Disclaimer: As much as I want to own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
A.N. Voldemort is back! And maybe Tom too. Tom? Did I say Tom? I meant Ron.
Ron's not really dead. uh.. Hmm. Fine. Tom might be back, but it depends if I write
it in, because I do pre notes, and after notes.
I'LL E-MAIL NEXT CHAPTER TO WINNER OF CONTEST BELOW THE FANFICTION! RULES ARE IN THE A.N. ON THE BOTTOM.
Uncovering plots, discovering family ties, and jumping weeks.
"Wormtail." a cold voice said with a hint of fury.
"Yes my lord?" Wormtail asked, approaching Voldemort fearfully.
"How do you fail me in seeing to that nobody but I should kill Potter?" Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail cowered.
"I- I- I apologize m- my lord! A- a demon did it!" Wormtail stammered.
Voldemort's face went from white to ashy color
"Liar! Crucio!" he screamed.
Wormtail prepared for the excruciating pain, but it never came.
"You failed to perform the Cruciatus." Wormtail said, staring in shock.
"Imperio!" Voldemort yelled.
Nothing.
"Avada Kedavra!" he added.
Still nothing.
"You've lost your magic." Wormtail uttered, coming up close with his silver hand.
"What are you doing?" Voldemort demanded.
"Becoming the next dark lord!" Wormtail yelled.
"Petrificus Totalus. Dormis Morficus." Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail collapsed, asleep.
Voldemort knew he was slowly losing his ability to perform any magic sustained by Killing Curse. He would soon be dead. The Killing curse was his path to immortality. But the demon rose. And he, the Lord Voldemort would forget his purpose. Unless. unless he managed to be underneath the Hogwarts shield that protected it's students. But then he'd had to be years younger than he really was mentally and physically. But he had an idea.
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"How dare they send his things over? We do not want them! I wouldn't shed a tear over him!" Petunia Dursley ranted angrily as she tossed them into a bag and next to the trash that was being emptied.
She went back inside to prepare breakfast.
Dudley was watching his mother throw out something.
'Did she really carry out her threat? Would she really throw out his computer and his game stations?' Dudley wondered.
He quickly waddled over, grabbed the bag, and ran back to the backyard entrance to his house as fast as a person his size could.
He carefully pulled it into his newest room, or his older one that had belonged to Harry until recently
He locked the door and emptied the bag.
It was only Harry's books, quills, parchment, ink, and his wand.
And some fluid like thing.
It was a cloak.
Dudley tried it on, and it fit him perfectly. Only his head was showing in the mirror. But he knew the rest of his body was there underneath the cloak. It was actually pretty cool, although a bit weird. But not as freaky as he had originally believed. Maybe the rest of Harry's books were as cool as this cloak.
"Dudley? Breakfast!" his mother called from behind the door.
His mother would hate him if she knew what he was doing.
Then he had an idea.
He pulled off the cloak, and covered all of Harry's things, grabbed one of his books from his broken shelf.
He flipped to the 10th page, and opened the locked door, with his head staring intently into the thick book.
Petunia was shocked.
Her Duddy-kins was reading. He had grown up.
"Mum, did you know that Neptune is currently the ninth planet because of Pluto's off balance orbit?" Dudley asked, trying to sound like he was really interested in the book.
"No, sweettums." Mrs. Dursley answered, as they walked downstairs.
Dudley munched on the cucumber slices, trying to look like the book was important, and wondering how he could see what was in Harry's books without angering his Mum and Dad.
"Dudley's going to be a smart man." Mr.Dursley said proudly, wondering if there was a way they could eat out for dinner tonight as some sort of celebration for Dudley, and excuse to not eat the rabbit food.
Dudley had decided all he had to do was run around the park trail while reading.
He excused himself and left the table, leaving his half eaten plate of cucumber there.
He quickly ran up and wondered how he could hide all of Harry's things from his Mum.
He then placed everything on the invisibility cloak, made a bundle with it, held it carefully, and went out with a book of the solar system.
He was easily tired of running, but he didn't notice it.
