A/N: 'Kay,
this first little section here was actually supposed to be the end of ch. 20,
but then I felt that Sirius' promise should be the end of ch. 20. So, I just want you guys to tell me if you
think I made the right decision. ^_^
Disclaimer: As usual, I did not invent the fabulous world of HP; that was J.K.
Rowling. I did, however, create the
strange language of the 'revero detinu' spell, and it actually has meaning.
*gasp* Well, enjoy.
Chapter 21: Revero Detinu
Harry
sat alone in the dormitory for an hour after Sirius left. He probably would have stayed longer, but
Neville popped in once, asking if he was coming to dinner. When he reached the Entrance Hall, however,
Harry decided he wasn't hungry and headed outside instead. The sun was setting, bathing the world in a
golden light and painting the sky various shades of pink, orange, and
purple. He looked with unseeing eyes at
Hagrid's small hut, a gently whisp of smoke floating from the chimney; at the
Forbidden Forest, so dark and lonely; at the Whomping Willow, somehow peaceful
in the fading light.
With
a sigh, Harry headed for the lake. He
didn't know why, but the lake was always comforting, offering a little
stability in a world gone wrong. He sat
by its shore, listening to the gentle lapping of the water and hugging his
knees close to his chest. Though he
fought hard to stop them, tears soon began streaming down his cheeks.
"Hello,
Harry."
"Go
away, Malfoy," Harry muttered, wiping his eyes.
"Why
aren't you in there eating?" Draco asked, sitting next to him.
"I'm
not hungry."
Draco
was silent a moment, finally asking, "What's wrong?"
"I
killed someone again, that's what's wrong!" Harry yelled, "People are always
dying because of me! My friends, my
elders, my peers… even my own parents. They all died because of me…"
Harry
buried his head in his arms, shoulders shaking with sobs. Draco reached out, gently putting his hand
on Harry's arm.
"Harry,
I-"
Harry
angrily shrugged Draco's hand away, looking up. "Don't you dare say you understand! You're a Slytherin; your kind creates pain, they don't feel
it. You can't possibly understand!"
There
was silence a moment, Harry trying to control angry tears. Draco shifted slightly, looking pensively at
the lake.
"I
am a Slytherin," he said softly, "but are all Slytherins bad? We're never seen as individuals. So what if more dark wizards came out of
Slytherin house than any other? A lot
of good wizards were Slytherins, too! Sure we're ambitious, but there's a whole lot more to us than just
that."
Harry
stared at him with nothing less than shock. Those were the most bitter, most sincere, most melancholy words he had
ever heard escape the blond boy's mouth. Draco gave a small sigh, dropping his gaze to his knees.
In a
voice so helpless that it pained Harry's heart, he said, "Just once, I'd like
to be given a chance."
Silence
followed, Harry trying to say something but unable to bring the words out. After a few moments, Draco stood up and
walked to the castle without another word.
****
Four
days later, Harry was elaborating in Divination, and having quite a good time
at it, too.
"After
his wife leaves him and runs off with his best friend, Ron shall be shot in a
bar brawl by his daughter's boyfriend. After spending a month in a coma, he shall die, having never woken up,"
Harry finished, smiling at Professor Trelawney.
"Very
nice, Mr. Potter. Full points, I should
say. And next up, we have Ronald
Weasley."
Ron
swaggered to the front of the room, giving the class a grin that received
disdainful looks from Lavender and Paravati.
"Well,
as you all know," he said with fake solemnity, "I had the sad task of
predicting the future of my dear friend Harry Potter. It was very painful, yes, I'll admit, but I'm determined to tell
the truth of what I found."
"Good
for you, Mr. Weasley," Professor Trelawney said, "Sad as it may be, the truth
is always best.
"But
of course," Ron answered so seriously that it was all Harry could do to not
burst out laughing, "First I looked to the star charts. The triangulation of Mars to Venus and
Neptune indicates that, around June, a loved one will fall down dead, for no
apparent reason. Also, Harry shall fly
into a wall, breaking his nose, during the summer."
Ron
gave a sigh, then took a deep breath before he went on.
