Transition- Part 3
By Prathdrake
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A/N: Chapter three of this riveting story! And to all my reviewers- Voldemort IS telling the truth about his plan and Harry IS serious.
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"What can I do for you first?" asked Harry.
"Go to Hogwarts," came Voldemort's swift reply.
"Why Hogwarts?" asked Harry, "What must we do there?" Voldemort got a sudden evil look in his eyes.
"We must...dispose...of the Headmaster," Voldemort answered. Harry gasped.
"Dumbledore?" asked Harry, "Why him? No! We ca-"
"Harry," interrupted, "You love me, don't you?"
"I suppose..." said Harry.
"Then get rid of Dumbledore," said Voldemort coldly, "You will only be making your first big step to greatness."
"Of course I will," said Harry boldly, "If he is a barrier in your plan, he will...go."
"Don't be afraid to say it, Harry," seethed Voldemort, "Try it again." Harry nodded and began again,
"If he is a barrier in your plan, Grandfather, he will...die."
"How will he die, Harry?" questioned Voldemort, "Let me hear you say it!"
There was a long pause. The Harry said the words Voldemort had been longing to hear for over a decade,
"I myself will kill Dumbledore," blurted Harry. Voldemort smiled.
I can send you into the past, Harry," informed Voldemort, "I can send you to before got you. You're friends will never be the wiser about what happened. Therefore, you and I, and us alone will know what has happened here tonight. Then you can get into Hogwarts. I assume you know the Death Spell?"
"Yes," said Harry, "Avada Kedavra. But I'm not sure I will be powerful enough to perform the curse."
"No worry, Harry," said Voldemort, "You have amazing will power. You always have. I know you will be powerful enough. You will make an excellent serv...grandson. Now take this." Voldemort handed Harry a smooth object, just the size of his hand and the same weight.
It was a Time Turner.
"Flip it to go back in time," instructed Voldemort.
"I know," said Harry quickly, "Five hours ought to do it then?"
"It's been longer than you think," said Voldemort, "Try about one day. You were unconscious for a time."
"Shall I go now, then?" asked Harry. Voldemort nodded.
"I'm not stopping you from doing anything, Harry," said Voldemort, "I will never force you to do anything. You have a choice. You may go on...or desert me and my plan."
"I will proceed with your plan," Harry said steadfastly. He turned the Time Turner over twenty-four times and vanished.
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Ron changed back from purple to peach.
"Well that would mean it's late," said George, "Those green mints are supposed to work for twelve hours. So the time is..." he counted on his hand, "...ten o'clock."
Harry smiled. He was right back in the Weasly home twenty-four hours back. That meant Mrs. Weasly wasn't dead yet.
"Is something wrong, Harry?" asked Ron, "You have a glazed look on your eyes."
"I'm fine," Harry replied, "Let's get some sleep, Ron."
"Okay," agreed Ron.
They prepared themselves for bed. Like last time, Harry was sleeping in Ron's bed and Ron was on the floor, in a cot.
Ron fell asleep rather quickly but Harry lay awake, waiting for Voldemort to come through the window.
But no Voldemort came.
"Strange," thought Harry, "If time is replaying itself, why didn't they come? I'll understand time travel some day."
After a few moments of quietness, Harry fell asleep.
The next morning, Mrs. Weasly woke them up.
"Come on!" she said, "It's a big day today! We must get to Diagon Alley!" Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Weasly standing at the foot of his bed. It was hard to believe that even time travel could undo death.
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"What do we have to get?" Ron asked Harry when they entered Diagon Alley. Harry looked at his list.
"Just the usual," Harry replied. The rest of the day was mainly uneventful. A quick trip to Gringotts, Madam Malkin's, the bookshop and, of course, the Apothecary.
It was in the Apothecary that a strange happening took place. As Harry walked towards the equipment section, a shimmer caught his eye. He turned. There on a small table was a small stone. The stone was shiny, yes, but it was plain and would probably not have caught anyone's eye, lest they were actually looking for it.
