And When The Dawn Begins
How?
Harry sat, swinging his legs on the chair outside what appeared to be a headmasters office, although he was damned if he knew what the master was the head of. He was listening carefully to what seemed to be a discussion about himself, which was currently underway in the room he had just left. He was a bit mystified as to what was going on. The people in the room were obviously from some foreign culture - they had been mortified when he had politely inquired as to their names, and when he repeated the question, one of them had fainted!
Harry shook his head and turned his thoughts back to the office.
**
"There is a simple explanation for all of this, Sirius," Albus Dumbledore said, watching somewhat exasperatedly as Remus Lupin fanned a magazine over the still un-conscious Arabella Figg.
"SIMPLE EXPLANATION! He has no clue as to who he is for God's sake"
"I KNOW EXACTLY WHO I AM THANK YOU VERY MUCH" Harry shouted through the door.
Sirius glanced down at Remus who looked slightly startled at Harry's sudden, abrupt outburst, but was drawn from his thought by the sound of Arabella waking up.
"I had the weirdest dream" she said in a faraway voice, "Harry Potter had completely lost his memory and, and Oh God," Arabella looked around at the sombre faces and sighed. "It wasn't a dream was it?"
"No, unfortunately, like his father," Albus explained "Harry appears to suffer from the Vagus syndrome."
"The what?" Sirius asked with an extremely blank face.
"I always said Magical Ailments should have been part of the required classes." Arabella trailed off.
"Anyway," Dumbledore said, giving her a slightly stern look at the criticism of his school, "The Vagus syndrome is a very rare occurrence in wizards, but unfortunately James had it, and so it was passed to Harry. It is a special gene which means a wizard can never be more than 5 miles away from his wand at any one time."
"Wait 5 miles? Who thinks up these things" Sirius asked.
Remus rolled his eyes, "Honestly Padfoot, only you would question biological science it just works like that! OK?"
"Fine, fine..continue"
"Right, well, according to medical journals, if the subject is removed from his/her wand over a longer distance than stated, then they gradually lose all memory of magic
"But that doesn't explain why he doesn't remember us!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Yes, it does, Sirius," Remus said, the truth dawning on him
(A/n yes I finally have a reason for my title yeeaahh.continuing..)
"If he doesn't remember magic, why would he remember the people who he met because of it?"
"Not strictly true, Remus" Dumbledore said with a slight smile, "It only wipes out magical people, not muggle borns - because of their heritage they can be remembered - otherwise he would have remembered Arabella, whom he knew about before magic.."
**
Harry, still listening at the door, was now extremely confused, and was beginning to firmly believe that the people in that room were not from another culture, but completely insane.
He gave up completely on the conversation, no longer understanding anything in it apart from 'Harry', and stood, starting to slowly wander down the halls, with the somewhat eerie feeling that he was being watched. He turned corner after corner, going through empty hall after empty hall. He passed some very large pictures along the way, and stood to look at a few of them. He was looking at one in particular, when he swore he saw the woman in it blink. He looked again, but then decided that this place was obviously having an effect on him, and he too was going slightly mad.
He turned yet another corner and began walking down it.
"POTTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Harry span around quickly upon hearing his name, and stared at the man stood in front of him, in stunned silence.
"I repeat, Potter, what do you think you are doing at school so early?"
"School?"
Snape glared at Harry.
"Is this some kind of joke, Potter?"
The Professor slowly removed his wand and pointed it at Harry, trying to think about what kind of spell the teaching board would let him get away with. Harry stared, gob-smacked at the piece of wood pointed at him. He slowly started to back away, and then turned and ran before the stranger had a chance to react.
Snape stood dumbfounded for a little bit, having never seen Potter look so terrified in his life - he had always stood up to him in class. He slowly started to follow Harry down the corridor, still shaking his head in bewilderment.
**
Harry ran as fast as he could, and finally hid behind a large suit of armour? He panted, trying desperately to catch his breath before he had to run again. He sank to the floor and put his head in his hands.
"Trouble, young Potter?"
