Harry Potter and the Bloodstone amulet
RULES TO UNDERSTANDING THIS STORY
1) YOU MUST READ HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERESS OF FIRE BEFORE LAYING EYES BEFORE THE STARS TO UNDERSTAND THIS!
2) YOU MUST KNOW THAT THIS ISN'T MY OWN IDEA. MANY PEOPLE CONTRIBUTED TO IT, EVEN THOUGH IT HAS ALREADY BEEN PUBLISHED BY MANY
3) YOU MUST ALSO KNOW THAT JKR OWNS THE PEOPLE AND PLACES, I OWN KARISTA AND THE DREAM…THOSE ARE ONLY ORIGINAL, PEOPLE!
Sit back, relax and enjoy…
PROLOGUE
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Remus Lupin looked back at his house, which he would be leaving for yet another 10 months out of the year for his old school, Hogwarts.
"I kinda like this place, you know?" Lupin said sadly, pulling the last box out onto the porch and locking the door. "Brings back many memories."
"Oh please, Moony…It's a wooden shack!" Sirius muttered, clapping a hand to his forehead and climbing into the car.
"Thanks Padfoot, appreciate it," Lupin said slyly, getting into the drivers seat.
"Hey wait a second…look out at that field and tell me if you see something strange," Sirius asked. Lupin knew that he wasn't kidding, because someone was wandering aimlessly about the field.
"Let's take a look," Lupin said looking pointedly at his watch. "But we still don't have a lot of time."
"Alright. Wands out, I should say…after all, it could be Voldie looking for a padfoot and mad Moony," Sirius chuckled amidst a punch in the arm by Lupin.
The two stalked over a fence leading into a large unused pasture. The figure looked at them, and started running towards them.
"STUPEFY!" Yelled Sirius. The figure stopped mid run and collapsed face first into the ground. "I wonder who it is. If it's that derranged Fudge, I'll have to apologize."
"Not really," Lupin smiled, taking bigger strides to get to the body.
"Well, shall we see?" Sirius said gingerly, flipping the body over with his foot. What he saw nearly made him scream. "OH MY GOD!"
"N-No…n-no…Its…Bertha…Bertha Jorkins," lupin stuttered, going white. The woman looked like she had a considerable amount of cuts and bruises, yet a happy expression on her stunned face. "She worked at the ministry…dissapeared before last summer."
Lupin couldn't believe what he was seeing. If anything, Lupin thought he was joking, but the look on Padfoot's face showed that he was as confused as Lupin.
"Ennervate," Sirius muttered, and Bertha's face came alive.
"thank god I found you! I'm sorry I scared you, but I am Bertha Jorkins, and I am a little…er…lost…SIRIUS! REMUS!," Bertha jumped up, hugging them both. "How did you find me here?"
Lupin and Sirius weakly smiled at her, before scratching their heads.
"We have got to tell Dumbledore," Lupin muttered, nearly fainting as he remembered the article in the Daily Prophet about Bertha Jorkin's dissapearance. It was almost as if this was a major joke.
"Bertha, you're coming with us," Sirius smiled happily at Bertha, and the woman seemed to become completely at ease.
***
Professor Dumbledore,
I have some startling news here. I am late for an exceptionally good reason. Bertha Jorkins turned up in a pasture outside my house. She was confused, and cut and bruised, but other than that, she is in good spirits. We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly…just cleaning some wounds and getting her some fresh robes.
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (The remaining Marauders)
Dumbledore had read the letter to McGonagall and Snape, who both seemed to smile brightly.
"We have work to do. Apparently, the stone doesn't let people come back in the order they were killed," Dumbledore muttered, pulling his beard.
"When can we expect them?" asked McGonagall, who was beaming proudly.
"He said in a few hours," Snape said icily.
"Well then, we'll wait," Dumbledor murmured.
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JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista and the dream…
Chapter 1: What the h!@# is up with these dreams? Why can't I get necklaces in my sleep?
Harry sat back down on his bed in the upstairs small bedroom of the Dursleys. It had been a week since he had come back from Hogwarts and the Dursley's were ignoring him, as usual. And, of course, he had absolutely no idea what was happening in the wizarding world, which was a terrible shame as Harry would have caught on with what was happening. Also in the following week, the old gardener of the Riddle house turned up in a local pub. It was actually quite a nice shock for the owner of the Spinning club pub when an old man hobbled up to the bar and asked, "What day is it?"
But Harry had to resort to his own devices, mainly staying out of his aunt and Uncle's way. He also couldn't really make fun of Dudley anymore because the selfish boy had actually managed to lose quite a bit of weight since last summer. Oh well, he still had Hedwig and…
No. He wasn't going to think about her. Not now. Everytime he did, her tear streaked face and blurry eyes would burn into his eyelids. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Instead, he was going to lay down and do the nearly impossible since he came back from Hogwarts; sleep.
***
It was a room, a beautiful, elegant room that was decorated in the maroon and gold of Gryffindor.
"Hogwarts," said a voice behind him, jerking him neatly out of his conciousness. "As you've probably guessed."
Harry whirled around and saw her there. She deffinetly was his angel, no question about it. She looked slightly blurred around the edges, almost a ghost.
