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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 15
Harry took a step backwards but walked into Fred. Ron made a huge sigh.
"Harry, stop trying to run away from us! We know what's been going on.
We know all about it." Harry looked around warily. Everyone still looked
a little grim, but smiles were breaking out all over the place. They knew?
How could they know?
"Um.....all about what?" Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over,
flourishing a piece of parchment.
"Read." She commanded. Harry took it, and with another glance around
the room looked at the parchment. It was written in Hermione's tidy print,
with a few bits he recognised as Ron's.
* Second ever wish was for money. Harry doesn't need money. Look at
first wish. In year 132 AD, Maria Tulback found the Geolite in Spain.
Government agreed that it was hers as she found it. Hid away in locked
room, didn't emerge for hours. Came out looking happier than ever been.*
The next part was underlined.
*She explained she had used her wish to speak to the ghost of her dead
husband, Edward Tulback, but the magic in the Geolite had only lasted an
hour. She had been able to tell him everything she wanted to since he died.
Bingo.*
The last word was obviously Ron's. Harry looked up, more than a little
confused, but the whole room was beaming at him, including Ron. Ron
suddenly clapped his shoulder saying,
"Harry, I would have done the same. After reading that, who could blame
you? I would have been a little gentler maybe..." Laughter from Fred and
George. Harry was still lost. Then Hermione said,
"You have to win. We'll all help. I just wish you'd said something earlier!
This explains everything, I mean, you'd get to talk to your parents for the
first time!" Harry suddenly understood. He looked back down to the
parchment, which had started shaking along with his hand.
"Harry?" Hermione sounded concerned. He couldn't reply. He suddenly
felt as if the world was spinning. His parents? The wish could let him
speak to his parents? And he'd have to give it up for Voldemort? Someone
grabbed him by each arm and led him over to the benches.
"Harry?" It was Ron. Harry's eyes were glued to the parchment.
Ron was afraid. He had expected Harry to laugh, or just stay speechless,
but he had seen the colour literally drain from Harry's face and his eyes
grow very wide. It couldn't be with surprise, because this was the big
secret? Wasn't it? He tried again, giving his friend a little shake.
"Harry?" He finally looked up. He still looked a little dazed. Then he
seemed to come to his senses.
"Oh, um, sorry about that. Not feeling too great." Ron agreed with him.
He still looked really pale, and he noticed there were dark rings under his
eyes. Fred spoke up.
"I'm not surprised! You've been avoiding us so much I haven't seen you
at dinner for days!"
"Why did you avoid us Harry?" Asked Neville. Harry had recovered a
little and after thinking, decided on the truth.
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me. I thought you were really mad
after the duel." Here he looked at Ron. Ron squirmed.
"Well, erm....I was. But not after Hermione read about the first wish. Then
we all got together and found out more about it, but whenever I tried to
talk to you about it I couldn't find you."
"Yeah, we looked everywhere, where were you?" Asked Hermione.
"Oh, all over the place. You're really not mad?"
"No! This is your chance! After everything we've been through, and after
last year, you deserve your chance."
Ron seemed to realise that wasn't a very macho thing to say, so added,
"Right, as we're all up, we'll come watch the practise. No hiding stuff
from us again, ok?" Harry smiled weakly, and said "Ok." Everyone
trooped out, some after giving Harry a few encouraging words, Fred and
Ginny teasing him that they would still fight for the wish. He was left to
change, but didn't trust his legs just yet. He had his friends back, but what
was he going to lose. He couldn't bear to think about it, he could have
spoken to his parents.
"Harry?" Harry jumped, Neville was still in the room.
"Oh, hey Neville."
"I understand now. When you read that in the library, you must have
freaked, I know I would have." Harry heard the tinge of sadness in his
voice, and realised Neville was feeling part of what he was feeling.
Neville could have used the wish for his own parents. Neville seemed to
read his mind.
"Oh, hey, don't worry. I'm happy for you. Ron's right, you do deserve
this. I didn't even think of wishing for....that, when I was entering.
Seemed too impossible. Hermione explained though. Ghost's can be seen,
it just takes really strong magic. The Geolite is strong enough." As Harry
left to sit with the others, Harry applied the same theory. It was possible
that out there was a cure for Neville's parents. If there was, then the
Geolite could have found it. Tears pricked at his eyes, as they had done so
many times the past few days. No, he thought. You are supposed to be
happy. Over the moon in fact. You can't let them suspect anything. Head
held high, he went out to practise.
