Harry Potter And Voldemort's Ally
Part 19
In all they years that followed, Harry couldn't really find the key to the events that followed Sirius trial. First, escaping the crush, and a sicko yelling "You bastard Wormtail, I'll" Harry closed his ears to the stream of coarse abuse that followed from then sicko's mouth.
And then he couldn't really remember his godfathers glee filled face as he raced round shouting "I'M FREE,FREE!" and then he couldn't really remember how fast the time past. But one thing he did remember was that Christmas, or should I say, the first Quidditch match, near, Christmas, the date changed so that they could be sure of no Dark intent.
Mourning light swept across the pitch as Gryffindor faced off against Slytherin. Lee Jordan was in the commentary box with Professor McGonagall as the teams walked on to the pitch. "And yes here we have the Gryffindor Quidditch Teams, here they come. Weasley, Weasley, Bell, Spinnet,Johnson,Potter, aaaaaaannnnnnnddddddddd Wills!"
The assembled crowd cheered, or at least the Gryffindors, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's did. Slytherin boo's were not heard, but seen. Ron and Hermione sat in the front row, with Seamus sitting next to them. "Well, I hope that we can have a good long match, and nothing to dangerous will happen" Hermione said. Ron laughed, "With James-The-Slytherin-Basher on field, I don't think so" Seamus nodded " I think Gryffindor will win, but Harry will have a bit of trouble, Malfoy looks like he could kill'
They glanced at the figure. His eyes were nearly bulging out as he looked out at James, lip quivering, and most of all, his face was red with anger. 'I wonder what's put him in a foul mood?" Ron asked as it got underway, Lee's voice boomed across the field "Off they go, Gryffindor in possession, Spinnet for goals, now Bell, nice stop there by Flint, going for goal, no one there, nice stop by Wills, now Spinnet going again, That beater was close, were's the Weasley's when you need them, still going. She shots SCORE!"
The crowd yelled out, and frenzied cry of happiness. Harry watch the games from above, his eyes darting round for the smallest movement, or the tiniest hint of light, but then he saw Malfoy, coming in behind him, trying to follow him, I don't think so, Harry thought as he speed up and down with his Firebolt, he shot left, and the up, and down in a blinding flash the land speed past, but Malfoy was still there.
Harry bank trying to make Malfoy think he had saw the Snitch, he raced down, to were Fred beat a Beater of towards a Slytherin player, as he went past, Harry managed just to yell out "Behind" before turning off at an angle Fred looked an saw Malfoy, he caught on right away. He speed forwards, and caught sight of a Beater, heading Malfoy's way. He speed round behind it and hit it as hard as he could. It hit Malfoy, right in the back . He nearly fell of his broom.
James could be seen laughing, "And a beater into Malfoy's back over there, trying to follow Potter, come on Malfoy, try better than that, Harry needs some competion!'' Professor McGonagall voice suddenly same over the speaker "Jordan, get on with the match.your no coach" A smile crossed Lee's lips as he said "Sorry Professor"
Harry returned to his spot with a smile. He looked down, to see a Malfoy crouching near the posts for protection against the Bludger which had his name on it. Harry glance around, and then...... Gold wings caught his eyes, right and the grass. Harry dived, his broom gain huge amounts off speed as he rocketed down "Look at Harry!" Ron cried "Potter's going for the Snitch" Lee called as the pitch and crowd went silent "Going straight down, now with Malfoy on his tail"
Malfoy dived also, right into Harry's wake,. Air rushed past Harry's face throwing his hair about, but then he felt sudden shook,he'd never be able to stop at this speed, he felt frantic, he never be able to pull up, or could he? Victor Krum flashed through his mind and a certain trick fell into his mind as well. Harry knew what to do.
He speed down he kept going Malfoy behind, the Snitch was there golden wings flickering in the light as he raced down, it began to move no Harry thought as he raced down wind rushing past his face, he edge left, and then..... His fingertips brushed the Snitch, he felt it, then he felt the feathers, and heaved up with all his might on the brooms as the Snitch flew into his hand. The crowd gasped as he skipped through the grass as he pulled up, and there was a nearly perfectly executed Wornski Feint. And then Malfoy came into a very unholy union as he hit the ground at top speed.
He tried to pull up but to late, impact. And he flew of the broom and into a unconscious heap on the ground, as he broom hit the ground, and still to this day Harry couldn't really remember the rush of people as and noise as he got down and off his broom. But he did hear "Gryffindor 190, Slytherin 30" And then time speed up again. It raced through, until a week before the Yule Ball.........
Harry sat in an armchair by the fire, it was nearly Christmas, he mused as he looked around, James was locked in a deadly battle of wits with Ron, James had Transfigured some of the pieces into Mythical creatures, and Harry watched as James' line of pawn/skeletons push forwards as black warrior monk/bishop broke through Rons line of elves/pawns and corner the demigod/queen and warlord/king.
