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 Twenty: The Order
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I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, Lotesse, Taracollwen (SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! You are my inspiration! BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
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When Harry woke the next morning, he found Hagrid asleep in a chair next to the dying fire. He stretched and thought about what happened the night before. It wasn't difficult to remember, but he couldn't figure out how fifteen minutes turned into two hours. It didn't seem possible that he was out there for more time than he thought.
Harry yawned and got out of bed. On his way to the window, he winced and clutched his forehead. It was the most pain he had ever felt in his entire life. White hot daggers peirced his skin and drove deep into his skull. Harry tried to scream, but his voice was lost in the agony. He became increasingly uneasy and scared. Harry shook violently- Stonewall was out there, somewhere, watching him. Try as he might, he couldn't scream and Hagrid was asleep. This was it. Harry was was going to die right there in then middle of Hagrid's hut.
Harry slumped to the floor and managed to wail at last. A wave of refreshness swarmed over him, the visible connection must have been cut off when Harry fell to the floor. Harry's heart pounded rapidly as he lay on the dirty wooden panels, hands pressed tightly to his face.
"Wha!?" Harry's screams had woken Hagrid, it seemed. "'Arry? Whatchyeh doin' on meh flo- Gargoyles alive! Yuhr bleedin'!" Hagrid pulled himself out of his chair and dabbed Harry's stinging forehead with a purple poka-dotted handkerchief. "That's alot of blood, thar 'Arry... What 'appened?"
"Who's out the window, Hagrid? Who's out there? They tried to attack me like they have Ron!"
"Out meh winder?" Hagrid looked out the window. "Looks to meh like two wizards an' a witch goin' inside 'Ogwarts and a couple o' students throwin' thin's at the squid. 'Bout it thar, Harry."
Harry nodded and pulled hmself to a sitting position. "I'm hungry- I'll go get some breakfast, Hagrid. Do you mind?"
"Not at all, go ahead 'Arry. Get yuhr stren'th." Hagrid helped Harry to his feet and then opened the door for him.
In the Great Hall, he met up with Hermione. "I was worried about you, Bolt. You weren't in the common room and Seamus said you weren't in your bed. Are you alright?"
Harry nodded and sat down next to Dean. "Why is it so crowded? We've never all eaten together at the same time and it's not even 7 in the morning yet!"
"We all wanted to get out of the dormitory as soon as possible. We could hear shouts from the forest all night!" Harry looked at Dean, eyes wide.
"You heard the voices too? Then I'm not crazy after all!"
"Yeah, we heard them all right. Real loud, sounded like a search party!" Neville leaned over the table for some sugar.
Fred nodded. "We heard it too! I thought for sure they were yelling for-" Fred paused and looked at Harry, "-you."
Heads turned to look at Harry and he stabbed his spoon into his porriage. "Did you go into the Forbidden Forest, Harry?" Lee asked. Harry shifted in his seat and looked at his fingers. Hermione gasped.
"Then you did! Excellent!" George leaned over intently. "What'd you find?"
"No-nothing. I just got lost, that's all."
"Potter got lost? I suppose it's self-explainitory, seeing how simple minded Potter is and all. Can't tell the difference between your bedroom and the Forbidden Forest, especially when it's snowing? Perhaps you should visit the Nurse." How long had Malfoy been standing there?
Harry turned around and opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he saw Renate standing beside Draco. What he wanted to say wasn't appropriate in her presence. Harry waited a bit longer to say anything, he was looking at Renate. She had just gotten Hogwarts school robes and they clung to her nicely. The robe was very short on her and only went about mid-thigh , which Harry thought was only plasable, seeing how she still wore her dirndl underneath, causing the robe to flare at her hips.
"Let me be, Malfoy." Harry said as cooly as he could.
"I'm surprised they didn't kick you out! Do you know how many rules you've broken? I'll be laughing when they ship your a-" He stopped because the large doors had opened. In stepped Professor McGonagall accompanied by two wizards, and old witch, and a large black, gruffy-looking dog.
Harry and Hermione stood up and exchanged fearful looks. "Snuffles?"
Malfoy looked at Harry, smiling. "Is Snuffles you little puppy, Potter?" Harry didn't answer, but stared intently at the new arrivals. "I asked you a ques-" Malfoy was stopped short, Renate had tugged at his sleeve.
"Herr Malfoy- Kommen Sie mit mir, bitte." Harry was sure Malfoy didn't understand what was just said, but he followed the Veela looking girl anyway.
"Ah! Welcome friends!" Dumbledore stood from his seat and lifted his arms in a friendly guesture. Harry watched as the familiar faces went by. Snuffle (Sirius Black), Professor Remus Lupin (he had taught Defence Agaisnt the Dark Arts some time ago), Mudungus Fletcher (a man who Harry knew only by reputation) and a witch. The witch was very familiar looking, he had a strange feeling he knew her, but she wasn't quite identifiable. Who was she?
