Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and character Naera Vale is property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
chapter TWO: The Great Escape
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Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and just about everyone else, and a new character, Naera Vale. Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwart (complete), and Lily and James (from seventh year to that fateful night), Until Death Do Us Part (work in progress).
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Harry layed for what felt like three hours- Thinking about Ron. Ron was probably in his last year of school. Had he been made a Perfect? Head Boy? Was school going well for him?
Did Ron... have a new best friend? Harry knew it was unavoidable, but he had always hoped that Ron wouldn't give up on him, but apparently everyone had.
A knock on the door jolted Harry from his thought. No one knocked on his door. They always just came in. A key scraped against the lock and his door opened. An unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Time for your restroom break."
Harry wanted to see the speaker- it was a sweet voice, gentle and kind. A girl with short blonde hair appeared over him and frowned.
"How long have you been strapped up like this?" She unbuckled the restraint on his forehead. "Poor boy..." She looked around and went back to close the door. Harry lifted his head now that the restraint was gone and watched her. She was wearing a white nurse suit and a small hat with a red cross upon the front.
"Listen to me Harry. My name is Naera- I've come to get you." Harry merely stared at her as she undid the rest of the straps. She paused. "Can't you speak, Harry?" Her voice dripping with worry.
"I can talk..." Harry slowly sat up and Naera took the last straps off his ankles.
"Alright, but can you walk?" Naera helped him to his feet, where he stood on his own while his rescuer fished something out of her bag, which Harry hadn't noticed until just then.
"Put these on... Don't look at me like that, just put them on." She handed him a dress shirt and slacks, along with a long white lab coat.
Harry frowned. "I can't change my clothes with you watching."
Naera rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll stand guard- Hurry." She opened the door and stepped out. Within seven minutes, Harrys was fully dressed. He could hear Naera on the other side of the door, speaking with a male voice. They seemed to be chatting. Footsteps walked away and Naera returned.
"Put these on, too."
She handed him a pair of black shoes from her bag and he placed them on his bare feet. She smiled. "You look very much like a real doctor. C'mon, let's go." Naera grabbed her bag off the floor and Harry's forearm before opening the door.
"Wait!" Harry protested. "They'll know I'm not a doctor! They've all seen me before!"
Naera blinked at him, then smiled. "Oops. Here." She pulled off a necklace from around her own neck and handed it to him. Her face instantly became tanner, her hair a raven colour of black (now mid back length), and her eyes became smaller.
"Take it."
Cautiously, Harry put around his neck. He didn't feel at all different. "What does it do, really?"
"Random face generator. Favourite friend of theives and escaped criminals." Harry felt his stomach drop. Naera looked him straight in the eye as she said these last words. She wasn't talking about Sirius, was she?
Together they walked outside the room and down the dimly lit corridor. A receptionist at the front table smiled at them as they passed and entered the lift. The doors closed and the lift lowered steadily. They were alone.
"Oh Harry! I'm so glad I found you!" Naera's eyes were teary. "We've been looking for you for ages!"
"How long have I been gone?" Harry was admiring his new image in the glass walls of the lift.
"Just over five months... You went missing right after school let out. Arthur Weasley notified Fudge after you didn't reply to his boy's owls. We recieved nearly sixty owls saying you weren't answering. Arthur visited your house and found it empty. Everything one-hundred percent gone. You left no notice, no message, nothing. You just disappeared!" Naera dabbed her nose with a handkerchief. "Oh Harry! We feared the worse... considering last years events..." Naera's voice trailed off.
"Only five months..." Harry repeated slowly. "It felt like years!"
Naera shook her head. "Those awful Muggles. They were depriving your brain of everything."
"Like Azkaban."
Naera's small eyes widened. "Have you ever been to Azkaban, Harry?"
"No, but I've encountered more than my fair share of dementors." Harry fumbled the necklace Naera had loned him. Where did she get this?
"Naera? Who are you?"
She looked at him oddly. "I'm Naera..."
