A/N:SO sorry it took so long to get this one out. Lotsa
problems, but you don't wanna hear it, so on with the story!!!
Harry Potter and the Mysterious New Magic: Part V
Chapter 21: The Truth
Professor McGonagall appeared to be frightened. More than
Harry had ever seen her look. He thought he saw that face before, but he couldn't
recollect. He then turned and looked at Neville with the same expression upon his face.
That's when something clicked inside his head. Harry realized that McGonagall's
gaze was the same as Neville's when "Professor Moody" had explained to them
about the Cruciatus curse last year. He also remembered Professor Dumbledore telling him
that Neville's parents had been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical
Maladies and Injuries. They had gone insane because of Voldemort.
"EVERYONE PROCEED TOWARD YOUR COMMON ROOMS AND STAY
THERE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!" roared Professor McGonagall.
Everyone quickly rushed toward their common rooms. Harry held
Cho a while longer before giving her a kiss on the forehead and heading toward the
Gryffindor Common Room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What was that?"
"What's it doing here?"
"What's going to happen to us?"
Harry overheard as he entered his common room. He spotted Ron
and Hermione next to the fireplace. Ron was comforting a very pale looking Hermione. Her
eyes were wide and she was visibly shaking.
"Hermione, what's the matter?" Harry asked his
friend.
She didn't answer.
"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry asked Ron,
"Dunno, she's been like this since we saw that big
flash. What was that?" Ron asked quietly, now rocking Hermione back and forth in a
soothing manner.
After a while, Hermione stood up and began to walk toward the
portrait.
"Hermione! Where are you going?" Ron asked.
Hermione slowly turned around and simply muttered, "I
have to see if she's okay."
"To see if who is okay?" Harry asked, but it was
too late, she already went through the portrait hole.
Ron and Harry followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione arrived at the Gargoyle that separated them from
Professor Dumbledore's office. Harry wondered why they would be here, but his
thoughts were interrupted because
Professor Lupin had emerged out of the passage and saw them.
"Good, Hermione, you're here!" He said,
"go on inside, Cho is already in there."
*Now what would Cho be doing here?* Harry thought to himself.
"Harry, Ron, would you please follow me into Professor
Dumbledore's office for a moment?" Professor asked the two remaining.
Ron nodded and Harry followed. Once they were within
Dumbledore's office, Harry noticed the large, black dog in the corner of the room.
After Professor Lupin closed the door, in the corner stood Sirius Black.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" he demanded.
Harry could detect a sense of concern on his face. "We
saw Hermione up here. She was worrying us, so we followed her up here." Harry
explained.
Ron concurred with Harry. Then he said, "What's
happening here? I've never seen Hermione act like that before!" he exclaimed.
Both Sirius and Remus let out an exhausted sigh.
"Alright, if you two will sit down, we would like to
tell you a story about the truth."
"About 8 centuries ago, there was a woman named Meredith
Patrick. She was a special woman who had a special ability. She was a Sealer, in which is
very rare, because only special people have that power. Every 3 female generations after
her tragic death, there was borne a new Sealer. The next one was a Miss Martha
Flamel."
Chapter 22: Prying Eyes
"- - and so that's what's been
happening." Sirius finished.
Harry and Ron just stared. They didn't expect such a
vivid chronicle at all. They both had kept quiet.
"Are you okay?" Remus asked them.
They just nodded automatically. Remus looked at his watch and
exclaimed, "I really must be going, I have to go and finish grading the 3rd
year essays."
He then left the room while Sirius watched Harry and Ron with
a bemused expression.
"Do Cho and Hermione know about this?" Harry asked
him.
"Yes, they've known for quite a while." Sirius
replied.
"But why would they keep this from us?!?" Ron
blurted out.
Sirius stared at him for a moment with a look full of fury.
"How would you like it if Harry or Hermione exposed one of your most darkest
secrets?"
After that, Ron didn't say another word.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
After Ron and Harry left, Professor Dumbledore came into the
room.
"Did you tell them?" He asked.
"Yes, but I don't think that they were very happy
about the news though."
Dumbledore's eyes softened. "Of course.
They've been through so much, and yet they never believed that such trauma would come
some place close to home."
"Yeah." Sirius paused, "I still can't
believe that you're her Great-Great-Grandfather."
"Neither can I."
*~*~*~*~*~*~
In a corner of the room, a fat, pudgy rat was watching
intently, gathering information for his master.
*Seems that Potter has some sort of an infatuation for the
Asian Ravenclaw. Hmm...Master would appreciate that!*
Then, Harry and Ron left, while Professor Dumbledore came in.
"Did you tell them?" He asked.
"Yes, but I don't think that they were very happy
about the news though."
"Of course. They've been through so much, and yet
they never believed that such trauma would come some place close to home."