"Have a seat by me, wont you Arabella?" Dumbledore magicked a chair beside him.
The witch gave a sly and toothy smile. "No thanks, Albus you coot," Professor Dumbledore frowned, embarrassed, "We're here strictly on business. Might we borrow Harry Potter for a few moments?" She turned and met Harry's eyes. Now he was positive he knew her. It was Mrs. Figg. Mrs. Figg was the old lady who lived two streets away from the Dursleys, where Harry would spend his time when the Dursleys didn't want him to join their outings. Harry could distinctly recall the smell of her house. It smelled like old cabages.
Dumbledore nodded and Lupin smiled at Harry. "Come along, Mr. Potter! This way, if you will." Harry left the Gryffindor table as students began to whisper. Harry joined them in a small room to the left of the High Table.
Once the door closed, Sirius took his bodily form. "Oh Harry! I've been worried sick about you!" He pulled Harry into a tight, fatherly hug. "I wanted to come as soon as I heard about Ron, but I couldn't Harry! I hope you'll forgive me. I wasn't done with my little mission." Harry smiled, feeling releaved of some unseen load he was carrying.
Mudungus Fletcher interupted the reunion. "Forgive my rudeness, Sirius, but we have a job to do."
"Yes, of course." Sirius let go of Harry and contented himself with ruffling Harry's hair.
"Harry- We are what could be gathered of the Order of the Pheonix. This Order is composed of highly skilled wizards and witches who show a strong potential in their power to finally rid this world of Voldemort." Fletcher noticed Harry's frightened face and smiled. "No, we aren't recruting you. We're here to protect you."
Lupin nodded. "Our first step to rid the world of Voldemort is to save you. With you in safety, the Order will be able to attack without fear of your capture."
"So what if I am captured or killed? People die every day, why am I so special?"
"Harry..." Sirius's eyes were watery. "You are the boy-who-lived. no matter how hard you try to change your title, you will always be so. With you dead, Voldemort could do even more disasterous things to this world. To Muggles and Wizards alike. You hold everyone's fate on your shoulder. You are the hope of the world, Harry."
"But how- I don't see..." Harry was flustered, this was too much for him to understand.
"Harry, I wont like saying this, but you need to know." Arabella sighed. "You are a tool for Voldemort. You share blood now, you are nearly one in the same. If he can take your body- all of your powers will go to him, making for an impossible defeat."
Lupin now spoke. "Harry, you have great powers beyond belief. You may not notice it, but we certainly have, and so has Professor Dumbledore. Voldemort felt it- Before you were even born. He wasn't after your parents that miserable night, he was after you, and still is. You are his downfall- not just temporarily, but permenately."
Harry finally understood what he had over-heard the night before, about being a danger to the school and everyone else. Voldemort was nearly at full power and he wouldn't stop at anything to kill Harry. Like McGonagall had said, he had nowhere else to go. He was a hazard to everyone if he was alive, and but even more if he was dead--
The others didn't speak for a while. It was becoming uncomfortable in the small room.
"Go eat breakfast, Harry, gather your strength." Fletcher patted Harry's shoulder.
Arabella smiled grandmotherly, "Have faith, Harry, in yourself."
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Meisako: Today's guests are the members of the Order of teh Pheonix. Welcome; Sirius Black, Mudungus Fletcher, Arabella Figg, and Remus Lupin.
All: Thanks!
Meisako: Mudungus, what did you mean you were all that could be gathered of the Order?
Fletcher: Oh, that. See- Sirius's job was to gather everyone from the Order, but not many people believed him.
Black: Yeah- They all seem to think that I was still guilty of murdering my best friends-
Lupin: *nod nod* I believed him. I knew he didn't do it! It really didn't take me much convincing... I knew most of the story, though.
Figg: And many of the Order didn't like believing that Vol- Sorry, You-Know-Who (for those innocent ears out there) had returned to power. Many were very afraid.
Meisako: Sounds like a difficult job, Sirius. You know, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Black: Who's Jack? Is he an Auror or Death Eater?
Lupin: Neither, Sirius. It's an expression meaning that if you work too much you will turn out to be a boring person.
Black: Oh...
Meisako: Yeah- Well, how did you cope with all your responsibilities and keep sane?
Black: Who's Sane? Do I know him? Is it an animal? I don't keep animals. I am an animal.
Meisako: Uh- No... Erm- Mudungus, care to explain to him?
Fletcher: Not really, it's obvious he didn't keep sane. He's off his nut!
Meisako: I noticed...
Join us next time when we might actually talk to a normal person who is INTERESTING! I doubt it, however...
I just feel like promoting this site today: http://www.expage.com/hogwarts2202 this is Hogwarts and we are begining to run smoothly. hope to see you there!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.
