Harry Potter and the City of Dreams
By Magma
Chapter Two-Dumbledore
Harry took a moment to analyze his surroundings. A looming mansion made of grey stonewas right in front of him. It appeared he had landed in front of Dumbledore's mansion. Trees, grass, and flowers surrounded him, and birds twittered their songs of cheer.
"Well," Harry thought, "He certainly lives in a nice place."
Harry stood up, and brushed some of the dirt on his clothes off. He picked up his suitcase and Hedwig's cage, took a deep breath, and walked toward the mahogany wooden door that was the entrance. The heavy steel doorknocker was shaped like a phoenix's head, with the ring in the beak. Harry reached out to knock on the door, and suddenly, the doorknocker came to life!
The doorknocker asked him a question in a series of whistles and chirps, and to Harry's amazement, he could understand. And when he replied, he spoke the same language! The conversation went like this:
"Who you?" inquired the phoenix.
"I'm Harry Potter," he replied, still not quite comprehending the situation.
"You have sorrow surrounding you," the phoenix stated. "Go out to sun. Make you happy."
"Sorrow?" Harry asked, curious what the phoenix's response would be.
The phoenix made a consoling sound, like a mother bird gives to comfort a chick. "Sorrow, yes. Must be happy!"
"I don't know if I can be happy," he answered sadly.
"Can!" the phoenix shouted. "Can and will!"
Harry widened his eyes a bit. "Alright," he said, thinking that if the phoenix wanted him to brighten up that much, he'd have to. "I'll try."
"Try not good enough!" the bird cried. "Must!"
Harry watched the phoenix warily. It sure was stubborn. He was about to reply, but then the door opened. Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling merrily, smiled down at Harry.
"Harry," Dumbledore greeted him,"it's nice to see you again. What were you doing right
now?"
"I..uh..." stammered Harry nervously, and he pulled his collar a bit. "I was talking to your doorknocker, sir." Harry tried not to think of how stupid that sounded to his ears.
"Oh?" inquired Dumbledore. "So, you've already met Trilene?"
"Yes, Professor," replied Harry.
"Well, Trilene is a bit stubborn," said Dumbledore, amused at the day's events. "She's a bit of a fanatic when it comes to people being happy."
"Yeah, I can see that," muttered Harry under his breath.
"Come in," said Dumbledore, indicating the interior of the mansion.
Harry stepped inside, and gaped at the interior of the mansion. It was dimlitted inside, for a chandelier hung above, and candles were scattered here and there. The chandelier glittered in the sunlight, tinkling softly as a small breeze blew by.
Magical lights shone from metal braziers that hung on the stone walls. Halls connected to
the main lobby, and tapestries of times long ago and enchanted paintings covered the
walls, giving it a weird feeling.
"I'll show you your room," said Dumbledore, gesturing toward one of the halls on the left of the lobby.
He started walking toward the corridor, and Harry had to run a bit to catch up. Dumbledore started talking about the mansion itself.
"That painting over there," he said, pointing to a woman dressed in low-cut victorian style dress, "is Ashy Potter, one of your ancestors, Harry. She was of the Gryffindor line."
"That tapestry over there," continued Dumbledore, but Harry wasn't paying any attention anymore. He tuned out the sound of Dumbledore's voice, and thought about the dreams he had been having. Suddenly, he caught the tail end of the explanation of a tapestry Dumbledore was talking about.
"-ffindor was the one who propehcied this, you know. He was a Seer, a person who can see the future sometimes." Dumbledore explained.
"Could you repeat that Professor?" asked Harry, and they stopped in front of the tapestry.
The tapestry was of a black unicorn standing in a grey void, surrounded by fire. At the bottom, there was writing, but all Harry could make out was, ir of G, 00 ye, and, pion against D. Harry couldn't read all the words, just letters and numbers.