Harry suspected Hermione had told Hagrid about the first wish, because in
his lesson Hagrid kept beaming at him, and wiping his eyes. Harry
couldn't believe it, he was still too shocked. If Mortority carried on, he
would win, and go into the room with the Geolite. People would expect
him to come out happier than he'd ever been in his life, when he would
have just given his mortal enemy immortality. It was too much for his
brain to take in, and he wished he had his Penseive crystal handy. The
Psygators took allot of looking after, so he switched off and busied
himself looking after them.
He was just as dazed all through Transfiguration. He actually lost 5 points
for Griffindor after being caught for the third time gazing out of the
window by Professor McGonagall. On the way out of the lesson people
gave him encouraging words like, "Never mind you'll win them back in
the Quidditch Match!" Apparently, in the eyes of his fellow Griffindors at
least, he could do no wrong.
The day of the Quidditch Match dawned, and Harry almost forgot the last
few weeks had happened. Almost. He looked at his watch, Sirius's name
hadn't moved. While eating breakfast, Hermione asked,
"Still no word from Snuffles?" Ron looked up, interested.
"No." His depression must have shown on his face, because Hermione
added,
"Well, that's good. He's taking your advice and not owling all the time.
We know he's ok because the Ministry didn't get him. I'm sure you'll hear
from him soon." Harry was too tired to pretend, and wore his sad
expression all the way down to the Quidditch pitch.
The stands were packed, the Slytherin's jeering at the Griffindors. Harry
briefly looked over the new addition to the team, a scared looking third
year, before scanning the crowd for Mortority. He spotted him and he was
staring at something. Harry followed his gaze, all the way to Malfoy, who
seemed oblivious to such close scrutiny. Madam Hooch walked briskly
onto the pitch, and watched Fred shake hands his the Slytherin captain.
They glared at each other eye to eye, until Madam Hooch said,
"Mount your brooms!" Harry heard the whistle and shot into the air with
the others. Lee Jordan was commentating once again.
"And Griffindor has the quaffle, Johson speeding down the pitch. Ooooo,
nice shot by George Weasley, that had to hurt!" Harry watched the bludger
hit the Slytherin keeper in the stomach, letting Angelina through to score
for Griffindor. The stand erupted in cheers and boo's. Harry scanned
around for the snitch, and saw Malfoy nearby doing the same. Something
whooshed past Harry's shoulder and straight at Draco. The bludger hit
him on the leg, and he gave a yelp of surprise. He looked past Harry with
confusion. Harry looked too, but there was no-one there. Someone had hit
that bludger? Harry looked for it, but it was gone. H looked back to the
game as the stands cheered again. Their new keeper had saved. Draco
yelped again, the bludger was back. But wait, Harry had seen two
bludgers down there attacking his team. There were three bludgers? Then
Harry saw a glimmer of gold, and was about to speed away when Draco
cried out. In an instant, Harry saw him trying to turn his broom with an
injured arm. He saw the bludger speeding towards his head. He kicked
forward on his Firebolt, reached out and yanked Draco's broom along
with him. The crowd was shouting, but he couldn't make out the
commentary.
Harry felt his broom shudder, and looked around at Draco. But Draco was
holding on by one hand, swinging beneath him. Screams from the crowd.
Harry tried to reach his hand but Draco couldn't hold on any more. He fell
towards the ground.
Harry let go of the other broom and sped downwards. Screams of fear
now blurred in his head, and time seemed to slow down. The ground
getting closer, Harry racing straight downwards like a bullet, Harry,
stretching out his hand to Draco's. Harry closed his hand around Draco's
wrist, saw the grass hurtling towards them, and pulled up. His back
protesting, and his arm aching, he levelled out and slowly flew to the
floor. Draco wobbled a bit on his feet, but Harry dismounted to support
him. Draco glared at him, but Harry saw his heart wasn't in it. Then Harry
looked around and spotted someone in the crowd looking none too pleased
a this turn of events.
"Mortority." Harry said aloud, and was surprised to hear Draco's voice as
well as his own. Draco looked at him, then smiled, an almost genuine
looking smile.
"Ready to compare notes yet Potter?" Harry felt the old spark of defiance
return, smiled grimly, and nodded.
The other teams arrived on the scene.
"Harry that was excellent! A Perfect Wronsky Feint!" Harry hadn't even
realised. He smiled. The Slytherin captain was busy shouting at Draco.
Then Fred said,
"Pity really. I saw the snitch. I was about to tell you when I saw him fall."
"I saw it too." Harry saw Draco's head turn his way.
"Hmmm, should have gone for that instead of Malfoy." Said George.
Harry gave him a look, and George said,
"Fine fine, only joking." Madam Hooch arrived.