Ron swore and cried out "I lost again, arrhhhh, I can't believe it" Hermione laughed, as she looked up from a book on elementalism, James shook his head "You win some you lose some", and walked up to the armchair next to Harry, and casually asked him "Harry, have you got any idea what the date is?" Harry shrugged and said "Asked Hermione, I've got no idea"
James turned, and before the question was even out Hermione said "The 19 of December, why do you ask?" James flushed and said "Well, it's the Yule Ball in 6 days" The entire room looked at, him and gasped. They had totally forgotten, with all the work, a Quidditch game, and a Sirius Black release,thing had gotten out of hand.
George gasped, "6 days to get a date?" he gasped, and their was a flurry of activity, and many began to asked "Wanna go ball with me?" or a "Do you want to go to the Ball?" Harry gasped, but theirs was only one person he wanted to go out with : Cho Chang. James laughed and said "Got someone in mind?" but Ron answer for Harry "Cho, and James who are you asking out?" James looked and said "I'll tell you, wait, I'll tell her now"
He walked straight over to Hermione, and said straight out "Herm' wanna go the ball with be?" Hermione, Harry and Ron gasped, as well as everyone with in ear shot. And to their utter surprise Hermione flushed red and said "Yes" James smiled and everyone returned to their normal asking outs.
James sat down and said "Well, 1 down , two to go" Ron stood up, and said "Make that 2 down " and walked over to Kathy, she looked up and said "Something the matter Ron ?" and Ron said straight out,again, " Hey Kathy, wanna go ball with me?" She looked surprise, and almost grateful, and Ron was greeted with a "Yes" Ron smiled and sat down. Harry vowed, tomorrow.
The next day Great Hall was abuzz with activity and the talk of people and the Ball. Harry ate his chops, and looked over at Cho, she was talking to a friend of hers, next to her a boy murmured what looked like the words harry wanted to say, and she shook her head.
He walked off, as did Cho. Harry rose ,with a looked from both James and Ron, walked over to Cho, and followed her, up alone to a corridor. She had not seen him, and was surprised to hear Harry say "Cho?" uncertainty dripping from his words and voice.
She jumped. Startled to see Harry there she gasped, and then relaxed and said smiling "Oohhh, Harry I didn't see you there, is there something you'd like to say, because you look like you do?" She asked carefully. Harry nodded.
"Cho" He began, 'I was wondering, if there wasn't anything else going on, or someone else but I'd like to ask, if your willing to listen about something, will,you,you go to the Ball with me?" Cho was taken back by this sudden question.
"Harry, she said, her voice also dripping with uncertainty, " I don't know what to say, I mean after last year, and Cedric, but I,I don't know what to say, really, I don't" She looked at him carefully, looking all over,from his scar, his eyes, right down to the hem of his robes,and said "Ohh, Harry, I don't know, but I'll say, yes" Harry smiled, hiding his glee inside and thank the lord for this moment and said "Ok, thanks" and walked away, as soon as he was out of range he jumped an clapped his heals together in happiness, and for the rest of the day, there was a renewed bounce in his step.
Bubbles rose from the cauldron as Westerner walked around it. He reached over to the pile of unicorn horns, and picked them up, the golden horn was nicely done, no a scratch on the horn, he threw it in to the broth.
It was a strange combination of basic materials,lion fish spines, Billywigs stingers, and other common ingredients. But in there, were some of the more, illicit goods and material one wouldn't normally find on the open market.
A gem from a firecrab,the protect turtle was expensive beyond belief, and in Fiji, the punishment for theft of the shells was on the spot death. The smugglers he had bought this off had assure him that the piece was really, and had been removed from the back of a firecrab. He also were the eyes of an Giant spider, the the eyes, about 16 were glazed over red, and were an awful shade of brown around the red, even for a killer like Westerner, it was quite awful
But the most powerful, and deadly item he had the poison of a Manticore, the most feared killer, the liquid was held in a strong glass vile, and was still steaming, from the strength of the poison. It was fortunate that it had been from a trusted dealer, otherwise, it was probably fake, and this potions would be a waste of time.
It was a potion of the most illicit and dangerous, Negation Potions. They were made to deactivate all and any magics on the item that it was pour from. Which was to be the Scroll Of Magic, and once that was open. the key to every thing, from spells to summoning would be revealed.
He tipped in the finally ingredients, and waited. It would a few seconds, and then. It changed from the colorless mixed it had been to a vivid orange, that stopped bubbling. It was,almost alive.
It slurped up the sides, as if trying to get in contact with magic, and destroy it.
