Seeing the Invisible 5-
Disclaimer: Everything you are familiar with from the HP books obviously belongs to J.K Rowling. Anything else (along with this ridiculous plot) is mine. Thank you for reading, please please please review.
Professor Dumbledore paced his study ( that he had magically dried out and pieced back together), holding an empty glass jar that looked very old, due to the fact that the glass was completely fogged with minute scratches. Wand in one hand, the jar in the other, Dumbledore circled the desk, pausing every so often to add a thought to his penseive. Finally, after ages of pacing and thinking, he dropped the jar on his chair and hurtled off to the library.
~
Late in the afternoon, Farrell returned to the Gryffindor common room, torn between fear of bad news about her friends and fellow students, and joy about having found a member of her family at last. The fear easily conquered the joy, and when it truly hit her, she ran full speed down the hallway. Unfortunately, (or rather, quite fortunately for Farrell) she ran headlong into someone at top-notch speed.
" ARG!"
"OW!"
Farrell looked up, rubbing her head, but to her delight, the person she'd knocked into (for the second time in a year) was Harry. She flung herself on him, holding him tightly.
"Farrell?"
"Harry! I was so worried, we didn't see you come out of the water, I couldn't find you or Ron or Hermione anywhere, I...I thought you'd drowned," she cried, trying to compose herself but failing horribly.
"Shh...don't get upset. We're all fine. We were scared to death about you, though. You weren't on the roll list and you didn't show up in the dorm and I was just on my way to McGonagall's office to report you missing. Where were you?" said Harry, trying to calm her down.
Farrell sniffed and leaned back, " I'm surprised you didn't notice us. Min- er.. McGonagall and I created a flying contraption out of a bathroom door and flew through the storm, pointing out the swimming people to the rescuers on broomsticks."
"well, if I'd seen that I would have known. But I was quite busy trying to stay afloat when George Weasley came and yanked me out of the water. I'm pretty sure that I was unconscious for most of the night."
Then Harry stood up and took Farrell's hand, leading her back to the common room. On the way there, he told her of how Hermione and Ron had actually been outside in the courtyard at the time, so they could see the inside of the hall filling with water, and took that as their hint to get out of there quick, knowing there was nothing to be done by going inside and drowning themselves. So they had ran all the way to the quidditch pitch and taken two old shooting stars from the broom shed, gotten on them, and rode up to the rooftop. That was how Fred and George had gotten brooms on which to rescue people on.
When they arrived in the common room, it was packed full of people. Professor Flitwick and Nearly Headless Nick were patrolling around, helping with what they could. When they got there, Ron and Hermione were waiting for them at the door. Upon seeing the two of them, Farrell burst into laughter.
They were both wrapped in huge quilts, and Hermione was holding a goblet. The part that made Farrell laugh was the fact that from under each side of Ron's fiery red hair (rather spiky from drying wet and uncombed like that) sprouted two thick streams of smoke. Hermione hadn't seemed to have drank her whole potion, so from her ears emerged wispy little curls of steam.
"yes, well, hello to you too, Farrell," said Ron, looking at Farrell, doubled over in laughter.
When she regained her voice she gave them each a hug and said, " I'm so glad you're alright. Harry told me about what you did. It was very brave."
Ron beamed as Hermione rolled her eyes, " well, if you expect me to get on one of those ridiculous flying sticks again you're quite mistaken," she said, though she was clearly proud of doing it anyway.
When they began to talk again, Farrell remembered what she'd been so excited to tell them before. As usual, she remembered this right during a pause between people's sentences so she just jumped up and said, " Oh!"
Startled at the sudden noise, Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped too.
"Hermione, is the girls dorm empty now?" asked Farrell, bouncing with anticipation.
Hermione nodded, confused. Farrell grabbed Harry's arm in one hand, and Ron (who was holding onto Hermione)'s in the other and practically dragged them up the girls staircase.
"Farrell! What're you on about?" asked Ron, rubbing his wrist after she'd released him.
"just wait a minute," said Farrell, hanging a sign on the front of the door that read, "temporarily closed for cleaning," and locking in from the inside.