Harry looked at where the voice was coming from, and immediately jumped to his feet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And with that, he sprinted down the corridor as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Now really, what kind of a hello is that?" Nick thought to himself.
**
Harry kept running in terror, his hands out in front of him, his head constantly looking behind for further danger.
"Oof, Potter do watch where you're going!"
Harry didn't even glance up, but screamed "A GHOST !! A GHOST !! RUN - RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" And he did just that.
Minerva McGonagall stood for a moment in shock, and then turned around to check what she had just seen. Seeing a boy with messy hair fleeing down the corridor, she turned back around to find a slightly dis-heartened Nearly-headless-Nick, followed by a seething Snape.
"Where is he Minerva? He ran away when I was talking to him, I wasn't really going to cast a spell on him!"
McGonagall seriously doubted the truth of this statement, but looked at Nick for an explanation, who shrugged his shoulders and put on a slightly innocent look.
"All I did was say hello!"
"I demand you go and report his behaviour to Dumbledore why is he even here?"
**
"So, after searching for half and hour for a cure, we still only have one answer?" Sirius sighed.
"Yup."
"Well, we certainly can't do anything until the term starts, we don't have enough peop.."
"Albus, why is Harry Potter roaming the school building 2 days before term starts?"
Sirius and Remus jumped up.
"WHAT? You mean he's not sat outside?"
"No! I just saw him screaming bloody murder down the halls something about a ghost?"
**
¾ of an hour later and everything had been explained to the two professors. Upon hearing the explanation, the entire group set of on a mission to find the missing boy, some somewhat more willing than others.
"I'm sure he'll find his way back sooner or later why do we need to bother looking now?"
"Severus, Harry is basically a muggle for all intents and purposes at the moment, he is obviously quite terrified," McGonagall snapped, "We CANNOT leave him wandering the halls."
"OVER THERE!!"
The staff all looked in the direction Sirius pointed, and saw Harry crouched in the corner, rocking slightly back and forth, shaking his head, mumbling incoherently about ghosts and moving pictures. Albus Dumbledore walked cautiously over to where the boy was sat, and bent down, bringing his head to a level with Harry's.
"Harry, Harry?" He prompted, "Are you alright?"
Harry looked up, his eyes darting back and forth between the people stood in front of him. He jumped up and stood facing them, his eyes still showing visible traces of the terror his voice trembled with when he spoke.
"You stay away from me all of you!!" he shouted, and then stopped, apparently considering something.
"Especially you," he concluded pointing a shaking finger at Snape.
Remus held a hand in front of his mouth to hide his laughter. Black made no such attempt, snorting into hysterics, lightening the mood slightly.
"Well, it's nice to see that you still hold your principles Harry" Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"WHAT? What are you all talking about?" Harry said slightly hysterically, growing more bewildered by the minute.
The professors slowly walked towards the boy, Sirius holding his arms out in what he believed to be a welcoming gesture.
**
Harry stared at the advancing people in terrified awe. He backed away, shaking his head, wishing he was as far away from these lunatics even back at the orphanage would be better than this. He stumbled over a crack in the floor, and winced as he sprained his ankle. He looked up at his strangely dressed followers, and desperately scrambled up, trying to crawl and stand at the same time. He finally got to his feet and started to run as best he could with a limp, away from the strangers.
**
"HARRY!" Sirius shouted frantically, "COME BACK!" He looked desperately over and Dumbledore, who simply shook his head in sadness, and then lifted his wand, muttering "Petrificus Totalus."
Sirius and Remus looked at the headmaster in disbelief, who simply said "go and fetch him" without so much as lifting his head, before disappearing up to his office slowly.
The two friends rushed off to collect Harry, and carried him up to the infirmary between them, never exchanging so much as a word.
**
Sirius looked down at Harry lying motionless on the bed and knew instantly that he wasn't going to be able to leave Harry in this state. He said softly to Harry, "I'm going to let you move again now, but you have to be quiet and stay in bed OK?"
