Disclaimer: um hello again! erm ok I don't own any of the characters except
Stewart, the owl/Lewd Xaven. ok well heres chapt.5
Chapter 5: The Other Side of the Door
the other side of the door that was in the dream
Once again, Harry ran to his mother and hugged her, with the same joy he had had in the dream. Except now it wasn't a dream.
"Hello, Mum. We'll be getting those books later, eh?" Harry said.
"Yes, wouldn't want you to go to Hogwarts without some of the required items," Harry's mother said.
"Especially with that Severus watching you like he does." Harry's dad said as Harry came over to him and hugged him. "Harry-Please," James Potter said, almost suffocating from Harry's tight hugs, "I'm going to lose the game."
"You'll lose the game anyways, dad," Harry said. Then, knowing he had just told his dad that he was going to lose the game, Harry added, "You know- Sirius needs to win once in a while and he looks pretty close."
"Thank you, Harry." Sirius said. "Because what you said is right! Checkmate! Woohoo!" And Sirius got up and danced around.
"You'd better get going with Ron- He's waiting impatiently," Harry's mum said, interrupting the small celebration. Harry nodded, kissed all of them and backed away to where Ron stood, feeling disappointed at not being able to stay longer.
Ron greeted him with, "Geez, you'll see them in a while," and they began to walk. Harry looked up at a tree nearby where a red owl was hooting. Harry frowned as Ron babbled. The red owl looked at him, it's green eyes glimmering, and Harry could almost make out the bird grinning and even winking.
"Yes Harry, a nice owl. Look, you can throw a rock at it another day. What's really important is how Hermione's going to react when I tell her I love her."
Harry took his eyes off the bird. "She'll be surprised. Not in a scared way of course, in a happy 'I love you too, Ron' way." Harry said bluntly, so that Ron would stop chattering.
"Really?" Ron said and he smiled." Great! Well of course I won't tell her in front of you and Parvati."
"Yeah, whatever, look can you tell her I want to break up? Yep yep she's-annoying." Harry was beginning to expect Voldemort anytime soon and turned his head vigorously at any sound.
"What *are* you doing? You look stupid." Ron said as Harry looked behind himself. And wow was this Ron- honest- and kind of annoying.
"Just expecting Vo-," Harry stopped, searched for a word and then blurted out "mit."
"Vo-mit? Vomit? Why?" Ron said, frowning. "Are you sick? You want me to get you a sack or something?"
"No nothing- its-"
"Do I look like vomit?" Ron asked, with a little scared voice." My clothes- my face? If I look like vomit I'll want to vomit!"
"No Ron! Uh, nothing so.," Harry tried a different topic. "So you're rich?"
"Harry- are you okay?" Ron said confused and concerned." You're being awfully strange."
"I'm fine just-," Harry said looking behind him. When he turned back, Ron was gone. "Finally."
Then Voldemort covered his mouth and they started walking. "Hello- again." He grabbed Harry by his clothes and dragged him to walk faster. "I know, here we are again and things pretty much feel the same, except for you knowing what's going to happen. And where did that vomit thing come from? Anyway, so let's change it a bit shall we?"
Voldemort disappeared, and Harry was left standing by himself. Ahead there was a door in the middle of the street. He went to it and walked around it, without opening it. It was just a door- standing there. Harry opened it, and inside he saw Ron and Hermione searching in the shelves of the Restricted Section in the library." Ron- Hermione!" Harry yelled, running through the door to them. They didn't hear him. Harry looked behind him and saw that the door was gone. He seemed to be frozen in his spot. He listened to Ron and Hermione.
"Here! Finally something bloody good," and Ron laid a big old book down on a table. "A door appears at Hogwarts whenever there's an eclipse. An old tall one, near the potions dungeon."
"What?! I can't believe that wasn't in *Hogwarts, A History*!" Hermione exclaimed. Ron raised an eyebrow.
"So-," Hermione continued abashed, "What does the door do?"
Ron read more from the book: "The door was made to make things clearer for people who deserve it. Whoever goes into it faces his worst enemy who makes things clearer for the person. The door also can tell the future. blah blah, stuff we don't need to know. oh hey. the door warns the person when it's coming. sometimes in the form of a dream."
"That's why Harry dreamed about the door... it was warning him that it was coming.," Hermione whispered.
