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Chapter 38
Harry spent the two weeks reading and catching up on what had happened while he'd been out. Apparently Voldemort had attacked directly after the elementals, but unfortunately for him the entire Order and all their animals along with the castle's defenses and a huge host of volunteer fighters from Hogsmead met him. He hadn't had all of his supporters there and was way outmatched and had fled after a few quick skirmishes in the forest.
Harry spent hours reading all of his letters, the other Marauders were only too happy to help. They spent long hours laughing over the things people wrote. Ira got the idea to start contests. Which letter was the longest, had the longest word, which writer had the stupidest name, which one was the worst slut (since about half were form girls asking him out) Which letter was the shortest, stupidest, funniest, meanest (he got some hate mail form people who said their girl friends were spending hours drooling over pictures of him, and some from people who though he was insane…and form Fudge's crowd) Which on changed subject the most times, which had the longest run-on sentence (the record was fifteen lines) how many were job offers from weird spy or defense organizations that wanted to rival the Order of the Phoenix…all of these were in it for money. How many of the female writers put kisses on the letters, even how many asked to come to his funeral (five) and how many said that if he died they'd kill themselves so they could be with him (three) or said that if he died Voldemort would definitely win (thirty) and how many asked him to write back (two thousand twenty two) how many called him cutie (ninety-three), hunk (seventy-six) yata yata yata. Harry even got a letter form Fudge telling him that this was proof that Voldemort wasn't really back, it had just been the elementals doing everything. About this Fudge had come out vocally, saying that he had been right, it wasn't Voldemort returned, it was just the Order aiding the elementals to up their own popularity. For proof he used the fact that the order hadn't helped Harry during the battle. Harry was forced to counteract this strongly, he gave interviews to three reporters, (not Skeeter who was dead). But he didn't allow them to take any pictures…but plenty had been taken of the fight and long lists of his injuries circulated through the papers for weeks.
Harry rejoined the school one week before Valentine's Day. The whole school had gathered for lunch but the food had yet to appear when the doors opened, the hall quieted as everyone turned to look. Harry, on crutches, came in, with elf princess Kylara on hi right, Larquan slightly behind them and Ron of his left, with Hermione in front of him. The entire hall rose to its feet and began to cheer wildly. Harry just smiled good-naturedly and limped over to the table where he sat down with his friends, people were standing on their chairs to get a good look at him. He was almost completely healed, except for a patch over his still damaged eye and his heavily bandaged leg. He also still had some back wounds that were not entirely healed. Elemental blood slows down the healing process considerably , besides his eye, leg, and back he had a bandage around the base of his neck and a thick one on the back of his neck to provide support where it had been sliced to the bone, the elemental's teeth had actually scraped his spine a bit there and it ached. Dumbledore finally quieted the hall.
"Now as you all noticed Harry is back among us." Here he had to stop for another round of wild cheers and shouts of Go Potter! "His injuries are still healing as you can see, fortunately all but the leg should be pretty well healed in another two or three days." Another round of cheers. "Please don't question him about the elementals, you'll find out a great deal about them soon enough. Harry is currently working on a project to find out more about the elementals, especially the uses of their blood, which does have extreme magical powers. You may see him about the grounds collecting samples form the dead bodies…please don't disturb him. The seventh year care of magical creatures class will have lessons about the elementals, you'll also be hearing about the last time they attacked in history class and some in defense. You also may end up using their blood or other parts in potions." Murmurs at this broke out everywhere. "For now the bodies and all the dried blood has been moved to the other side of the lake until Harry had finished with them. Please do not go near them. Harry I believe you have something to say here." He nodded to Harry who managed to stand without his crutches.
In the event that you find some elemental blood that we have missed on the ground do not, I repeat DO NOT. Touch it or get within three feet of it. The blood itself can, under the correct circumstances, eat into living flesh faster than any known acid…right through cloth, as yet it is not certain whether the fumes given off by the dead bodies or dried blood can have any effect on humans…so far all we know is that it causes extreme nausea and for some lung pain. People may also have allergic reactions to the fumes which could kill them in seconds. Should you find any notify a staff member immediately and mark the spot by putting a circle of orange around it. Thank you." He sat down again amid more hushed whispers. The food appeared and everyone began to eat.
