Harry Potter and the Curse of Gryffindor
Ch.7 Now introducing...
Previously....
"Hello kitty, looking for someone?"
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Jameth didn't even have time to register the evil voice when it spoke again.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Jameth's black panther body hit the ground as the death eater walked away, chuckling as he thought of the rewards his master would give him. However, the man failed to look behind him at the seemingly dead boy and therefore missed the miracle that would change everything.
The panther's body began to glow with an eerie white light as it floated in the air. Tendrils of the ethereal light wafted gently out, casting the ground with warm, soft magic as it moved.The light began to to form an opaque bubble, enclosing him into the white golden light. The coloring reached a blinding peak before, with a loud burst of music suspiciously sounding like a phoenix's, it popped and instead of one dead panther falling out, three very alive boys fell out. They lay motionless on the ground, spread carelessly around.
The death eater never turned around.
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Lucius Malfoy walked to where he was sure Lord Voldemort was with a little dance in his step. He was truly insane, although at the moment very happy for the fact that he had finally destroyed that retched Potter boy. That boy had done nothing but cause him trouble starting with him being born. He snarled in disgust at the thought of the boy's parents but than smiled again with the memory of the boy being dead.
He knew the panther was Harry Potter, although the magic signal was a little off, the power level was right and now regular anther was that strong. It was a shame, such a strong beast like that could have been useful to the dark side; unfortunelty he would have been nearly impossible to turn. Lucius shrugged to himself and kept walking to where his master was currently in the middle of a duel with none other than the famous muggle lover himself, Albus Dumbledore.
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Voldemort saw Lucius Malfoy enter the clearing where he and Dumbledore were partaking their duel. All over some stupid common wizard too. He smiled at Lucius and called out to his faithful death eater.
"Lucius, what have you to report?"
"My lord, the Potter boy is dead. I killed him myself."
Dumbledore froze at this. It couldn't be. The light side's only hope against the dark lord, gone?
Voldemort began to laugh a cold mirthless laugh.
"See Dumbledore. See what happens when you try to fight me? I think i'll let you go. you can inform the public that golden boy is dead." He began to laugh once more and Dumbledore disapparated back to the entrance to the school.
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Staff members surrounded him as he made his way back into the school. A depression swept through the school as students crowded in the Great Hall began to feel as though something wasn't right. All those in the presence of Albus Dumbledore knew what had happened even before it had. They had all known it was coming and most of the staff were holding back tears if not already crying at the loss of such a great kid. He had been more special than he knew and he had never gotten to find out.
Guilt hung in the air like a huge ugly banner. It wiggled itself infront of the teacher's faces, making the attitude in the hallway more deppressing. They walked into the great hall where all the chatter instantly died on people's lips. The teachers seated themselves at the staff table and Dubmledore stood up.
"Tonight,Hogwarts has encountered a great loss. During an attack on a town tonight, Harry Potter got himself mixed up in the battle and was killed. I cannot stress the importance of being prepared and telling someone if something happens. Harry went to the town to save a wizard and instead, got himself killed by a death eater. This is a time-"
He got no farther as the doors suddenly burst open and two people strolled in, helping a third that was stationed between them.
"Well hi everyone. Geez, ya'll look like someone died." The male on the left looked around and turned to the teachers table.
"Hello, I'm Jameth Harrison and the guy on the right is Harris Jameson. We're the new exchange students from Medusin Academy. What in the world is wrong with you people?"
"Uhh Jameth, I think they think someones dead." Jameth turned to the nearest girl and asked her who they thought had died. He turned out to be asking Hermione who was in tears. She looked up at them in disgust before answering.
"Harry Potter died you jerks. Show somew respect." She burst into fresh tears.
"I'm not dead." The guy in the middle had decided to speak, albeit quietly. The guy lifted his head slowly and the cloak covering him fell back.
It was Harry. The hall was silent as he smiled and leaned heavily on Jameth and Harris, as if hurt which, coincidentally, he was. It was Morgana that broke the silence. She jumped up and ran to him, enfolding him into a huge hug which sent the two of them crashing to the floor and hugging tightly, not caring who saw them now. This seemed to break the defening silence that had once captivated the hall and its occupants.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all rushed forwards as well and crashed on Harry as well. Tears seemed to be prominent amongst the room as Professor Dumbledore and Mcgonagall raced over to Harry and the two "exchange students". Jameth and Harris stepped back and observed the situation, than bursting into histerical laughter.
"Hey, I can hear you guys. SHUT UP!" Harry's voice was commanding yet it had no effect on the laughing pair.
"Can someone help me here? I can't breathe!"
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny got off of Harry but Morgana refused to let him go. He shrugged and Harris and Jameth helped him up carefully. When the avada Kedavra had hit them, Harry had taken control of his body right before it hit and had taken most of the curse. His body felt very weak right now and his scar throbbed furiously, but he didn't want to leave and go to the hospital wing because Madam Pomfrey would force him to sleep and sleeping was a bad thing for him.
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The unlikely group left the great hall, leaving a mass of stunned students and proffesors in their wake. Jameth and Harris has left right after introducing themselves and Harry knew someone would be coming after them shortly. Just a few steps out the of the great hall, Harry heard oncoming footsteps and motioned for everyone to stop to see who it was. He was amazed at how well he seemed to be aware of everything, considering that he couldn't save the wizard. Thinking of that led to a black cloud hovering ominously above his head.
