Author's Note: At long last. Sorry about my lengthy absence; it is attributable to many things, including a vacation and losing my job last week. But that just gives me more time to write, right? ;) Thanks to all my reviewers for your patience.
I don't expect the next chapter to take as long as this one did. But if it does, please just chalk it up to the job search process taking over my life. It's more complimentary of me than if you just chalk it up to me being a slacker.
Assume all the usual disclaimers.
***
Harry awoke early the next morning, but he did not get up at once. Instead, he stared at the hangings surrounding his four-poster, trying to
decide how to handle the problem of the scroll. He remembered with a
pang of guilt how Professor Green had warned him not to touch anything,
and how that little admonishment had slipped his mind as soon as he'd
seen the scroll. He hoped that he hadn't inadvertently done any damage-
but that certainly didn't appear to be the case. Then he wondered whether
the scroll might possibly be cursed, and whether he may have accidentally
brought some unknown blight upon himself. Well, he concluded, there was
only one way to find out.
He would ask Hermione first. She was the closest person to him who
was at all likely to tell him what was written on the scroll. Maybe, he
thought hopefully, he could even persuade her not to tell anyone else about
the matter unless it was absolutely necessary.
Satisfied, Harry dressed and woke Ron.
"Come down to the Common Room after you've dressed," Harry
whispered as Ron stared over at him groggily, "I have something to show
you."
Ron shot him a curious look, but Harry refused to say any more with
Dean, Seamus, and Neville beginning to wake up. He left Ron sitting
upright in a state of sleepy bewilderment, and made his way downstairs.
Hermione was sitting in a chair before the fire, apparently attempting
to steal a few spare minutes before breakfast to check her Arithmancy
homework. As Harry walked toward her, she looked up.
"Oh, hello," she said brightly. "Are we going to breakfast? Where's
Ron?"
Harry looked down at her seriously and spoke in a low voice. "Hermione, I need to show you something." He looked around. Most of the
Gryffindors were either still asleep or eating breakfast, but a few sat
around the Common Room studying or finishing last-minute homework
before their morning classes.
Hermione frowned, but nodded. "Alright."
"Not here." Harry grabbed her shoulder and ushered her into a corner,
where they both sat. Ron rushed over from the entrance to the dormitory
staircase, having obviously dressed in haste. He was still barefoot, and
carried an old pair of socks that had been darned repeatedly. He took a
seat next to Hermione.
"Harry, what is it?" he asked, beginning to pull on the socks.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the ancient-looking scroll. Ron peered closely at it. Hermione gasped quietly.
"Where did you get this? It looks so old." She took it and gently
turned it over in her hands, taking in the brownish hue of the parchment
and the cracked edges.
"I found it last night during detention, in--" he hesitated, anticipating
Hermione's reaction, "in Professor Green's trunk."
"And she let you take it?" She looked up at him in disbelief.
For a second he considered letting Hermione think this, but then he
imagined her mentioning the scroll to Professor Green in passing after a
class, or during dinner. "Eh--no, not exactly." Making sure to stress how
tired and sore he'd been the previous night, he told her and Ron how he had
come to find the scroll and leave Professor Green's office with it. Hermione shook her head disapprovingly.
"Never mind that right now, Hermione. Look at the writing. Do you
recognize it?"
Displeased as Hermione was with Harry's indiscretion, her interest in
the scroll prevailed. She began to examine the writing. She peered
closely at the tiny script for a minute, then looked up at them. "No. It's
not written in any kind of script I've ever seen, and I've seen just about
every type of rune there is. So it's definitely not British, and I'd be
willing to bet it's not even European."
Harry was a bit disappointed to hear this. Hermione looked back at the
scroll. "I'm no expert on Middle Eastern alphabets, but it looks Semitic to
me, although I'm pretty sure it isn't Hebrew. Hang on," she said suddenly,
pointing down the right side of the scroll. "Look at these little glyphs
here. They're different from the other characters, see?"
Harry and Ron looked closer. She was right: their similarity to one
another made the letters of the strange alphabet easily discernible. Set
off from the writing, running down the right-hand side of the scroll, were
an assortment of odd little pictures that looked a bit like hieroglyphics. One consisted of two wavy vertical lines; one resembled a crown; another
looked like an eye. Ron looked at Harry quizzically.