He was waiting for an answer for a few minutes before he realised that Harry couldn't give an answer, and unlocked his godson's body.
Harry became less tense, but stayed silent, and pushed as far away from Sirius as he could. They sat in silence for a while, unsure of what to say. Finally Harry struck up courage and asked in a very small voice,
"Where am I?"
Sirius looked up, slightly startled at Harry's questioning, but answered in a steady voice,
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
"Oh real wizards? Really?"
"Yep"
"Oh so where am I?"
"What?"
"Don't bother, Sirius"
The aforementioned Black turned round at the sound of another voice.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because no matter what you tell him, if it's about magic, it will go in one ear and straight out the other."
Dumbledore looked down at Harry and said kindly,
"You're in a school Harry, of which I am the headmaster, and this is you minder, Sirius Black."
"Oh well, nice to meet you both."
Harry suddenly looked a lot calmer, and relaxed.
Sirius and Dumbledore continued to fabricate stories to answer all of Harry's questions over the next two days, so that by the time the new term started, he was generally accepting this to be a big school in some strange culture, and had left it at that.
**
As the train pulled out of the station, Hermione realised her worst fear Harry wasn't there. As she explained what had happened to Harry to Ron, (Who hadn't been told by his father,) she barely heard her own voice, putting a glossy cover over the fact that she wasn't sure they'd ever see him again.
"So he's not coming this year?"
Hermione looked up and slowly nodded her head. Ron's voice caught in his throat, and he turned to look out of the window. They sat in silence for a while as the train rumbled on along the tracks, each caught in their own thoughts. They were disturbed from these ponderings as Fred and George burst into their compartment obviously their status as seventh years not affecting their temperament in any way - as they smiled in glee following what seemed to be a joke on a group of unsuspecting Slytherins.
"Hi guys!"
"You just missed the greatest prank!"
"We were just wondering how we could use the frog gums we made at Hogwarts,"
"When we thought, what could be better than not just hopping mad Slytherins,
"but green, croaking hopping mad Slytherins!"
When this failed to get a reaction from either member of their 'audience,' they shrugged and returned to the reason why they had entered.
"Where's Harry gone? We wanted to tell him about our inventions after he funded us last year.."
They both looked up at the twins at this.
"What do you mean?"
Fred looked at his partner,
"Way to go George we weren't supposed to tell!"
"Tell what?" asked Hermione.
The two boys shifted uncomfortably on their feet and looked sheepish.
"Wellllll, you know last year the tournament?"
"Well, Harry didn't want the money said he'd throw it down the sink if we didn't take it,"
"We couldn't say no!"
"Harry gave you all 1000 Galleons?!" Ron asked incredulously,
"YES. Now, where is he so we can tell him how the business is flourishing?"
The sullen looks the two had had on when they had entered returned.
"Not here" Hermione offered.
"Why? You fall out or something?"
"Which way'd he go?"
"No. He's not coming. At all."
Hermione fished around in her bag and drew out a newspaper with shaking hands, passing it to the twins, who looked at it briefly and said,
"So?"
She groaned trust them not to read it properly, and directed them to read it properly.
**
By the time the carriages reached Hogwarts, nearly everyone knew that Harry Potter was stuck in a muggle orphanage, and some of the Slytherins were already celebrating. It therefore came as a bit of a shock when they entered the great hall to find Harry sat at the Gryffindor table.
"HARRY!" Hermione and Ron shouted in delight, grinning as their friend turned around, albeit with a slightly bewildered look on his face. Something seemed to dawn on him and he smiled,
"Herm! It's great to see you again!"
Ron looked slightly peeved (?! ran out of words soz) about being left out, but sat down shrugging. The crowd of people still stood in the doorway looked like they were about to surround Harry with questions, but, looking at the head table, seemed to think better of it, and sat down, only glancing at him as they walked past.
As the sorting began, Ron began to notice how oddly Harry was acting. At the moment he was fiddling with his robes, looking decidedly uncomfortable, muttering something along the lines of 'odd sort of school uniform if you ask me.' He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned to watch the sorting hat sing it's usual song.