"Now,
for what I saw in his tea leaves. Just
watch out for meteor showers, Harry, because they spell trouble for you. And beware an unknown, four-eyed creature,
for it shall lead you to unwelcome areas."
Wiping
away a tear from the corner of his eye, Ron continued.
"And
finally, for the crystal ball. In this,
I saw my poor friend's sad demise. In a
robbery gone horribly wrong, a mysterious masked man shall stab him in the
back. And that, my dear professor and
peers, is what I foresaw for Harry Potter."
Ron
took a deep bow and the class applauded.
"I
must say, Mr. Weasley," Professor Trelawney beamed, "that I am most impressed
with your unabashed pursuit in retelling what you saw. It is not many people who could see such
things about a dear friend and still be able to go on with their lives."
"It's
hard, I admit," Ron said, giving a sniff, "but I realize that we must be
willing to face the future."
"Well,
let's go off on that note. You are all
excused."
As
soon as Harry and Ron got out of the classroom, they burst out laughing.
"That
woman'll believe anything," Ron gasped, wiping tears out of his eyes.
"I've
never…seen anything so…funny…in my life," Harry said, unable to stop laughing,
"Oh goll, Ron, you were the best. You
really should be an actor."
"I
know," Ron said with a Lockhart smile, "Hey, I'm going to go meet Hermione
outside Arithmacy. Meet you for
dinner?"
"Sure
thing."
Ron
ran off, leaving Harry alone. The halls
were empty, the Divination class having been let out early. Harry quickened his steps, wanting to get to
Azar's classroom before the bell rang and try to make her laugh while her
teacher lectured.
As
he turned the corner, Harry stumbled over something in his way and fell hard to
the ground. Grumbling, he looked back
and then recoiled. There lay Draco
Malfoy. Harry's mind flew straight to
second year, when he had found Justin Finch-Fletchley, and he feared the
basilisk was back.
But
wait… Draco was sprawled, not frozen
stiff, and there was…blood. Harry drew
his knees in close, hugging them tight as he struggled to breathe. The boy looked beaten. Badly beaten. His face was so bruised and bloodied, Harry was surprised he'd
recognized him. What would people say
if he called for help? After all, it
was no secret that he didn't exactly like the boy. Was he even…?
Harry
plucked up enough courage to inch closer toward Draco. To his relief, he saw the boy was
breathing. There was no avoiding it; he
had to do something.
"Help!"
he yelled, standing up, "Can anyone hear me? Please, help!"
He
looked up and down the halls, not a person to be seen or a footstep to be
heard.
"Okay,
you stay right there, Malfoy; I'm getting help," Harry said, then shook his
head, "What am I saying? It's not like
you're going anywhere soon."
With
a sigh, Harry headed down the halls. He
hoped for someone, anyone, to happen along, but they didn't come. After a while, he stopped, catching his
breath, and looked around. The staff
room! He was sure to find help
there. Eagerly, he opened the door, but
his spirits dropped instantly when he saw who was inside.
"Potter! What are you doing out of class?!" Snape
said viciously.
Harry
almost slammed the door shut and raced toward Dumbledore's office, but thought
of Draco and decided that Snape now was better than Dumbledore later. Better for Draco, at least.
"Professor,
I need help."
"Finally
something we can agree on."
"Professor! This is serious; Malfoy's in bad shape."
"Draco?"
Snape asked, his voice softening noticeably, "Where is he?"
"Follow
me."
They
raced back down the halls without a word, soon finding Draco just as Harry had
left him.
"Great
Salazar, what did you do to him, Potter?!" Snape exclaimed, bending down to
examine the boy.
"Nothing,
Professor! I just found him here."
"Yes,
and you're my favorite student," Snape sneered, conjuring a stretcher under
Draco, "You get back to class, Potter. I'm taking Draco to the hospital wing."
"But,
Professor, I'd like to at least-"
"Back-To-Class,"
Snape said stiffly, heading down the hall.
"Slimy
git," Harry muttered to himself, turning in the direction of Dumbledore's
office.