After lunch Harry accompanied his friends to potions class. However he didn't take part in the potion they were making, Snape knew that Harry had gotten ahead in all his school work and would have no difficulty in making in the potion. Instead Harry and Snape spent the entire class at the front table working over a large vial of fire elemental blood that the mere people had gotten them when the body of the fire elemental had been taken form the lake. For once they managed to get through the class without screaming at each other, though they spent he class in a heated debate about which tests should how strong this or that property of the elemental blood was. Gryffindor didn't lose a single point and nor did Slytherin gain any. All of the students made their potions then sat around listening to the two up front argue and debate and perform countless tests on the blood, discussing potions on a level that not one of the students could understand. Harry had become so advanced now that he was quickly approaching the level most people did when they were trying to gain their mastery in potions from the World Wide Potion Masters Association. Very few wizards and witches ever got so good that they could pass the tests for mastery, there had only been eighteen this century, Severus was one of these, he had gotten his mastery at twenty, an unheard of age for a potions master, and Harry was considering trying for his in his seventh year.
In transfiguration class they were working on animagus, Harry, having no problem here, paid very little attention until McGonagal said something that caught his interest.
"Very few people can change into a magical creature, but those who can, and a few of those who can't, can become more than one animal. There is a testing spell that will show you all the animals you have the ability to become. Now I'm warning you, only five percent of all witches and wizards can become animals at all, and about half of those just aren't strong enough to do so. There fore it is very likely that none of you…excluding you Harry…will get anything at all. And even if you do you just might not have the mental or magical strength to accomplish the transformation, it normally takes years to learn to become an animagus. Now, these potions were made by the seventh years, drink it and sit still in your chair with your quill well inked, if you feel the urge to write just do so, do not try to stop yourself, write with your eyes closed, try to just let go. Once the feeling is gone look down at your paper, whatever animal is written there is the animal you might…and I mean it….might, have the power to become."
Each of the class drank their potion and waited, Harry closed his eyes, almost immediately his hand moved of its own accord and began to write. Harry could feel it write out Royal Aaron…but then it kept on writing!
A few minutes later it vanished, Harry opened his eyes and looked down at his paper.
Royal Aaron
Cobra
Caracal
Dire Wolf
Fox Bat
Orca
Wedge Tailed Eagle
Black Unicorn
Griffin
Phoenix
Harry's mouth dropped open. He quickly snapped it shut and glanced over at Ron's
Fox
Owl
Platypus
"Hey nice Ron!" Harry said, Ron looked at Harry's and gasped.
"Harry!" It was Hermione, "your list! Isn't that suppose dot be impossible? Oh wow!" Harry smiled and looked at Hermione's list.
Egyptian Mau (a type of cat)
Blue Jay
Bottlenose Dolphin
"Good Herm, a cat, I can easily see you as a cat. How did you do Larquan? Ira? Kylara?"
Ira handed her paper to Harry while looking at his.
Hippogriff
Ocelot
Nightingale
Flying squirrel
Kylara's read
Antelope
Harbor Seal
And Larquan's said
Coyote
Loon
Harry looked around for Draco, they had this class together, Draco was sitting behind him and tapped his shoulder.
Red Tailed Hawk
Ferret
Emerald Tree Boa
Harry laughed when he saw the ferret, then the professor came around looking at their papers, she stopped at Harry's.
"Mr. Potter that if frankly amazing, no wizard ahs ever had that many animals, especially if some were magical…black unicorn? Harry those went extinct about fifteen thousand years ago when Atlantis and its islands sank into the sea. You seem to have a think for extinct creatures. Ah the Wedge Tailed Eagle…beautiful bird, dire wolf hmm, a very loyal creature. Mind you, you might not be able to transform into most of them.. but if you can do Royal Aaron with no trouble…maybe." Lavender's hand went up.