"Well hello to you too, Harry," Karista laughed, hugging him. It felt so real, almost like it was really happening. "Nice to see that you haven't lost your original charm."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. Her humor and sarcasm always made him laugh. It made him feel…in love.
"I think this is a strange dream," Harry murmured into Karista's long blonde hair.
"Oh, believe me, it is," Karista giggled, stepping away from Harry. She looked as if she was wearing pajamas, as he was. And she was clutching something tightly in her hand.
"Well…what have you been up to?" Harry said, sitting in one of the chairs that had appeared in the room along with Karista.
"Oh you know, the regular…shopping, hanging with Raquel," Karista said, a mishievious grin on her face. Oh how he loved her.
"Really? I haven't done anything as usuall with the Dursleys," Harry muttered incomprehensively. He still thought this was a strange dream.
"well, I have come to be the bearer of gifts," Karista said, raising her hand to Harry. At first he didn't think much of what she had in her hands until he noticed a glint of silver in the dim light. It almost looked as though it was a chain, a thin, silver chain.
"What is it?" Harry asked, pointing to it. Karista simply smiled, taking Harry's pointing finger in her free hand and opening it. She then let whatever was in her hand slide into his.
"It is a necklace, Harry," Karista said gently, closing Harry's hands around the object. It was surprisingly warm. "A charm necklace, much like mine. It is an Egyptian heiroglyph, just like mine…and it can save you against anything…that is, except love."
Harry blushed furiously at her last statement and opened his hand. The charm had a cartouche shape to it, with a symbol of an owl, a snake and a cat in it.
"The owl means love, the snake means trust and the cat means bravery," Karista said, pointing at each of the little glimmering pictorals. "If you wear it all the time, it grows more powerful."
Harry grinned at the cartouche, feeling a bit light in the heart. It was simply beautiful as he unclasped it and put it around his neck. Karista reached her hands around his neck and clasped it. Immedeatly, Harry could feel a heat rush over him, almost as if he was feverish. Then, he realized the clasp on the necklace was no more.
"The necklace is unbreakable, rust proof, fade proof," Karista chuckled, noticing Harry's amazement. "Think of it as an early birthday present."
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
"I will cherish it forever, Karista," he whispered, leaning in close. But instead, his face met cotton as Harry was struck back into conciousness, holding his pillow close and kissing it. "Damn it."
He rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 3 AM, a time he was very accustomed to waking up at. As he rolled over, Harry could feel something slide across his neck. Gently lifting his fingers from his side, he stroked his collarbone, feeling the intruder; It was the necklace.
RULES TO UNDERSTANDING THIS STORY
1) YOU MUST READ HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERESS OF FIRE BEFORE LAYING EYES BEFORE THE STARS TO UNDERSTAND THIS!
2) YOU MUST KNOW THAT THIS ISN'T MY OWN IDEA. MANY PEOPLE CONTRIBUTED TO IT, EVEN THOUGH IT HAS ALREADY BEEN PUBLISHED BY MANY
3) YOU MUST ALSO KNOW THAT JKR OWNS THE PEOPLE AND PLACES, I OWN KARISTA AND THE DREAM…THOSE ARE ONLY ORIGINAL, PEOPLE!
Sit back, relax and enjoy…
PROLOGUE
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Remus Lupin looked back at his house, which he would be leaving for yet another 10 months out of the year for his old school, Hogwarts.
"I kinda like this place, you know?" Lupin said sadly, pulling the last box out onto the porch and locking the door. "Brings back many memories."
"Oh please, Moony…It's a wooden shack!" Sirius muttered, clapping a hand to his forehead and climbing into the car.
"Thanks Padfoot, appreciate it," Lupin said slyly, getting into the drivers seat.
"Hey wait a second…look out at that field and tell me if you see something strange," Sirius asked. Lupin knew that he wasn't kidding, because someone was wandering aimlessly about the field.
"Let's take a look," Lupin said looking pointedly at his watch. "But we still don't have a lot of time."
"Alright. Wands out, I should say…after all, it could be Voldie looking for a padfoot and mad Moony," Sirius chuckled amidst a punch in the arm by Lupin.
The two stalked over a fence leading into a large unused pasture. The figure looked at them, and started running towards them.
"STUPEFY!" Yelled Sirius. The figure stopped mid run and collapsed face first into the ground. "I wonder who it is. If it's that derranged Fudge, I'll have to apologize."
"Not really," Lupin smiled, taking bigger strides to get to the body.
"Well, shall we see?" Sirius said gingerly, flipping the body over with his foot. What he saw nearly made him scream. "OH MY GOD!"
"N-No…n-no…Its…Bertha…Bertha Jorkins," lupin stuttered, going white. The woman looked like she had a considerable amount of cuts and bruises, yet a happy expression on her stunned face. "She worked at the ministry…dissapeared before last summer."
Lupin couldn't believe what he was seeing. If anything, Lupin thought he was joking, but the look on Padfoot's face showed that he was as confused as Lupin.
"Ennervate," Sirius muttered, and Bertha's face came alive.