"The match is called off. Somehow, there were three bludgers in the
match. One seems to have disappeared, but it can be seen quite clearly in
the playback. Until we've sorted this out, Quidditch is cancelled. Much
shouting after this was announced, but Harry was relieved. It was one less
thing to worry about.
The celebrations in Griffindor common room were as if they had won.
Fred kept saying that if Draco hadn't fallen they would have won, so it
was Draco's fault. Harry surprised everyone, including himself, by
continually sticking up for him. He didn't think Draco's evening would be
spent as happily as his. People speculated well into the evening about who
had been controlling the bludger, but no-one suggested Mortority. He was
seen by many as one of the best teachers in the school, and hardly anyone
shared Harry's apparent dislike for him. Tired, and happier than he'd been
in a long time, Harry went off to sleep. He put the day's events into the
Pensieve crystal. He had accepted that seeing his parents was still as
impossible as it had been. At least seeing them for real. He gazed at their
photo's for a while, then drifted off, thoughts of Hogsmeade on his mind.
The next day began very well. With friends all around him, Harry spent
the morning in the Three Boomsticks sipping butterbeer listening to Fred
and George's joke shop plans. He chatted with Neville about the match,
and they arranged to practise sometime. Harry was sure he'd like it once
he'd had some practise. As they were planning to leave, Mortority entered.
He spotted Harry, then after exchanging pleasantries with the others asked
to speak to Harry in private. Harry glued on his fake smile and followed
him outside.
"I thought I told you not to interfere with me, Harry. Am I going to have
to convince you anther way?"
"I told you not to hurt anyone."
"You stupid boy. I'll hurt them more of they face you in a duel. Taking
them out now is the best way." Harry glared at him.
"If anyone else gets hurt I'll withdraw."
"Withdraw and Sirius dies." Harry paled. He was stuck, again.
Mortority's old smile returned.
"Just keep in your head who's the teacher around here."
"Oh, Harry's good at that." Harry turned, and his face broke into a grin.
Standing beside him was Remus Lupin.
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Author's notes: Ooooo, nice big twist in the tale for you there. Hope no-
one guessed about the first wish. As asked , Harry has allies again!
*dances around*. Don't expect everything to stay rosy for long though.
Next part tomorrow, I'm off to a concert right now. :) R&R, I live on
them! Oh, yes, and chill everyone! What will you do if I'm ill and can't
post?
Author's notes: see bottom of page.
Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 15
Harry took a step backwards but walked into Fred. Ron made a huge sigh.
"Harry, stop trying to run away from us! We know what's been going on.
We know all about it." Harry looked around warily. Everyone still looked
a little grim, but smiles were breaking out all over the place. They knew?
How could they know?
"Um.....all about what?" Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over,
flourishing a piece of parchment.
"Read." She commanded. Harry took it, and with another glance around
the room looked at the parchment. It was written in Hermione's tidy print,
with a few bits he recognised as Ron's.
* Second ever wish was for money. Harry doesn't need money. Look at
first wish. In year 132 AD, Maria Tulback found the Geolite in Spain.
Government agreed that it was hers as she found it. Hid away in locked
room, didn't emerge for hours. Came out looking happier than ever been.*
The next part was underlined.
*She explained she had used her wish to speak to the ghost of her dead
husband, Edward Tulback, but the magic in the Geolite had only lasted an
hour. She had been able to tell him everything she wanted to since he died.
Bingo.*
The last word was obviously Ron's. Harry looked up, more than a little
confused, but the whole room was beaming at him, including Ron. Ron
suddenly clapped his shoulder saying,
"Harry, I would have done the same. After reading that, who could blame
you? I would have been a little gentler maybe..." Laughter from Fred and
George. Harry was still lost. Then Hermione said,
"You have to win. We'll all help. I just wish you'd said something earlier!
This explains everything, I mean, you'd get to talk to your parents for the
first time!" Harry suddenly understood. He looked back down to the
parchment, which had started shaking along with his hand.
"Harry?" Hermione sounded concerned. He couldn't reply. He suddenly
felt as if the world was spinning. His parents? The wish could let him
speak to his parents? And he'd have to give it up for Voldemort? Someone
grabbed him by each arm and led him over to the benches.
"Harry?" It was Ron. Harry's eyes were glued to the parchment.
Ron was afraid. He had expected Harry to laugh, or just stay speechless,
but he had seen the colour literally drain from Harry's face and his eyes
grow very wide. It couldn't be with surprise, because this was the big
secret? Wasn't it? He tried again, giving his friend a little shake.
"Harry?" He finally looked up. He still looked a little dazed. Then he
seemed to come to his senses.
"Oh, um, sorry about that. Not feeling too great." Ron agreed with him.