"Why would Royal Aaron be so hard professor?"
"Well class it's all in the bones and powers, it is difficult to get the human body to change into something that big and back again, and the power of the creature also have tp be created for the wizard of witch's power as well. This is what makes flying or legless creatures the hardest…you seem to have a thing for hard transformations as well Potter, six of your ten are such creatures…stag…wasn't that your father's animal? Yes, he had four but could only do one of them…phoenix? That's about as rare as Royal Aaron or black unicorn…in fact you're the only one…though I do believe that the Phoenix Power enable the good Lord Phoenix to do that transformation…interesting list Potter…very interesting…I wonder how many you can do?" She went back to the front of the room, looking deep in thought. "Now class becoming animagi without supervision and registration is illegal with extreme punishments. Do not attempt it until after you have graduated…it is almost impossible to become an animagus without the special charms the Ministry Department for Animagi…except in um…extreme circumstances…" She let that drift off for a moment, Harry felt a few people glance at him, but he knew that she was thinking about his father and his friends. "Anyone caught trying to become an animagus…and I warn you there are spells on the castle that will alert staff if anyone is…we had a problem a few years back with some students doing that…will be expelled. Dismissed." The class hurried from the room, everyone was talking excitedly, and most of them wanted to see Harry's.
By the time dinner arrived Harry was so exhausted he thought he might just collapse. He tired very easily these days, and from the looks his friends and the staff were giving him he knew that the strain showed. He fell into bed utterly exhausted, the next morning he felt as though a truck had run him over.
A week later all the bandages finally came off and he didn't need the crutches, everyone wanted to see what had happened to his eye and the scar across his throat.
"Gives you a rugged appearance." Draco commented on the scar across Harry's eye.
"It makes you look more dangerous…and like you're not someone to mess with." Was Larquan's opinion.
"You look like you really know what you're doing should a fight come along." Ron said. Ira was a little more insightful
"Your eyes are more piercing…they reflect your mood exactly, you can see them change color, depth, and even shape a little. Especially the one with the scar across it. You look like you've got a pair of burning emeralds in your face." Harry frowned and shrugged doff their comments. The scar across the eye would fade until it was barely visible once he tanned over the summer, and become more visible in the winter. He didn't really care. The limp however continued to bother him greatly, sometimes he just levitated himself around a few inches off the ground, it was easier. Since Harry was particularly good at self levitation this wasn't to draining. When he walked the limp was quite visible, but when he ran it vanished nearly completely…though he had to consciously work on running straight, he'd developed a tendency to go to the left a little.
**
Harry woke up with a shout, and lay still for a moment, gasping, thankful for the silencing spell about his bed.
"Damn you Voldemort." He hissed angrily, unaware that his eyes were like a pair of glowing emerald in the dark. Voldemort was attacking again; Harry shivered and picked up his dream recorder.
It was some small island, a tiny village near the cost…death eaters went form house to house silently, using muggle methods or whispering spells to get their victims. Muggles in chain were led to the center of a field. Here Voldemort sat on a throne. He began to speak in a language Harry recognized as Japanese.
"Good evening. You are al now my prisoners and slaves, as soon the whole world will be! I am the great wizard Lord Voldemort. You serve me now." A young girl in the back spoke up…
"You filthy old rag! You'll be killed for this! Our government won't let you get away with it!" Voldemort's high laugh rang out.
"You my dear are a muggle, this means that you do not have magic and are inferior. I am a wizard…yes there are such things!" he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the girl who couldn't ave been more then twelve. "Crucio!" That was when Harry had woken up.
"Hedwig!" Hedwig looked up form her perch. "Make sure Sirius gets this as fast as possible, don't stop for anything, he needs this!" Hedwig grabbed it and soared out, wings beating hard. Harry rolled back into his rooms…it was time he started working on the Dark Power Stone again.
Bit of a cliffy huh? Sorry I couldn't resist. Next chapter coming soon.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
I think we need to celebrate the third monthly anniversary of my posting this…lets see what shall we do? I know! You can read the next chapter! It's nice and long too, 2,623 words!