"Have you looked at the rest of it, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry
shook his head, and she began to unroll the parchment slowly.
The scroll was longer than they had expected, and they glanced down at
each little picture as it came into view. Suddenly Hermione gasped and
dropped the scroll onto the floor.
"What?" Ron asked urgently. "What is it?" Neither he nor Harry had
seen what had startled her.
Hermione stared intently at Harry. "Hermione!" he said, irritated. "What's wrong? What are you staring at me like that for--" At once he
realized she wasn't staring him in the eye. She was looking at his
forehead, at the lightning-shaped scar situated there.
Slowly, she picked up the scroll and unrolled it to the spot where they
had left off. There, below a picture that looked like a hand, was a little
lightning bolt.
"Well, that could mean anything," Ron said uncertainly, sneaking a
quick glance at Harry's scar.
"Look at it, Ron!" She pointed at the glyph. "It's exactly the same. See
how many times it zigzags? And the little curve on the bottom?"
Looking at the scroll, Harry knew she was right. He didn't need a
mirror to compare the glyph to his scar; he knew the scar by heart, and the
glyph was an exact replica.
Ron looked from the scroll back up to Harry, saying nothing. Harry's
heart was pounding. "What does it mean?"
"I've no idea," Hermione answered, frowning. She pursed her lips and
closed her eyes. Suddenly she opened them again. "Maybe it tells what
types of scars different curses leave when they backfire."
Ron shook his head. "But remember, Mad-Eye Moody told us that no
one's ever survived the Killing Curse before. How would anyone know what
type of scar it would leave, if it never left a scar before Harry's?"
Harry nodded; Ron was right. "Hermione, keep unrolling it. What else is
on the scroll?"
Remembering she still held the scroll in her hand, she held it out
between them and unrolled it quickly. Several little pictures came into
view and disappeared into the top roll before Harry, Ron, and Hermione
reached the end of the parchment.
What they saw there made their blood run cold.
It was a picture of a tiny skull, with a snake protruding grotesquely
from its mouth, like a tongue. Ron gasped. Hermione put her hand to her
mouth. Harry gaped, puzzled.
"The Dark Mark."
Just then Angelina Johnson appeared behind Hermione. She had crept up
so noiselessly that the three of them jumped in unison. Angelina laughed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything! Harry and Ron, I wanted to
have a word with you about Quidditch practice."
"Oh, right," Ron said, eyeing Hermione as she surreptitiously pocketed
the scroll.
"Well, after the--er--match against Slytherin--" Angelina
glanced sideways as though she actually wanted to call the disastrous
match something more fitting "--I was thinking we ought to practice
more."
"We're already practicing three times a week," Harry put in.
Hermione looked alarmed. "Yes, they've got O.W.L.s in a few months,
they need time to study."
Angelina smiled at Hermione politely but addressed Ron and Harry. "Yes, well, I was thinking it couldn't hurt to have one more practice a
week. I've spoken with Katie, Alicia, Fred, and George, and Friday nights
work best for us."
Harry looked at Ron and grinned. Friday was the night Professor Green
had set for their run. He wondered whether they'd be able to get out of it...
"But we've got to meet Professor Green Friday nights," Hermione
protested.
Ron rolled his eyes.
Angelina considered this. "I'll talk to her for you. I'm sure we could
work something out. The seventh-years meet her on Thursday nights; you
two could probably just run with us."
"Alright," Harry replied brightly. Ron grunted his assent.
"Right then, I'll let you know what she says." With that, Angelina
disappeared through the portrait hole.
"Thanks, Hermione. We might've gotten out of running if you hadn't
said anything." Ron stared at her crossly.
"Oh, really, Ron. As if Professor Green wouldn't have noticed you
missing." Hermione waved a hand dismissively. "And speaking of
Professor Green." She lowered her voice and focused on Harry. "Harry,
you've got to get this scroll back to her. It could be really important to
her, or it could have some Dark curse on it. Either way, you can't keep it."
Harry took a deep breath. He had seen this coming. "Look, nothing bad's
happened to me yet. I really want to find out what's written on it--" But
Hermione wasn't buying it; she simply glared at him. He knew she was
right; there was no way he could keep the scroll.
"Well, we can ask her what it says. If she doesn't know, I'm sure she'll
take it to Professor Thorne to figure out. Either way," Hermione's eyes
narrowed, "the best way to find out what's on this scroll is to give it back
to Professor Green."
