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Harry Potter and the War of Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was in his office when he recieved the note. It was from Arabella Figg, Harry's neighbour in Privet Drive, explaining that he had not been seen at the Dursley residence since Monday morning. The letter from Dumbledore was found lying open, on the floor.
This raised many questions, as if Harry had read the letter, he would never have gone against Dumbledore's wishes. Which led him to believe that Harry hadn't read it - but then, how was it open, scattered on the floor?
Dumbledore had already admitted to himself that it was a foolish thing to do; telling Harry about Voldermort and his Secret Keeper in a letter, but truth be told, Dumbledore hadn't a choice. It would have taken too much precious time to travel there in person, let alone dangerous. For himself, and Harry. And yet, was there another way? No - there wasn't. His main task now was to find Harry, and to pray to God that Voldermort hadn't found him.
Dumbledore was wiping the sweat from his brow when Remus Lupin and Sirius Black came bursting through the doors of his office. Dumbledore looked up at them mildly, gesturing them to sit down.
Remus sat down immediately leaving Sirius standing.
"Is it true?" Sirius demanded, looking Dumbledore straight in the eye. "Is Harry missing?" There was a trembling evident in his voice. Remus felt moved with pity.
Dumbledore sighed. "I'm sorry Sirius,"
At this point Sirius slouched down into a chair, face falling in despair.
"Sirius, we're doing all we can. We'll find him, sooner or later. We will."
Sirius buried his face in his hands and took in a deep breath. When he sat up again, he looked resigned.
"I want to help," Dumbledore was about to speak but Sirius pushed on, " No, listen! Please…I've failed Lily and James, no Remus it WAS my fault. It was all my fault. The least I can do for Harry is to help look for him."
Dumbledore's blue eyes softened, yet he said,
"Sirius, how would Harry feel if he knew you were putting YOUR safety on the line for him, and then you got yourself arrested again. How would that make him feel? Just stay here, and keep calm. There are plenty out there already searching for him. One more won't make much difference."
"No, please - just listen to me, I'll hunt in my dog form, no one will ever know - "
Sirius was still talking when a dark feathered owl flew through the window. Dumbledore took the letter, and the owl flew away again, the tone of Sirius's
But Dumbledore wasn't listening. His form had frozen as he read the letter, paying little attention to Sirius' moaning. His eyes scanned the letter again. It was over, he thought. That was it. And it's gone… In a small matter of seconds, he had gone from normal, to incredibly old. His eyes had dimmed as he looked up at Sirius.
"What's happened…?" Remus asked cautiously, not knowing what the letter contained, but knowing it was grave.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, before hesitating. His eyes closed in sadness as he handed the letter to Remus.
Lupin grabbed the letter and opened it quickly. What he read made his blood run cold.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I'm writing to inform you that I have Harry Potter. If you don't face me tonight, I will kill him. This is no fake. The letter is a Port Key. Remember, meet with me - or Potter dies.
Yours sincerely
Lord Voldermort.
Remus, eyes blurred raised his head to look at Dumbledore, barely noticing Sirius ripping the letter out of his hands, and the sharp intake of breath that followed. He ventured out a hand to grasp Sirius's shoulder, as it shook with anger,
"Not again…" Sirius growled through clenched teeth. "Not like this…"
Sirius couldn't believe that this was happening. They had taken every step to secure Harry's safety; The Secret Keeper, the protections. And now, despite all that, Voldermort had him. And would kill him if they didn't go to him.
Sirius stood up abruptly, and nodded at Dumbledore. Dumbledore took a glance at Remus,
"Go and get Minerva, she'll be in her office. Severus must stay here, he mustn't go back to Voldermort. We will go and just hope that Voldermort keep his word…"
Remus nodded and swept out of the Headmaster's office, to find Minerva. As Dumbledore surveyed Sirius's bloodshot eyes, he ventured,
"We'll find him - and get him back."
Sirius said nothing, but turned away from Dumbledore to look out of the stone window. Dumbledore sighed. This would not be easy…
Deep in the dripping caves, a dark gloom hung in the air as the fire in the brackets crackled. Silhouetted against the wall was a short, trembling figure dropping black hair into a bulky cauldron. The potion fizzed and hissed into a blue/green colour.
A taller man came forward, took a gobletful of potion from the caldron and drank it down in one go. He omitted a small groan of pain as he double over, as his skin went from a pale white to a darker tan. He began to shrink, his long hair recoiling back into his scalp, leaving a messy crop. Pupils dilated and in a flash had turned from brown, to white, and finally to bright green.
The shadow of Harry Potter stood up, smiling evilly as Lord Voldermort surveyed the change, satisfied.