The books were addictive.
He was ashamed to admit it, but magic sounded useful.
When he got home at 6 and hid the stuff, his Mum came in to tell him they were going out for dinner.
Normally he'd be overjoyed, but the combination of the guilt from reading Harry's books, and the exhaustion from running on the muddy trail, and grabbing onto every nearby pole to avoid slipping, prevented him from feeling that.
At the restaurant, he only ordered a salad while his parents ordered steaks and lobster, which had shocked them again.
He was secretly thinking about getting back to the book, and decided that he might as well please them.
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The next morning they had went off the rabbit food, except for Dudley.
He didn't seem to notice though.
He went off to the park again.
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2 weeks later
~Dream~
"Draco Malfoy. I assume that you grew up within the five years?" a dark haired man with silver gray eyes asked.
"I don't think I know you." Draco said carefully, watching him with curiosity.
"You've forgotten Salazar?" The man asked amused.
" I know no Salazar." Draco said.
"Not even Salazar Slytherin?" The man asked amused.
Draco stared with amazement.
"I must be dreaming." Draco said.
"That is correct. I've contacted you through a dream." Salazar said.
"Why?" Draco asked impulsively.
"So ambitious to know more.. I must be correct in choosing you to be my heir." Salazar said.
"Me your heir? I don't know Parseltongue. You've made a mistake." Draco said, hoping that he really didn't.
"I've made no mistake, and you know it. You are the shifter of the 4. Unlike the reborn, you do not die. You are Draconis Slytherin." Salazar proclaimed, putting his wand tip to Draco's, enveloping Draco in a green light.
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2 more weeks later
Hermione sat in her room at the Weasley's, rereading "Hogwarts A History".
Suddenly, a picture of Rowena Ravenclaw appeared.
"Don't frown. Smile. I won't have a frowning heir." Rowena said.
"I haven't seen you in this book before." Hermione remarked.
"And I have only decided my heir moments ago." Rowena remarked in the same tone.
"And that is?" Hermione asked.
"You my dear. And you've got no choice. Now be a darling and put your wand to the picture." Rowena said.
'Me? An heir? Of Ravenclaw?' Hermione thought.
"Yes dear. Now put your wand tip to it?" Rowena requested.
Hermione placed her wand tip to the picture, wondering if the death of her best friends had caused her to have damage from trauma to see the picture.
"You are the enlightened, Hermione dear, and that makes you Hermione Ravenclaw. Continue using Granger as you please though." Rowena said, before the picture vanished.
The wand had a faint glow to it, and felt lighter, but other than that there was no visible change.
Hermione knew otherwise.
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3 weeks later
"We have to get new uniforms for our little Duddykins. I'm so proud of him." Aunt Petunia said proudly in her bed.
"I'm proud too, Petunia. But don't you think he's a bit too skinny? He'll resemble the dead ungrateful brat in size if he keeps on losing weight like that. But it is a nice change back to eating red meat." Vernon said.
"He wouldn't look like that brat. Our Duddykins eats and exercises, and is healthy, and is brilliant, and there's nobody in the world better than him." Petunia declared.
If she knew why Dudley had suddenly became obedient though, she wouldn't feel the same way.
Fear of being caught could cause a person to do a lot changes to prevent from being in trouble.
Dudley was scared. He never wanted to have anything to do with the abnormal kind. He couldn't stop though. It was like the books were enchanted so that you had to finish reading them. It was highly possible that he was, according to "A Charm to Cure Reluctant Reversers"(last paragraph, pg 27, Prisoner of Azkaban)
Either way, he wouldn't be able to reverse it. He was muggle, according to all these books. And he didn't have a wand. Fortunately, he found an incantation, and all you needed to do was chant it three times while mixing snidget feathers with powdered unicorn horn, and shredded dragon hide of a Fireball, using a wand. The phrase 'Incatus Piror Reversio' should reverse the spell, but if mispronounced, it would have an unknown affect. The 's' in reversio was faded though.
He located the ingredients using a potions textbook of Harry's.
All he needed was a wand.
At the corner of his eye, he spotted a wooden stick.
Harry's wand.
He grabbed it.
"Incatus Prior Reverio. Incatas Piror Reverio.Incatus Piror Reverio!" he chanted, stirring the ingredients.
The ingredients exploded, but no sound accompanied it.
Instead, it caused strange light filled waves to travel within the whole room.
Dudley stared in awe.
The light waves faded and Harry's wand glowed, emitting light gold and scarlet sparks.
Then he heard a slam.
He hid the wand in his shirt, and quickly wrapped Harry's things in the invisibility cloak.
Fear struck his gut.
He leaned a ladder at the side of the house, and climbed down, throwing the bundle first.
He had to hide these things.
Then he saw a crevice in a tree, and stuffed the things in.
The light went on in his parent's room.
No time to climb back in.
He hid behind the massive tree.
Screams came from his parent's room instead, and there was a glint of a knife.
He peeked from behind the tree, horrified at the silhouettes of his parents dying.
A smoky grotesque greenish skull with a snake in its mouth emitted from the house.
Although Dudley didn't know what it was yet, he knew it was the symbol of some sort of thing that caused the death of his parents.
Or a warning.
His parents were gone.
It wouldn't be worth it living by himself in the house where his parents died.
Then the house started burning.
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Arabella Figg's dark magic detectors went off.
She apparated out front as fast as she could, while in her robes.
The dark mark mixed with the smoke coming from the burning house.
Although they weren't the nicest people, they didn't deserve dying because they were related to Harry.
Nobody deserved that.
Then she noticed a 15-year-old boy standing in shock, still in his pajamas.
Probably another muggle who came by.
She got ready to put a memory charm, but before she could cast it, the boy passed out, and the fire illuminated his face.
It was Dudley Dursley, and he would be a useful witness to what happened.
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"You've eliminated all possibilities that the heirs to the founders would join up?" a young voice questioned.
"I have my lord. We eliminated the Gryffindor line. Harry Potter is dead, and I've murdered the other carrier of the line, his muggle aunt Petunia. There were no other possible carriers. The magical fire took care of the sleeping Dudley." Nott said.
"Good. You may leave." The younger voice hissed.
Nott exited, causing the candle to flicker.
As the light moved, it landed on a face of a teen. It was a tall pale teen with raven black hair, and turquoise blue eyes.
It was painful, and hard work, but Lord Voldemort was made youthful, and he was going to become more powerful underneath the ancient magic of Hogwarts.
Now he had some recruiting to do.
Some demons were killing off death eaters.
It was late though.
He was tired.
Recruiting could wait until another day.
He was going to sleep now.
After all, he was a growing teenager.
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"He should be awake in 15 minutes." Madame Pomfrey said, yawning.
"Thank you Poppy, go on to bed. I wish to speak to him." Dumbledore said.
"But Headmaster- " Madame Pomfrey started saying.
"You need sleep Poppy. I'll call for you when I need you." Dumbledore said firmly.
"Yes Headmaster." Madame Pomfrey said, leaving the hospital wing.
A warm breeze entered the room.
Dumbledore pulled out a small amulet made of gold with a ruby in the center.
It looked dulled and lacked luster.
He unclasped the chain and placed it around Dudley's neck.
'It could have been for Harry, but it works just as well for you. If your parents didn't want you off the list for Hogwarts, you could have had better training, than rather the books you read through enchantments.' Dumbledore thought silently.
The amulet glowed softly, and vanished.
Dumbledore left the room.
A red headed ghost entered the hospital wing, and Dudley awoke.
Why did the ghost's face look so much like his?
Was he dead?
Light waves were bouncing off the walls and back.
The ghost then smiled.
A stunned look formed on Dudley's face.
Crimson blood flowed slowly from the ghost's finger, which advanced towards Dudley's head.
Dudley found that he couldn't move.
The bloody finger streaked through his blond hair three times, going from the center of the forehead, both temples, all leading to the nape of the neck in a perfectly arced curve.