Thank you everyone who reviewed!
Chapter 38
Harry spent the two weeks reading and catching up on what had happened while he'd been out. Apparently Voldemort had attacked directly after the elementals, but unfortunately for him the entire Order and all their animals along with the castle's defenses and a huge host of volunteer fighters from Hogsmead met him. He hadn't had all of his supporters there and was way outmatched and had fled after a few quick skirmishes in the forest.
Harry spent hours reading all of his letters, the other Marauders were only too happy to help. They spent long hours laughing over the things people wrote. Ira got the idea to start contests. Which letter was the longest, had the longest word, which writer had the stupidest name, which one was the worst slut (since about half were form girls asking him out) Which letter was the shortest, stupidest, funniest, meanest (he got some hate mail form people who said their girl friends were spending hours drooling over pictures of him, and some from people who though he was insane…and form Fudge's crowd) Which on changed subject the most times, which had the longest run-on sentence (the record was fifteen lines) how many were job offers from weird spy or defense organizations that wanted to rival the Order of the Phoenix…all of these were in it for money. How many of the female writers put kisses on the letters, even how many asked to come to his funeral (five) and how many said that if he died they'd kill themselves so they could be with him (three) or said that if he died Voldemort would definitely win (thirty) and how many asked him to write back (two thousand twenty two) how many called him cutie (ninety-three), hunk (seventy-six) yata yata yata. Harry even got a letter form Fudge telling him that this was proof that Voldemort wasn't really back, it had just been the elementals doing everything. About this Fudge had come out vocally, saying that he had been right, it wasn't Voldemort returned, it was just the Order aiding the elementals to up their own popularity. For proof he used the fact that the order hadn't helped Harry during the battle. Harry was forced to counteract this strongly, he gave interviews to three reporters, (not Skeeter who was dead). But he didn't allow them to take any pictures…but plenty had been taken of the fight and long lists of his injuries circulated through the papers for weeks.
Harry rejoined the school one week before Valentine's Day. The whole school had gathered for lunch but the food had yet to appear when the doors opened, the hall quieted as everyone turned to look. Harry, on crutches, came in, with elf princess Kylara on hi right, Larquan slightly behind them and Ron of his left, with Hermione in front of him. The entire hall rose to its feet and began to cheer wildly. Harry just smiled good-naturedly and limped over to the table where he sat down with his friends, people were standing on their chairs to get a good look at him. He was almost completely healed, except for a patch over his still damaged eye and his heavily bandaged leg. He also still had some back wounds that were not entirely healed. Elemental blood slows down the healing process considerably , besides his eye, leg, and back he had a bandage around the base of his neck and a thick one on the back of his neck to provide support where it had been sliced to the bone, the elemental's teeth had actually scraped his spine a bit there and it ached. Dumbledore finally quieted the hall.
"Now as you all noticed Harry is back among us." Here he had to stop for another round of wild cheers and shouts of Go Potter! "His injuries are still healing as you can see, fortunately all but the leg should be pretty well healed in another two or three days." Another round of cheers. "Please don't question him about the elementals, you'll find out a great deal about them soon enough. Harry is currently working on a project to find out more about the elementals, especially the uses of their blood, which does have extreme magical powers. You may see him about the grounds collecting samples form the dead bodies…please don't disturb him. The seventh year care of magical creatures class will have lessons about the elementals, you'll also be hearing about the last time they attacked in history class and some in defense. You also may end up using their blood or other parts in potions." Murmurs at this broke out everywhere. "For now the bodies and all the dried blood has been moved to the other side of the lake until Harry had finished with them. Please do not go near them. Harry I believe you have something to say here." He nodded to Harry who managed to stand without his crutches.