(At this point, I would put in a song here but I can't be bothered to be perfectly honest, and they always annoy me in other stories you want one? OK:
Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hugglepuff,
I can't write rhymes, so I've had enough.
Sorry..that was terrible see why I can't be bothered? Anyway, back to the story..)
As he watched the first few kids become new members of the various houses, he turned to look at Harry, who was still fiddling with his Robes, whilst staring at the wall opposite where he was sitting, away from the sorting.
"Why aren't you watching?"
"Watching what?"
"The sorting what else?"
"What sorting?"
Ron recoiled in shock at Harry's answer, but again shrugged away any thoughts and turned to watch Dumbledore give his annual speech.
"And, as always the forbidden forest is, forbidden which is why it is called the forbidden forest. Such a simple concept, and yet so many of you seem unable to grasp it," he said, the twinkle in his giving away the fact he wasn't entirely serious. " Now, there was one more thing, but since it seems to have escaped my memory, get on with the meal."
And with those words, the plates filled with food.
Ron glanced over at his friend again, to see him staring wide eyed at the food, mouthing silently 'wow fast service'.
"Harry, are you sure you're feeling OK?"
"Yes, thank you, I'm perfectly fine."
Ron returned to his food, still keeping an eye on Harry, who was cautiously picking at various things on his plate.
"So, Harry, looking forward to the new season?" Seamus asked across the table.
"Sorry, I don't really follow football."
Seamus laughed, "No, Quidditch you idiot!"
"What? Sorry what was your name?" Asked Harry,
Seamus looked somewhat taken aback, and now most of the table was listening in on this strange conversation. He replied cautiously,
"Seamus you know, you shared a room with me and the others for 4 years?"
Harry chose to ignore that statement.
"Whatever yes, well, Seamus, what the hell is Quidditch?"
Several pieces of cutlery clattered to the table at this, and Ron grabbed Harry by the shoulders, shook him slightly and said,
"Right, now I know something's wrong what has gotten into you?"
"Hey get off I don't even know your name for God's sake!"
There were several gasps from around the table and Ron paled slightly. By now, The entire Quidditch team had made their way around to Harry, and surrounded him, looking like quite a formidable force. (Forgive me, I can't remember which members of the team would have graduated by now so it stands as it was in the fourth book without Oliver Wood.) Alicia grabbed his arm and said pleadingly,
"Come on Harry snap out of it you know seeker? Snitch? Quaffle? Broomstick? " Receiving nothing but blank looks in reply, Ron had a thought, and, pushing Alicia out of the way, stood in front of Harry, and said,
"Hogwarts, Harry?"
"Hog what?"
That was the last straw for the Quidditch team who collapsed into despair, moaning about undefeated seekers, big matches, the rest of the table talking in horrified whispers.
**
Dumbledore looked over towards the Gryffindor table and saw a commotion gathered around Harry Potter oh Harry! Right
"Ahem..students..the Gryffindor table has kindly brought to my attention what I forgot before. Now, I am sure you are all aware of what happened to Mr Potter, and how he ended up in an orphanage."
He looked around the hall at this, and, receiving mostly nods, he continued.
"Now, unfortunately, it was a muggle orphanage, and Harry was unable to take his wand with him, and, carrying the Vagus syndrome, Harry has now had all his memories of magic blocked.."
Albus Dumbledore trailed off as the students in the hall turned to stare at their fellow Hogwartian, who was currently trying to brush off the many people surrounding him already.
"What are you all staring at?" Harry said loudly with a frown.
The rest of the hall took no notice whatsoever, and that may be the reason why Harry decided to stand up and walk out of the hall, heading for God only knows where.
Ron and Hermione looked up at the headmaster, and then, having received a silent nod, rushed out of the hall after their confused friend.
**
They finally returned to the hall after a long, long while, and, with terrified looks said,
"We can't find him!"
