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A/N: I am so, so sorry that this chapter (well,
it's not exactly a chapter, but I'll get to that later) took so long to come
out. I have a huge case of writer's
block, so instead of writing one whole, very bad chapter, I'm splitting it up
into two short parts so I can take my time writing but you can still have
something of mine to read. Anyway,
here's Chapter 5, Part One.
Harry Potter
and the Prism of Light
Chapter Five, Part One
Hermione
gasped. "What?"
"I
suppose I am correct in saying that you know what the Prism of Light is, Miss
Granger?" Dumbledore asked.
Hermione
nodded, wide-eyed, and said shakily, "I don't believe it."
Professor
Figg beamed. "Well, believe
it. We've got much explaining to do, so
listen closely."
Dumbledore
cleared his throat. "I will begin
by telling you exactly what I know about the Prism of Light. The Prism of Light comes from a legend long
ago. A great Seer predicted that the
most evil wizard of all time would begin to take over the world. No one would be able to stop him. After a period of time filled with death, a group
of witches and wizards designated by fate would come together and try to defeat
this wizard. This will be the Prism of
Light. This has not happened yet; we
know this for sure because, when these witches and wizards first come together,
a mark of a prism will be etched on their arm, like a scar. So far no one with this mark has been
found."
Ron
interrupted Dumbledore. "Wait a
minute," he said. He slowly lifted
up the right sleeve of his robe. In a
thin line on the skin just below his shoulder was a triangle shape - a
prism. The other five checked their
arms and found the same mark. It was
true; they were the members of the Prism of Light.
Dumbledore
half-smiled. "The legend has been
fulfilled. You are the members of the
Prism. Each of you has a facet of the
Prism, a special attribute that fits in with the other facets to form a perfect
Prism."
McGonagall
spoke. "You need to give them the
necklaces."
"Yes,
yes, they're here somewhere," Dumbledore said. He looked over at one wall of the room. It was like one huge chest of drawers; there must have been at
least two hundred. Each drawer was
brown wood, with a word engraved on it describing what was in the drawer. One said "Past Headmasters". Another stated "School
Menus". The one Dumbledore opened
said "Prism of Light".
Dumbledore
removed a small, dark brown, dusty, wooden box. He carefully opened it and removed six necklaces. Each beautiful necklace had a real prism on
a gold unicorn hair.
"These are not just any necklaces. They are special. The unicorn hair is that of a baby - the purest type of the purest
creature in the world. When you put on
these necklaces, you will never be able to take them off. They will only come off if the Prism is
broken by one of its members."
"By death?" Aurora asked.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Death will not break the Prism. The only thing that can break it is betrayal."
Dumbledore separated the first necklace from the
rest. "Ron Weasley," he said. "Your facet of the Prism is loyalty. Whatever you are threatened with, you will
never betray a friend. You are the most
truthful of the Prism."
Ron took the necklace and put it around his neck. "Thank you," he said quietly.
"Ginny Weasley. Your facet is peace. You are
never one to fight, argue, or hold grudges. You solve problems and minor squabbles. You can find a good quality in everyone."
Ginny silently took the necklace and stared at it. She then placed it delicately around her
neck.
"Draco Malfoy. Perhaps the most volatile of the Prism, you are always changing. You transformed from a young Dark wizard to
a Light wizard. Your facet is your
perseverance and passion. You are very
perseverant and don't give up until you get what you set out for. That is good, though it gets you into
trouble sometimes. You are also
passionate; you put your all into everything you do, whether it be Quidditch,
schoolwork, or even… disliking Harry."
Draco glanced at Harry, clutching his necklace in his
fist, finally putting it on.
"Aurora Malfoy. Your facet is your judgment. Though you try to isolate yourself from the people around you, it is
only to protect yourself. You are the
first Malfoy in Gryffindor. Ever. You were the first Light witch in your
family, and you suffered for it. Your
family shunned you, but you didn't become a Dark witch. It would've been the easy way out, but your
good judgment would not let you give in."
