Harry Potter and the City of Dreams
By Magma
Author's notes: I really sorry about how long it took me to update! School is killing me
now, with projects due, and report cards coming in! Gomen nasai for the delay! -_-; Also,
I've been working on my other stories, so I haven't had time. Thanks everybody for their
reviews! Please review this, I was typing this until 1:00 A.M. this morning! Ja ne! ^_^:
Chapter Five - My New DADA Teacher is Who?!
When Harry woke up the next morning, he awoke to the sound of Fawkes singing, and
could make out the repeating of the words sun, wake up, sky, healing, and clouds. When
Fawkes realized he was awake, he said to Harry,"Wake up already? Go out door.
Breakfast time."
Harry pulled himself out of bed, still wondering about Merlin, and dressed in a clean white
T-shirt, socks, shoes, and some jeans. Opening the chamber door, Harry peered outside.
Then he heard a voice squeaking out,"Harry Potter! I is Mony, and here is sirs breakfast!"
Harry looked downwards, and was surprised to find a house-elf beaming at him cheerfully.
This house-elf, Mony as he recalled, had a tomato nose, pointed ears, a short body, and
big, wide eyes. Mony struggled against the weight against the breakfast tray, but
managed to keep her balance. Harry took it from her, letting her not suffer so.
"Thanks," welcomed Harry, and then Mony disappeared in a flash. He looked down at the tray
in his hands. It had assorted cereals and fruits arranged on it. Harry decided to try some
of it all, and see what he like. He took the tray down the hall, to the dining room, and
found Professor Dumbledore already sitting there drinking some milk. As soon as Harry
appeared in the dining room, Dumbledore stood up, and handed Harry a newspaper, his
eyes twinkling merrily.
"Here, Harry," he said with a smile on his face. "I think you'll be interested in this article."
Harry, baffled, took the newspaper, and sat at the chair adjecent to Dumbledore's. To
his amazement, it was this day's edition of the Daily Prophet. But it wasn't the newspaper
that shocked Harry, it was the headline.
Across the front page of the Daily Prophet in every changing colors, the headline read:
Sirius Black Declared Innocent! (I don't know how to change the font without changing the rest of the story.)
By Ash Briar
Amazingly today, long-time convict, Sirius Black, was stated as innocent. This morning,
around 5:00 A.M., the presumed dead wizard, Peter Pettigrew, went to have a talk to the
Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge! It was revealed that the deaths of those 17 muggles
was Pettigrew's fault, and the reason that the Potter family died was because of him, not
Sirius Black! Pettigrew was led away to Azkaban, with an escort of Hit-wizards. Sirius
Black was declared innocent at around 6:00 this morning, and is said to already have a
buisness preposition. (How do you spell this?)
Harry let the newspaper fall from his hands, then joy registered in his mind. "Sirius is
finally free," he thought, "and I can go live with him!" He wanted to dance around the room,
for this feeling of euphoria Harry had at the moment was intoxicating.
"Harry," said Dumbledore quietly,"that buisness preposition the article talks about . . .
Sirius has accepted it. He is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
Harry's eyes widened in shock, and then his sensation of euphoria intensified. Now he
really wanted to dance around the room in joy. He decided he could show it in the form
of one of those light-spells Merlin had taught him, one of those that looked like fireworks.
Harry muttered a word under his breath quickly, then spread the fingers on his hands wide,
and aimed them at the ceiling. As he finished the spell, streams of translucent, multi-colored
light shot out of his fingers, and floated about the room on small breezes of air. He also
conjured up balls and streamers of blue light, his internal light, and let them float about
the room. Dumbledore watched in wonderment as streaks of blue of multi-colored energy
passed him by, whizzing and floating by, making the room light up like a million suns.
"Harry," he asked quietly, studing the streams of blue energy Harry had conjured. "How
did you make these?"
"Oh," Harry replied, still conjuring up even more lights. "this? I learned how to do this."
"Yes, but from whom?"inquired Dumbledore.
Harry paused a moment in creating lights. "You promise not to tell," he asked cautiously.
Dumbledore nodded in response. "Merlin taught me," he said quietly, then tears began to
involutarily form in his eyes, threatening to spill out in a storm, as he remebered happy
times with his one-time mentor.
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose with the intake of this statement. "How?"
"In my mind,"replied Harry, softly,"in my dreams."
"Perhaps he is our phoenix," thought Dumbledore,"for Merlin himself has come to teach
him. It is a likely possibility that he is."
~*~
Darkness surrounded him. . . enshrouding him, ensnaring him, protecting him. All he could see were shadows. He could pick out misty forms here and there, but the cell was too dark for him to tell a wall from a person. . .or a /creature/.
He shuddered in fear. But was it in fear of the creatures around him or of himself? He had felt a severe guilt upon seeing his former friend's son. He crushed him, bearing down upon him with all the sorrow of the past. So he repented on his sins, hoping his friend's son would find it in his heart to forgive him. Hoping. . .
Hope was all he had at the moment. Good memories didn't do any good. Thoughts were muddled from the overpowering presence of the creatures outside the cell. Pain didn't exist, only numbness. Hope was all he had. . .
A/N: Added the last 3 paragraphs to clear things up. Hope they helped.