"No, not your name. Why did you come for me? Who sent you?" Harry was struggling between being irritated and being amused.
"Oh! I work for the Japanese Ministry. Ambassador to British wizards. Ueda-san, Fudge, and a load of other Magical Ministers had a meeting and decided to get all of the wizard looking for you." She fished a news clipping from her bag.
It was from the Daily Prophet and on the from cover was a picture that cause Harry to laugh. It was of Harry and Gilderoy Lockhart, taken when Harry was twelve. He was quite pleased to see that his photographic self was struggling to stay out of the picture. The title read, Boy-Who-Lived Still Missing.
"You've been front page news since you went missing." The lift stopped and the door opened. "This is our floor, doctor." Naera stepped out and lead Harry to a broom closet. "In here..." Once inside she shut the door and took something out from behind a shelf. A Cleansweep Five racing broom. "You can fly, can't you?"
"Yes." said Harry.
"Oh, of course. Seeker, isn't it? That's good, because I can't fly worth Bertie Botts." She smiled and pulled something else out of her bag. Something silvery.
"Is that..." Oh how Harry missed his-
"Invisibility cloak. Minister Ueda-san lent it to me when I told him I had a suspision where you might be." Naera smiled. "Hand me that coat and take this-" Harry readily handed her his disguise and threw the cloak over him self. She, the broom, and her bag soon joined him benethe it.
"Now what?" The excitement that Harry might actually be leaving this nut house behind was causing the adrenilin to rush through his veins. Even more exhilerating was the thought of sneaking around in an invisibility cloak and flying high in the air.
"We'll sneak out the back and then mount the broom. Got it?"
Harry nodded.
In minutes they were high above the crowded streets of Dublin, capital city of Ireland, making their way back to England.
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I know, kinda sucked, but at least it's a chapter!
Kel: There ya go! He's busted out!
Tarawen: Glad to hear you like it! Like the chapter said, Harry's been there five months. Kinda lose track of time when you've been all alone...
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and character Naera Vale is property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter TWO: The Great Escape
Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and just about everyone else, and a new character, Naera Vale. Please read my rendition of Harry's fifth year, Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel at Hogwart (complete), and Lily and James (from seventh year to that fateful night), Until Death Do Us Part (work in progress).
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Harry layed for what felt like three hours- Thinking about Ron. Ron was probably in his last year of school. Had he been made a Perfect? Head Boy? Was school going well for him?
Did Ron... have a new best friend? Harry knew it was unavoidable, but he had always hoped that Ron wouldn't give up on him, but apparently everyone had.
A knock on the door jolted Harry from his thought. No one knocked on his door. They always just came in. A key scraped against the lock and his door opened. An unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Time for your restroom break."
Harry wanted to see the speaker- it was a sweet voice, gentle and kind. A girl with short blonde hair appeared over him and frowned.
"How long have you been strapped up like this?" She unbuckled the restraint on his forehead. "Poor boy..." She looked around and went back to close the door. Harry lifted his head now that the restraint was gone and watched her. She was wearing a white nurse suit and a small hat with a red cross upon the front.
"Listen to me Harry. My name is Naera- I've come to get you." Harry merely stared at her as she undid the rest of the straps. She paused. "Can't you speak, Harry?" Her voice dripping with worry.
"I can talk..." Harry slowly sat up and Naera took the last straps off his ankles.
"Alright, but can you walk?" Naera helped him to his feet, where he stood on his own while his rescuer fished something out of her bag, which Harry hadn't noticed until just then.
"Put these on... Don't look at me like that, just put them on." She handed him a dress shirt and slacks, along with a long white lab coat.
Harry frowned. "I can't change my clothes with you watching."
Naera rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll stand guard- Hurry." She opened the door and stepped out. Within seven minutes, Harrys was fully dressed. He could hear Naera on the other side of the door, speaking with a male voice. They seemed to be chatting. Footsteps walked away and Naera returned.
"Put these on, too."