Although she made sense, Harry couldn't help having reservations about giving the scroll back. His scar, and the Dark Mark--what could they have in common? If Green didn't know about the scroll being hidden away in the trunk, that was alright, but if she did... Harry wondered why she wouldn't tell him what she knew. He was certain that the lightning glyph on the scroll had something to do with his scar. This scroll could tell him something about himself. He had to find out what that was.
***
"What's this?" Professor Green stared down at the little scroll that
Harry had just placed on the palm of her hand.
"Don't you recognize it?" Hermione asked.
"No. Should I?" Very carefully, Professor Green placed the scroll on
her desk. Slowly she unrolled it and inspected the strange writing.
Harry took a deep breath and began to explain. He told her exactly how
he had come to find the scroll in her trunk, and how he had absentmindedly
carried it up to the dormitory in his pocket. She gasped, glanced back
down at the scroll, and addressed Harry sternly.
"Harry! I'm very surprised at you. Don't you realize that it could be
cursed? And you exposed your friends to it as well," she looked around
Harry at Hermione and Ron. "I'm extremely disappointed in your judgment. I'm afraid I will have to deduct fifteen points from Gryffindor for this.
"However, you did decide to bring it back--a wise choice, and probably
not an easy one to make, considering that you didn't know whether I'd ever
discover that the scroll was missing. I think that should earn you back
five points." She paused thoughtfully.
Hermione nudged Harry in the ribs and shot him a very self-satisfied
smile. Obnoxious as this was, Harry knew that Hermione had made the
correct decision, and he was grateful. Still Professor Green mused
quietly, and just when Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to wonder whether
she was ever going to continue, she clasped her hands together, turned
toward them, and spoke. "In light of your decision to return this scroll to
me, I think we can consider the matter closed. However, I sincerely hope
that you will pay more heed to my instructions in the future. At some
point, your life may depend on it."
Harry nodded somberly, grateful to be receiving only a reprimand. He
didn't know whether he would have been able to stand two detentions in
the same week.
"You don't know what's written on it, then?" Ron asked.
Professor Green shook her head and stared back at the scroll. "No, I'm
afraid not. I always was bad with runes and foreign scripts, to be quite
honest." She raised her head and looked at the three of them. "I think this
is a problem for Professor Thorne."
Professor Thorne's office was located on the fourth floor of the castle,
near the library. With Harry, Ron, and Hermione in tow, Professor Green
marched up to his door and knocked.
The door opened to reveal a tall, reedy wizard, with gray hair and a
moustache, holding a pipe. Harry had seen him before, in the corridors and
the Great Hall. He figured the man must be about the same age as
Professor McGonagall.
"Ah, Professor Green and Miss Granger." He nodded at them, then
noticed Harry and Ron. "Hello, there. I don't believe we've met."
"Professor, these are my friends," Hermione explained, "Ron Weasley
and--"
"Why, Harry Potter, of course," Professor Thorne interrupted, his eyes
performing the familiar flicker up to the scar on Harry's forehead. He
shook Ron's and Harry's hands, smiling.
"Pleased to make your acquaintances, Mister Weasley and Mister
Potter. I am Professor Julius Thorne, Master of Foreign Languages and
Scripts at Hogwarts." He turned and addressed Professor Green and
Hermione again.
"Well, I must say, this is quite a surprise. To what do I owe
the--"
Without waiting for him to finish, Professor Green held up the scroll. Professor Thorne instantly froze, and his eyes grew wide.
"My dear, what is this?" he whispered, taking it from her.
"Professor, shall we step inside your office?" Professor Green asked.
"Oh yes, of course, where are my manners?" Professor Thorne
answered absent-mindedly, gesturing in the direction of his office. Professor Green ushered Harry, Ron, and Hermione inside; Professor Thorne
followed slowly, never looking up from the scroll.
His office was a rectangular room, like every other teacher's office
that Harry had seen at Hogwarts, except Dumbledore's. This room looked
like it could belong to any teacher, except for the bookshelves completely
covering the walls--and the ceiling. Harry and Ron craned their necks to
stare in amazement at the shelves directly above them; their contents by
all rights should have slid right off and fallen on their heads.
"They're charmed, of course," Hermione intoned quietly, noticing the
boys' surprised looks.