By Magma
Author's notes: I really sorry about how long it took me to update! School is killing me
now, with projects due, and report cards coming in! Gomen nasai for the delay! -_-; Also,
I've been working on my other stories, so I haven't had time. Thanks everybody for their
reviews! Please review this, I was typing this until 1:00 A.M. this morning! Ja ne! ^_^:
Chapter Five - My New DADA Teacher is Who?!
When Harry woke up the next morning, he awoke to the sound of Fawkes singing, and
could make out the repeating of the words sun, wake up, sky, healing, and clouds. When
Fawkes realized he was awake, he said to Harry,"Wake up already? Go out door.
Breakfast time."
Harry pulled himself out of bed, still wondering about Merlin, and dressed in a clean white
T-shirt, socks, shoes, and some jeans. Opening the chamber door, Harry peered outside.
Then he heard a voice squeaking out,"Harry Potter! I is Mony, and here is sirs breakfast!"
Harry looked downwards, and was surprised to find a house-elf beaming at him cheerfully.
This house-elf, Mony as he recalled, had a tomato nose, pointed ears, a short body, and
big, wide eyes. Mony struggled against the weight against the breakfast tray, but
managed to keep her balance. Harry took it from her, letting her not suffer so.
"Thanks," welcomed Harry, and then Mony disappeared in a flash. He looked down at the tray
in his hands. It had assorted cereals and fruits arranged on it. Harry decided to try some
of it all, and see what he like. He took the tray down the hall, to the dining room, and
found Professor Dumbledore already sitting there drinking some milk. As soon as Harry
appeared in the dining room, Dumbledore stood up, and handed Harry a newspaper, his
eyes twinkling merrily.
"Here, Harry," he said with a smile on his face. "I think you'll be interested in this article."
Harry, baffled, took the newspaper, and sat at the chair adjecent to Dumbledore's. To
his amazement, it was this day's edition of the Daily Prophet. But it wasn't the newspaper
that shocked Harry, it was the headline.
Across the front page of the Daily Prophet in every changing colors, the headline read:
Sirius Black Declared Innocent! (I don't know how to change the font without changing the rest of the story.)
By Ash Briar
Amazingly today, long-time convict, Sirius Black, was stated as innocent. This morning,
around 5:00 A.M., the presumed dead wizard, Peter Pettigrew, went to have a talk to the
Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge! It was revealed that the deaths of those 17 muggles
was Pettigrew's fault, and the reason that the Potter family died was because of him, not
Sirius Black! Pettigrew was led away to Azkaban, with an escort of Hit-wizards. Sirius
Black was declared innocent at around 6:00 this morning, and is said to already have a
buisness preposition. (How do you spell this?)
Harry let the newspaper fall from his hands, then joy registered in his mind. "Sirius is
finally free," he thought, "and I can go live with him!" He wanted to dance around the room,
for this feeling of euphoria Harry had at the moment was intoxicating.
"Harry," said Dumbledore quietly,"that buisness preposition the article talks about . . .
Sirius has accepted it. He is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
Harry's eyes widened in shock, and then his sensation of euphoria intensified. Now he
really wanted to dance around the room in joy. He decided he could show it in the form
of one of those light-spells Merlin had taught him, one of those that looked like fireworks.
Harry muttered a word under his breath quickly, then spread the fingers on his hands wide,
and aimed them at the ceiling. As he finished the spell, streams of translucent, multi-colored
light shot out of his fingers, and floated about the room on small breezes of air. He also
conjured up balls and streamers of blue light, his internal light, and let them float about
the room. Dumbledore watched in wonderment as streaks of blue of multi-colored energy
passed him by, whizzing and floating by, making the room light up like a million suns.
"Harry," he asked quietly, studing the streams of blue energy Harry had conjured. "How
did you make these?"
"Oh," Harry replied, still conjuring up even more lights. "this? I learned how to do this."
"Yes, but from whom?"inquired Dumbledore.
Harry paused a moment in creating lights. "You promise not to tell," he asked cautiously.
Dumbledore nodded in response. "Merlin taught me," he said quietly, then tears began to
involutarily form in his eyes, threatening to spill out in a storm, as he remebered happy
times with his one-time mentor.
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose with the intake of this statement. "How?"
"In my mind,"replied Harry, softly,"in my dreams."
"Perhaps he is our phoenix," thought Dumbledore,"for Merlin himself has come to teach
him. It is a likely possibility that he is."
~*~
Darkness surrounded him. . . enshrouding him, ensnaring him, protecting him. All he could see were shadows. He could pick out misty forms here and there, but the cell was too dark for him to tell a wall from a person. . .or a /creature/.
He shuddered in fear. But was it in fear of the creatures around him or of himself? He had felt a severe guilt upon seeing his former friend's son. He crushed him, bearing down upon him with all the sorrow of the past. So he repented on his sins, hoping his friend's son would find it in his heart to forgive him. Hoping. . .
Hope was all he had at the moment. Good memories didn't do any good. Thoughts were muddled from the overpowering presence of the creatures outside the cell. Pain didn't exist, only numbness. Hope was all he had. . .
A/N: Added the last 3 paragraphs to clear things up. Hope they helped.
