Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter Eleven: Questions
Harry sat on the only peice of furnature in the room, a plain wooden chair. With no candles or windows, it was amazing how well lit to room was. Harry looked up his Headmaster, half-scared. "Was there something you wanted to talk about, in particular?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I know many things, Harry, but I still have a few questions." His eyes moved to Harry's forehead. "Two to be exact." Harry nodded solemnly.
"Alright. I'll try to answer them-"
Dumbledore set his eye to Harry's. "Very well." His eye's were sad, but twinkling nonetheless. "Firstly, explain, in detail if you will, what happened last night. I need to know everything."
Harry again nodded, sighing before he began. "I was returning after Quidditch practice and I met up with Ron." He said. It was simple enough, right? "When we got to the main corridor-- this strange feeling flooded over me. I had felt it before-"
"Where had you felt it before?"
"Erm--" Harry was thinking. "The first time was in Diagon Alley, then at the Dursley's after they were-"
"Attcked?" Dumbledore suggested.
"Yeah- And I felt it in the Great Hall the night Professor Stonewall arrived and several time in Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Harry wrinkled his nose, trying to remeber any other times. "Yes, I'm fairly sure that is it."
"Alright." Professor Dumbledore seemed to be taking mental notes. After a moment, he said, "Proceed. 'We got to the main corridor--' and?"
"Yeah-- This feeling came over me and I couldn't move." Dumbledore looked as if he didn't understand. Harry shifted in his seat. He really didn't want to explain, but it looked as if an explanation was needed. "It's like some one's staring at me. It is this uneasy sense of paranoia, as if some one could look right through me and see all my thoughts and could read into my soul."
Dumbledore looked concerned. "Go on, Mr. Potter." The headmaster said after Harry didn't speak for a while.
"I couldn't move. The feeling was so over powering I just couldn't move! Then there was this strange burning on my forehead. At first it was dull and then... And then it was this horrible escruciating pain! It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before! Like a white hot iron stabbing through my head! It was throbbing and pounding and buring like a million headaches!" Harry was now standing, yelling at the headmaster. The door opened.
"Mr. Potter! These walls are not sound proof and we do have other patients in the Infirmiry!" Madam Pomfrey huffily reclosed the door and Harry sat.
"Sorry..." He muttered apologetically to Dumbledore. The headmaster had his eyebrow raised.
"Painful, I assume..."
"Yeah-" Harry sank into his chair.
"Never mind- What happened next?"
Harry fiddled with the hem of his robes. "Ron saw that I couldn't move and then, he saw a figure- cloaked in grey behind me. Ron knocked me down and tried to stun the attacker, but the attcker got to him first." Harry's voice was trailing into a soft whisper. Dumbledore waved his wand and sat in an invisible chair. He leaned forward and motioned for Harry to continue. "There was this light whispy thing-- coming out of Ron-- it floated over to the attacker, and they stepped back into the shadows. I didn't even think about going after them--"
"His soul--"
"Pardon?"
Dumbledore was thinking. "The whisp-- It was Ron's soul." He looked at Harry. "You didn't hear an incantation or see a wand, by any chance, did you?" Dumbledore looked hopeful.
Harry shook his head. "No, sir." Dumbledore frowned.
"I see... Now, for a second set of questions. Will this be alright with you?" Harry scuffed the toe of his shoes on the floor. The headmaster planed a hand on his shoulder. "Please, Harry. We need to know this if you are to be helped."
"Alright then." Harry made eye contact. "What's the question?"
"I need you to tell me about your dreams." Before Harry could open his mouth in question, Dumbledore continued. "I have conacts with Sirius, Mr. Potter. From what he says, your dreams are in need of discussion."
"But I don't see how? I mean- they're just nightmares, right? And I haven't even had the dreams since the night before the Dursleys were attcked!"
"We will soon see. Please Harry. Tell me."
Harry was a tad peeved. He didn't really want to tell Dumbledore anything anymore. "Well... I see faces, and hear vioces." Harry looked up for the headmaster's approval, he nodded. "That night of the Triwizard Tournament, it keeps replaying. It's awful to see Voldemort's face every night, sneering at me." Harry shuddered slightly. "I can see my parents, talking to me, but I don't understand them. They were speaking in a strange language, I don't know what they are saying, and the image is too blurry to read their lips." Harry paused to breathe. "Then I see Wormtail and what seems like hundreds of black cloaked figures closing in on me. There is a smell, a distinct smell in my dream. It smells like rot and death... Then I see Voldemort, standing infront of me. He's got his wand out and he's aiming it at me. Everytime I have the dream he gets closer and closer to me. The night I wrote to Sirius, Voldemort hand the wand touching my face..." Harry's voice quiverred and Dumbledore stood.
"If that's all-"
"It's not--" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and retook his seat. "There's Cedirc. Lying on the ground beside me. Dead. Just lying there. And I hear him speak to me, but he doesn't move. His last words echo throught out my dream-- It's my fault Cedric died, I know it is!" Harry's face tightened in grimace. He looked up at Dumbledore horrified. "I'm a murderer! I placed Cedric in the hands of the most evil wizard of my time! I killed Cedric!" Harry's eyes were wide with torrment, but Dumbledore seemed to be smiling to himself.