In the event that you find some elemental blood that we have missed on the ground do not, I repeat DO NOT. Touch it or get within three feet of it. The blood itself can, under the correct circumstances, eat into living flesh faster than any known acid…right through cloth, as yet it is not certain whether the fumes given off by the dead bodies or dried blood can have any effect on humans…so far all we know is that it causes extreme nausea and for some lung pain. People may also have allergic reactions to the fumes which could kill them in seconds. Should you find any notify a staff member immediately and mark the spot by putting a circle of orange around it. Thank you." He sat down again amid more hushed whispers. The food appeared and everyone began to eat.
After lunch Harry accompanied his friends to potions class. However he didn't take part in the potion they were making, Snape knew that Harry had gotten ahead in all his school work and would have no difficulty in making in the potion. Instead Harry and Snape spent the entire class at the front table working over a large vial of fire elemental blood that the mere people had gotten them when the body of the fire elemental had been taken form the lake. For once they managed to get through the class without screaming at each other, though they spent he class in a heated debate about which tests should how strong this or that property of the elemental blood was. Gryffindor didn't lose a single point and nor did Slytherin gain any. All of the students made their potions then sat around listening to the two up front argue and debate and perform countless tests on the blood, discussing potions on a level that not one of the students could understand. Harry had become so advanced now that he was quickly approaching the level most people did when they were trying to gain their mastery in potions from the World Wide Potion Masters Association. Very few wizards and witches ever got so good that they could pass the tests for mastery, there had only been eighteen this century, Severus was one of these, he had gotten his mastery at twenty, an unheard of age for a potions master, and Harry was considering trying for his in his seventh year.
In transfiguration class they were working on animagus, Harry, having no problem here, paid very little attention until McGonagal said something that caught his interest.
"Very few people can change into a magical creature, but those who can, and a few of those who can't, can become more than one animal. There is a testing spell that will show you all the animals you have the ability to become. Now I'm warning you, only five percent of all witches and wizards can become animals at all, and about half of those just aren't strong enough to do so. There fore it is very likely that none of you…excluding you Harry…will get anything at all. And even if you do you just might not have the mental or magical strength to accomplish the transformation, it normally takes years to learn to become an animagus. Now, these potions were made by the seventh years, drink it and sit still in your chair with your quill well inked, if you feel the urge to write just do so, do not try to stop yourself, write with your eyes closed, try to just let go. Once the feeling is gone look down at your paper, whatever animal is written there is the animal you might…and I mean it….might, have the power to become."
Each of the class drank their potion and waited, Harry closed his eyes, almost immediately his hand moved of its own accord and began to write. Harry could feel it write out Royal Aaron…but then it kept on writing!
A few minutes later it vanished, Harry opened his eyes and looked down at his paper.
Royal Aaron
Cobra
Caracal
Dire Wolf
Fox Bat
Orca
Wedge Tailed Eagle
Black Unicorn
Griffin
Phoenix
Harry's mouth dropped open. He quickly snapped it shut and glanced over at Ron's
Fox
Owl
Platypus
"Hey nice Ron!" Harry said, Ron looked at Harry's and gasped.
"Harry!" It was Hermione, "your list! Isn't that suppose dot be impossible? Oh wow!" Harry smiled and looked at Hermione's list.
Egyptian Mau (a type of cat)
Blue Jay
Bottlenose Dolphin
"Good Herm, a cat, I can easily see you as a cat. How did you do Larquan? Ira? Kylara?"
Ira handed her paper to Harry while looking at his.
Hippogriff
Ocelot
Nightingale
Flying squirrel
Kylara's read
Antelope
Harbor Seal
And Larquan's said
Coyote
Loon
Harry looked around for Draco, they had this class together, Draco was sitting behind him and tapped his shoulder.
Red Tailed Hawk
Ferret
Emerald Tree Boa
Harry laughed when he saw the ferret, then the professor came around looking at their papers, she stopped at Harry's.
"Mr. Potter that if frankly amazing, no wizard ahs ever had that many animals, especially if some were magical…black unicorn? Harry those went extinct about fifteen thousand years ago when Atlantis and its islands sank into the sea. You seem to have a think for extinct creatures. Ah the Wedge Tailed Eagle…beautiful bird, dire wolf hmm, a very loyal creature. Mind you, you might not be able to transform into most of them.. but if you can do Royal Aaron with no trouble…maybe." Lavender's hand went up.