"I wonder why Malfoy wasn't Harry's worst enemy," Ron joked. Hermione smiled. They stared at each other for a while, gazing into each other's eyes as Harry rolled his.
Then Hermione covered her eyes with her hands. "Ron-"
"Yeah, I know-"
"Okay-"
"Nope we aren't going there-"
Hermione uncovered them and sighed. "We have to go. To the potions dungeon. I bet it will be there. The brew of Trevnoc, I mean," and with her wand Hermione copied some pages of the book and they left, uncomfortable.
Harry was soon in a dark dungeon, with chains around his hands. Voldemort appeared.
"Looks like your friends have *some* control over their feelings."
"Is that all- can I go now?"
"Harry- there is still much that you haven't found out. Yet."
A small square screen appeared like a TV, and Harry saw Stewart's face. "Aren't you curious about that little idiot boy? 'It's coming Harry and I don't know a thing about it! It haunts me and scares me and all I can do is wish you good luck because it's coming today!" Voldemort mimicked Stewart's voice.
"Stewart-"
"He's just an innocent Gryffindor! Hah! But look what he has done! His grief for his father's sickness caused him to be persuaded into opening the cage! Lewd Xaven will become human once more and he will try to bring down all of evil *and* all of good!"
"No." Harry shook his head in disbelief. But then on the screen he watched Stewart's hand slowly unlock a gold cage. Inside was the owl.
"No Voldemort! You're lying!" Harry said, knowing he was probably not.
"Really?" Voldemort asked as the screen disappeared. "Well- then ask him yourself-."
Once again there was a light flash, and Harry appeared outside the door. Without thought, he ran to the Potions dungeon where he suspected Hermione and Ron would be by now.
And then Harry saw it. In the potions dungeon, Hermione and Ron lay on the ground, Hermione clutching some papers. Stewart, bruised and crying was sitting on the ground next to Ron and Hermione. And Snape, breathing hard, was being held by a guy, dark and as evil looking as Voldemort was. He looked about Snape's age perhaps. This guy was holding Snape's robes near his collar.
And Harry supposed this evil person was Lewd Xaven.
I will try to write chapter 6 soon, sorry I left it there at that spot. This story is almost done so read/review till the end!
Chapter 5: The Other Side of the Door
the other side of the door that was in the dream
Once again, Harry ran to his mother and hugged her, with the same joy he had had in the dream. Except now it wasn't a dream.
"Hello, Mum. We'll be getting those books later, eh?" Harry said.
"Yes, wouldn't want you to go to Hogwarts without some of the required items," Harry's mother said.
"Especially with that Severus watching you like he does." Harry's dad said as Harry came over to him and hugged him. "Harry-Please," James Potter said, almost suffocating from Harry's tight hugs, "I'm going to lose the game."
"You'll lose the game anyways, dad," Harry said. Then, knowing he had just told his dad that he was going to lose the game, Harry added, "You know- Sirius needs to win once in a while and he looks pretty close."
"Thank you, Harry." Sirius said. "Because what you said is right! Checkmate! Woohoo!" And Sirius got up and danced around.
"You'd better get going with Ron- He's waiting impatiently," Harry's mum said, interrupting the small celebration. Harry nodded, kissed all of them and backed away to where Ron stood, feeling disappointed at not being able to stay longer.
Ron greeted him with, "Geez, you'll see them in a while," and they began to walk. Harry looked up at a tree nearby where a red owl was hooting. Harry frowned as Ron babbled. The red owl looked at him, it's green eyes glimmering, and Harry could almost make out the bird grinning and even winking.
"Yes Harry, a nice owl. Look, you can throw a rock at it another day. What's really important is how Hermione's going to react when I tell her I love her."
Harry took his eyes off the bird. "She'll be surprised. Not in a scared way of course, in a happy 'I love you too, Ron' way." Harry said bluntly, so that Ron would stop chattering.
"Really?" Ron said and he smiled." Great! Well of course I won't tell her in front of you and Parvati."
"Yeah, whatever, look can you tell her I want to break up? Yep yep she's-annoying." Harry was beginning to expect Voldemort anytime soon and turned his head vigorously at any sound.
"What *are* you doing? You look stupid." Ron said as Harry looked behind himself. And wow was this Ron- honest- and kind of annoying.
"Just expecting Vo-," Harry stopped, searched for a word and then blurted out "mit."
"Vo-mit? Vomit? Why?" Ron said, frowning. "Are you sick? You want me to get you a sack or something?"
"No nothing- its-"
"Do I look like vomit?" Ron asked, with a little scared voice." My clothes- my face? If I look like vomit I'll want to vomit!"
"No Ron! Uh, nothing so.," Harry tried a different topic. "So you're rich?"
"Harry- are you okay?" Ron said confused and concerned." You're being awfully strange."
"I'm fine just-," Harry said looking behind him. When he turned back, Ron was gone. "Finally."
Then Voldemort covered his mouth and they started walking. "Hello- again." He grabbed Harry by his clothes and dragged him to walk faster. "I know, here we are again and things pretty much feel the same, except for you knowing what's going to happen. And where did that vomit thing come from? Anyway, so let's change it a bit shall we?"
Voldemort disappeared, and Harry was left standing by himself. Ahead there was a door in the middle of the street. He went to it and walked around it, without opening it. It was just a door- standing there. Harry opened it, and inside he saw Ron and Hermione searching in the shelves of the Restricted Section in the library." Ron- Hermione!" Harry yelled, running through the door to them. They didn't hear him. Harry looked behind him and saw that the door was gone. He seemed to be frozen in his spot. He listened to Ron and Hermione.
"Here! Finally something bloody good," and Ron laid a big old book down on a table. "A door appears at Hogwarts whenever there's an eclipse. An old tall one, near the potions dungeon."
"What?! I can't believe that wasn't in *Hogwarts, A History*!" Hermione exclaimed. Ron raised an eyebrow.
"So-," Hermione continued abashed, "What does the door do?"
Ron read more from the book: "The door was made to make things clearer for people who deserve it. Whoever goes into it faces his worst enemy who makes things clearer for the person. The door also can tell the future. blah blah, stuff we don't need to know. oh hey. the door warns the person when it's coming. sometimes in the form of a dream."
"That's why Harry dreamed about the door... it was warning him that it was coming.," Hermione whispered.
"I wonder why Malfoy wasn't Harry's worst enemy," Ron joked. Hermione smiled. They stared at each other for a while, gazing into each other's eyes as Harry rolled his.
Then Hermione covered her eyes with her hands. "Ron-"
"Yeah, I know-"
"Okay-"
"Nope we aren't going there-"
Hermione uncovered them and sighed. "We have to go. To the potions dungeon. I bet it will be there. The brew of Trevnoc, I mean," and with her wand Hermione copied some pages of the book and they left, uncomfortable.
Harry was soon in a dark dungeon, with chains around his hands. Voldemort appeared.
"Looks like your friends have *some* control over their feelings."
"Is that all- can I go now?"
"Harry- there is still much that you haven't found out. Yet."
A small square screen appeared like a TV, and Harry saw Stewart's face. "Aren't you curious about that little idiot boy? 'It's coming Harry and I don't know a thing about it! It haunts me and scares me and all I can do is wish you good luck because it's coming today!" Voldemort mimicked Stewart's voice.
"Stewart-"
"He's just an innocent Gryffindor! Hah! But look what he has done! His grief for his father's sickness caused him to be persuaded into opening the cage! Lewd Xaven will become human once more and he will try to bring down all of evil *and* all of good!"
"No." Harry shook his head in disbelief. But then on the screen he watched Stewart's hand slowly unlock a gold cage. Inside was the owl.
"No Voldemort! You're lying!" Harry said, knowing he was probably not.
"Really?" Voldemort asked as the screen disappeared. "Well- then ask him yourself-."
Once again there was a light flash, and Harry appeared outside the door. Without thought, he ran to the Potions dungeon where he suspected Hermione and Ron would be by now.
And then Harry saw it. In the potions dungeon, Hermione and Ron lay on the ground, Hermione clutching some papers. Stewart, bruised and crying was sitting on the ground next to Ron and Hermione. And Snape, breathing hard, was being held by a guy, dark and as evil looking as Voldemort was. He looked about Snape's age perhaps. This guy was holding Snape's robes near his collar.
And Harry supposed this evil person was Lewd Xaven.
I will try to write chapter 6 soon, sorry I left it there at that spot. This story is almost done so read/review till the end!