'I can't believe, that Dumbledore of all professors finds my terror amusing!' Harry thought to himself.
"Of course you didn't know! How would you?" Dumbledore said more to himself than to Harry.
"Professor?"
Dumbledore looked up, smiling. "In light of your pain, I have something to share with you Mr. Potter." He stood and opened the door. Madam Pomfrey stood on the other side.
"I warned that boy!" She had he wand pointed at Harry. "You woke Phil up from his sleep! With this flu he's got, he's got to get all the sleep he can manage!" Dumbledore laughed.
"Now now, Poppy! Harry meant no harm to your patients, let them rest now, for we are done." Madam Pomfrey glared at Harry but moved aside to let them pass. Harry followed Professor Dumbledore down a long corridor, taking a turn here and there. Harry wasn't really paying attention to where they were going, but did take notice when they walked behind a tapestry (with images of cauldrons and flasks woven into it) and through an invisible wall mid-hallway. At last they came to an akward-shaped stone statue. Upon inspection, Harry realized it was a gargoyle.
Dumbledore whispered something into the gargoyle's ear, to which it lifted it's crooked wing to reveal a round entrance hole. "Only a moment, Harry, please wait here." Dumbledore disappeared into the hole and returned a moment later, smiling. "It's alright, Harry. They'll allow you in."
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Meisako: Suspense? Want to read more? Of course you do!
Dumbledore: Of course we do.
Meiskao: Oh yes, today's special guest is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Thank you for being here.
Dumbledore: Not a problem, now, do you have questions for me?
Meisako: Yeah, kinda. Why did you have to ask all those questions of poor Harry?
Dumbledore: You should know, you wrote the story!
Meiskao: Oh, did I forget to tell you why?
Dumbledore: Quite, it is very difficult to act without a motivation. But alas, I succeeded!
Meiskao: Yeah, alright. Okay... so... Why haven't I gotten many reviews? I have 11 chapters!!! *sniff* No one likes me!
Dumbledore: I'm sorry, I'll review for you, alright?
Meisako: But you're a fictional character! You can't! *sniff*
Dumbledore: I guess that you'll have to deal with it!
Meiskao: Oh, gee, thanks! See if I'll ever go to your school!
Dumbledore: Ha! Like you'd ever get accepted!
Meisako: Tu che`... *sniffles*
Find out what happens next week with 'School Yard Blues' or 'Contanst Vigellance!'
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter Eleven: Questions
Harry sat on the only peice of furnature in the room, a plain wooden chair. With no candles or windows, it was amazing how well lit to room was. Harry looked up his Headmaster, half-scared. "Was there something you wanted to talk about, in particular?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I know many things, Harry, but I still have a few questions." His eyes moved to Harry's forehead. "Two to be exact." Harry nodded solemnly.
"Alright. I'll try to answer them-"
Dumbledore set his eye to Harry's. "Very well." His eye's were sad, but twinkling nonetheless. "Firstly, explain, in detail if you will, what happened last night. I need to know everything."
Harry again nodded, sighing before he began. "I was returning after Quidditch practice and I met up with Ron." He said. It was simple enough, right? "When we got to the main corridor-- this strange feeling flooded over me. I had felt it before-"
"Where had you felt it before?"
"Erm--" Harry was thinking. "The first time was in Diagon Alley, then at the Dursley's after they were-"
"Attcked?" Dumbledore suggested.
"Yeah- And I felt it in the Great Hall the night Professor Stonewall arrived and several time in Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Harry wrinkled his nose, trying to remeber any other times. "Yes, I'm fairly sure that is it."
"Alright." Professor Dumbledore seemed to be taking mental notes. After a moment, he said, "Proceed. 'We got to the main corridor--' and?"
"Yeah-- This feeling came over me and I couldn't move." Dumbledore looked as if he didn't understand. Harry shifted in his seat. He really didn't want to explain, but it looked as if an explanation was needed. "It's like some one's staring at me. It is this uneasy sense of paranoia, as if some one could look right through me and see all my thoughts and could read into my soul."
Dumbledore looked concerned. "Go on, Mr. Potter." The headmaster said after Harry didn't speak for a while.
"I couldn't move. The feeling was so over powering I just couldn't move! Then there was this strange burning on my forehead. At first it was dull and then... And then it was this horrible escruciating pain! It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before! Like a white hot iron stabbing through my head! It was throbbing and pounding and buring like a million headaches!" Harry was now standing, yelling at the headmaster. The door opened.
"Mr. Potter! These walls are not sound proof and we do have other patients in the Infirmiry!" Madam Pomfrey huffily reclosed the door and Harry sat.
"Sorry..." He muttered apologetically to Dumbledore. The headmaster had his eyebrow raised.
"Painful, I assume..."
"Yeah-" Harry sank into his chair.
"Never mind- What happened next?"