"Yeah." Sirius paused, "I still can't
believe that you're her Great-Great-Grandfather."
*What?!? What is he talking about? He can't seriously be
a relative of HERS!*
"Neither can I."
Wormtail smiled evilly. Master would very much like to hear
both Dumbledore and Potter had a soft spot. He left the room, away from prying eyes.
Chapter 23: The Rematch
A few days later was the Rematch between Gryffindor and
Slytherin. But Harry and Ron hadn't thought much about it. They hadn't spoken to
Cho nor Hermione since the day before.
As they got on the Quidditch field, Ron saw Hermione in the
corner of his eye, cheering him on. Next to her was Cho, who was doing the same for Harry.
Even though they had decided to keep such a large secret away from them, he believed it
was for the best. After all, he would do the same for Harry.
"Mount your brooms!" Madame Hooch hollered.
They did so, and then 15 brooms shot up in the air to start
the game.
(A/N: Okay, I really suck at commentary and so I'm sorry
if Lee is OOC)
"And the Quaffle is taken by Crabbe, the ugly git,
and..."
"Jordan!"
"Sorry, anyway, Crabbe has the Quaffle, and is suddenly
hit by a Bludger," he chuckled,
"Good aim, Fred! Or is it George?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry looked around for the snitch. All he wanted to do was
hurry up and get the game over with. He had to speak with Cho after the game, as did Ron
with Hermione.
*whoosh*
A bludger passed his nose by nearly a centimeter.
"Hey Harry!"
Harry turned and saw George, as he hit the bludger toward
Millicent.
"Having fun?" Harry asked.
"Of course!" George replied, "Well, gotta go!
I see a bludger near what Crabbe calls a head." And he left.
Then, Harry was alone again. He didn't until now,
noticed that Malfoy wasn't his old sneery self. He looked about and found him on the
other side of the field, looking rather scared.
*Probably still traumatized after that last match* Harry
thought, and left him alone.
After a while, Harry started to get bored. There was no sign
of the snitch and the Slytherins weren't playing as rough as usual. He was just about
to do another loop in the air, when a shiny luster caught his eye. He turned and saw the
snitch, floating. Apparently, Malfoy saw it too, because he started to move toward it.
The snitch went straight up into the air at a rapid speed, as
did Malfoy and Harry. They both were gaining on the snitch. Hand to hand, finger to
finger, as one of their hands reached out and caught the snitch.....
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And the Gryffindors win!!!!!!" Lee shouted
happily.
Chapter 24: Conversation
"Yes, Milord, it's true."
"Are you positive?"
"Indubitably."
"Alright, then, capture them and bring them to me."
"Then, what Milord?"
"Then, we will break their spirits. Starting from the
heart."
Peter transformed into a rat and scurried off toward Hogwarts
to get what his Master ordered.
Even though Peter was probably Voldemort's most faithful
servant, his loyalty will presumably lead him to his own grave.
Voldemort chuckled to himself. *Evil always prevails. Beware
Potter, your time is up.*
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry awoke sweating and hyperventilating. He had the most
peculiar dream. Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew were talking about something. Something
important, but he didn't know what.
He got up to drink a glass of water to cool him down. As he
looked at himself in the mirror, he noticed that his scar had started to bleed.
*Oh no.....*
Chapter 25: Comfort
Harry dropped the glass he was holding. It landed with a
clatter. Then, he felt the pain.
Since he didn't want to wake anyone up and be constantly
questioned if he was alright, he ran out of the Common Room, down the stairs and out of
Hogwarts and toward the
Forbidden Forest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cho was ready to go to bed, when a familiar sight caught her
eye. She looked out the window and saw Harry running toward the Forbidden Forest.
She had wondered what had happened to him over the past few
days. He had ignored her constantly and wouldn't look her in the eye, or even talk to
her. Cho grabbed her cloak and boots and left her Common Room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry heard shuffling from the brush behind him. He turned
around and saw his beloved Cho.
Cho gasped at his scar, "Harry, what's wrong?"
she asked.
She took off her cloak and put it around Harry. Even though
it was small compared to him, he appreciated the offer.
He sighed and began telling her how he knew about Madeline
and about his nightmare.
Cho just sat there listening quietly while Harry poured his
little heart out. After he was done, she just enfolded him. Harry felt tons better and
fell asleep into the comforting embrace.
A/N: Okay, very very very cheesy, I know, but I couldn't
think of anything else to do, unless you guys really like cliffhangers. I hope you guys
liked the fic and please Read and Review!!!!!!!
PS. I am still looking for someone to do the accents for
me!!! PLEASE!!!!! I also wouldn't mind a beta reader......
PSS. Okay, the ball is in the next part. If I don't get
any good names for the ball, I will have to name it after the dance our school gave. (You
really don't want me to use it!)
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin!!!(hmm.....no wonder I'm
failing english!)