He still looked really pale, and he noticed there were dark rings under his
eyes. Fred spoke up.
"I'm not surprised! You've been avoiding us so much I haven't seen you
at dinner for days!"
"Why did you avoid us Harry?" Asked Neville. Harry had recovered a
little and after thinking, decided on the truth.
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me. I thought you were really mad
after the duel." Here he looked at Ron. Ron squirmed.
"Well, erm....I was. But not after Hermione read about the first wish. Then
we all got together and found out more about it, but whenever I tried to
talk to you about it I couldn't find you."
"Yeah, we looked everywhere, where were you?" Asked Hermione.
"Oh, all over the place. You're really not mad?"
"No! This is your chance! After everything we've been through, and after
last year, you deserve your chance."
Ron seemed to realise that wasn't a very macho thing to say, so added,
"Right, as we're all up, we'll come watch the practise. No hiding stuff
from us again, ok?" Harry smiled weakly, and said "Ok." Everyone
trooped out, some after giving Harry a few encouraging words, Fred and
Ginny teasing him that they would still fight for the wish. He was left to
change, but didn't trust his legs just yet. He had his friends back, but what
was he going to lose. He couldn't bear to think about it, he could have
spoken to his parents.
"Harry?" Harry jumped, Neville was still in the room.
"Oh, hey Neville."
"I understand now. When you read that in the library, you must have
freaked, I know I would have." Harry heard the tinge of sadness in his
voice, and realised Neville was feeling part of what he was feeling.
Neville could have used the wish for his own parents. Neville seemed to
read his mind.
"Oh, hey, don't worry. I'm happy for you. Ron's right, you do deserve
this. I didn't even think of wishing for....that, when I was entering.
Seemed too impossible. Hermione explained though. Ghost's can be seen,
it just takes really strong magic. The Geolite is strong enough." As Harry
left to sit with the others, Harry applied the same theory. It was possible
that out there was a cure for Neville's parents. If there was, then the
Geolite could have found it. Tears pricked at his eyes, as they had done so
many times the past few days. No, he thought. You are supposed to be
happy. Over the moon in fact. You can't let them suspect anything. Head
held high, he went out to practise.
Harry suspected Hermione had told Hagrid about the first wish, because in
his lesson Hagrid kept beaming at him, and wiping his eyes. Harry
couldn't believe it, he was still too shocked. If Mortority carried on, he
would win, and go into the room with the Geolite. People would expect
him to come out happier than he'd ever been in his life, when he would
have just given his mortal enemy immortality. It was too much for his
brain to take in, and he wished he had his Penseive crystal handy. The
Psygators took allot of looking after, so he switched off and busied
himself looking after them.
He was just as dazed all through Transfiguration. He actually lost 5 points
for Griffindor after being caught for the third time gazing out of the
window by Professor McGonagall. On the way out of the lesson people
gave him encouraging words like, "Never mind you'll win them back in
the Quidditch Match!" Apparently, in the eyes of his fellow Griffindors at
least, he could do no wrong.
The day of the Quidditch Match dawned, and Harry almost forgot the last
few weeks had happened. Almost. He looked at his watch, Sirius's name
hadn't moved. While eating breakfast, Hermione asked,
"Still no word from Snuffles?" Ron looked up, interested.
"No." His depression must have shown on his face, because Hermione
added,
"Well, that's good. He's taking your advice and not owling all the time.
We know he's ok because the Ministry didn't get him. I'm sure you'll hear
from him soon." Harry was too tired to pretend, and wore his sad
expression all the way down to the Quidditch pitch.
The stands were packed, the Slytherin's jeering at the Griffindors. Harry
briefly looked over the new addition to the team, a scared looking third
year, before scanning the crowd for Mortority. He spotted him and he was
staring at something. Harry followed his gaze, all the way to Malfoy, who
seemed oblivious to such close scrutiny. Madam Hooch walked briskly
onto the pitch, and watched Fred shake hands his the Slytherin captain.
They glared at each other eye to eye, until Madam Hooch said,
"Mount your brooms!" Harry heard the whistle and shot into the air with
the others. Lee Jordan was commentating once again.
