A/N: My history teacher must hate me by now! Instead of doing my major
project I've been writing this accursed story, and I've probably lost lots of
marks…oh well, all you beautiful reviewers have given me justification! Who
needs to know about the Cold War, anyways? Canada wasn't even in the Vietnam
War…stupid curriculum…
Oh yeah. Remember, no matter how tasty
chocolate covered coffee beans are, eating too many can cause severe hyperness
and tummy aches…I don't think coffee beans were meant to be eaten raw…
Disclaimer: You know the drill, everything's JK's.
Chapter Four: Voices
Harry stood in the middle of a dark, damp dungeon-like dormitory,
shivering despite the fact that the weather had never affected him until now;
he was, after all, in a fantasy of sorts. He found himself shivering because of
the dark feeling in the room, the way he felt whenever Voldemort was near.
Acting on his sharp instincts, Harry slowly backed into a corner at the sound
of approaching footsteps, momentarily forgetting that he was invisible. Two
shadows crept into the room, closing the door carefully behind them. One, in a
distinctly male voice, muttered "Lumos", and the room was filled with a
soft light. Harry let out an audible gasp; Draco Malfoy was standing in the middle
of the room, his wand alight, facing Harry's younger self (now looking a little
older). They were whispering hurriedly. Harry stepped closer until he was right
in front of the pair.
"So she didn't tell you anything at all?" Draco was asking with much persistence.
The young Harry shook his head. Draco sighed. "What good is having a bookworm
for a friend if she can't even tell you where the Chamber of Secrets is?
Honestly, I don't see why you waste your time with that filthy
mudblood." Young Harry shrugged. "She's alright, I guess. Been sort of hanging
onto me since I tackled that troll last year…" Draco sniggered. "Yes, the
Famous Harry Potter, friend to the mudbloods." "Shut up, Malfoy." Young Harry
muttered. He sat on the edge of a large black four-poster bed, hung with heavy
emerald green drapes. Draco continued to stand, watching him curiously.
"I don't get you, Potter. Sometimes you don't act like a Slytherin.
You're still so loyal to your friends. Snape doesn't like you. I'm not too fond
of you either, Potter, but still…you've got drive in you. I'll bet you could
give the Dark Lord a run for his money. I wish I knew where the entrance to the
Chamber was. I'll bet we could figure out what this, erm, voice you've been
hearing means. I wish Father would have
told me more than just – " Draco stopped, raising his head. The Harrys leaned
closer. All three heard it: the sound of approaching voices. Draco turned back
and looked at Harry, smirking. "All right, Potter. We'll take that Invisibility
Cloak of yours and see if we can find anything tonight." Young Harry nodded.
Harry took a deep breath, taking in what he had just witnessed. He
didn't like what he was seeing so far. Friends with Draco? Using Hermione to
get information about the Chamber of Secrets? Harry barely had time to think
further; his mind was tugging again. He stood straight and rigid, awaiting the
movement forward in time. It came in a full-on rush, much stronger than the
previous time. The dormitory blurred around him and Harry was hurled forward
once more.
***
Something wasn't right. The shapes and colours had come into focus, but
they still continued to move around Harry, threatening to whisk him away at any
second. Harry could make out the shapes in the Great Hall. He could tell it was
the end of the year feast; Slytherin's banners donned the Hall. But there was a
deadly silence; none of the usual chatter. Not a sound in the whole Hall, save
for Dumbledore's resonating, sombre voice.
"Let us all remember Miss Weasley. Let her death be a reminder to us
all that we are struggling together now, struggling against Voldemort. Let us
raise our glasses to Virginia Weasley, who…" Dumbledore's next words were lost
as Harry shot forward again. Ginny? Dead? But…
Harry's head pounded. Everything whirled and spun around him. He could
barely catch wisps of conversations, broken fragments that barely made any
sense. Ron sobbing. "Ginny, no!" Cackling laughter Harry recognized all
too well sounded in his ear. "Join me, boy…I can make you great. I can give you
powers you cannot imagine…" Dumbledore. "Voldemort took Riddle's diary…" Voices
Harry did not recognize, saying things like "…powers far greater than we
know…", "…using it to regain his powers…" and, "…came for Harry Potter…"
Harry gasped. He clutched his head. All the voices were making it
pound. He couldn't discern where each was coming from. Two phrases kept
spinning over and over in his mind. …he came for Harry Potter…I can give you
powers you cannot imagine…"NO!" Harry screamed. "Stop it! I won't
join Voldemort!" But his cries were lost in the rushing wind, lost in time
itself. Harry's scar began pounding as shrill laughter echoed in his ears,
mocking his desperate cries.
***
Hahahahahaha!! I am so cruel to leave it like that! Well, if that
didn't make any sense, what happened was, Ginny died because Harry wasn't there
to save her from Riddle, and Voldemort stole Riddle's diary & now he's
after Harry…but does he want to kill him? Don't hate me because Ginny
died. I love her, too! But it's just part of the story. Poor Harry gets
tormented a lot in this fic. Mad thank-you's go to Jessica, who helped me get
over my writer's block and finish this story! Just for you Jess, I have a
special fic in the works…can we say Sirius in leather? OK, big hint for all you
guys who wanna see the next chapter soon: REVIEW! And one last thing – I've had
a few complaints that my chapters are short. I know, but I said from the
beginning that this was gonna be a short fic! It's a little odd for me to write
short chapters, 'cause I usually make them 5+ pages each. Oh well, you'll just
have to live with my short, crappy chapters!
Next chapter: Voldemort comes for Harry, another character dies because
Harry wasn't there to stop something from happening, I make fun of Snape (sorry
to all Snape lovers! I like him too, but I couldn't help it) and we see what
happens to poor Sirius when he escapes Azkaban.