"thank god I found you! I'm sorry I scared you, but I am Bertha Jorkins, and I am a little…er…lost…SIRIUS! REMUS!," Bertha jumped up, hugging them both. "How did you find me here?"
Lupin and Sirius weakly smiled at her, before scratching their heads.
"We have got to tell Dumbledore," Lupin muttered, nearly fainting as he remembered the article in the Daily Prophet about Bertha Jorkin's dissapearance. It was almost as if this was a major joke.
"Bertha, you're coming with us," Sirius smiled happily at Bertha, and the woman seemed to become completely at ease.
***
Professor Dumbledore,
I have some startling news here. I am late for an exceptionally good reason. Bertha Jorkins turned up in a pasture outside my house. She was confused, and cut and bruised, but other than that, she is in good spirits. We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly…just cleaning some wounds and getting her some fresh robes.
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (The remaining Marauders)
Dumbledore had read the letter to McGonagall and Snape, who both seemed to smile brightly.
"We have work to do. Apparently, the stone doesn't let people come back in the order they were killed," Dumbledore muttered, pulling his beard.
"When can we expect them?" asked McGonagall, who was beaming proudly.
"He said in a few hours," Snape said icily.
"Well then, we'll wait," Dumbledor murmured.
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JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista and the dream…
Chapter 1: What the h!@# is up with these dreams? Why can't I get necklaces in my sleep?
Harry sat back down on his bed in the upstairs small bedroom of the Dursleys. It had been a week since he had come back from Hogwarts and the Dursley's were ignoring him, as usual. And, of course, he had absolutely no idea what was happening in the wizarding world, which was a terrible shame as Harry would have caught on with what was happening. Also in the following week, the old gardener of the Riddle house turned up in a local pub. It was actually quite a nice shock for the owner of the Spinning club pub when an old man hobbled up to the bar and asked, "What day is it?"
But Harry had to resort to his own devices, mainly staying out of his aunt and Uncle's way. He also couldn't really make fun of Dudley anymore because the selfish boy had actually managed to lose quite a bit of weight since last summer. Oh well, he still had Hedwig and…
No. He wasn't going to think about her. Not now. Everytime he did, her tear streaked face and blurry eyes would burn into his eyelids. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Instead, he was going to lay down and do the nearly impossible since he came back from Hogwarts; sleep.
***
It was a room, a beautiful, elegant room that was decorated in the maroon and gold of Gryffindor.
"Hogwarts," said a voice behind him, jerking him neatly out of his conciousness. "As you've probably guessed."
Harry whirled around and saw her there. She deffinetly was his angel, no question about it. She looked slightly blurred around the edges, almost a ghost.
"Well hello to you too, Harry," Karista laughed, hugging him. It felt so real, almost like it was really happening. "Nice to see that you haven't lost your original charm."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. Her humor and sarcasm always made him laugh. It made him feel…in love.
"I think this is a strange dream," Harry murmured into Karista's long blonde hair.
"Oh, believe me, it is," Karista giggled, stepping away from Harry. She looked as if she was wearing pajamas, as he was. And she was clutching something tightly in her hand.
"Well…what have you been up to?" Harry said, sitting in one of the chairs that had appeared in the room along with Karista.
"Oh you know, the regular…shopping, hanging with Raquel," Karista said, a mishievious grin on her face. Oh how he loved her.
"Really? I haven't done anything as usuall with the Dursleys," Harry muttered incomprehensively. He still thought this was a strange dream.
"well, I have come to be the bearer of gifts," Karista said, raising her hand to Harry. At first he didn't think much of what she had in her hands until he noticed a glint of silver in the dim light. It almost looked as though it was a chain, a thin, silver chain.
"What is it?" Harry asked, pointing to it. Karista simply smiled, taking Harry's pointing finger in her free hand and opening it. She then let whatever was in her hand slide into his.
"It is a necklace, Harry," Karista said gently, closing Harry's hands around the object. It was surprisingly warm. "A charm necklace, much like mine. It is an Egyptian heiroglyph, just like mine…and it can save you against anything…that is, except love."
Harry blushed furiously at her last statement and opened his hand. The charm had a cartouche shape to it, with a symbol of an owl, a snake and a cat in it.
"The owl means love, the snake means trust and the cat means bravery," Karista said, pointing at each of the little glimmering pictorals. "If you wear it all the time, it grows more powerful."
Harry grinned at the cartouche, feeling a bit light in the heart. It was simply beautiful as he unclasped it and put it around his neck. Karista reached her hands around his neck and clasped it. Immedeatly, Harry could feel a heat rush over him, almost as if he was feverish. Then, he realized the clasp on the necklace was no more.
"The necklace is unbreakable, rust proof, fade proof," Karista chuckled, noticing Harry's amazement. "Think of it as an early birthday present."
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
"I will cherish it forever, Karista," he whispered, leaning in close. But instead, his face met cotton as Harry was struck back into conciousness, holding his pillow close and kissing it. "Damn it."
He rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 3 AM, a time he was very accustomed to waking up at. As he rolled over, Harry could feel something slide across his neck. Gently lifting his fingers from his side, he stroked his collarbone, feeling the intruder; It was the necklace.