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 Twenty: The Order
I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, Lotesse, Taracollwen (SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! You are my inspiration! BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
*****
When Harry woke the next morning, he found Hagrid asleep in a chair next to the dying fire. He stretched and thought about what happened the night before. It wasn't difficult to remember, but he couldn't figure out how fifteen minutes turned into two hours. It didn't seem possible that he was out there for more time than he thought.
Harry yawned and got out of bed. On his way to the window, he winced and clutched his forehead. It was the most pain he had ever felt in his entire life. White hot daggers peirced his skin and drove deep into his skull. Harry tried to scream, but his voice was lost in the agony. He became increasingly uneasy and scared. Harry shook violently- Stonewall was out there, somewhere, watching him. Try as he might, he couldn't scream and Hagrid was asleep. This was it. Harry was was going to die right there in then middle of Hagrid's hut.
Harry slumped to the floor and managed to wail at last. A wave of refreshness swarmed over him, the visible connection must have been cut off when Harry fell to the floor. Harry's heart pounded rapidly as he lay on the dirty wooden panels, hands pressed tightly to his face.
"Wha!?" Harry's screams had woken Hagrid, it seemed. "'Arry? Whatchyeh doin' on meh flo- Gargoyles alive! Yuhr bleedin'!" Hagrid pulled himself out of his chair and dabbed Harry's stinging forehead with a purple poka-dotted handkerchief. "That's alot of blood, thar 'Arry... What 'appened?"
"Who's out the window, Hagrid? Who's out there? They tried to attack me like they have Ron!"
"Out meh winder?" Hagrid looked out the window. "Looks to meh like two wizards an' a witch goin' inside 'Ogwarts and a couple o' students throwin' thin's at the squid. 'Bout it thar, Harry."
Harry nodded and pulled hmself to a sitting position. "I'm hungry- I'll go get some breakfast, Hagrid. Do you mind?"
"Not at all, go ahead 'Arry. Get yuhr stren'th." Hagrid helped Harry to his feet and then opened the door for him.
In the Great Hall, he met up with Hermione. "I was worried about you, Bolt. You weren't in the common room and Seamus said you weren't in your bed. Are you alright?"
Harry nodded and sat down next to Dean. "Why is it so crowded? We've never all eaten together at the same time and it's not even 7 in the morning yet!"
"We all wanted to get out of the dormitory as soon as possible. We could hear shouts from the forest all night!" Harry looked at Dean, eyes wide.
"You heard the voices too? Then I'm not crazy after all!"
"Yeah, we heard them all right. Real loud, sounded like a search party!" Neville leaned over the table for some sugar.
Fred nodded. "We heard it too! I thought for sure they were yelling for-" Fred paused and looked at Harry, "-you."
Heads turned to look at Harry and he stabbed his spoon into his porriage. "Did you go into the Forbidden Forest, Harry?" Lee asked. Harry shifted in his seat and looked at his fingers. Hermione gasped.
"Then you did! Excellent!" George leaned over intently. "What'd you find?"
"No-nothing. I just got lost, that's all."
"Potter got lost? I suppose it's self-explainitory, seeing how simple minded Potter is and all. Can't tell the difference between your bedroom and the Forbidden Forest, especially when it's snowing? Perhaps you should visit the Nurse." How long had Malfoy been standing there?
Harry turned around and opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he saw Renate standing beside Draco. What he wanted to say wasn't appropriate in her presence. Harry waited a bit longer to say anything, he was looking at Renate. She had just gotten Hogwarts school robes and they clung to her nicely. The robe was very short on her and only went about mid-thigh , which Harry thought was only plasable, seeing how she still wore her dirndl underneath, causing the robe to flare at her hips.
"Let me be, Malfoy." Harry said as cooly as he could.
"I'm surprised they didn't kick you out! Do you know how many rules you've broken? I'll be laughing when they ship your a-" He stopped because the large doors had opened. In stepped Professor McGonagall accompanied by two wizards, and old witch, and a large black, gruffy-looking dog.
Harry and Hermione stood up and exchanged fearful looks. "Snuffles?"
Malfoy looked at Harry, smiling. "Is Snuffles you little puppy, Potter?" Harry didn't answer, but stared intently at the new arrivals. "I asked you a ques-" Malfoy was stopped short, Renate had tugged at his sleeve.
"Herr Malfoy- Kommen Sie mit mir, bitte." Harry was sure Malfoy didn't understand what was just said, but he followed the Veela looking girl anyway.
"Ah! Welcome friends!" Dumbledore stood from his seat and lifted his arms in a friendly guesture. Harry watched as the familiar faces went by. Snuffle (Sirius Black), Professor Remus Lupin (he had taught Defence Agaisnt the Dark Arts some time ago), Mudungus Fletcher (a man who Harry knew only by reputation) and a witch. The witch was very familiar looking, he had a strange feeling he knew her, but she wasn't quite identifiable. Who was she?
