Transition- Part 6
By Prathdrake
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Harry finished putting on his robes, grabbed his wand, the Strength Stone and ran down to the main floor. He was heading towards Dumbledore's office, when he was seen by Hermione.
"Where are you going?" she demanded, "The Great Hall is the other way!" Harry said nothing, but followed Hermione to the Hall. He would have to wait until lunchtime to kill Dumbledore.
"How're you doing?" Ron asked Harry when he arrived at the table.
"Okay," answered Harry, "Just like normal." This was another lie. Harry was trying to contain his apprehension. Hermione interrupted their conversation.
"Potions will be interesting today," she said, "We're learning how to make healing potions!"
"That will be useful if the attacker strikes again!" added Ron.
"Exactly!" said Hermione.
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"You might have heard, class," started Snape, "That we will be making healing potions today." The class cheered. "But that is not true," continued Snape, "We will be taking notes on healing potions today. Take out your books and quills! Quickly! Quickly!" The class did what he said.
"This class is going to be a blast," whispered Harry sarcastically to Hermione.
"Yeah," said Hermione honestly. She didn't catch the sarcasm.
"First," Snape dictated, "Healing potions were discovered in 1774. The main ingredient is a leaf from a Bowerd bush. It was commonly used by Fuldread the First in..." Snape went on. The students frantically wrote down everything Snape said as fast as they could.
After about ten strenuous minutes of this, Snape changed the activity. He told the class to find the segment on healing potions in their books and take notes on that.
"There will be a test on this tomorrow," Snape informed. As Harry flipped through his book, a certain passage caught his eye. The paragraph under it was entitled...
...Strength Stones. Harry quit searching for the healing potions segment and read this segment instead.
"Strength Stones are rare," it read, "They can only be found in the finest Apothecaries in England. The holder of one of these stones will gain tremendous strength. Yet when one holds the stone, they can only use the strength to do something which will-"
"Mr. Potter!" Snape almost yelled, tearing Harry's eye's away from the page, "It does not occur that you are taking notes. Are you even on the right passage?"
"Uh, no, Professor," responded Harry, as he quickly flipped to the right page, "I'll start now."
"Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor for your disobedience, Potter," said Snape. He walked slowly up to his desk. Somewhere in the room, Harry heard Draco snicker.
In Divination, the assignment was rather simple.
"If you look hard into the smoky caverns of the orb," instructed Professor Trelawny, "You can see the face of your parents." She gasped and then rushed over to Harry. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "You don't have any parents. Of course you don't have to do this activity!"
"It's okay," said Harry, for he had already seen the face of Voldemort.
Transfigurations class was interesting, too.
"We shall learn to turn a window into a mirror today," Professor McGonnagle told the class. Harry completed the task perfectly. As he looked into the mirror, he saw someone he didn't know. After several repeated gestures, he found out it was him. He didn't look like himself, he was starting to resemble...Voldemort.
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Lunch time.
"Aren't you coming to lunch?" Hermione asked Harry.
"No. I've got to do something else," answered Harry.
"Are you sure?" said Hermione, "I hear the house elves have whipped up something good, today."
"Did you hear me, Hermione," shouted Harry, "I said NO!" Hermione turned away and headed for the Great hall without saying anything.
Making sure no one was watching him, Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office. He couldn't believe it. He was finally taking the steps he had longed to take for a week. Then Harry stopped.
"What will happen after I kill Dumbledore?" Harry thought to himself, "Will I be seen? Will I go to Azkaban? Will I have to hide forever?" After a whole train of thoughts had passed through his mind, he remembered something. He had forgotten the Strength Stone.
Harry rushed back up to his dormitory and got it. Before Harry knew it, he had arrived at the gargoyle statue.
"Here goes," said Harry, "Sherbet lemon!" The gargoyle jumped aside, revealing the door. Harry smiled half- evilly, happy that the password had not been changed.
Harry opened the door a crack, just enough to see inside. There he saw Dumbledore, in his chair, writing on some papers. While Dumbledore was absorbed in his papers, Harry opened the door all the way and quietly walked up to the desk. Dumbledore looked up.
"Why Harry!" exclaimed Dumbledore, "I would have assumed you would be eating lunch! Even so, it's nice to see you again."
Harry clutched the Strength Stone in his pocket and put his hand on his wand.
"Harry?" said Dumbledore nervously, "What are you d-"
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry screamed at Dumbledore, "Avada Kedavra!" The explosion of green light was almost blinding. Harry was almost thrown back. His wand seemed to be vibrating from the energy of the curse. Harry looked away from his wand and at the slumped- over figure in the chair.
Dumbledore was dead.
Harry stood a little while and observed his cruel work. After a few moments of silence, Harry heard Voldemort speak to him,
"Well done, Harry..." Voldemort commented. Harry could hear that Voldemort was bursting with joy.
(A/N: To see the illustration for this scene, got to www.angelfire.com/apes/sushi/fics.html)
An evil smile came over Harry's face. His great-grandfather and he would prevail now! Harry turned around and headed towards the door, but as he did, he saw someone standing behind him, in front of him, now.
It was Dumbledore. Now there was a dead Dumbledore behind him and a live one in front of him.
Harry gasped. What was going on here?
"Hello, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Stupefy!"
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A/N: I am sad to announce that there are only one or two chapters left in this story. Also, Aurora Lynn Rose, critique extraordinaire, happily pointed out that Oliver Wood is done school, only first years travel by boat and that Harry should have met himself when he went back in time. I am thrilled to point out that Wood failed his last year, the school rules were changed and that I DON'T CARE! Ahem. That is all.
