Transition- Part 5
By Prathdrake
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A/N: In reviews, I have received many questions like, "Why did Dumbledore pull his hand away so quickly?", "Is Harry sincere?" and, "Does Ron have something to do with the end?" Just know this: If you are a faithful reader, all will be revealed in the end!
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"Attention students," said Dumbledore, "Before we begin our feast, I have just one announcement for you. You may have noticed that our gamekeeper, Hagrid was not at the station, boats or castle today."
The other students had noticed.
"That is because," continued Dumbledore, "That he is dead." Most of the students gasped in shock, except Malfoy. His smile was coming back. Harry tried to look shocked like the other students. "That is all," finished Dumbledore.
Some of the students were crying and some were so confused they didn't know what to do. Dumbledore just clapped his hands and the food appeared on the tables.
"Isn't that terrible?" commented Hermione who had joined them at the table.
"Yeah," agreed Ron, "Who would have guessed?"
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Can I really wait a week?" Harry thought to himself in bed that night, "What if, after a week, I don't want to please Voldemort anymore? That would be awful!"
Harry fell asleep uneasily. He had another dream that night, or rather, a memory.
He remembered the time when all the students gathered in the Great hall for protection from Voldemort. He remembered looks of fear on the students' faces. He remembered looks of unhappiness. But most of all, he remembered the look of hate on the face of...
...Cho.
"I really hate...You-Know-Who," she had told Harry later. So did Harry...at the time. Now he hated Cho.
The next morning, Harry went to find Cho. And he found her in the Great Hall eating breakfast. It was early, and Cho was among the few people there. The teachers were not there.
"Perfect," thought Harry. He hid behind the Gryffindor table and pointed his wand at Cho. "Waddi Wassi!" he seethed.
No light nor ribbon came from the wand, which was fortunate for Harry. No one who saw had blown Cho out of her chair and ten feet over into a wall.
"Cho!" yelled one of the students, "Are you alright?" When all of the students were gathered in the Great Hall, Harry snuck out.
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"Did you hear about Cho?" asked Ron, "She..."
"Yeah, I know," said Harry.
"Isn't that awful?" questioned Ron, "That it sent her to the Hospital Wing?" Harry's eyes grew big.
"It did?" he asked.
"Yeah," confirmed Ron, "Cho is unconscious up there. And you know what else?" The faculty is starting to believe that it was a student!"
"Really?" said Harry, feeling guiltier by the minute.
"I've got to go now," said Ron, "Bye, Harry!" Ron rose from the table and left.
****
More memories came at night. A memory Dumbledore giving Harry advice. A memory of meeting Ron for the first time. A memory of the Dursleys. A memory of Professor Lupin.
Almost the entire life of Harry came back to him in memories. It was like his brain was telling him to reconsider. It was as if his brain was saying,
"I'm not stopping you, just be careful..."
****
"Harry!" Harry woke up. This voice he heard was real. It was not a memory, though it was in his head.
It was Voldemort speaking to him again.
"Yes, Grandfather?" Harry said.
"You've held up four days," Voldemort started, "Very good." Then Voldemort's voice turned more solemn. "I can see you want to get it over with, Harry"
"Yes," Harry admitted.
"Well you must not kill Dumbledore for another three days," demanded Voldemort, "Alright?"
"Yes," repeated Harry.
"I'll leave you now," Voldemort said, "Remember, it's completely normal for you to have memories about your life. That's what happened to me before my first...human disposal."
****
For the next few days at school, the only thing anybody could talk about. Some people thought it was one of the ghosts who had turned invisible and pushed Cho into the wall. That is, until Dumbledore informed everybody that ghosts weren't strong enough to do that.
Some people thought Cho was faking it. That theory was ruled out when Madame Pomfrey announced that Cho had broken her skull and both arms.
Everyone then had to agree with the teachers- it was a student.
"I bet it was Malfoy," Ron said, "He's just the one to do something like this!" Harry played along and guessed it was Goyle or Crabbe.
Almost every person in the school had a guess. But no on guessed the "fight-for-the-right" Harry Potter. No one.
Dumbledore instructed all the students to carry their wands with them, in case the attacker struck again.
Needless to say, all the student did this.
"They needn't worry," Harry thought to himself, "None of the others came out and said they hated my grandfather." Or did they? Harry racked his memory. No, no one had. And they'd better not if they want to stay healthy.
****
"Harry, have you been using the Strength Stone?" asked Ron the next day.
"No," answered Harry honestly this time, "Why do you ask?"
"Well," began Ron uneasily, "I've just noticed a personality change in you. Except for looks, you're practically a different person!"
"Well..." Luckily for Harry, Oliver Wood came around the corner and interrupted them.
"Harry," he said, "It's time for the first Quidditch practice of the season. I thought you'd be early!"
"Quidditch?" said Harry, "I'd almost forgotten all about it!"
"You've forgotten all about me, too," added Ron.
"What do you mean?" queried Harry.
"You've hardly talked to me since we got here!" yelled Ron, "I'm still your friend aren't I?"
"Of course!" answered Harry quickly, "In fact, why don't you come to the practice with me?"
"Well...okay," agreed Ron.
"C'mon, Harry," said Wood.
On the Qudditch field, Harry was practicing his swerves. He looked down and saw Ron in the bleachers. He waved to him. Ron waved back and smiled. He was glad that Harry was finally paying attention to him.
****
After practice, Harry was so exhausted he fell right asleep on his bed. Without dreams or memories, he woke up the next morning. As he was putting on his robes, he realized something.
"It's time," Harry said to himself, "Today is the day!"
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A/N: If you're actually dumb-witted enough not to know what Harry is talking about, I'll tell you. He means that today is the day to kill Dumbledore. Chapter 6 coming very soon!