Then they all sat down at the feet of separate beds and Farrell rummaged in her pocket and retrieved a photo. It was the same photo that professor McGonagall had showed her earlier that day. As they all leaned in to look at it, Farrell began to explain everything Professor McGonagall had told her in her quarters.
When she'd finished, Ron's eyebrows were raised so high they almost touched his hairline, Hermione's mouth was wide open, and Harry just grinned ear to ear.
"That's great!" said Harry," You've got some family after all!"
"Yea, " added Ron," some family- your transfiguration teacher no doubt."
Hermione still hadn't said anything. It looked as if she was thinking so hard smoke would start to come out of her ears again.
Out of the blue she jumped up with a gasp, "oh my!," she said, her hand flying up to her mouth as she ran to her bedside.
Ron leaned over and whispered to Harry, "do you reckon she'll throw up?"
Farrell overheard this and gave Ron a flick on the side of the head.
Suddenly, Hermione dashed back, holding the piece of paper on which the prophecy that they'd gotten from Sirius was written.
"look!" she pointed to the first three lines of the prophecy, " Where strangers turn to blood, and those relatives join up, and on swift wings escape the flood," she read, looking up at Farrell, Ron, and Harry.
They all just kind of looked at her sideways, waiting for an explanation.
" don't you see!?" she said loudly," McGonagall and Farrell were strangers that turned to family- blood- and joined up to make a door with WINGS to escape the flood!"
The three of them gasped in unison.
"but have you got a treasure in a cup, Farrell?" asked Ron.
"Not that I'm aware of," replied Farrell, frowning.
~
In a ruined stone shack, lit only by a single candle, two dark figures jumbled together to keep their voices low.
"Wormtail, things are coming along just as I'd planned," said a shrill voice, cackling wickedly, as two sharp, white, bony digits fingered a golden key that glinted in the dim light, "we must retrieve the Seer, and our task is all but completed. And when it is, Wormtail, when it is completed, I will be all powerful, and all, even that doddering old fool, Dumbledore, will fall at my fingertips."
"Yes, Master, we shall find the Seer, and you shall be the most powerful being to ever grace the earth," simpered a second voice.
The only response to that was a high, piercing laugh, mirthless and cruel.
Disclaimer: Everything you are familiar with from the HP books obviously belongs to J.K Rowling. Anything else (along with this ridiculous plot) is mine. Thank you for reading, please please please review.
Professor Dumbledore paced his study ( that he had magically dried out and pieced back together), holding an empty glass jar that looked very old, due to the fact that the glass was completely fogged with minute scratches. Wand in one hand, the jar in the other, Dumbledore circled the desk, pausing every so often to add a thought to his penseive. Finally, after ages of pacing and thinking, he dropped the jar on his chair and hurtled off to the library.
~
Late in the afternoon, Farrell returned to the Gryffindor common room, torn between fear of bad news about her friends and fellow students, and joy about having found a member of her family at last. The fear easily conquered the joy, and when it truly hit her, she ran full speed down the hallway. Unfortunately, (or rather, quite fortunately for Farrell) she ran headlong into someone at top-notch speed.
" ARG!"
"OW!"
Farrell looked up, rubbing her head, but to her delight, the person she'd knocked into (for the second time in a year) was Harry. She flung herself on him, holding him tightly.
"Farrell?"
"Harry! I was so worried, we didn't see you come out of the water, I couldn't find you or Ron or Hermione anywhere, I...I thought you'd drowned," she cried, trying to compose herself but failing horribly.
"Shh...don't get upset. We're all fine. We were scared to death about you, though. You weren't on the roll list and you didn't show up in the dorm and I was just on my way to McGonagall's office to report you missing. Where were you?" said Harry, trying to calm her down.
Farrell sniffed and leaned back, " I'm surprised you didn't notice us. Min- er.. McGonagall and I created a flying contraption out of a bathroom door and flew through the storm, pointing out the swimming people to the rescuers on broomsticks."
"well, if I'd seen that I would have known. But I was quite busy trying to stay afloat when George Weasley came and yanked me out of the water. I'm pretty sure that I was unconscious for most of the night."