"Have a seat by me, wont you Arabella?" Dumbledore magicked a chair beside him.
The witch gave a sly and toothy smile. "No thanks, Albus you coot," Professor Dumbledore frowned, embarrassed, "We're here strictly on business. Might we borrow Harry Potter for a few moments?" She turned and met Harry's eyes. Now he was positive he knew her. It was Mrs. Figg. Mrs. Figg was the old lady who lived two streets away from the Dursleys, where Harry would spend his time when the Dursleys didn't want him to join their outings. Harry could distinctly recall the smell of her house. It smelled like old cabages.
Dumbledore nodded and Lupin smiled at Harry. "Come along, Mr. Potter! This way, if you will." Harry left the Gryffindor table as students began to whisper. Harry joined them in a small room to the left of the High Table.
Once the door closed, Sirius took his bodily form. "Oh Harry! I've been worried sick about you!" He pulled Harry into a tight, fatherly hug. "I wanted to come as soon as I heard about Ron, but I couldn't Harry! I hope you'll forgive me. I wasn't done with my little mission." Harry smiled, feeling releaved of some unseen load he was carrying.
Mudungus Fletcher interupted the reunion. "Forgive my rudeness, Sirius, but we have a job to do."
"Yes, of course." Sirius let go of Harry and contented himself with ruffling Harry's hair.
"Harry- We are what could be gathered of the Order of the Pheonix. This Order is composed of highly skilled wizards and witches who show a strong potential in their power to finally rid this world of Voldemort." Fletcher noticed Harry's frightened face and smiled. "No, we aren't recruting you. We're here to protect you."
Lupin nodded. "Our first step to rid the world of Voldemort is to save you. With you in safety, the Order will be able to attack without fear of your capture."
"So what if I am captured or killed? People die every day, why am I so special?"
"Harry..." Sirius's eyes were watery. "You are the boy-who-lived. no matter how hard you try to change your title, you will always be so. With you dead, Voldemort could do even more disasterous things to this world. To Muggles and Wizards alike. You hold everyone's fate on your shoulder. You are the hope of the world, Harry."
"But how- I don't see..." Harry was flustered, this was too much for him to understand.
"Harry, I wont like saying this, but you need to know." Arabella sighed. "You are a tool for Voldemort. You share blood now, you are nearly one in the same. If he can take your body- all of your powers will go to him, making for an impossible defeat."
Lupin now spoke. "Harry, you have great powers beyond belief. You may not notice it, but we certainly have, and so has Professor Dumbledore. Voldemort felt it- Before you were even born. He wasn't after your parents that miserable night, he was after you, and still is. You are his downfall- not just temporarily, but permenately."
Harry finally understood what he had over-heard the night before, about being a danger to the school and everyone else. Voldemort was nearly at full power and he wouldn't stop at anything to kill Harry. Like McGonagall had said, he had nowhere else to go. He was a hazard to everyone if he was alive, and but even more if he was dead--
The others didn't speak for a while. It was becoming uncomfortable in the small room.
"Go eat breakfast, Harry, gather your strength." Fletcher patted Harry's shoulder.
Arabella smiled grandmotherly, "Have faith, Harry, in yourself."
Meisako: Today's guests are the members of the Order of teh Pheonix. Welcome; Sirius Black, Mudungus Fletcher, Arabella Figg, and Remus Lupin.
All: Thanks!
Meisako: Mudungus, what did you mean you were all that could be gathered of the Order?
Fletcher: Oh, that. See- Sirius's job was to gather everyone from the Order, but not many people believed him.
Black: Yeah- They all seem to think that I was still guilty of murdering my best friends-
Lupin: *nod nod* I believed him. I knew he didn't do it! It really didn't take me much convincing... I knew most of the story, though.
Figg: And many of the Order didn't like believing that Vol- Sorry, You-Know-Who (for those innocent ears out there) had returned to power. Many were very afraid.
Meisako: Sounds like a difficult job, Sirius. You know, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Black: Who's Jack? Is he an Auror or Death Eater?
Lupin: Neither, Sirius. It's an expression meaning that if you work too much you will turn out to be a boring person.
Black: Oh...
Meisako: Yeah- Well, how did you cope with all your responsibilities and keep sane?
Black: Who's Sane? Do I know him? Is it an animal? I don't keep animals. I am an animal.
Meisako: Uh- No... Erm- Mudungus, care to explain to him?
Fletcher: Not really, it's obvious he didn't keep sane. He's off his nut!
Meisako: I noticed...
Join us next time when we might actually talk to a normal person who is INTERESTING! I doubt it, however...
I just feel like promoting this site today: http://www.expage.com/hogwarts2202 this is Hogwarts and we are begining to run smoothly. hope to see you there!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.