"This tapestry was made after Gryffindor made a prophecy about a black unicorn. He was a Seer, and could see the future at some times, and apparently, this one was of the future." repeated Dumbledore. "Unfortunately, due to age and bad conditions, we wizards can not read what is stiched into the bottom, so I do not really have an explanation for this tapestry."
Harry realized that this black unicorn was the one he saw in his dream! But how could have Gryffindor predicted this so far in the past?
"We're here," annouced Dumbledore, and Harry stopped walking.
They had stopped in front of a sturdy wooden door made of oak, with a brass door knocker. It was shaped like a phoenix head, too.
Harry eyed the door knocked warily, wondering if this one talked as well.
Dumbledore probably saw the look, for he chuckled in amusement. "This one doesn't talk," he said,"It's just enchanted. In order to open the door, say phoenix!"
The last word Dumbledore had said was a chirp of some sort, yet Harry found that he could understand!
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "You are a Seer, Harry, and you can speak to phoenixes."
"Bu. . but how?" inquired Harry.
"You are the last heir of Gryffindor, and these gifts are passed down Gryffindor's line." Dumbledore replied. "Phoenix!" he shouted, and the door swung open.
Dumbledore left Harry to his own devices, while he returned to his own chambers. He had kept close watch on the boy since he had stepped inside the mansion. Harry's reaction to that certain tapestry had fairly disturbed him. Black unicorns were very rare, considered extinct in this time and age. Considered a symbol of darkness, many witches and wizards hunted them to extinction. Pity really. They were remarkable creatures. Phoenixes were also amazing creatures in their own right. Trilene was somewhat odd herself. A phoenix in a doorknocker, who would of thought! But she always wanted people to be happy. Albus' parents before him had the doorknocker installed as a kind of defense and security system, but Albus and become fast friends with the talking doorknocker in his lonely life. She always tried to make him happy, but at that age, he was /truly/ a very depressed young boy. Ah, but it wasn't a good time to dwell on past memories. Hopefully Trilene could help Harry as she helped him in the future.
:I feel the urge for revision. . .:
By Magma
Chapter Two-Dumbledore
Harry took a moment to analyze his surroundings. A looming mansion made of grey stonewas right in front of him. It appeared he had landed in front of Dumbledore's mansion. Trees, grass, and flowers surrounded him, and birds twittered their songs of cheer.
"Well," Harry thought, "He certainly lives in a nice place."
Harry stood up, and brushed some of the dirt on his clothes off. He picked up his suitcase and Hedwig's cage, took a deep breath, and walked toward the mahogany wooden door that was the entrance. The heavy steel doorknocker was shaped like a phoenix's head, with the ring in the beak. Harry reached out to knock on the door, and suddenly, the doorknocker came to life!
The doorknocker asked him a question in a series of whistles and chirps, and to Harry's amazement, he could understand. And when he replied, he spoke the same language! The conversation went like this:
"Who you?" inquired the phoenix.
"I'm Harry Potter," he replied, still not quite comprehending the situation.
"You have sorrow surrounding you," the phoenix stated. "Go out to sun. Make you happy."
"Sorrow?" Harry asked, curious what the phoenix's response would be.
The phoenix made a consoling sound, like a mother bird gives to comfort a chick. "Sorrow, yes. Must be happy!"
"I don't know if I can be happy," he answered sadly.
"Can!" the phoenix shouted. "Can and will!"
Harry widened his eyes a bit. "Alright," he said, thinking that if the phoenix wanted him to brighten up that much, he'd have to. "I'll try."
"Try not good enough!" the bird cried. "Must!"
Harry watched the phoenix warily. It sure was stubborn. He was about to reply, but then the door opened. Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling merrily, smiled down at Harry.
"Harry," Dumbledore greeted him,"it's nice to see you again. What were you doing right
now?"
"I..uh..." stammered Harry nervously, and he pulled his collar a bit. "I was talking to your doorknocker, sir." Harry tried not to think of how stupid that sounded to his ears.