He felt the blood on the forehead drip toward his eyes, and covered his sight, since he couldn't close them.
The world blacked out.
Dumbledore reentered 13 minutes later, and found exactly what he expected.
Laying on the bed was someone that resembled the boy on it earlier, but he was different.
His hair was a dark blond, and three luster filled crimson streaks were in his hair and his eyes were a golden brown.
He was the discovered.
Eclipse Gryffindor is the heir to Godric Gryffindor, and he was Dudley Dursley the muggle, minutes ago.
A.N. La de da! Bet this was unexpected! Dudley was a bit out of character really. Using a bit of psychology makes it little though. Wouldn't you be extra good if you knew you were doing something that could cause you to be disowned? Oh well. Not one moment did Harry show up. By the way this is only 13 pages of fanfiction and 1 page of randomness.. I'm sorry. It'll be longer. Please review! It's a strange change isn't it?
Mione
One line of this out of fic conversation will be in a future chapter. I'll e-mail next chapter to whoever guesses which line. | | | | \/
HermioneGMalfoy: I know the plot!!! Hermione: Shh. Don't give it away! I don't want to know. Ron: Well, don't we all need to hide something? Harry: What are you hiding? Ron: Nothing. (runs out) Hermione: Harry? Does that mean you're hiding something? Harry: Me? No. of course not! (runs out) Hermione: Hmm. suspicious. (Seraph Hufflepuff and Demon Lord comes in fighting) Seraph: Die! You killed my best friend! Demon: You die! You killed my best friend! Hermione: Well, they didn't kill my best friends. (spots dead bodies of Ron and Harry) Seraph: I killed Ron! Demon: I killed Harry! Hermione: You killed my best friends! Seraph: :whispers: Run for your life. Demon: :whispers: It's the Hogwarts a History. DL and SH: Ahhhhh!!!! Run!!!! (runs and slips out of demon and seraph costume) Hermione: You tricked me?!?!?! HP and RW: Noo!!! We won't read it!!!
A.N. Voldemort is back! And maybe Tom too. Tom? Did I say Tom? I meant Ron.
Ron's not really dead. uh.. Hmm. Fine. Tom might be back, but it depends if I write
it in, because I do pre notes, and after notes.
I'LL E-MAIL NEXT CHAPTER TO WINNER OF CONTEST BELOW THE FANFICTION! RULES ARE IN THE A.N. ON THE BOTTOM.
Uncovering plots, discovering family ties, and jumping weeks.
"Wormtail." a cold voice said with a hint of fury.
"Yes my lord?" Wormtail asked, approaching Voldemort fearfully.
"How do you fail me in seeing to that nobody but I should kill Potter?" Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail cowered.
"I- I- I apologize m- my lord! A- a demon did it!" Wormtail stammered.
Voldemort's face went from white to ashy color
"Liar! Crucio!" he screamed.
Wormtail prepared for the excruciating pain, but it never came.
"You failed to perform the Cruciatus." Wormtail said, staring in shock.
"Imperio!" Voldemort yelled.
Nothing.
"Avada Kedavra!" he added.
Still nothing.
"You've lost your magic." Wormtail uttered, coming up close with his silver hand.
"What are you doing?" Voldemort demanded.
"Becoming the next dark lord!" Wormtail yelled.
"Petrificus Totalus. Dormis Morficus." Voldemort hissed.
Wormtail collapsed, asleep.
Voldemort knew he was slowly losing his ability to perform any magic sustained by Killing Curse. He would soon be dead. The Killing curse was his path to immortality. But the demon rose. And he, the Lord Voldemort would forget his purpose. Unless. unless he managed to be underneath the Hogwarts shield that protected it's students. But then he'd had to be years younger than he really was mentally and physically. But he had an idea.
************************************************************************
"How dare they send his things over? We do not want them! I wouldn't shed a tear over him!" Petunia Dursley ranted angrily as she tossed them into a bag and next to the trash that was being emptied.
She went back inside to prepare breakfast.
Dudley was watching his mother throw out something.
'Did she really carry out her threat? Would she really throw out his computer and his game stations?' Dudley wondered.
He quickly waddled over, grabbed the bag, and ran back to the backyard entrance to his house as fast as a person his size could.
He carefully pulled it into his newest room, or his older one that had belonged to Harry until recently
He locked the door and emptied the bag.
It was only Harry's books, quills, parchment, ink, and his wand.
And some fluid like thing.
It was a cloak.
Dudley tried it on, and it fit him perfectly. Only his head was showing in the mirror. But he knew the rest of his body was there underneath the cloak. It was actually pretty cool, although a bit weird. But not as freaky as he had originally believed. Maybe the rest of Harry's books were as cool as this cloak.
"Dudley? Breakfast!" his mother called from behind the door.
His mother would hate him if she knew what he was doing.
Then he had an idea.
He pulled off the cloak, and covered all of Harry's things, grabbed one of his books from his broken shelf.
He flipped to the 10th page, and opened the locked door, with his head staring intently into the thick book.
Petunia was shocked.
Her Duddy-kins was reading. He had grown up.
"Mum, did you know that Neptune is currently the ninth planet because of Pluto's off balance orbit?" Dudley asked, trying to sound like he was really interested in the book.
"No, sweettums." Mrs. Dursley answered, as they walked downstairs.
Dudley munched on the cucumber slices, trying to look like the book was important, and wondering how he could see what was in Harry's books without angering his Mum and Dad.
"Dudley's going to be a smart man." Mr.Dursley said proudly, wondering if there was a way they could eat out for dinner tonight as some sort of celebration for Dudley, and excuse to not eat the rabbit food.
Dudley had decided all he had to do was run around the park trail while reading.
He excused himself and left the table, leaving his half eaten plate of cucumber there.
He quickly ran up and wondered how he could hide all of Harry's things from his Mum.
He then placed everything on the invisibility cloak, made a bundle with it, held it carefully, and went out with a book of the solar system.
He was easily tired of running, but he didn't notice it.
The books were addictive.
He was ashamed to admit it, but magic sounded useful.
When he got home at 6 and hid the stuff, his Mum came in to tell him they were going out for dinner.
Normally he'd be overjoyed, but the combination of the guilt from reading Harry's books, and the exhaustion from running on the muddy trail, and grabbing onto every nearby pole to avoid slipping, prevented him from feeling that.
At the restaurant, he only ordered a salad while his parents ordered steaks and lobster, which had shocked them again.
He was secretly thinking about getting back to the book, and decided that he might as well please them.
************************************************************************
The next morning they had went off the rabbit food, except for Dudley.
He didn't seem to notice though.
He went off to the park again.
************************************************************************
2 weeks later
~Dream~
"Draco Malfoy. I assume that you grew up within the five years?" a dark haired man with silver gray eyes asked.
"I don't think I know you." Draco said carefully, watching him with curiosity.
"You've forgotten Salazar?" The man asked amused.
" I know no Salazar." Draco said.
"Not even Salazar Slytherin?" The man asked amused.
Draco stared with amazement.
"I must be dreaming." Draco said.
"That is correct. I've contacted you through a dream." Salazar said.
"Why?" Draco asked impulsively.
"So ambitious to know more.. I must be correct in choosing you to be my heir." Salazar said.
"Me your heir? I don't know Parseltongue. You've made a mistake." Draco said, hoping that he really didn't.
"I've made no mistake, and you know it. You are the shifter of the 4. Unlike the reborn, you do not die. You are Draconis Slytherin." Salazar proclaimed, putting his wand tip to Draco's, enveloping Draco in a green light.
************************************************************************
2 more weeks later
Hermione sat in her room at the Weasley's, rereading "Hogwarts A History".
Suddenly, a picture of Rowena Ravenclaw appeared.
"Don't frown. Smile. I won't have a frowning heir." Rowena said.
"I haven't seen you in this book before." Hermione remarked.
"And I have only decided my heir moments ago." Rowena remarked in the same tone.
"And that is?" Hermione asked.