Every shelf in the room was full of all kinds of texts: old, dusty books,
parchment manuscripts, inscribed stone tablets, carved fragments of
wood--even a few yellowed scrolls like the one Harry had found. But
judging from Professor Thorne's reaction, none of these shelves contained
a scroll quite like the one the scholar now held in his hands.
"Good heavens," Professor Thorne whispered, moving to his desk and
setting the scroll down upon it. He picked up a magnifying glass and began
to inspect the scroll more closely. "Where did you get this?"
"Harry found it in my trunk last night--I had him in there doing
detention," Professor Green explained. "It was hidden in there; I had never
seen it before."
"Do you have any idea who put it there?"
Professor Green shook her head. "The only thing I can figure is, it must
have belonged to the person who owned the trunk before me."
"Another Auror?" Professor Thorne turned the scroll over and began to
inspect the back.
"I assume so." Professor Green shrugged. "I was never told who the
trunk belonged to before it came into my possession."
After a long pause, Professor Thorne finally looked up from the scroll. He placed the magnifying glass on the desk and spoke hesitantly, almost
anxiously. "My dear, had you considered that this may be a matter for the
Ministry to solve?"
"Yes. But considering that Harry, Ron, and Hermione have already been
exposed to the scroll, I'd rather not wait eight to ten weeks for some
Ministry bureaucrat to tell me whether it's cursed. And besides, we don't
even know that the Ministry knows what it is; it might have belonged to
some Auror who didn't know what to do with it ... Though I can't say why
he would have stuffed it into a crack in the wall like that."
Professor Thorne started, obviously horrified by the idea of the
decrepit scroll being "stuffed" anywhere.
"Besides," Professor Green continued matter-of-factly, "My
grandfather says there's no one in Britain more knowledgeable about
foreign languages than yourself. If the Ministry doesn't know what it is, I
suppose they'd just send it to you to translate anyway."
Professor Thorne relaxed and spoke with a regal air, gratified by the
compliment. "Yes, quite so. Well, I have drawn a few conclusions about
this little scroll." He paused dramatically, looking around at them all. "It's definitely not British, and it's quite old--possibly as old as several
thousand years, if it's had a Preservation Charm put on it."
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. "It's not British, and it's old," he
whispered. "Good thing we asked an expert."
Professor Thorne didn't appear to hear Ron's remark. Hermione, who
had been making a visible effort to hold her tongue, could remain silent no
longer.
"Professor, I was noticing that the characters look very much like
Hebrew, but not exactly. And did you see the glyphs lined up along the
right-hand side? They're not a part of this alphabet, are they?"
Professor Thorne beamed down at Hermione, who looked a bit
breathless but intensely relieved to have said her piece. "Miss Granger is
quite perceptive--but that's no surprise, is it?" He looked up at the rest
of them. "Yes, I do think this is an ancient Semitic script, but I'm not
sure exactly which. I have to admit, my specialty is Celtic runes, not
ancient Middle Eastern languages." He looked back down at the scroll and
carefully began to unroll it. "But I think that with a little research I can
get to the bottom of--"
He hesitated as he saw the Dark Mark at the very end of the scroll. A
glimmer of recognition appeared in his eyes. "I see." He glanced quickly
at Harry, and then at Professor Green. "Yes, I think it wise that we
attempt to decipher this here, as quickly as possible. I have a colleague at
Timshel University in Tel-Aviv; I'll consult with him by owl as quickly as
possible."
"Please, sir," Hermione said timidly. "I was wondering if you might
allow me to help you. As a kind of extra-credit assignment."
Professor Thorne frowned down at her. "Miss Granger, don't be
ridiculous. Your marks in my class are perfect."
Hermione grinned, reddening. "All the same, I'm very interested in this
scroll. We're convinced it says something significant about ... at least
one of us."
Professor Thorne scowled down at the scroll thoughtfully. "Well, it is
a rather long document, and I suspect it will take a while to decode. It's
tedious work. So ... yes, I suppose I would be grateful for your help." He
looked down again at Hermione. "Thank you, Miss Granger."
As Harry headed off for Divination class with Ron a few minutes later,
he was excited at the prospect of getting some answers about the scroll,
but also a bit disappointed; he hadn't expected it to take so long. He would
have to be patient.
