10: Recovering and Beran's dream
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The world around Harry swirled back into existence mid-afternoon. He sat up groggily, but instantly clasped his head, his scar was burning terribly, and he knew exactly why- Hogsmeade was now taken, and Voldemort would be near constantly. He groaned, put on his glasses, and looked around. He was in Hogwarts hospital wing, thankfully. All of the Weasleys were sat round him, looking at him worriedly. Sirius was also there, chewing on his nails. When Harry opened his eyes, Sirius leapt towards him and drew him into a hug, Mrs Weasley followed suite.
'I thought we'd lost you' Sirius said, painfully. 'But no, nothing can stop you, Harry not even Voldemort' Harry grinned up at him.
'How are you doing Harry?' Asked Ron.
'I'm fine, apart from my scar, Where's Hermione?' Ron made a face.
'She's in the Library, it's lunch at the moment, but school started today! You were out for two days!' Harry smiled in spite of himself, Hermione would constantly be in the library this year- they had their O.W.L's. He attempted to swing himself out of bed, but stopped when Mrs Weasley told him to rest until tomorrow. They all left then, apart from Fred and George. The clapped him on his shoulder.
'Nice going, Mate' Fred said enthusiastically. 'He saw all of that battle through this orb thing Dumbledore's got' George explained 'You were brilliant' Harry thanked them, and they continued.
'Hey Harry by the way, we told Mum about the joke shop!' Fred said, with feeling. 'She gave into us, and we're going to start building it in a moths time!' Harry grinned at them.
'Nice going!' He said. 'Hey you two, when I get out of this place tomorrow, would you help me pulling a massive prank?' The twin's eyes lit up as Harry whispered what he wanted to do.
'Great thinking, Harry!' George cried, all too loudly, Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, ushered the two out of the room.
The next day was incredibly sunny for a September; it was very hot, yet the calm breeze cooled things down a little. Madam Pomfrey let Harry out a little reluctantly, saying that he should be more careful in future. As he entered the great hall, he met a great silence. Everyone, except the Slytherins, were saying nothing, the death toll, Harry thought, must have been a lot to drive people into this much silence. He bowed his head, but felt eyes watching him as he crossed the hall to his place on the Gryffindor table.
Dumbledore gravely stood up. And with a painful expression upon his face began to read a list of the casualties. The casualties seemed to hit the Hufflepuffs a lot more than any other form. They lost ten members, which was basically a whole year. Ravenclaws and Gryffindors shared the same loss, three each. Harry bowed his head at this news. Charles Kendy, who was included in the death toll, had been the head boy. Through out Dumbledore's readings, many wept and cried for people they had known, and glared icily at the Slytherins, who had lost no one, as Malfoy was the only person who took part in the war. Harry was beginning to warm to him a little, but still didn't like him terribly much. As timetables were handed out, people began to talk quietly.
'Double Divination. First' Harry groaned. Divination was the subject he hated the most, paired with potions. However, the next few lessons were OK- Charms, and Defence against the dark arts. After that they had a free period.
'I wonder who is taking DADA this year?' Ron asks curiously, Hermione shook her head.
'I don't know, and whose going to teach potions? Snape isn't here, he's spying on Voldemort' Harry nodded, frowning.
An old friend of ours his fathers voice came, mysteriously.
'Sirius?' Harry exclaimed out loud he explained what his father had said. And Ron's face brightened.
'That'd be cool' so they set off for their first lesson, Hermione left them, as she was at Arithmancy, instead of Divination. They climbed many, many stairs to get to the top of the north tower, and reached the trap door in which they climbed up, to get into the Divination classroom. It was no different from the last year. There were comfy, beanbag like stools on the floor, around wooden tables. The whole room was stifling hot, and although it was already fairly hot outside a fire crackled merrily at a massive hearth to the north of the room. People shifted uncomfortably on their stools, all except Parvati and Lavender. Who were waiting excitedly for Trelawney to appear, and she did, suddenly walking out of the shadows, like a glittering insect. Harry yawned, and blinked quickly, trying not to fall asleep right at the start of the lesson. However, somehow, from the start of the lesson, sleep seemed to beckon him, as though there was something important waiting for him there. They were studying Tarot Cards that lesson, and Harry gazed of into space, as Trelawney explained what was to be done, he knew Tarot cards were a waste of time, there wasn't much point in doing anything, a Trelawney handed out their pack of Tarot cards, and swept past them, Harry drifted into a warm, fuzzy sleep.
Suddenly he was not in the Divination classroom. The scenery around him changed to a cavern filled with golden light. Suddenly some one else flew to his side, Harry wheeled round, and saw the small figure of Beran.
'Beran, What's going on? Harry asked Beran was very confused.
'Harry, I- I don't know!' He said nervously. They started to walk along a thin rock path, although the cave was massive, there were golden ravines swirling all around them- these ravines seemed to swell with some light power, which was surely to be used for good and good only. The finally came to a wide piece of rock, on which was a marble altar, it was a pure white, and dirt seemed to be repelled from it. There was a strange aura around the altar, and upon it lay a magnificent, gold and red hilt of a sword.
'The sword of Gryffindor!' Harry gasped.
'Indeed that is the hilt of my blade' Harry jumped as a tall figure appeared; he was clad in red and gold, much like the order of phoenix costumes. The tall man had a stubbly beard, and long, brown hair, from his whole figure radiated power, a courageous power of bravery and righteousness. Harry gasped, while Beran just gaped in awe at the figure.
'Gryffindor' Harry nodded, trying to understate the moment.
'Son' Godric Gryffindor replied also nodding. As Harry thought about it, he was Godric's son, albeit with a long list of 'great' on the end. 'You will come here soon. However, only Beran can touch the sword until it is fully forged.
'Why?' Asked Beran he seemed rather scared at this prospect.
'The parts have ancient wards upon them, only a young figure of innocence and enthusiasm can touch the parts of the sword, while Gryffindor's heir can only touch the fully forged blade. Gryffindor smiled sadly at them.
'I wish you two the best of luck' He said. Suddenly a faint figure of a lady appeared behind Gryffindor, from this women radiated wisdom and intelligence, Rowena Ravenclaw. She wrapped her arms around Godric, and smiled at him.
'Good luck to you' She said, in a soft, silky voice. And then the two were gone. Harry felt very alone, even though Beran was at his side. He patted the boy on the head, and the boy trotted over to the altar, stretching his small hand out he touched the blade. Then everything as gone.
Harry sat up suddenly, realising he was back in the divination classroom. Everyone was looking at him. He got up quickly, and began to walk to the exit, Ron got up and followed him.
'What happened, dear?' Trelawney inquired as they left.
'Nothing.' Harry lied 'I have to see Dumbledore' the jumped down the ladder, ignoring Trelawney's come back- 'If you are going to Dumbledore it can't have been nothing'
Harry didn't explain what had happened to Ron; instead he focused on getting down the stairs.
It may have been Harry's imagination, but he got down the north towers stairs quicker than he had ever done before.
A/N: Well, another chapter gone. I'm sorry these are so short, but maybe the shortness adds to the tension, lol I'm talking gibberish. Annyyyway. Please R&R to tell me what you thought! The next chappy will be up soon hopefully! Well done, you were correct, Sailor Mercury, my writers block has gone- I think you'll see my next chappy tomorrow or the day after. It's a good job Schools out for summer!