This chapter is a lot longer than chapter one, I was just getting warmed
up. For anything else you wanna know….just go to chapter one. If you
can't find it there….then too bad for you, you'll have to wait a while
until I write it Ü Again, R/R!!!
Chap. 2
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
"Harry, do you realize how this could effect you?" Dumbledore gave Harry his piercing blue stare. Harry avoided the gaze and looked at all the whirring silver contraptions in Dumbledore's office. There were so many memories at this school, and yet he couldn't even remember when things had begun to change. Then, all of the sudden, he was falling, falling into a deep pool of murky substance, falling with no control over himself. He was spinning into a dark tunnel and he couldn't stop.
*~*~*
It was a breezy, warm summer day at 4 Privet Drive. Harry gazed out his window, wondering when his pet would return with a prize for him to clean up. He had finished the endless chores that the Dursley family assigned him, but preferring to just take a break, had sneaked up to his room to rest for a while. He looked in his mirror. His hands were bloody and his fingernails were ripped down to the tender pink flesh. His lips were chapped, and his emerald eyes, which normally sparkled with curiosity, were duller than gravel in the street in which he cleaned Dudley's "experiment" off of earlier. His normally unruly hair was almost flat, mainly from sweat. He took out a comb and was just about to fix it when Hedewig flew through the open window with some sort of strange parcel and dropped it on his bed. Harry stood up and tentatively tiptoed over to the package. He reached out a hand and snatched the paper off of it, and read:
To Whom it May Concern:
I have witnessed many horrors in my life. I was not able to mention them all in the many books I wrote, but they are all in here. You may look at them as you please, but I hope in this time of trouble they will help a few people understand why everything needed to happen. Please use this for good purposes.
Good luck.
10-31-87
Harry glared at the note for a moment, until the urge to open the package overtook him. He sat on his bed and unwrapped the worn string and aged paper until a silver box fell out. It had a heavy lock on it, but it was rusted and Harry broke it off simply by kicking it. He opened the box and peered inside.
There was a strange sort of silvery liquid inside. It was like wind-turned- liquid, or light-turned-solid. Harry immediately recognized the substance known in the wizarding world as 'Pensieve'. Curiosity got the better of him, and, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was in the room with him, he touched the Pensieve with his index finger and was thrown into the substance.
*~*~*
Harry landed back in Dumbledore's office with a jolt. The old man seemed to take no notice of his sudden and abrupt return, and Harry realized that it was only his memory that made him disappear. Dumbledore looked slightly put off when he said, "I repeat, Harry, do you realize how this could effect you?"
"No, sir, I do not."
The old man seemed to deflate like a beach ball with a hole in it. "It means, young Potter, that someone was planning an attack on you. We're going to need extra protection on you again, even if it means you would have to go to the Dursley household for the rest of the term. It's the only place you are completely safe, where Voldemort cannot get you."
Harry looked shocked. "But – sir – I can't go back to the Dursleys! It's horrible there! I'm sure that *whoever* did this was just pulling a stunt of some sort. They wanted to prove that they could get close to me, but they didn't want to actually harm me. The fire had to be magically contained, the chemicals in the paper and my covers would have set off all sorts of other fires unless some sort of potion was poured on them first." Eat that, Snape, Harry thought to himself as he recalled creating the difficult Flamus Extremus Potion. It was by far the hardest potion he ever made, since all the ingredients needed to be stored at below 50 degrees Fahrenheit for a week to make the chemical work. He doubted the potions master believed him capable of making 'FEP', as it was nicknamed.
Dumbledore twiddled his thumbs. "Or they simply could have bought a muggle fire repellent, such as that goo that they put in fire extinguishers. Or, better yet, they could have just put water around the presents."
Damn it! Harry thought. Fucking smart-ass bastard. Why couldn't he have thought of something as simple as that? Hanging around with Hermione had too many complications.
"Professor, Longbottom has just melted another spare cauldron. My last one, in fact." Snape had stuck his greasy head uninvited into the office. "I'm debating on pairing him up with another pair of students, or avoiding disaster altogether and giving him the old punishment. Filch opts for the old punishment, do you have any suggestions?"
"Eh – I'll be right there. Harry, go back to your room and think about what we've discussed, and if you have any questions, feel free to contact me. You know where I'll be." And with that, Dumbledore whisked out of his office. Snape followed him, after sending Harry a particularly nasty smirk. He reminded Harry of Draco Malfoy in to many ways it was hard to believe.