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By Prathdrake
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A/N: In reviews, I have received many questions like, "Why did Dumbledore pull his hand away so quickly?", "Is Harry sincere?" and, "Does Ron have something to do with the end?" Just know this: If you are a faithful reader, all will be revealed in the end!
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"Attention students," said Dumbledore, "Before we begin our feast, I have just one announcement for you. You may have noticed that our gamekeeper, Hagrid was not at the station, boats or castle today."
The other students had noticed.
"That is because," continued Dumbledore, "That he is dead." Most of the students gasped in shock, except Malfoy. His smile was coming back. Harry tried to look shocked like the other students. "That is all," finished Dumbledore.
Some of the students were crying and some were so confused they didn't know what to do. Dumbledore just clapped his hands and the food appeared on the tables.
"Isn't that terrible?" commented Hermione who had joined them at the table.
"Yeah," agreed Ron, "Who would have guessed?"
****
Can I really wait a week?" Harry thought to himself in bed that night, "What if, after a week, I don't want to please Voldemort anymore? That would be awful!"
Harry fell asleep uneasily. He had another dream that night, or rather, a memory.
He remembered the time when all the students gathered in the Great hall for protection from Voldemort. He remembered looks of fear on the students' faces. He remembered looks of unhappiness. But most of all, he remembered the look of hate on the face of...
...Cho.
"I really hate...You-Know-Who," she had told Harry later. So did Harry...at the time. Now he hated Cho.
The next morning, Harry went to find Cho. And he found her in the Great Hall eating breakfast. It was early, and Cho was among the few people there. The teachers were not there.
"Perfect," thought Harry. He hid behind the Gryffindor table and pointed his wand at Cho. "Waddi Wassi!" he seethed.
No light nor ribbon came from the wand, which was fortunate for Harry. No one who saw had blown Cho out of her chair and ten feet over into a wall.
"Cho!" yelled one of the students, "Are you alright?" When all of the students were gathered in the Great Hall, Harry snuck out.
****
"Did you hear about Cho?" asked Ron, "She..."
"Yeah, I know," said Harry.
"Isn't that awful?" questioned Ron, "That it sent her to the Hospital Wing?" Harry's eyes grew big.
"It did?" he asked.
"Yeah," confirmed Ron, "Cho is unconscious up there. And you know what else?" The faculty is starting to believe that it was a student!"
"Really?" said Harry, feeling guiltier by the minute.
"I've got to go now," said Ron, "Bye, Harry!" Ron rose from the table and left.
****
More memories came at night. A memory Dumbledore giving Harry advice. A memory of meeting Ron for the first time. A memory of the Dursleys. A memory of Professor Lupin.
Almost the entire life of Harry came back to him in memories. It was like his brain was telling him to reconsider. It was as if his brain was saying,
"I'm not stopping you, just be careful..."
****
"Harry!" Harry woke up. This voice he heard was real. It was not a memory, though it was in his head.
It was Voldemort speaking to him again.
"Yes, Grandfather?" Harry said.
"You've held up four days," Voldemort started, "Very good." Then Voldemort's voice turned more solemn. "I can see you want to get it over with, Harry"
"Yes," Harry admitted.
"Well you must not kill Dumbledore for another three days," demanded Voldemort, "Alright?"
"Yes," repeated Harry.
"I'll leave you now," Voldemort said, "Remember, it's completely normal for you to have memories about your life. That's what happened to me before my first...human disposal."
****
For the next few days at school, the only thing anybody could talk about. Some people thought it was one of the ghosts who had turned invisible and pushed Cho into the wall. That is, until Dumbledore informed everybody that ghosts weren't strong enough to do that.
Some people thought Cho was faking it. That theory was ruled out when Madame Pomfrey announced that Cho had broken her skull and both arms.
Everyone then had to agree with the teachers- it was a student.
"I bet it was Malfoy," Ron said, "He's just the one to do something like this!" Harry played along and guessed it was Goyle or Crabbe.
Almost every person in the school had a guess. But no on guessed the "fight-for-the-right" Harry Potter. No one.
Dumbledore instructed all the students to carry their wands with them, in case the attacker struck again.
Needless to say, all the student did this.
"They needn't worry," Harry thought to himself, "None of the others came out and said they hated my grandfather." Or did they? Harry racked his memory. No, no one had. And they'd better not if they want to stay healthy.
****
"Harry, have you been using the Strength Stone?" asked Ron the next day.
"No," answered Harry honestly this time, "Why do you ask?"
"Well," began Ron uneasily, "I've just noticed a personality change in you. Except for looks, you're practically a different person!"
"Well..." Luckily for Harry, Oliver Wood came around the corner and interrupted them.
"Harry," he said, "It's time for the first Quidditch practice of the season. I thought you'd be early!"
"Quidditch?" said Harry, "I'd almost forgotten all about it!"
"You've forgotten all about me, too," added Ron.
"What do you mean?" queried Harry.
"You've hardly talked to me since we got here!" yelled Ron, "I'm still your friend aren't I?"
"Of course!" answered Harry quickly, "In fact, why don't you come to the practice with me?"
"Well...okay," agreed Ron.
"C'mon, Harry," said Wood.
On the Qudditch field, Harry was practicing his swerves. He looked down and saw Ron in the bleachers. He waved to him. Ron waved back and smiled. He was glad that Harry was finally paying attention to him.
****
After practice, Harry was so exhausted he fell right asleep on his bed. Without dreams or memories, he woke up the next morning. As he was putting on his robes, he realized something.
"It's time," Harry said to himself, "Today is the day!"
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A/N: If you're actually dumb-witted enough not to know what Harry is talking about, I'll tell you. He means that today is the day to kill Dumbledore. Chapter 6 coming very soon!
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