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By Prathdrake
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Harry finished putting on his robes, grabbed his wand, the Strength Stone and ran down to the main floor. He was heading towards Dumbledore's office, when he was seen by Hermione.
"Where are you going?" she demanded, "The Great Hall is the other way!" Harry said nothing, but followed Hermione to the Hall. He would have to wait until lunchtime to kill Dumbledore.
"How're you doing?" Ron asked Harry when he arrived at the table.
"Okay," answered Harry, "Just like normal." This was another lie. Harry was trying to contain his apprehension. Hermione interrupted their conversation.
"Potions will be interesting today," she said, "We're learning how to make healing potions!"
"That will be useful if the attacker strikes again!" added Ron.
"Exactly!" said Hermione.
****
"You might have heard, class," started Snape, "That we will be making healing potions today." The class cheered. "But that is not true," continued Snape, "We will be taking notes on healing potions today. Take out your books and quills! Quickly! Quickly!" The class did what he said.
"This class is going to be a blast," whispered Harry sarcastically to Hermione.
"Yeah," said Hermione honestly. She didn't catch the sarcasm.
"First," Snape dictated, "Healing potions were discovered in 1774. The main ingredient is a leaf from a Bowerd bush. It was commonly used by Fuldread the First in..." Snape went on. The students frantically wrote down everything Snape said as fast as they could.
After about ten strenuous minutes of this, Snape changed the activity. He told the class to find the segment on healing potions in their books and take notes on that.
"There will be a test on this tomorrow," Snape informed. As Harry flipped through his book, a certain passage caught his eye. The paragraph under it was entitled...
...Strength Stones. Harry quit searching for the healing potions segment and read this segment instead.
"Strength Stones are rare," it read, "They can only be found in the finest Apothecaries in England. The holder of one of these stones will gain tremendous strength. Yet when one holds the stone, they can only use the strength to do something which will-"
"Mr. Potter!" Snape almost yelled, tearing Harry's eye's away from the page, "It does not occur that you are taking notes. Are you even on the right passage?"
"Uh, no, Professor," responded Harry, as he quickly flipped to the right page, "I'll start now."
"Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor for your disobedience, Potter," said Snape. He walked slowly up to his desk. Somewhere in the room, Harry heard Draco snicker.
In Divination, the assignment was rather simple.
"If you look hard into the smoky caverns of the orb," instructed Professor Trelawny, "You can see the face of your parents." She gasped and then rushed over to Harry. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "You don't have any parents. Of course you don't have to do this activity!"
"It's okay," said Harry, for he had already seen the face of Voldemort.
Transfigurations class was interesting, too.
"We shall learn to turn a window into a mirror today," Professor McGonnagle told the class. Harry completed the task perfectly. As he looked into the mirror, he saw someone he didn't know. After several repeated gestures, he found out it was him. He didn't look like himself, he was starting to resemble...Voldemort.
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Lunch time.
"Aren't you coming to lunch?" Hermione asked Harry.
"No. I've got to do something else," answered Harry.
"Are you sure?" said Hermione, "I hear the house elves have whipped up something good, today."
"Did you hear me, Hermione," shouted Harry, "I said NO!" Hermione turned away and headed for the Great hall without saying anything.
Making sure no one was watching him, Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office. He couldn't believe it. He was finally taking the steps he had longed to take for a week. Then Harry stopped.
"What will happen after I kill Dumbledore?" Harry thought to himself, "Will I be seen? Will I go to Azkaban? Will I have to hide forever?" After a whole train of thoughts had passed through his mind, he remembered something. He had forgotten the Strength Stone.
Harry rushed back up to his dormitory and got it. Before Harry knew it, he had arrived at the gargoyle statue.
"Here goes," said Harry, "Sherbet lemon!" The gargoyle jumped aside, revealing the door. Harry smiled half- evilly, happy that the password had not been changed.
Harry opened the door a crack, just enough to see inside. There he saw Dumbledore, in his chair, writing on some papers. While Dumbledore was absorbed in his papers, Harry opened the door all the way and quietly walked up to the desk. Dumbledore looked up.
"Why Harry!" exclaimed Dumbledore, "I would have assumed you would be eating lunch! Even so, it's nice to see you again."
Harry clutched the Strength Stone in his pocket and put his hand on his wand.
"Harry?" said Dumbledore nervously, "What are you d-"
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry screamed at Dumbledore, "Avada Kedavra!" The explosion of green light was almost blinding. Harry was almost thrown back. His wand seemed to be vibrating from the energy of the curse. Harry looked away from his wand and at the slumped- over figure in the chair.
Dumbledore was dead.
Harry stood a little while and observed his cruel work. After a few moments of silence, Harry heard Voldemort speak to him,
"Well done, Harry..." Voldemort commented. Harry could hear that Voldemort was bursting with joy.
(A/N: To see the illustration for this scene, got to www.angelfire.com/apes/sushi/fics.html)
An evil smile came over Harry's face. His great-grandfather and he would prevail now! Harry turned around and headed towards the door, but as he did, he saw someone standing behind him, in front of him, now.
It was Dumbledore. Now there was a dead Dumbledore behind him and a live one in front of him.
Harry gasped. What was going on here?
"Hello, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Stupefy!"
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A/N: I am sad to announce that there are only one or two chapters left in this story. Also, Aurora Lynn Rose, critique extraordinaire, happily pointed out that Oliver Wood is done school, only first years travel by boat and that Harry should have met himself when he went back in time. I am thrilled to point out that Wood failed his last year, the school rules were changed and that I DON'T CARE! Ahem. That is all.
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