"Rest
assured, Harry, Madam Pomfrey will have him healthy in no time," Dumbledore
smiled as they walked toward the hospital wing, "I'm sure it was quite the
shock for you."
"That's
an understatement if I ever heard one."
Dumbledore
smiled brightly, opening the hospital door and letting Harry in. Draco lay in one of the many beds, staring
at his hands with a slight frown. He
didn't even look up when they entered. His face was looking much better, though still bruised. Dumbledore quietly walked over to him and
touched his arm, causing the boy to jump slightly.
"Oh
hi, Professor," he smiled. Then his
eyes drifted over Dumbledore's shoulder, looking at Harry. "What's he doing here?"
"Harry
found you, Draco, and had you brought to the hospital wing."
The
boy nodded slowly, looking back down at his hands.
"Draco,"
Dumbledore said gently, "who did this?"
Draco
opened his mouth as if to answer, but stopped short. He seemed to think over his reply a moment, and then said, "I
don't know."
Harry
looked at him, surprised, because it was evident in Draco's face that he did
know.
"You
don't know?"
"They-they
came up behind me. I didn't get a
chance to see them."
Dumbledore
nodded, eyes a little sad. "I
understand. Well, now that we know
you're okay, we'll leave you to your rest."
Dumbledore
headed for the door, but Harry didn't follow. "Professor," he said, "would you mind if I spoke with Draco a moment?"
"That
is up to Draco."
Draco
was looking back down at his hands.
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
Draco said, looking up, "Oh, yeah…um, sure."
With
a reassuring smile, Dumbledore left. Harry walked over and sat in the chair next to Draco's bed. He stared at him in silence a moment, Draco
once again concentrating on his hands.
"Why
didn't you tell him who did it?" he finally asked.
"I-I
told you," Draco said, not looking up, "I didn't see their faces."
"Oh,
c'mon. You didn't fool anyone with that
lie. It was Crabbe and Goyle, wasn't
it?"
Draco's
eyes narrowed as he looked at Harry. "Not all evil deeds are done by Slytherins, you know."
He
couldn't have surprised Harry more if he had slapped him. "G-Gryffindors? Gryffindors did this?"
Draco
looked away again, but his eyes were hateful.
"Who?"
"That
doesn't need to be known."
"You're
protecting them? Why are you protecting
them?! Crikey, Malfoy, they deserve
punishment."
"Do
you deserve punishment for fighting Voldemort?"
"What
are you talking about? This is
completely different; Voldemort's evil."
"And
what about me? Who in this school can
honestly say they didn't at least once think I was evil? It's all about perspective, Potter. I can't punish people for their beliefs."
Harry
was gaping now. He couldn't believe
that this was Draco. "Why did they beat
you up?" he asked.
"Why
didn't they beat me up?" Draco said with an airy laugh, "Besides, I'm sure Ron
would agree that no one needs a reason to want to give me a good thrashing."
"Oh,
I get it," Harry said, almost laughing, "It's the Solution talking."
"Actually,
I never took it."
Harry
almost fell off of his chair. "Wh-what?! How do you know about
that?!"
"If
there's one thing Ron isn't," Draco smiled, "it's discreet. He put it in my pumpkin juice, and I just
pretended to drink it. I tested it
later, just to see what he was up to."
"You
mean, you didn't have it all this time? But, you acted so…well, different."
"I
figured if you guys were trying to feed me that stuff, I was being more
annoying than nice."
"You
figured right. Ron was really that bad,
eh?"
"Let's
just say Snape's more likely to dress in drag and do the hula than Ron is to
successfully slip something into someone's drink."
They
both laughed a moment at the mental picture, but quickly stopped when they
realized whom they were laughing with.
"I
never thought I'd hear you badmouth Snape," Harry remarked after an awkward
pause.
"He's
been crabby lately; he deserves it," Draco shrugged.
Again,
there was a pause in the conversation.
"Well,
glad you're not dead," Harry said, getting up.
"Don't
you mean 'sorry'?"
Harry
rolled his eyes slightly. "Bye, Draco."
"Bye,
Harry."