"You my dear. And you've got no choice. Now be a darling and put your wand to the picture." Rowena said.
'Me? An heir? Of Ravenclaw?' Hermione thought.
"Yes dear. Now put your wand tip to it?" Rowena requested.
Hermione placed her wand tip to the picture, wondering if the death of her best friends had caused her to have damage from trauma to see the picture.
"You are the enlightened, Hermione dear, and that makes you Hermione Ravenclaw. Continue using Granger as you please though." Rowena said, before the picture vanished.
The wand had a faint glow to it, and felt lighter, but other than that there was no visible change.
Hermione knew otherwise.
************************************************************************
3 weeks later
"We have to get new uniforms for our little Duddykins. I'm so proud of him." Aunt Petunia said proudly in her bed.
"I'm proud too, Petunia. But don't you think he's a bit too skinny? He'll resemble the dead ungrateful brat in size if he keeps on losing weight like that. But it is a nice change back to eating red meat." Vernon said.
"He wouldn't look like that brat. Our Duddykins eats and exercises, and is healthy, and is brilliant, and there's nobody in the world better than him." Petunia declared.
If she knew why Dudley had suddenly became obedient though, she wouldn't feel the same way.
Fear of being caught could cause a person to do a lot changes to prevent from being in trouble.
Dudley was scared. He never wanted to have anything to do with the abnormal kind. He couldn't stop though. It was like the books were enchanted so that you had to finish reading them. It was highly possible that he was, according to "A Charm to Cure Reluctant Reversers"(last paragraph, pg 27, Prisoner of Azkaban)
Either way, he wouldn't be able to reverse it. He was muggle, according to all these books. And he didn't have a wand. Fortunately, he found an incantation, and all you needed to do was chant it three times while mixing snidget feathers with powdered unicorn horn, and shredded dragon hide of a Fireball, using a wand. The phrase 'Incatus Piror Reversio' should reverse the spell, but if mispronounced, it would have an unknown affect. The 's' in reversio was faded though.
He located the ingredients using a potions textbook of Harry's.
All he needed was a wand.
At the corner of his eye, he spotted a wooden stick.
Harry's wand.
He grabbed it.
"Incatus Prior Reverio. Incatas Piror Reverio.Incatus Piror Reverio!" he chanted, stirring the ingredients.
The ingredients exploded, but no sound accompanied it.
Instead, it caused strange light filled waves to travel within the whole room.
Dudley stared in awe.
The light waves faded and Harry's wand glowed, emitting light gold and scarlet sparks.
Then he heard a slam.
He hid the wand in his shirt, and quickly wrapped Harry's things in the invisibility cloak.
Fear struck his gut.
He leaned a ladder at the side of the house, and climbed down, throwing the bundle first.
He had to hide these things.
Then he saw a crevice in a tree, and stuffed the things in.
The light went on in his parent's room.
No time to climb back in.
He hid behind the massive tree.
Screams came from his parent's room instead, and there was a glint of a knife.
He peeked from behind the tree, horrified at the silhouettes of his parents dying.
A smoky grotesque greenish skull with a snake in its mouth emitted from the house.
Although Dudley didn't know what it was yet, he knew it was the symbol of some sort of thing that caused the death of his parents.
Or a warning.
His parents were gone.
It wouldn't be worth it living by himself in the house where his parents died.
Then the house started burning.
************************************************************************
Arabella Figg's dark magic detectors went off.
She apparated out front as fast as she could, while in her robes.
The dark mark mixed with the smoke coming from the burning house.
Although they weren't the nicest people, they didn't deserve dying because they were related to Harry.
Nobody deserved that.
Then she noticed a 15-year-old boy standing in shock, still in his pajamas.
Probably another muggle who came by.
She got ready to put a memory charm, but before she could cast it, the boy passed out, and the fire illuminated his face.
It was Dudley Dursley, and he would be a useful witness to what happened.
************************************************************************
"You've eliminated all possibilities that the heirs to the founders would join up?" a young voice questioned.