"Why would Royal Aaron be so hard professor?"
"Well class it's all in the bones and powers, it is difficult to get the human body to change into something that big and back again, and the power of the creature also have tp be created for the wizard of witch's power as well. This is what makes flying or legless creatures the hardest…you seem to have a thing for hard transformations as well Potter, six of your ten are such creatures…stag…wasn't that your father's animal? Yes, he had four but could only do one of them…phoenix? That's about as rare as Royal Aaron or black unicorn…in fact you're the only one…though I do believe that the Phoenix Power enable the good Lord Phoenix to do that transformation…interesting list Potter…very interesting…I wonder how many you can do?" She went back to the front of the room, looking deep in thought. "Now class becoming animagi without supervision and registration is illegal with extreme punishments. Do not attempt it until after you have graduated…it is almost impossible to become an animagus without the special charms the Ministry Department for Animagi…except in um…extreme circumstances…" She let that drift off for a moment, Harry felt a few people glance at him, but he knew that she was thinking about his father and his friends. "Anyone caught trying to become an animagus…and I warn you there are spells on the castle that will alert staff if anyone is…we had a problem a few years back with some students doing that…will be expelled. Dismissed." The class hurried from the room, everyone was talking excitedly, and most of them wanted to see Harry's.
By the time dinner arrived Harry was so exhausted he thought he might just collapse. He tired very easily these days, and from the looks his friends and the staff were giving him he knew that the strain showed. He fell into bed utterly exhausted, the next morning he felt as though a truck had run him over.
A week later all the bandages finally came off and he didn't need the crutches, everyone wanted to see what had happened to his eye and the scar across his throat.
"Gives you a rugged appearance." Draco commented on the scar across Harry's eye.
"It makes you look more dangerous…and like you're not someone to mess with." Was Larquan's opinion.
"You look like you really know what you're doing should a fight come along." Ron said. Ira was a little more insightful
"Your eyes are more piercing…they reflect your mood exactly, you can see them change color, depth, and even shape a little. Especially the one with the scar across it. You look like you've got a pair of burning emeralds in your face." Harry frowned and shrugged doff their comments. The scar across the eye would fade until it was barely visible once he tanned over the summer, and become more visible in the winter. He didn't really care. The limp however continued to bother him greatly, sometimes he just levitated himself around a few inches off the ground, it was easier. Since Harry was particularly good at self levitation this wasn't to draining. When he walked the limp was quite visible, but when he ran it vanished nearly completely…though he had to consciously work on running straight, he'd developed a tendency to go to the left a little.
**
Harry woke up with a shout, and lay still for a moment, gasping, thankful for the silencing spell about his bed.
"Damn you Voldemort." He hissed angrily, unaware that his eyes were like a pair of glowing emerald in the dark. Voldemort was attacking again; Harry shivered and picked up his dream recorder.
It was some small island, a tiny village near the cost…death eaters went form house to house silently, using muggle methods or whispering spells to get their victims. Muggles in chain were led to the center of a field. Here Voldemort sat on a throne. He began to speak in a language Harry recognized as Japanese.
"Good evening. You are al now my prisoners and slaves, as soon the whole world will be! I am the great wizard Lord Voldemort. You serve me now." A young girl in the back spoke up…
"You filthy old rag! You'll be killed for this! Our government won't let you get away with it!" Voldemort's high laugh rang out.
"You my dear are a muggle, this means that you do not have magic and are inferior. I am a wizard…yes there are such things!" he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the girl who couldn't ave been more then twelve. "Crucio!" That was when Harry had woken up.
"Hedwig!" Hedwig looked up form her perch. "Make sure Sirius gets this as fast as possible, don't stop for anything, he needs this!" Hedwig grabbed it and soared out, wings beating hard. Harry rolled back into his rooms…it was time he started working on the Dark Power Stone again.
Bit of a cliffy huh? Sorry I couldn't resist. Next chapter coming soon.
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