"Oh?" inquired Dumbledore. "So, you've already met Trilene?"
"Yes, Professor," replied Harry.
"Well, Trilene is a bit stubborn," said Dumbledore, amused at the day's events. "She's a bit of a fanatic when it comes to people being happy."
"Yeah, I can see that," muttered Harry under his breath.
"Come in," said Dumbledore, indicating the interior of the mansion.
Harry stepped inside, and gaped at the interior of the mansion. It was dimlitted inside, for a chandelier hung above, and candles were scattered here and there. The chandelier glittered in the sunlight, tinkling softly as a small breeze blew by.
Magical lights shone from metal braziers that hung on the stone walls. Halls connected to
the main lobby, and tapestries of times long ago and enchanted paintings covered the
walls, giving it a weird feeling.
"I'll show you your room," said Dumbledore, gesturing toward one of the halls on the left of the lobby.
He started walking toward the corridor, and Harry had to run a bit to catch up. Dumbledore started talking about the mansion itself.
"That painting over there," he said, pointing to a woman dressed in low-cut victorian style dress, "is Ashy Potter, one of your ancestors, Harry. She was of the Gryffindor line."
"That tapestry over there," continued Dumbledore, but Harry wasn't paying any attention anymore. He tuned out the sound of Dumbledore's voice, and thought about the dreams he had been having. Suddenly, he caught the tail end of the explanation of a tapestry Dumbledore was talking about.
"-ffindor was the one who propehcied this, you know. He was a Seer, a person who can see the future sometimes." Dumbledore explained.
"Could you repeat that Professor?" asked Harry, and they stopped in front of the tapestry.
The tapestry was of a black unicorn standing in a grey void, surrounded by fire. At the bottom, there was writing, but all Harry could make out was, ir of G, 00 ye, and, pion against D. Harry couldn't read all the words, just letters and numbers.
"This tapestry was made after Gryffindor made a prophecy about a black unicorn. He was a Seer, and could see the future at some times, and apparently, this one was of the future." repeated Dumbledore. "Unfortunately, due to age and bad conditions, we wizards can not read what is stiched into the bottom, so I do not really have an explanation for this tapestry."
Harry realized that this black unicorn was the one he saw in his dream! But how could have Gryffindor predicted this so far in the past?
"We're here," annouced Dumbledore, and Harry stopped walking.
They had stopped in front of a sturdy wooden door made of oak, with a brass door knocker. It was shaped like a phoenix head, too.
Harry eyed the door knocked warily, wondering if this one talked as well.
Dumbledore probably saw the look, for he chuckled in amusement. "This one doesn't talk," he said,"It's just enchanted. In order to open the door, say phoenix!"
The last word Dumbledore had said was a chirp of some sort, yet Harry found that he could understand!
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. "You are a Seer, Harry, and you can speak to phoenixes."
"Bu. . but how?" inquired Harry.
"You are the last heir of Gryffindor, and these gifts are passed down Gryffindor's line." Dumbledore replied. "Phoenix!" he shouted, and the door swung open.
Dumbledore left Harry to his own devices, while he returned to his own chambers. He had kept close watch on the boy since he had stepped inside the mansion. Harry's reaction to that certain tapestry had fairly disturbed him. Black unicorns were very rare, considered extinct in this time and age. Considered a symbol of darkness, many witches and wizards hunted them to extinction. Pity really. They were remarkable creatures. Phoenixes were also amazing creatures in their own right. Trilene was somewhat odd herself. A phoenix in a doorknocker, who would of thought! But she always wanted people to be happy. Albus' parents before him had the doorknocker installed as a kind of defense and security system, but Albus and become fast friends with the talking doorknocker in his lonely life. She always tried to make him happy, but at that age, he was /truly/ a very depressed young boy. Ah, but it wasn't a good time to dwell on past memories. Hopefully Trilene could help Harry as she helped him in the future.
:I feel the urge for revision. . .:
