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Harry looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he had just said.
"A part of....Voldemort...in me?" Harry asked, very scared.
"Well, remember when I told you that you got your Parselmouth ability from Voldemort? Well, this is very similar. Voldemort, well, he hated you and your family. He also hated things about himself. When he tried to destroy you, the part of him that he hated, well, he transferred that to you. But, you didn't die. It was as if killing you would destroy his hated memories."
Harry didn't smile. He didn't nod. He just sat there. Was this really true? Was this the reason?
"So that means what Voldemort was thinking...I could somehow feel it too?" Dumbledore nodded. Now he knew what it really meant. He had evil inside of him. Not much, but some. It was enough to make him a Parselmouth, and to almost be in Slytherin. But Harry didn't want to be in Slytherin. No, he was on a higher level than that.
"So Voldemort wants to kill me again. That's obvious. So, he's getting ready to hack me off, and that part of himself he doesn't like then, right?" Harry asked.
"Right. But, there's really nothing we can do except put a Strengthening Spell on you for a while. Hopefully that can control his brain waves and let you be.....ah...normal..."
"Professor," Harry asked. "Could I like, well, loose my mind? Could I go evil and kill lots of people, or perhaps injury myself?" Dumbledore gulped at this question.
"Well, in all honesty, it could happen. I doubt it, but it might. All the more reason to get you on that spell as soon as possible. But I'm afraid I must go now; Professor Flitwick wants to show me a new spell."
Dumbledore bowed, and quickly left. He usually showed Harry the door, and walked him down to the Great Hall. He had left the door open slightly, where a pinprick of light shown through. He could almost feel its heat; so warm and so bright. He wanted his whole life to be painted that color.
Looking around, Harry noticed most of the things in Dumbledore's room had ties to him. Fawkes, the Phoenix, had saved Harry's life by pulling out the sword of Godric Gryffindor, another item which was on the shelf. There was the mysterious Pensive, which Harry had journeyed into by accident. There were other small tokens, including presents from Hagrid, and other Professors. Then, there was another set of those mysterious wands; the large one, the small one, and the regular size one. He wanted to touch one, but he knew better than to do that. He had learned not to do that from Mr. Weasley.
"Remember, never trust anything that you can't see its brain. And, don't forget, never poke your head into something that you don't know what it is." Harry's memory spoke clearly.
Harry got up and walked over closer toward the wands. The large one was black and shiny, which the small one was pure white and was very frayed. The middle was looked like his own, but had cobra patterns drawn on it. He didn't like that. Then a voice spoke to him.
"Choose the one that you like best, and put yourself to the test. The large one, strong and evil, the little one, weak but pure, or you can take your current path. It may never lead you back."
Harry glanced around, very startled. All the wands were glowing now. He was resisting the urge to touch one; his hands were shaking and he kept hitting himself to not touch one. It was very hard.
Then a burning sensation hit across his scar. He was in great pain. He stumbled back, and fell onto the floor. He felt the room vibrating, and he could feel it getting hotter and hotter.
"Take the wand! Take the wand! Take the wand which will lead you to a greater path. Your destiny, Harry Potter, is with that wand. Now decide, or die."
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Spooky eh? Well, that's gonna be it for a little while (a couple days!). I'm going to busy myself with a chilling narrative about Barty Crouch's son (the evil one!). Please review and have fun!
All Characters belong to the wonderful creator, J. K. Rowling. We love you, J. K. !
Harry looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he had just said.
"A part of....Voldemort...in me?" Harry asked, very scared.
"Well, remember when I told you that you got your Parselmouth ability from Voldemort? Well, this is very similar. Voldemort, well, he hated you and your family. He also hated things about himself. When he tried to destroy you, the part of him that he hated, well, he transferred that to you. But, you didn't die. It was as if killing you would destroy his hated memories."
Harry didn't smile. He didn't nod. He just sat there. Was this really true? Was this the reason?
"So that means what Voldemort was thinking...I could somehow feel it too?" Dumbledore nodded. Now he knew what it really meant. He had evil inside of him. Not much, but some. It was enough to make him a Parselmouth, and to almost be in Slytherin. But Harry didn't want to be in Slytherin. No, he was on a higher level than that.
"So Voldemort wants to kill me again. That's obvious. So, he's getting ready to hack me off, and that part of himself he doesn't like then, right?" Harry asked.
"Right. But, there's really nothing we can do except put a Strengthening Spell on you for a while. Hopefully that can control his brain waves and let you be.....ah...normal..."
"Professor," Harry asked. "Could I like, well, loose my mind? Could I go evil and kill lots of people, or perhaps injury myself?" Dumbledore gulped at this question.
"Well, in all honesty, it could happen. I doubt it, but it might. All the more reason to get you on that spell as soon as possible. But I'm afraid I must go now; Professor Flitwick wants to show me a new spell."
Dumbledore bowed, and quickly left. He usually showed Harry the door, and walked him down to the Great Hall. He had left the door open slightly, where a pinprick of light shown through. He could almost feel its heat; so warm and so bright. He wanted his whole life to be painted that color.
Looking around, Harry noticed most of the things in Dumbledore's room had ties to him. Fawkes, the Phoenix, had saved Harry's life by pulling out the sword of Godric Gryffindor, another item which was on the shelf. There was the mysterious Pensive, which Harry had journeyed into by accident. There were other small tokens, including presents from Hagrid, and other Professors. Then, there was another set of those mysterious wands; the large one, the small one, and the regular size one. He wanted to touch one, but he knew better than to do that. He had learned not to do that from Mr. Weasley.
"Remember, never trust anything that you can't see its brain. And, don't forget, never poke your head into something that you don't know what it is." Harry's memory spoke clearly.
Harry got up and walked over closer toward the wands. The large one was black and shiny, which the small one was pure white and was very frayed. The middle was looked like his own, but had cobra patterns drawn on it. He didn't like that. Then a voice spoke to him.
"Choose the one that you like best, and put yourself to the test. The large one, strong and evil, the little one, weak but pure, or you can take your current path. It may never lead you back."
Harry glanced around, very startled. All the wands were glowing now. He was resisting the urge to touch one; his hands were shaking and he kept hitting himself to not touch one. It was very hard.
Then a burning sensation hit across his scar. He was in great pain. He stumbled back, and fell onto the floor. He felt the room vibrating, and he could feel it getting hotter and hotter.
"Take the wand! Take the wand! Take the wand which will lead you to a greater path. Your destiny, Harry Potter, is with that wand. Now decide, or die."
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Spooky eh? Well, that's gonna be it for a little while (a couple days!). I'm going to busy myself with a chilling narrative about Barty Crouch's son (the evil one!). Please review and have fun!