"Take it," a voice whispered. Harry jerked his head around, but no one was there. The nearest person was half-way across the store.
"Take it," the voice urged again. This time he knew who it was. It was Voldemort. Harry knew not how he could here his Grandfather, but he was glad he could.
"Take it," Voldemort demanded a third time.
"Yes," said Harry. In one, swift motion, Harry grabbed the stone and tucked it deep inside his pocket. He looked around again to make sure no one had seen him, but someone had.
"What are you doing?" asked Ron, "That's stealing! Don't you-"
"Shhh!" said Harry as he put his finger to his lips. Ron looked at Harry weirdly and then walked back to his family. Harry followed and tried to act normal. He couldn't wait to be alone.
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Back at the Weasly's house, Harry promptly marched up to his (or rather, Ron's) room and took out the stone from his pocket. Then glimmer of it half mesmerized him.
"Why did Voldemort want me to take it?" he asked himself. Suddenly, Harry heard the door open so he quickly stuffed the stone in his pocket again.
"Harry," said the person at the door. It was Ron.
"What do you want?" asked Harry.
"We have to talk," said Ron, "About the stone you stole."
"I didn't steal the stone, Ron," Harry fibbed, "I saw it on the ground and I thought it looked nice, so I picked it up. Is that such a crime?"
"You're lying, Harry," said Ron, "I saw you pick up that stone from the table."
"Relax, Ron," said Harry, "It probably wasn't even merchandise, just a stone someone put there."
"Of course," Ron said, "The shopkeeper put it there."
"I'm telling you Ron, I didn't do anything wrong," declared Harry.
"Something odd is going on with you, Harry," diagnosed Ron, "And I WILL find out. You can count on that."
"Don't hold your breath," said Harry rudely. Ron glared at him.
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A/N: Ahhh! Harry just committed his first crime! What have I done? Anyway, tell me in the reviews who you want, as Voldie would say, disposed of.
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By Prathdrake
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A/N: Chapter three of this riveting story! And to all my reviewers- Voldemort IS telling the truth about his plan and Harry IS serious.
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"What can I do for you first?" asked Harry.
"Go to Hogwarts," came Voldemort's swift reply.
"Why Hogwarts?" asked Harry, "What must we do there?" Voldemort got a sudden evil look in his eyes.
"We must...dispose...of the Headmaster," Voldemort answered. Harry gasped.
"Dumbledore?" asked Harry, "Why him? No! We ca-"
"Harry," interrupted, "You love me, don't you?"
"I suppose..." said Harry.
"Then get rid of Dumbledore," said Voldemort coldly, "You will only be making your first big step to greatness."
"Of course I will," said Harry boldly, "If he is a barrier in your plan, he will...go."
"Don't be afraid to say it, Harry," seethed Voldemort, "Try it again." Harry nodded and began again,
"If he is a barrier in your plan, Grandfather, he will...die."
"How will he die, Harry?" questioned Voldemort, "Let me hear you say it!"
There was a long pause. The Harry said the words Voldemort had been longing to hear for over a decade,
"I myself will kill Dumbledore," blurted Harry. Voldemort smiled.
I can send you into the past, Harry," informed Voldemort, "I can send you to before got you. You're friends will never be the wiser about what happened. Therefore, you and I, and us alone will know what has happened here tonight. Then you can get into Hogwarts. I assume you know the Death Spell?"
"Yes," said Harry, "Avada Kedavra. But I'm not sure I will be powerful enough to perform the curse."
"No worry, Harry," said Voldemort, "You have amazing will power. You always have. I know you will be powerful enough. You will make an excellent serv...grandson. Now take this." Voldemort handed Harry a smooth object, just the size of his hand and the same weight.
It was a Time Turner.
"Flip it to go back in time," instructed Voldemort.
"I know," said Harry quickly, "Five hours ought to do it then?"