Snape banged his head down on the staff table, earning many a strange look from students, moaning,
"Not again"
**
Having been told to leave the staff to the searching, all of the students were sat in their common rooms. However, the Gryffindor room was more active than usual. There was a steady stream of people bringing piles of books in and out of the portrait..
"Anything yet Ron?"
"Not yet"
"Keep looking there has to be a solution to this somewhere.."
Katie Bell stood anxiously peering over the shoulders of those reading books which now amounted to a sum of around 20 people
"Look, Katie either grab a book and start helping, or else stop standing behind me!" Fred finally snapped.
"Well, can't you look any quicker? The Quidditch season starts in 3 weeks! What will we do without him?"
Ron snapped his book shut at this comment.
"Is that it, Katie is that all any of you are worried about Quidditch?"
There was silence from the rest of the room.
"None of you care that Harry has got some kind of amnesia, you just care that without him, you might not win!"
Everybody was again silent, exchanging guilty looks with each other.
"Is not just that though, is it?" Hermione said softly. Everyone looked up slightly confused.
"You don't think there's a reason behind it all? You think this was all some huge coincidence? That the Dursleys being killed by the Avada Kedavra curse was just another muggle murder by a death eater?"
She paused, leaving an angry mist hanging over the room.
"It's not though, is it? You-know-who planned it this way, killing the Dursleys so Harry would be removed from his wand. God only knows how he found out, but now, he can come after Harry, who, with no knowledge of magic is COMPLETELY DEFENCELESS!!!"
With this, she stormed out of the room, followed by a fuming Ron.
Nobody spoke for several minutes.
Katie Bell broke the silence, suddenly letting out a loud sob.
"They're right." She cried, "We're horrible people, we don't even care about anything but bloody Quidditch."
George stood up slowly, and then, in a far more serious tone of voice than anybody had ever heard him use, said,
"Well then, there's only one thing we can do. I, for one, am not going to play in another Quidditch match until we find a solution!"
This was followed by cheers of approval, and the sound of books being opened.
**
2 days later, and, mostly thanks to the harsh words spoken my Hermione and Ron, the Gryffindors ran down the corridor as a mob, towards Hermione, Ron and Harry (who had finally been found wandering down a corridor which was blocked off once you entered it, and had been lost and rescued again twice since then), screaming about finding a solution.
The threesome were immediately forced up to the headmasters office, and shoved inside the door with a rather large book. Hermione glanced down at the book, and reading what it said muttered "They cannot be serious."
"Who can't Miss Granger?"
Hermione looked up, slightly scared into the face of a smiling, obviously highly amused Professor Dumbledore. Used to Harry explaining things, she turned to him and nudged him, but, receiving a stern look, she remembered that they were here to talk about him. Turning back to her professor, she smiled nervously, and then, looking down at the book once more, opened her mouth to speak.
"Am I to assume you've found the Claritasio spell Miss Granger?"
Hermione looked up, astonished, as that had been exactly what she was about to say, she sat, mouth gaping.
"I think it was fairly hard not to hear the cries of that crowd outside," he smiled in answer to her unspoken question. "However, we did find that book already, and were waiting for the students to return, as we need 15 people to perform it, one for each year of Harry's life, but we only have 9 members of staff who could perform the spell."
"You want students to to to do that to Harry?"
"Unfortunately, we have no other options, but, this spell does have it's advantages."
"I struggle to see any." Hermione replied, in a voice more curt than she would normally have dared to use on a teacher.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, having tiered of watching Harry play with a round paperweight that had been on the desk
"The spell, Ron, makes a person live through various scenes that have happened in their life, magic or not, in a series of short blasts."
Ron blanched, "but Harry You-know-who his parents!"
"We are well aware of the situation, Mr Weasley, but unfortunately, there is no alternative."
"And the upside to this would be?"
"We can prove Sirius innocent, and prove Voldemort's return to the ministry."
"How many students do we need then, sir?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer.
"6 all of whom will be 7th years, we can't trust anybody else."
"Where will it be done then?"