Westerner quickly scooped up some of the potion into a small crystal vile, and held it up to the light, it slurped up against the side, as if trying to get out,but it wasn't ready. A potions like that had to mature, it had to mature enough to to take on the powerful magics of the Scroll, and the only way to do that, was to wait.
He stepped away from the cauldron, with the vile in one hand. He reached a shelf on which held his the eyes of horned toads, scrolls and books on different types of potions. None of any interest at the moment.
He placed the vile in a small crack behind the eyes of horned toads. It fit snugly into the crack. Knowing that know one was going to come in and find it easily, he walked out, and into the a corridor, and walked towards Voldemort's private chambers.
He walked past door after door, all of which were nameless planks of wood joined together, he paced one, two and three, until the faceless wooden doors changed a large heavy metal door, it was joined at the stone on steel hinges. He hammered his fist into the heavy metal door. Once, twice and three times. Voldemort's cold, snake-like voice:"Who is it?" Westerner cried out "Westerner" There was a short pause, and then "Come"
He pushed open the door, and inside, was Lord Voldemort, he sat in his chair behind his redwood desk, his eyes fixed upon the scroll. He looked up, and let a cold, meaning less smile crept across his bad, mean and repulsive face.
"Ahhhhh, Westerner. I see you have been busy at the potion, when will it be ready?" Westerner spoke calmly "It should be ready, by the end of the Hogwarts year, but if it isn't interrupted, it should be a week or two in advance"
Voldemort gasped " You been to say, it'll take the better part of the remaining year, the better part of this and next year, before we cant gain access to the scroll and it's arcane magics, but by that time it'll be to late, when it is ready, they couldn't have discovered us, and I only have about a half of my Death Eater, out of the originals"
Westerner looked indifferent "Look, if you want this scroll open then you'll have to wait, plain and simple, because there is no other way to gain access, and even so, they'd probably have let there guard down, as they will have it a few days from now"
Voldemort looked up at him "What do you speak of?" He asked. Westerner smiled ,the cruel smile that he known for, or at least mean killers "The Yule Ball, when they go out onto that dance floor, they'll be so relaxed, the won't notice they fact that a sudden fireball got in"
Voldemort smiled "Are you saying" he mused "That we should send a small team of men in, say two, and try and kill Potter?" Westerner nodded "But I will have the pleasure of killing Potter, and clearing out his kind, but an attack, on say the teachers, and some of his friends, would cause damaged and chaos,a excellent idea" He told Westerner.
Westerner nodded, "I believe, your Death Eater, Malfoy, should go, and my capable Prism,uuuuhhhhhhh, Stanes, he should do nicely, do you think?" Voldemort thought out loud "He did do rather well at the failed attack, and anyone of your choice should do well" He nodded "Brief them, and get them ready, to teleport into one of the rooms above the enchanted roof" Westerner nodded, and walked out.
The next week past rather quickly, Harry had to admit. First it was the holidays, and then he woke to a beautiful crisp Christmas mourning, the lovely aromas of cooking flowed through the air, gently wafting across the air.
When he woke Harry looked down the bed, and down to the foot of the bed, where sat several large, and small gifts. He quickly rolled out of bed, and threw a pillow at James and Ron. Ron woke with a start and looked over at him, with a dazed look.
However James shot bolt upright, eyes wide with shook. He looked around, also with a dazed looked said quickly, "Who did that?" Harry shrugged, and pointed at were Seamus lay, James swore and hurled the pillow across the room and into his face. He groped as at after a few moments, and opened his eyes to called out "Who did that?" in an angry tone.
Harry, Ron and Dean, who had just got up at the yells (he said "What's going on?") but the rest pointed at the Jams who smiled back and said "Serves your right!" He stuck his tongue out and Seamus swore and got up, "You Aussie yobo, I'll give you serves you right" He hurled his pillow at James and James hit it away, and said "We'll it does, for waking me up!" Seamus looked at him "I didn't wake you" He looked at Harry, and narrowed his eyes, both picked up theirs pillows "Harry?!" He stepped back as James and Seamus hurled pillows, and all out fight started. Soon it shook the walls.
Eventually the lay sprawled out on the floor, gasping for breath, all exhausted, even Neville, who had wakened up in the middle of it, from hitting each other sense less with pillows, looked at their presents. James grinned and said "Ahhh, presents", he was about to open his when a sudden yell and gasped was heard, they spun round, James' wand in his hand, He looked at Harry and Ron who nodded, and they raced for the Girls Dormitories.
Ooohhhhh, What's happened to Herm' and what about the Ball, will romance bloom, or be destroyed by Voldemort. More with in a week!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter , his friends and enemies are owned my J.K Rowling But I OWN James Wills And Michael Wills and all other strange characters (Except those mentioned in her novels)