"It's been longer than you think," said Voldemort, "Try about one day. You were unconscious for a time."
"Shall I go now, then?" asked Harry. Voldemort nodded.
"I'm not stopping you from doing anything, Harry," said Voldemort, "I will never force you to do anything. You have a choice. You may go on...or desert me and my plan."
"I will proceed with your plan," Harry said steadfastly. He turned the Time Turner over twenty-four times and vanished.
****
Ron changed back from purple to peach.
"Well that would mean it's late," said George, "Those green mints are supposed to work for twelve hours. So the time is..." he counted on his hand, "...ten o'clock."
Harry smiled. He was right back in the Weasly home twenty-four hours back. That meant Mrs. Weasly wasn't dead yet.
"Is something wrong, Harry?" asked Ron, "You have a glazed look on your eyes."
"I'm fine," Harry replied, "Let's get some sleep, Ron."
"Okay," agreed Ron.
They prepared themselves for bed. Like last time, Harry was sleeping in Ron's bed and Ron was on the floor, in a cot.
Ron fell asleep rather quickly but Harry lay awake, waiting for Voldemort to come through the window.
But no Voldemort came.
"Strange," thought Harry, "If time is replaying itself, why didn't they come? I'll understand time travel some day."
After a few moments of quietness, Harry fell asleep.
The next morning, Mrs. Weasly woke them up.
"Come on!" she said, "It's a big day today! We must get to Diagon Alley!" Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Weasly standing at the foot of his bed. It was hard to believe that even time travel could undo death.
****
"What do we have to get?" Ron asked Harry when they entered Diagon Alley. Harry looked at his list.
"Just the usual," Harry replied. The rest of the day was mainly uneventful. A quick trip to Gringotts, Madam Malkin's, the bookshop and, of course, the Apothecary.
It was in the Apothecary that a strange happening took place. As Harry walked towards the equipment section, a shimmer caught his eye. He turned. There on a small table was a small stone. The stone was shiny, yes, but it was plain and would probably not have caught anyone's eye, lest they were actually looking for it.
"Take it," a voice whispered. Harry jerked his head around, but no one was there. The nearest person was half-way across the store.
"Take it," the voice urged again. This time he knew who it was. It was Voldemort. Harry knew not how he could here his Grandfather, but he was glad he could.
"Take it," Voldemort demanded a third time.
"Yes," said Harry. In one, swift motion, Harry grabbed the stone and tucked it deep inside his pocket. He looked around again to make sure no one had seen him, but someone had.
"What are you doing?" asked Ron, "That's stealing! Don't you-"
"Shhh!" said Harry as he put his finger to his lips. Ron looked at Harry weirdly and then walked back to his family. Harry followed and tried to act normal. He couldn't wait to be alone.
****
Back at the Weasly's house, Harry promptly marched up to his (or rather, Ron's) room and took out the stone from his pocket. Then glimmer of it half mesmerized him.
"Why did Voldemort want me to take it?" he asked himself. Suddenly, Harry heard the door open so he quickly stuffed the stone in his pocket again.
"Harry," said the person at the door. It was Ron.
"What do you want?" asked Harry.
"We have to talk," said Ron, "About the stone you stole."
"I didn't steal the stone, Ron," Harry fibbed, "I saw it on the ground and I thought it looked nice, so I picked it up. Is that such a crime?"
"You're lying, Harry," said Ron, "I saw you pick up that stone from the table."
"Relax, Ron," said Harry, "It probably wasn't even merchandise, just a stone someone put there."
"Of course," Ron said, "The shopkeeper put it there."
"I'm telling you Ron, I didn't do anything wrong," declared Harry.
"Something odd is going on with you, Harry," diagnosed Ron, "And I WILL find out. You can count on that."
"Don't hold your breath," said Harry rudely. Ron glared at him.
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A/N: Ahhh! Harry just committed his first crime! What have I done? Anyway, tell me in the reviews who you want, as Voldie would say, disposed of.
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