"I think, in the great hall - as horrific as Harry's life may have been, the students ought to have the opportunity to watch what happened, as a way of showing the serious nature of what is happening. Yet, I think anyone who does not want to watch, will not have to."
"But, sir that's like an intrusion on Harry's life everybody will know everything about his life!"
"Nearly everybody already does, Hermione everybody already does."
**
Two days later, and every student was packed into the great hall, not one person had decided to skip this opportunity even the Slytherin students were watching perhaps for most it was to gain ammunition, but nevertheless, they were there. Fudge was sat at the high table, a worried look on his face. Harry was held up In the air, invisible bonds holding him in a trance like state a couple of feet off the ground. Surrounding him were 15 serious faced people, each one holding their own sense of foreboding.
The casters of the spell were arranged according to ability. McGonagall had Harry's second year of life, Dumbledore his fourth year as a student, Snape his first at school, Flitwick his second, and so the list went on. The 7th year students were mostly standing in the situations allocated for his years with the Dursleys, where the least things happened. Suddenly, silence fell around the hall, and the students around the hall watched with bated breath as a student raised her wand and chanted a strange spell, holding her wand towards Harry.
As she did so, as strange square appeared above his head, upon which images could be seen. There was a man, and a woman, protectively holding a small child in their arms, sitting on the grass outside a small cottage. The baby was sound asleep, stirring only occasionally in his blankets. The students realised, that for the first time in many years, they were seeing images of the Potters, and of Harry.
These images of the first year passed fairly quickly, and mostly consisted of the same things. It was when McGonagall raised her wand that a fear spread throughout the hall. The image started off cheerfully enough, but then there were cries heard from the screen, screams of terror, high pitched - evil laughter, and then they saw it. Voldemort stood in the doorway of the very same house which moments ago had looked so idyllic, and now looked so frightful. There were sobs around the hall as James stepped in front of Lily and told her to run, shouts of "Go, GO!" from students watching, and then more sobbing as Lily was forced backwards, her husband dead on the floor. The students watched as the scene which had replayed itself so many times in Harry's mind, replayed for them. They gasped as Lily fell to the floor, and then watched as the baby Harry was turned upon, crying in terror even though they knew what the outcome was.
As the house lay in ruins, there was silence, all except for the small baby crying in the smouldering rubble. There was muttering as the students recognised the man who appeared on the scene first Sirius Black. They watched as he found the bodies, and started to cry. They questioned the guilt of this man as they watched him agonise over the death of his friends. Fudge was looking decidedly uncomfortable. It was then that Hagrid appeared in the scene, removing Harry and taking him to number 4 Privet Drive, where the scene with Dumbledore and McGonagall played out. The last scene to be played from that year was of Petunia's screams as she found more than just the milk on the doorstep.
Over the next 3 years, the 7th year students played their parts. The scenes seemed to be nothing but an endless stream of footage of Harry being thrown in a cupboard, sleeping in a cupboard, sitting, staring at the wall of a cupboard. The worst for the students, was when they realised how badly he had been treated as they watched him being kept from food for 2 days, and constantly kept in the cupboard under the stairs. Worse was to come in later years, when they saw how Dudley beat Harry, punching and kicking him, getting him into trouble at school, forcing nobody to like him.
Finally, it came to Harry's 11th year, and slightly happier memories at first, ones where he met Hagrid, was taken to Hogwarts, found friends, played Quidditch. The Gryffindors saw, for the first time, the reason why Harry had lost them all those points in his first year, and immediately felt slightly put-out for being so angry with him. Finally, it came to the trapdoor. The students winced as Ron was knocked out by the giant chess piece, and watched in fascination as Hermione solved the riddle. They gasped in terror as Harry stepped through the fire, and stood facing Quirrel. When the end of this year was reached, everyone glanced at Harry, and noticed for the first time that he was unconscious, passing it off as part of the spell.