Aurora quickly put the necklace around her neck, holding
the prism tightly.
"Hermione Granger. Many would expect your facet to be your intelligence, but, though you
are quite smart, that is not your most important characteristic. Your facet is your heart. You are truthful. You are kind. You always
want to make the right decisions. And, most
of all, you truly care about the people around you."
Hermione beamed. Harry knew that being known as "The Brain" of Hogwarts annoyed her,
though she tried not to show it. He
knew she didn't just want to be known for being a genius; she wanted people to
know about and like her for her personality.
"And finally, Harry Potter. Your facet is for your courage. You will stand up to danger. You
risk your life for the good of others. You know there are some things you just have to do, and you do them."
Harry accepted the necklace from Dumbledore. Dumbledore surveyed the Prism one more
time. "Loyal. Peacekeeping. Perseverant. Passionate. Good judgment of right and wrong. Pure of heart. Courageous. That is the
Prism. Together, you have the most
powerful, special wizarding bond of all time."
They were quiet for a moment as they mulled things
over. Then Harry spoke. "Why are we
special? Can we do anything other witches
and wizards can't?"
"Yes. No normal
teenage wizards and witches would be able to Stun Voldemort."
"What's happening to You-Know-Who right now, anyway? Did you just leave him in your bedroom?" Ron
asked.
McGonagall spoke. "Madam Pomfrey has him in her care until the Minister of Magic arrives."
"There are more special things that you can do,"
Dumbledore said. "But you can only do
these things when united in cause, purpose, and goal."
Harry had no idea what Dumbledore meant by "cause, purpose,
and goal".
"You can withstand many curses. Glacialis Mundus is one of them. That is why the spell didn't affect you," Dumbledore said. "The effect of the spells you perform is
also greatly magnified when you work together."
"So basically," Draco said. "You're telling us that we're armed with these special powers,
and we're supposed to save the world?"
"Yes, I suppose you could put it that way," Dumbledore
said.
"How, exactly, do we do this?"
"We will explain it to you at your first lesson,"
Professor Figg said.
"Lesson?" Hermione asked.
"You will be taught how to defeat Voldemort, since you
are very young and not too experienced with real life dueling and
battling. Your first lesson will be
tomorrow at six," McGonagall said sternly.
"Six o'clock at night?" Ron asked.
"No. In the
morning."
All six teenagers groaned.
"You should take a nap. I expect that Madam Pomfrey will want you to spend the night in the
hospital wing. You should go there
now," McGonagall said.
"Isn't You-Know-Who there?" Ginny asked. She looked terrified at the idea of spending
the night in the same room as Voldemort.
"No, we have him in another room that he cannot possibly
find a way out of should he wake up," McGonagall said. "Now, go to the hospital wing."
The six weary teenagers started out of the room. "Oh, Harry, stay behind, please," Dumbledore
said. "Professor Figg and I have
something to tell you."
Harry sat down in a chair.
"Harry, you think you only met me this year. But I have known you for your entire
life. Think… who else do you know with
the last name of 'Figg'?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Er… the only person I can think of his my Muggle neighbor, Mrs.
Figg."
"Not Muggle," Professor Figg corrected. "Mrs. Figg is… well… me."
"What?"
"Here," she said, and muttered a spell under her
breath. Suddenly, in a puff of smoke,
which smelled strangely of cats, Mrs. Figg, his Muggle neighbor, appeared where
Professor Figg had been. A few seconds
later, Professor Figg turned back into herself.
"I was sent to protect you, just in case someone, like a
Death Eater, found out where you were living and wanted to come find you," she
explained.
"Oh," Harry said. "So-,"
Hermione, who had just burst into the room, out of
breath, cut him off. "Headmaster… Headmaster…"
"Yes, Hermione?"
"The professors sent me… they found Madam Pomfrey
unconscious in the room Voldemort was in," Hermione said.
"Was?" McGonagall asked, her eyes widening.
Hermione nodded. "He escaped."