"I have my lord. We eliminated the Gryffindor line. Harry Potter is dead, and I've murdered the other carrier of the line, his muggle aunt Petunia. There were no other possible carriers. The magical fire took care of the sleeping Dudley." Nott said.
"Good. You may leave." The younger voice hissed.
Nott exited, causing the candle to flicker.
As the light moved, it landed on a face of a teen. It was a tall pale teen with raven black hair, and turquoise blue eyes.
It was painful, and hard work, but Lord Voldemort was made youthful, and he was going to become more powerful underneath the ancient magic of Hogwarts.
Now he had some recruiting to do.
Some demons were killing off death eaters.
It was late though.
He was tired.
Recruiting could wait until another day.
He was going to sleep now.
After all, he was a growing teenager.
************************************************************************
"He should be awake in 15 minutes." Madame Pomfrey said, yawning.
"Thank you Poppy, go on to bed. I wish to speak to him." Dumbledore said.
"But Headmaster- " Madame Pomfrey started saying.
"You need sleep Poppy. I'll call for you when I need you." Dumbledore said firmly.
"Yes Headmaster." Madame Pomfrey said, leaving the hospital wing.
A warm breeze entered the room.
Dumbledore pulled out a small amulet made of gold with a ruby in the center.
It looked dulled and lacked luster.
He unclasped the chain and placed it around Dudley's neck.
'It could have been for Harry, but it works just as well for you. If your parents didn't want you off the list for Hogwarts, you could have had better training, than rather the books you read through enchantments.' Dumbledore thought silently.
The amulet glowed softly, and vanished.
Dumbledore left the room.
A red headed ghost entered the hospital wing, and Dudley awoke.
Why did the ghost's face look so much like his?
Was he dead?
Light waves were bouncing off the walls and back.
The ghost then smiled.
A stunned look formed on Dudley's face.
Crimson blood flowed slowly from the ghost's finger, which advanced towards Dudley's head.
Dudley found that he couldn't move.
The bloody finger streaked through his blond hair three times, going from the center of the forehead, both temples, all leading to the nape of the neck in a perfectly arced curve.
He felt the blood on the forehead drip toward his eyes, and covered his sight, since he couldn't close them.
The world blacked out.
Dumbledore reentered 13 minutes later, and found exactly what he expected.
Laying on the bed was someone that resembled the boy on it earlier, but he was different.
His hair was a dark blond, and three luster filled crimson streaks were in his hair and his eyes were a golden brown.
He was the discovered.
Eclipse Gryffindor is the heir to Godric Gryffindor, and he was Dudley Dursley the muggle, minutes ago.
A.N. La de da! Bet this was unexpected! Dudley was a bit out of character really. Using a bit of psychology makes it little though. Wouldn't you be extra good if you knew you were doing something that could cause you to be disowned? Oh well. Not one moment did Harry show up. By the way this is only 13 pages of fanfiction and 1 page of randomness.. I'm sorry. It'll be longer. Please review! It's a strange change isn't it?
Mione
One line of this out of fic conversation will be in a future chapter. I'll e-mail next chapter to whoever guesses which line. | | | | \/
HermioneGMalfoy: I know the plot!!! Hermione: Shh. Don't give it away! I don't want to know. Ron: Well, don't we all need to hide something? Harry: What are you hiding? Ron: Nothing. (runs out) Hermione: Harry? Does that mean you're hiding something? Harry: Me? No. of course not! (runs out) Hermione: Hmm. suspicious. (Seraph Hufflepuff and Demon Lord comes in fighting) Seraph: Die! You killed my best friend! Demon: You die! You killed my best friend! Hermione: Well, they didn't kill my best friends. (spots dead bodies of Ron and Harry) Seraph: I killed Ron! Demon: I killed Harry! Hermione: You killed my best friends! Seraph: :whispers: Run for your life. Demon: :whispers: It's the Hogwarts a History. DL and SH: Ahhhhh!!!! Run!!!! (runs and slips out of demon and seraph costume) Hermione: You tricked me?!?!?! HP and RW: Noo!!! We won't read it!!!