Then Harry stood up and took Farrell's hand, leading her back to the common room. On the way there, he told her of how Hermione and Ron had actually been outside in the courtyard at the time, so they could see the inside of the hall filling with water, and took that as their hint to get out of there quick, knowing there was nothing to be done by going inside and drowning themselves. So they had ran all the way to the quidditch pitch and taken two old shooting stars from the broom shed, gotten on them, and rode up to the rooftop. That was how Fred and George had gotten brooms on which to rescue people on.
When they arrived in the common room, it was packed full of people. Professor Flitwick and Nearly Headless Nick were patrolling around, helping with what they could. When they got there, Ron and Hermione were waiting for them at the door. Upon seeing the two of them, Farrell burst into laughter.
They were both wrapped in huge quilts, and Hermione was holding a goblet. The part that made Farrell laugh was the fact that from under each side of Ron's fiery red hair (rather spiky from drying wet and uncombed like that) sprouted two thick streams of smoke. Hermione hadn't seemed to have drank her whole potion, so from her ears emerged wispy little curls of steam.
"yes, well, hello to you too, Farrell," said Ron, looking at Farrell, doubled over in laughter.
When she regained her voice she gave them each a hug and said, " I'm so glad you're alright. Harry told me about what you did. It was very brave."
Ron beamed as Hermione rolled her eyes, " well, if you expect me to get on one of those ridiculous flying sticks again you're quite mistaken," she said, though she was clearly proud of doing it anyway.
When they began to talk again, Farrell remembered what she'd been so excited to tell them before. As usual, she remembered this right during a pause between people's sentences so she just jumped up and said, " Oh!"
Startled at the sudden noise, Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped too.
"Hermione, is the girls dorm empty now?" asked Farrell, bouncing with anticipation.
Hermione nodded, confused. Farrell grabbed Harry's arm in one hand, and Ron (who was holding onto Hermione)'s in the other and practically dragged them up the girls staircase.
"Farrell! What're you on about?" asked Ron, rubbing his wrist after she'd released him.
"just wait a minute," said Farrell, hanging a sign on the front of the door that read, "temporarily closed for cleaning," and locking in from the inside.
Then they all sat down at the feet of separate beds and Farrell rummaged in her pocket and retrieved a photo. It was the same photo that professor McGonagall had showed her earlier that day. As they all leaned in to look at it, Farrell began to explain everything Professor McGonagall had told her in her quarters.
When she'd finished, Ron's eyebrows were raised so high they almost touched his hairline, Hermione's mouth was wide open, and Harry just grinned ear to ear.
"That's great!" said Harry," You've got some family after all!"
"Yea, " added Ron," some family- your transfiguration teacher no doubt."
Hermione still hadn't said anything. It looked as if she was thinking so hard smoke would start to come out of her ears again.
Out of the blue she jumped up with a gasp, "oh my!," she said, her hand flying up to her mouth as she ran to her bedside.
Ron leaned over and whispered to Harry, "do you reckon she'll throw up?"
Farrell overheard this and gave Ron a flick on the side of the head.
Suddenly, Hermione dashed back, holding the piece of paper on which the prophecy that they'd gotten from Sirius was written.
"look!" she pointed to the first three lines of the prophecy, " Where strangers turn to blood, and those relatives join up, and on swift wings escape the flood," she read, looking up at Farrell, Ron, and Harry.
They all just kind of looked at her sideways, waiting for an explanation.
" don't you see!?" she said loudly," McGonagall and Farrell were strangers that turned to family- blood- and joined up to make a door with WINGS to escape the flood!"
The three of them gasped in unison.
"but have you got a treasure in a cup, Farrell?" asked Ron.
"Not that I'm aware of," replied Farrell, frowning.
~
In a ruined stone shack, lit only by a single candle, two dark figures jumbled together to keep their voices low.
"Wormtail, things are coming along just as I'd planned," said a shrill voice, cackling wickedly, as two sharp, white, bony digits fingered a golden key that glinted in the dim light, "we must retrieve the Seer, and our task is all but completed. And when it is, Wormtail, when it is completed, I will be all powerful, and all, even that doddering old fool, Dumbledore, will fall at my fingertips."
"Yes, Master, we shall find the Seer, and you shall be the most powerful being to ever grace the earth," simpered a second voice.
The only response to that was a high, piercing laugh, mirthless and cruel.