Harry just sat in the chair, thankful that he had just gotten out of getting sent back to his dreaded summer home. He pondered for a moment, then set off to his room to look at what else the Pensieve he had received that summer had even more gruesome ideas for chaos.
Chap. 2
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
"Harry, do you realize how this could effect you?" Dumbledore gave Harry his piercing blue stare. Harry avoided the gaze and looked at all the whirring silver contraptions in Dumbledore's office. There were so many memories at this school, and yet he couldn't even remember when things had begun to change. Then, all of the sudden, he was falling, falling into a deep pool of murky substance, falling with no control over himself. He was spinning into a dark tunnel and he couldn't stop.
*~*~*
It was a breezy, warm summer day at 4 Privet Drive. Harry gazed out his window, wondering when his pet would return with a prize for him to clean up. He had finished the endless chores that the Dursley family assigned him, but preferring to just take a break, had sneaked up to his room to rest for a while. He looked in his mirror. His hands were bloody and his fingernails were ripped down to the tender pink flesh. His lips were chapped, and his emerald eyes, which normally sparkled with curiosity, were duller than gravel in the street in which he cleaned Dudley's "experiment" off of earlier. His normally unruly hair was almost flat, mainly from sweat. He took out a comb and was just about to fix it when Hedewig flew through the open window with some sort of strange parcel and dropped it on his bed. Harry stood up and tentatively tiptoed over to the package. He reached out a hand and snatched the paper off of it, and read:
To Whom it May Concern:
I have witnessed many horrors in my life. I was not able to mention them all in the many books I wrote, but they are all in here. You may look at them as you please, but I hope in this time of trouble they will help a few people understand why everything needed to happen. Please use this for good purposes.
Good luck.
10-31-87
Harry glared at the note for a moment, until the urge to open the package overtook him. He sat on his bed and unwrapped the worn string and aged paper until a silver box fell out. It had a heavy lock on it, but it was rusted and Harry broke it off simply by kicking it. He opened the box and peered inside.
There was a strange sort of silvery liquid inside. It was like wind-turned- liquid, or light-turned-solid. Harry immediately recognized the substance known in the wizarding world as 'Pensieve'. Curiosity got the better of him, and, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was in the room with him, he touched the Pensieve with his index finger and was thrown into the substance.
*~*~*
Harry landed back in Dumbledore's office with a jolt. The old man seemed to take no notice of his sudden and abrupt return, and Harry realized that it was only his memory that made him disappear. Dumbledore looked slightly put off when he said, "I repeat, Harry, do you realize how this could effect you?"
"No, sir, I do not."
The old man seemed to deflate like a beach ball with a hole in it. "It means, young Potter, that someone was planning an attack on you. We're going to need extra protection on you again, even if it means you would have to go to the Dursley household for the rest of the term. It's the only place you are completely safe, where Voldemort cannot get you."
Harry looked shocked. "But – sir – I can't go back to the Dursleys! It's horrible there! I'm sure that *whoever* did this was just pulling a stunt of some sort. They wanted to prove that they could get close to me, but they didn't want to actually harm me. The fire had to be magically contained, the chemicals in the paper and my covers would have set off all sorts of other fires unless some sort of potion was poured on them first." Eat that, Snape, Harry thought to himself as he recalled creating the difficult Flamus Extremus Potion. It was by far the hardest potion he ever made, since all the ingredients needed to be stored at below 50 degrees Fahrenheit for a week to make the chemical work. He doubted the potions master believed him capable of making 'FEP', as it was nicknamed.
Dumbledore twiddled his thumbs. "Or they simply could have bought a muggle fire repellent, such as that goo that they put in fire extinguishers. Or, better yet, they could have just put water around the presents."
Damn it! Harry thought. Fucking smart-ass bastard. Why couldn't he have thought of something as simple as that? Hanging around with Hermione had too many complications.
"Professor, Longbottom has just melted another spare cauldron. My last one, in fact." Snape had stuck his greasy head uninvited into the office. "I'm debating on pairing him up with another pair of students, or avoiding disaster altogether and giving him the old punishment. Filch opts for the old punishment, do you have any suggestions?"
"Eh – I'll be right there. Harry, go back to your room and think about what we've discussed, and if you have any questions, feel free to contact me. You know where I'll be." And with that, Dumbledore whisked out of his office. Snape followed him, after sending Harry a particularly nasty smirk. He reminded Harry of Draco Malfoy in to many ways it was hard to believe.
Harry just sat in the chair, thankful that he had just gotten out of getting sent back to his dreaded summer home. He pondered for a moment, then set off to his room to look at what else the Pensieve he had received that summer had even more gruesome ideas for chaos.