She handed him a pair of black shoes from her bag and he placed them on his bare feet. She smiled. "You look very much like a real doctor. C'mon, let's go." Naera grabbed her bag off the floor and Harry's forearm before opening the door.
"Wait!" Harry protested. "They'll know I'm not a doctor! They've all seen me before!"
Naera blinked at him, then smiled. "Oops. Here." She pulled off a necklace from around her own neck and handed it to him. Her face instantly became tanner, her hair a raven colour of black (now mid back length), and her eyes became smaller.
"Take it."
Cautiously, Harry put around his neck. He didn't feel at all different. "What does it do, really?"
"Random face generator. Favourite friend of theives and escaped criminals." Harry felt his stomach drop. Naera looked him straight in the eye as she said these last words. She wasn't talking about Sirius, was she?
Together they walked outside the room and down the dimly lit corridor. A receptionist at the front table smiled at them as they passed and entered the lift. The doors closed and the lift lowered steadily. They were alone.
"Oh Harry! I'm so glad I found you!" Naera's eyes were teary. "We've been looking for you for ages!"
"How long have I been gone?" Harry was admiring his new image in the glass walls of the lift.
"Just over five months... You went missing right after school let out. Arthur Weasley notified Fudge after you didn't reply to his boy's owls. We recieved nearly sixty owls saying you weren't answering. Arthur visited your house and found it empty. Everything one-hundred percent gone. You left no notice, no message, nothing. You just disappeared!" Naera dabbed her nose with a handkerchief. "Oh Harry! We feared the worse... considering last years events..." Naera's voice trailed off.
"Only five months..." Harry repeated slowly. "It felt like years!"
Naera shook her head. "Those awful Muggles. They were depriving your brain of everything."
"Like Azkaban."
Naera's small eyes widened. "Have you ever been to Azkaban, Harry?"
"No, but I've encountered more than my fair share of dementors." Harry fumbled the necklace Naera had loned him. Where did she get this?
"Naera? Who are you?"
She looked at him oddly. "I'm Naera..."
"No, not your name. Why did you come for me? Who sent you?" Harry was struggling between being irritated and being amused.
"Oh! I work for the Japanese Ministry. Ambassador to British wizards. Ueda-san, Fudge, and a load of other Magical Ministers had a meeting and decided to get all of the wizard looking for you." She fished a news clipping from her bag.
It was from the Daily Prophet and on the from cover was a picture that cause Harry to laugh. It was of Harry and Gilderoy Lockhart, taken when Harry was twelve. He was quite pleased to see that his photographic self was struggling to stay out of the picture. The title read, Boy-Who-Lived Still Missing.
"You've been front page news since you went missing." The lift stopped and the door opened. "This is our floor, doctor." Naera stepped out and lead Harry to a broom closet. "In here..." Once inside she shut the door and took something out from behind a shelf. A Cleansweep Five racing broom. "You can fly, can't you?"
"Yes." said Harry.
"Oh, of course. Seeker, isn't it? That's good, because I can't fly worth Bertie Botts." She smiled and pulled something else out of her bag. Something silvery.
"Is that..." Oh how Harry missed his-
"Invisibility cloak. Minister Ueda-san lent it to me when I told him I had a suspision where you might be." Naera smiled. "Hand me that coat and take this-" Harry readily handed her his disguise and threw the cloak over him self. She, the broom, and her bag soon joined him benethe it.
"Now what?" The excitement that Harry might actually be leaving this nut house behind was causing the adrenilin to rush through his veins. Even more exhilerating was the thought of sneaking around in an invisibility cloak and flying high in the air.
"We'll sneak out the back and then mount the broom. Got it?"
Harry nodded.
In minutes they were high above the crowded streets of Dublin, capital city of Ireland, making their way back to England.
I know, kinda sucked, but at least it's a chapter!
Kel: There ya go! He's busted out!
Tarawen: Glad to hear you like it! Like the chapter said, Harry's been there five months. Kinda lose track of time when you've been all alone...
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.