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Harry Potter and the War of Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was in his office when he recieved the note. It was from Arabella Figg, Harry's neighbour in Privet Drive, explaining that he had not been seen at the Dursley residence since Monday morning. The letter from Dumbledore was found lying open, on the floor.
This raised many questions, as if Harry had read the letter, he would never have gone against Dumbledore's wishes. Which led him to believe that Harry hadn't read it - but then, how was it open, scattered on the floor?
Dumbledore had already admitted to himself that it was a foolish thing to do; telling Harry about Voldermort and his Secret Keeper in a letter, but truth be told, Dumbledore hadn't a choice. It would have taken too much precious time to travel there in person, let alone dangerous. For himself, and Harry. And yet, was there another way? No - there wasn't. His main task now was to find Harry, and to pray to God that Voldermort hadn't found him.
Dumbledore was wiping the sweat from his brow when Remus Lupin and Sirius Black came bursting through the doors of his office. Dumbledore looked up at them mildly, gesturing them to sit down.
Remus sat down immediately leaving Sirius standing.
"Is it true?" Sirius demanded, looking Dumbledore straight in the eye. "Is Harry missing?" There was a trembling evident in his voice. Remus felt moved with pity.
Dumbledore sighed. "I'm sorry Sirius,"
At this point Sirius slouched down into a chair, face falling in despair.
"Sirius, we're doing all we can. We'll find him, sooner or later. We will."
Sirius buried his face in his hands and took in a deep breath. When he sat up again, he looked resigned.
"I want to help," Dumbledore was about to speak but Sirius pushed on, " No, listen! Please…I've failed Lily and James, no Remus it WAS my fault. It was all my fault. The least I can do for Harry is to help look for him."
Dumbledore's blue eyes softened, yet he said,
"Sirius, how would Harry feel if he knew you were putting YOUR safety on the line for him, and then you got yourself arrested again. How would that make him feel? Just stay here, and keep calm. There are plenty out there already searching for him. One more won't make much difference."
"No, please - just listen to me, I'll hunt in my dog form, no one will ever know - "
Sirius was still talking when a dark feathered owl flew through the window. Dumbledore took the letter, and the owl flew away again, the tone of Sirius's
But Dumbledore wasn't listening. His form had frozen as he read the letter, paying little attention to Sirius' moaning. His eyes scanned the letter again. It was over, he thought. That was it. And it's gone… In a small matter of seconds, he had gone from normal, to incredibly old. His eyes had dimmed as he looked up at Sirius.
"What's happened…?" Remus asked cautiously, not knowing what the letter contained, but knowing it was grave.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, before hesitating. His eyes closed in sadness as he handed the letter to Remus.
Lupin grabbed the letter and opened it quickly. What he read made his blood run cold.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I'm writing to inform you that I have Harry Potter. If you don't face me tonight, I will kill him. This is no fake. The letter is a Port Key. Remember, meet with me - or Potter dies.
Yours sincerely
Lord Voldermort.
Remus, eyes blurred raised his head to look at Dumbledore, barely noticing Sirius ripping the letter out of his hands, and the sharp intake of breath that followed. He ventured out a hand to grasp Sirius's shoulder, as it shook with anger,
"Not again…" Sirius growled through clenched teeth. "Not like this…"
Sirius couldn't believe that this was happening. They had taken every step to secure Harry's safety; The Secret Keeper, the protections. And now, despite all that, Voldermort had him. And would kill him if they didn't go to him.
Sirius stood up abruptly, and nodded at Dumbledore. Dumbledore took a glance at Remus,
"Go and get Minerva, she'll be in her office. Severus must stay here, he mustn't go back to Voldermort. We will go and just hope that Voldermort keep his word…"
Remus nodded and swept out of the Headmaster's office, to find Minerva. As Dumbledore surveyed Sirius's bloodshot eyes, he ventured,
"We'll find him - and get him back."
Sirius said nothing, but turned away from Dumbledore to look out of the stone window. Dumbledore sighed. This would not be easy…
Deep in the dripping caves, a dark gloom hung in the air as the fire in the brackets crackled. Silhouetted against the wall was a short, trembling figure dropping black hair into a bulky cauldron. The potion fizzed and hissed into a blue/green colour.
A taller man came forward, took a gobletful of potion from the caldron and drank it down in one go. He omitted a small groan of pain as he double over, as his skin went from a pale white to a darker tan. He began to shrink, his long hair recoiling back into his scalp, leaving a messy crop. Pupils dilated and in a flash had turned from brown, to white, and finally to bright green.
The shadow of Harry Potter stood up, smiling evilly as Lord Voldermort surveyed the change, satisfied.
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