"And Griffindor has the quaffle, Johson speeding down the pitch. Ooooo,
nice shot by George Weasley, that had to hurt!" Harry watched the bludger
hit the Slytherin keeper in the stomach, letting Angelina through to score
for Griffindor. The stand erupted in cheers and boo's. Harry scanned
around for the snitch, and saw Malfoy nearby doing the same. Something
whooshed past Harry's shoulder and straight at Draco. The bludger hit
him on the leg, and he gave a yelp of surprise. He looked past Harry with
confusion. Harry looked too, but there was no-one there. Someone had hit
that bludger? Harry looked for it, but it was gone. H looked back to the
game as the stands cheered again. Their new keeper had saved. Draco
yelped again, the bludger was back. But wait, Harry had seen two
bludgers down there attacking his team. There were three bludgers? Then
Harry saw a glimmer of gold, and was about to speed away when Draco
cried out. In an instant, Harry saw him trying to turn his broom with an
injured arm. He saw the bludger speeding towards his head. He kicked
forward on his Firebolt, reached out and yanked Draco's broom along
with him. The crowd was shouting, but he couldn't make out the
commentary.
Harry felt his broom shudder, and looked around at Draco. But Draco was
holding on by one hand, swinging beneath him. Screams from the crowd.
Harry tried to reach his hand but Draco couldn't hold on any more. He fell
towards the ground.
Harry let go of the other broom and sped downwards. Screams of fear
now blurred in his head, and time seemed to slow down. The ground
getting closer, Harry racing straight downwards like a bullet, Harry,
stretching out his hand to Draco's. Harry closed his hand around Draco's
wrist, saw the grass hurtling towards them, and pulled up. His back
protesting, and his arm aching, he levelled out and slowly flew to the
floor. Draco wobbled a bit on his feet, but Harry dismounted to support
him. Draco glared at him, but Harry saw his heart wasn't in it. Then Harry
looked around and spotted someone in the crowd looking none too pleased
a this turn of events.
"Mortority." Harry said aloud, and was surprised to hear Draco's voice as
well as his own. Draco looked at him, then smiled, an almost genuine
looking smile.
"Ready to compare notes yet Potter?" Harry felt the old spark of defiance
return, smiled grimly, and nodded.
The other teams arrived on the scene.
"Harry that was excellent! A Perfect Wronsky Feint!" Harry hadn't even
realised. He smiled. The Slytherin captain was busy shouting at Draco.
Then Fred said,
"Pity really. I saw the snitch. I was about to tell you when I saw him fall."
"I saw it too." Harry saw Draco's head turn his way.
"Hmmm, should have gone for that instead of Malfoy." Said George.
Harry gave him a look, and George said,
"Fine fine, only joking." Madam Hooch arrived.
"The match is called off. Somehow, there were three bludgers in the
match. One seems to have disappeared, but it can be seen quite clearly in
the playback. Until we've sorted this out, Quidditch is cancelled. Much
shouting after this was announced, but Harry was relieved. It was one less
thing to worry about.
The celebrations in Griffindor common room were as if they had won.
Fred kept saying that if Draco hadn't fallen they would have won, so it
was Draco's fault. Harry surprised everyone, including himself, by
continually sticking up for him. He didn't think Draco's evening would be
spent as happily as his. People speculated well into the evening about who
had been controlling the bludger, but no-one suggested Mortority. He was
seen by many as one of the best teachers in the school, and hardly anyone
shared Harry's apparent dislike for him. Tired, and happier than he'd been
in a long time, Harry went off to sleep. He put the day's events into the
Pensieve crystal. He had accepted that seeing his parents was still as
impossible as it had been. At least seeing them for real. He gazed at their
photo's for a while, then drifted off, thoughts of Hogsmeade on his mind.
The next day began very well. With friends all around him, Harry spent
the morning in the Three Boomsticks sipping butterbeer listening to Fred
and George's joke shop plans. He chatted with Neville about the match,
and they arranged to practise sometime. Harry was sure he'd like it once
he'd had some practise. As they were planning to leave, Mortority entered.
He spotted Harry, then after exchanging pleasantries with the others asked
to speak to Harry in private. Harry glued on his fake smile and followed
him outside.
"I thought I told you not to interfere with me, Harry. Am I going to have
to convince you anther way?"
"I told you not to hurt anyone."
"You stupid boy. I'll hurt them more of they face you in a duel. Taking
them out now is the best way." Harry glared at him.
"If anyone else gets hurt I'll withdraw."
"Withdraw and Sirius dies." Harry paled. He was stuck, again.
Mortority's old smile returned.
"Just keep in your head who's the teacher around here."
"Oh, Harry's good at that." Harry turned, and his face broke into a grin.
Standing beside him was Remus Lupin.
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Author's notes: Ooooo, nice big twist in the tale for you there. Hope no-
one guessed about the first wish. As asked , Harry has allies again!
*dances around*. Don't expect everything to stay rosy for long though.
Next part tomorrow, I'm off to a concert right now. :) R&R, I live on
them! Oh, yes, and chill everyone! What will you do if I'm ill and can't
post?