"Mr. Potter, what in the world happened?" Proffesor Mcgonagall marched up to the group, Dumbledore and the rest of the staff following closely behind her.
"Yes, Harry. The last I had heard, you were dead. Would you care to explain that assumption or where you were up until five minutes ago?" Proffesor Dumbledore's words were stern but caring. His blue eyes had begun to twinkle again and he looked younger.
Harry looked at Harris for support. Dumbledore followed his gaze and looked Jameth and Harris over carefully.
"And would you two care to explain how you know Harry and where you two really came from. I was not aware of any academy under that name nor the fact that Hogwarts was supposed to have two knew exchange students."
Harris and Jameth exchanged glances before looking over to Harry. He was clearly in pain but seemed to be enjoying this. He smirked at them before looking away, leaving the two to fend for themselves.
"Well, um, you see-"
"It's all Harry's fault sir. He put us up to this! He's manipulative and kiniving and rude." Jameth accented his statement with a loud headshake as if to prove his point.
Morgana, who had been silently clinging to Harry, frowned and whispered in Harry's ear.
"Is that who I think it is? Is that Jameth and Harris?"
"Yup. When Avalon was destroyed, The essence of those two were mixed into my body. I've had two people living in my head for the past fifteen years."
"Killer headache!"
Harry snorted with laughter as Hermione and Ron looked closely at him. Ron looked like he wanted to say something but stopped as Harry spoke up.
"Um, sir? Maybe we should go to your office and explain all of this."
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Mr. Potter are you okay with going with us. Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" All of the group suddenly seemed to realize how bad Harry looked. Harry himself gazed at his body with distaste.
"Um, I'm fine sir. Let's go."
The group of teachers and students made their way to the stone gargoyle. Dumbledore said the password "Jujubes" and the group followed. Once inside, a mass of chairs were conjured and all the students took a seat. Harry carefully eased into his and bit his lip. He glanced over at Jameth and Harris and tried to figure out what to tell everyone. They couldn't very well tell the truth to everyone in the room. They'd probably be sent to St. Mungo's for saying it.
"Well sir," Harry started.
"Um Sir, We all met when we were in primary school. Um, we were all very good friends and after Jameth and I moved, we kept in touch with Harry. When we all found out we were wizards we managed to tell one another. Jameth and I went to Durmstrang but we hated it there. They spend more time teaching us how to perform dark arts than how to defend them. So, we ran away, and apparated to here. Durmstang students learn how to apparate at a younger age. And that's pretty much it sir." Harris finished his tale and looked at Harry. Harry nodded and looked at Proffesor Dumbledore.
"Interesting. Well, I suppose I'll have to register you two and get you sorted. Would everyone except for Harris, Jameth, and Harry please leave the room. Teachers if you could get back to the Great Hall and students also? Thankyou."
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry before shrugging and walking out. Morgana still refused to let go of Harry until Hermione dragged her away, promising that Harry was fine and that he would be back in a little bit. Proffesor Dumbledore waited until everyone was out of the room before addressing the three boys.
"Now, although that was quite an intelligent lie you three created, I would appreciate it immensly if I was able to hear the truth."
Harry looked at Jameth and Harris before sighing and speaking up.
"YOu see sir, you know about the story of Avalon right? How there is a legend that all the people of Avalon were cast into the future when it was destroyed?" Dumbledore shook his head in an affirmative.
"Well, that's not actually a legend. A powerful sorcerer sent everyone forward in time to be born. When he went to send the king of Avalon, the seer and imself however, He accidentally sealed the King and the Seer inside of himself before sending everyone into the future. So the sorcerer was born again every century with two other people inside of him. The only way to seperate the three of them was to kill the sorcerer which would bring forth the other two. No one could seem to get it right so the king and the seer remained inside of the sorcerer." Harry stopped to catch his breath and Harris picked up the tale.
"You see sir, I was actually the seer and Jameth was the king. Harry here was the sorcerer and for the last fifteen years, we've been stuck inside of him. He's known about us for a little while and when the attack on Godric's Hollow happened, He apparated there. One of the Death Eaters shot the killing curse at him and it seperated the three of us."
Dumbledore sat, pensively. He looked up to see all three boys watching him. As absurd as the tale seemed, Dumbledore felt inclined to believe them all.
"And Morgana?" He asked. "How does she really know you Harry?"
Harry looked sheepish. "Well sir, when we lived in Avalon, she was my sister. She wasn't reborn my sister but she remebered who she was and who I was. She was seventeen when we all died so I guess she missed me. Hence the fact that she was hanging on me."
Dumbledore nodded again."Very well. Harris, Jameth? Why don't you try the sorting hat on right now." Both boys nodded.
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A/N. YEAH!!!!! I GOT THE CHAPTER DONE!!!! THANK YOU TO MY BETA-READER WHO KICKS A**!!!
Ok people. POLL TIME!!! I need to know what you housed you all think Harris and Jameth should be in. Seperate houses are okay. The first couple of people to tell me what houses Harris and Jameth should go into, I'll put them in those houses. Now, whne you review you have to give me reasons on why you think they should go into what houses. I know there's not a whole lot of info on them but if you do this than I have better personalities to work on for them. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!! *Zara*