****
When
the week was up, the friends met again in an empty classroom.
"Ron,
how can you be so pig-headed?" Hermione scowled.
"Easy,
since I've had Pig hit into my head so many times."
"Don't
twist my words; you know what I mean."
"Ron,
we're not asking you to be his friend," Harry explained, "He needs more
protection than any of us right now."
"This
is more than just protection, Harry. It's connecting us forever, and I don't want to be joined to Malfoy, the
Death Eater wa-"
Azar
clapped her hand over his mouth. "Don't
call him that," she said, "He is not a Death Eater wannabe. He is Draco Malfoy, a unique human being,
just like you and me; and he deserves to be given a chance."
Everyone
looked at him pleadingly, Ron feeling more and more like this was a battle he
wasn't going to win.
"Arg! All right, fine! He's in. But just as long
as I don't have to be friends with him."
"You
can go on hating him as always," Azar smiled.
Harry
went to the door and opened it, letting in a nervous Draco. The boy looked up at all of them, extremely
unsure of himself.
"You're
in," Harry said simply, "But remember that this doesn't mean we're completely
buddy-buddy-"
"Or
even on speaking terms," Ron added, frowning slightly.
"It
just means," Harry sighed, "that we're going to give you a chance to be our
friend."
Draco
nodded silently.
"Well,
should we do it tonight, or go to sleep?" Harry asked.
"Sleep?"
Azar asked, "Bah, who needs sleep?"
"Better
now than later."
"Yeah,
let's get it over with."
Draco
just nodded again. Harry had a strong
suspicion that he was still speechless at being let in. He grabbed the book, opening it to a page he
had dog-tagged.
"Revero
Detinu," he murmured, "The Forever Spell."
They
read over the spell, Harry's assigning parts. After a while, he put the book on the floor, standing up.
"Okay,
we need to make a circle. 'Hold your
wand in your right hand, and your neighbor's wrist in your left.'"
They
did this, Harry holding onto Azar's wrist, Ron at his right. Hermione was at Ron's other side and Draco
stood between the two girls.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"Let's
go."
"You go after me, Ron." Harry took a deep breath. "Well, here it goes. Retego ebot siwew!"
With
a sudden burst, a red light streamed from Harry. It floated in the air a while, then began to take shape. In a few moments, the group found themselves
looking a red, spirit copy of Harry.
"E-erom
revero dawon!" Ron said, trying to concentrate on the spell again.
From
him came an orange light, which soon became Ron's double.
"Enoera
strah ruo!" Hermione cried, her glowing purple copy coming into view.
"Enoera
s-stirops ruo!" Draco said, a little nervously. His green self joined the other four.
"Sutarapes
nac ginhon!" Azar said forcefully. Her
blue figure completed the group.
The
five glowing specters came near to each other, each holding up one hand. The five hands connected and there was a
pause. Harry's specter glanced back at
him with a smile, and the boy realized he still needed to finish the spell.
"Revero
detinu!" Harry cried.
A
white light flashed from where the spirits' hands connected. The group watched in amazement as the white
light slowly spread down the arms of their 'selves' until they were looking at
five white phantoms. The specters separated,
each turning to their owner. Harry's
ghostly self floated to him and gave him a smile. And then it leaned forward and Harry felt a sudden warmth enter
him with the spirit.
A
sensation unlike any he'd ever felt before swept over Harry, like a wave of
water. He felt as though he were
suspended in midair. Before him flashed
everything, yet nothing at all, as though it was memories that lived only in
the mind. It was so remarkable, it
frightened him. Yet he felt Ron's hand
grip his wrist tighter, and he knew everything was fine. And then he was back in the dark room. Slowly, in a daze, the five released hands.
"We…we
did it," Hermione whispered.
Harry
looked at his hands. He didn't see
anything different, but how he felt… It
was something beyond words…
He
nodded, a smile coming to his face. "We
did it."
~*~*~
A/N: Well, there we go. Golly, I've got so much I want to put in, and it takes up too much room! I don't know how I'm going to get it into the last chapters… Well, please review.
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