Harry fiddled with the hem of his robes. "Ron saw that I couldn't move and then, he saw a figure- cloaked in grey behind me. Ron knocked me down and tried to stun the attacker, but the attcker got to him first." Harry's voice was trailing into a soft whisper. Dumbledore waved his wand and sat in an invisible chair. He leaned forward and motioned for Harry to continue. "There was this light whispy thing-- coming out of Ron-- it floated over to the attacker, and they stepped back into the shadows. I didn't even think about going after them--"
"His soul--"
"Pardon?"
Dumbledore was thinking. "The whisp-- It was Ron's soul." He looked at Harry. "You didn't hear an incantation or see a wand, by any chance, did you?" Dumbledore looked hopeful.
Harry shook his head. "No, sir." Dumbledore frowned.
"I see... Now, for a second set of questions. Will this be alright with you?" Harry scuffed the toe of his shoes on the floor. The headmaster planed a hand on his shoulder. "Please, Harry. We need to know this if you are to be helped."
"Alright then." Harry made eye contact. "What's the question?"
"I need you to tell me about your dreams." Before Harry could open his mouth in question, Dumbledore continued. "I have conacts with Sirius, Mr. Potter. From what he says, your dreams are in need of discussion."
"But I don't see how? I mean- they're just nightmares, right? And I haven't even had the dreams since the night before the Dursleys were attcked!"
"We will soon see. Please Harry. Tell me."
Harry was a tad peeved. He didn't really want to tell Dumbledore anything anymore. "Well... I see faces, and hear vioces." Harry looked up for the headmaster's approval, he nodded. "That night of the Triwizard Tournament, it keeps replaying. It's awful to see Voldemort's face every night, sneering at me." Harry shuddered slightly. "I can see my parents, talking to me, but I don't understand them. They were speaking in a strange language, I don't know what they are saying, and the image is too blurry to read their lips." Harry paused to breathe. "Then I see Wormtail and what seems like hundreds of black cloaked figures closing in on me. There is a smell, a distinct smell in my dream. It smells like rot and death... Then I see Voldemort, standing infront of me. He's got his wand out and he's aiming it at me. Everytime I have the dream he gets closer and closer to me. The night I wrote to Sirius, Voldemort hand the wand touching my face..." Harry's voice quiverred and Dumbledore stood.
"If that's all-"
"It's not--" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and retook his seat. "There's Cedirc. Lying on the ground beside me. Dead. Just lying there. And I hear him speak to me, but he doesn't move. His last words echo throught out my dream-- It's my fault Cedric died, I know it is!" Harry's face tightened in grimace. He looked up at Dumbledore horrified. "I'm a murderer! I placed Cedric in the hands of the most evil wizard of my time! I killed Cedric!" Harry's eyes were wide with torrment, but Dumbledore seemed to be smiling to himself.
'I can't believe, that Dumbledore of all professors finds my terror amusing!' Harry thought to himself.
"Of course you didn't know! How would you?" Dumbledore said more to himself than to Harry.
"Professor?"
Dumbledore looked up, smiling. "In light of your pain, I have something to share with you Mr. Potter." He stood and opened the door. Madam Pomfrey stood on the other side.
"I warned that boy!" She had he wand pointed at Harry. "You woke Phil up from his sleep! With this flu he's got, he's got to get all the sleep he can manage!" Dumbledore laughed.
"Now now, Poppy! Harry meant no harm to your patients, let them rest now, for we are done." Madam Pomfrey glared at Harry but moved aside to let them pass. Harry followed Professor Dumbledore down a long corridor, taking a turn here and there. Harry wasn't really paying attention to where they were going, but did take notice when they walked behind a tapestry (with images of cauldrons and flasks woven into it) and through an invisible wall mid-hallway. At last they came to an akward-shaped stone statue. Upon inspection, Harry realized it was a gargoyle.
Dumbledore whispered something into the gargoyle's ear, to which it lifted it's crooked wing to reveal a round entrance hole. "Only a moment, Harry, please wait here." Dumbledore disappeared into the hole and returned a moment later, smiling. "It's alright, Harry. They'll allow you in."
Meisako: Suspense? Want to read more? Of course you do!
Dumbledore: Of course we do.
Meiskao: Oh yes, today's special guest is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Thank you for being here.
Dumbledore: Not a problem, now, do you have questions for me?
Meisako: Yeah, kinda. Why did you have to ask all those questions of poor Harry?
Dumbledore: You should know, you wrote the story!
Meiskao: Oh, did I forget to tell you why?
Dumbledore: Quite, it is very difficult to act without a motivation. But alas, I succeeded!
Meiskao: Yeah, alright. Okay... so... Why haven't I gotten many reviews? I have 11 chapters!!! *sniff* No one likes me!
Dumbledore: I'm sorry, I'll review for you, alright?
Meisako: But you're a fictional character! You can't! *sniff*
Dumbledore: I guess that you'll have to deal with it!
Meiskao: Oh, gee, thanks! See if I'll ever go to your school!
Dumbledore: Ha! Like you'd ever get accepted!
Meisako: Tu che`... *sniffles*
Find out what happens next week with 'School Yard Blues' or 'Contanst Vigellance!'