The second year of Hogwarts started, and the children hurled abuse at the Dursleys as he was locked away in a room with the windows barred. They then cheered as they saw the Weasley brothers had come to rescue him. (At this point Fred and George stood up and took a bow, trying desperately to lighten the tension.) All was going fine, until the first Quidditch match. As the Harry on the screen broke his arm, they heard a sickening yell from the Harry in the hall, who had apparently woken up, and was clutching at his arm, which was nearly bent in two. Dumbledore frowned in worry as he realised what was happening.
"Ron, RON this isn't supposed to happen his arm look now it doesn't have any bones, just like before!"
The scenes followed on, Snape scowling as he watched Hermione steal stock from his cupboard, whilst Hermione winced and sank into her chair. The Slytherins all glared in fury as they realised that Harry and Ron had both visited their common room. The worst however, yet again came at the end of the year. Nobody had ever know exactly what happened in the Chamber of Secrets that day, but now they found out. They watched as Harry rushed forward to help Ginny, they gasped as they saw Riddle stood over, toying with Harry's wand. They groaned as it took Harry an obscenely long amount of time to figure out what was going on. There was once again a yell from Harry, as the Basilisk fang punctured his arm, the same arm which was currently broken and boneless. (Quite how that would occur I'm not sure how could it be broken if there were no bones to be broken? Hhhhmmmmmm)
Hermione, Ron and many of the other Gryffindors were now beginning to doubt whether this was the best option, looking at Harry's still form in the middle of the room, and the other one on the screen, which was currently falling through the sky, having fallen off it's broomstick.
The school watched as an enraged Harry faced Sirius Black, who went on to tell his story, finally unveiling Peter Pettigrew. There where audible whispers as the traitor was unveiled, and Hermione stood up quickly, before the next spell could be performed, raving,
"THERE FUDGE IS THAT ENOUGH EVIDENCE FOR YOU? PETTIGREW IS ALIVE - BLACK IS INNOCENT!"
Ron hastily grabbed the back of her robes and pulled her into a seat, ignoring the bewildered stares of her fellows, before she was arrested for assaulting the Minister of Magic, or starting a mass riot. The year that had just passed was then started, the spell performed by Albus Dumbledore. Various scenes from the Triwizard Tournament popped up, as well as some of the intertwining scenes that had not been quite so well publicised. Finally came what everyone had been dreading. The maze.
They watched for the first time what was actually going on inside the maze, as, before the ridiculously high hedges had prevented them seeing. They saw the Blast-ended skrewts, they saw Krum attacking Cedric Diggory, and Harry stopping him. They watched in delight as both Harry and Cedric ran for the cup at the same time, and then screamed as the spider attacked Diggory, while Harry put himself in it's path to help Cedric only to have a large gash torn in his leg. They watched as the two students fought over who should take the cup, and then cheered as they agreed to take it together, forgetting what the reality of the situation was. The next few scenes passed in what seemed to be an unending blur, the horror of what happened washing over the hall like the waves lapping over the lake which was visible through the windows.
As the final scenes passed, there was silence in the hall, except for occasional sobs of sorrow. Nobody spoke, all amazed at the horrors which had been the life of one thought to be so lucky. (At this point I could burst into a Britney Spears Song but I will definitely resist the temptation..)
The people surrounding Harry lowered their wands and ended the spell. Harry was lowered back to the floor, and his eyes opened with a snap. The hall waited with bated breath.
Dumbledore stepped up in front of Harry, placing a supporting arm on his shoulder, watching worriedly as he swayed visibly. He asked tentatively,
"Who are you?"
Harry looked slightly shocked at the question,
"WellIt's Harry, sir don't you remember me?"
The hall started to grin, noticing the way Harry seemed to be back to normal.
"Where are you, Harry?"
The aforementioned boy glanced around, and then said "The great Hall why?"
"Are you alright?"
Harry blanched slightly at this statement, looking down at himself.
"I have no bones in one arm, as well as a hole right through it, a great slash running down the other, I have a huge gash on my shin, and the room is spinning around 5 different points, I think I can safely say, I'm not."
And with that, he collapsed in a small heap on the floor.
Disclaimer – I won nothing, JK Rowling owns all..