
always been told that help would come to those who needed it? The bad
side didn't win, the good side did, that was the point. A small voice in the
back of his mind told him he was fooling himself, but it was ignored.
Neville wanted to practise again that night. Harry quickly finished his
potions essay, he was going to meet Neville there. As he sat in the corner
of the common room, he overheard Colin Creevy.
"So I saved up all my money and got it for him. It's all he's been going on
about." He was sat with friends.
"I can't believe it, that's a lot of money."
"I know, but he really wanted that camera. And he's my brother.
"Still......"
"I know, you think I'm crazy, but I don't speak to mum and dad much.
He's my family, and you can't let your family down can you?"
Harry realised he had stopped writing. He looked down blearily to the
parchment and saw with surprise that it was smudged with tears. He knew
what he had to do now. He'd known all along. Forgetting the essay, he
tore from the room, down towards the entrancehall. He skidded to a halt
infront of the noticeboard, quill in hand. Once again he stood there,
frozen, knowing what would happen if he igned, knowing what would
happen if he didn't. As if he was fighting some great force, and with a
deep breath, he signed his name. Harry Potter. The words disappeared for
a moment, causing him slight panic, but then they reappeared in the same
clear print as everyone else's.
Somewhere in time, a skeletal man with red eyes smiled.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Authors's notes: Eeeeeeek! Bit of a will he, won't he thing going on there.
Ucas forms are the root of all evil just thought I'd mention it.Anyway,
what will everyone's reactions be? I promise the R/H is going to be
developed, and we will have different pov's. Now we're into it a bit, I can
tell you the story is basically about Harry seeing how much he can take,
he'll realise just how strong he is, and so will everyone else. Still
interested? Oh, and by the way I did this tonight instead of an english
essay and am probably going to get detention so I don't think a review is
too much to ask, do you?