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 FOUR: The Other Side of the Mirror
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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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Like so many times before, Harry woke the next morning to voices outside his bedroom door. But these voices were soft and cheerful, as though greeting a friend in the corridor. These voices were nothing like the ones he was used to. The voice of Aunt Petunia screaming at him to get out of bed or the inconsiderate mindless chit-chat of the hospital night guards. Those times were gone. Harry would never have to face either again.
Sitting up, Harry found that the chair next to his bed had been buried beneath a pile of assorted coloured robes. He picked out a dark green one and thought of changing when he decided that a long needed bath would be nice. Figuring that one of the three doors along the far wall would lead to a bathroom, he opened them all.
The first door led to a balcony overseeing a large garden full of brightly coloured flowers and small magical plants. Harry stepped onto the patio and breathed deep. There was a scent about the air. A familiar scent. Like a deja vu. Harry couldn't put his finger on what it was, however comforting it was, and decided to come back to it later, after his bath.
Harry opened the second door , which coinsidently had a golden 'two' painted on it, and found the bathroom, marbled floored and sparkling in all its splendor. He stepped in and looked around. The tub was the size of a small jacuuzi, laden with six golden knobs, and the sink shone bright with vivid cleanliness. After taking notice of the stack of freshly washed towles on a stool beside the tub, Harry's curiosity over took him and he decided to check the third door.
Harry turned to leave the bathroom the way he had entered, but found no door. Instead, he stood before a large mirror.
"What on earth?" Harry felt around the mirror, but it was seemingly solid. He had come from this direction, hadn't he?
Harry spun around and notice a door by the linen closet, but he was positive he hadn't entered that way. He left the bathroom and suprised himself by exiting the third door.
"Wait a minute... What just happened here?" said Harry to himself in a perplexed sort of way. "Wasn't I just...." Harry strode over to the second door again and threw it open. This time he didn't see the bathroom, he saw a bedroom and a man at the other end looking into a closet. Confused, Harry stood for a moment. What was with this door?
Then it hit him.
He was the man he was watching in the other room. Harry turned and only saw a large mirror. He was watching himself through the mirror. Harry stepped through the door, which snapped close behind him, and he found himself instantly at the other side of the room. He had stepped through the mirror.
"Cool." Deciding he'd try the second door out some more later, Harry returned to the third door and stripped down for his bath.
The warm water soon overtook Harry and he drifted into a euphoria, forgetting everything that was the world. A thought struck Harry. Last time he had been this relaxed and allowed to spend as much time in a bathtub as he desired, Moaning Myrtle, the ghost of the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts, has been spying on him. Harry sat up and looked around wildly. No Myrtle. Harry was slightly saddened by this and sank back into the water. It would be good to see a familiar face again. Anyone's face. Even Myrtle's.
Fully dressed and well rested, Harry concluded to try the second door again. His stomach growled violently as he tried the doorknob. He opened it and saw forty or so eccentric house elves merrily busying themselves about a large kitchen.
"This door..." thought Harry, "must lead to whatever room I'm thinking of when I thouch the door knob. Merlin, how I love these wizarding things!" He was dying for something to eat.
A female elf with yellow eyes hurried past with a tray of cantelopue, not even looking up at Harry. He figured she couldn't see him on the other side of the mirror. Stepping through caused much comotion. There was a sudden ringing of voices and clattered of dishes, followed by a breif silence.
"Tispy, that is not Harry Potter?" a small voice whispered.
"Tispy thinks it is, Cotty! Tipsy thinks it is!" replied Tispy's shrill voice in an undertone.
"Senny thinks it is, too!"
Soon a chorus of sing-song voices rang violently in Harry's ears as they began to cheer and crowd around him lovingly.
"House elves is to be working, they is!"
The elves looked at a grumpy faced elf reverently. "Yes, Dilly." They sang before heading back to work. Harry looked to the elf, Dilly, with astonishment. The letter 'M' scribbled on his tea-towel shirt obviously stood for 'manager'.
"Is there something Dilly can be getting for Harry Potter, sir?" His face eased up greatly and he bowed low to the ground.
"Yes- Thank you, Dilly. I was hoping for something for breakfast, it's not too late, is it?" Harry glanced at his watch. It was nearly noon.
"Yes, yes, Harry Potter, sir!" Dilly smiled and his large eyes gleamed. "What is Harry Potter wanting, sir?"
"Just a bit of toast and some fruit- would that be alright?" Harry smiled as allsorts of fruit were pressed beneath his nose for him to pick from.
"Would Harry Potter like butter for his toast, sir?"
"Would Harry Potter like some jam for his toast?"
"Some cinnamon and sugar?"
"Peanut butter, sir?"
"Catsup?"
The elves turned to face a especially small and fragile looking elf offering up a bottle of tomato paste which looked much to heavy for her. She blushed and bowed herself away.
"Pay no mind to Moggy, Moggy is new, she is." Dilly whispered in a severe voice.
Harry felt sorry for her. "No, no- I think I will take some catsup on my toast, thank you, Moggy."
The elf returned excitedly with a peice of toasted bread, heavily laden with catsup. Harry bent down to whisper to her. "Thank you, but people don't usually have catsup with toast- keep that in mind for next time."
"Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir. Moggy will remember, she will!" The elf smiled largely and bowed herself away happily.
"Harry Potter is a kind sir, he is! But Harry Potter is needing food. We is hearing Harry Potter was starved! Eat, eat!" Dilly ushered Harry over to a scrubbed wooden table completely covered in fruit and bread. He greatfully took a seat and ate his catsup toast. It wasn't too bad, actually...
"From where did you hear that I was starved?" Tipsy brought him a cold goblet full of pumpkin juice.
Dilly pointed to a door with a gold 'two' painted on it. "Us house elves sometimes leaves it open to Minister's room." he said ernestly. "We is not bad house elves, we is helping." Dilly said this with not a trace of guilt, leading Harry to believe him in all honesty. "We needs to know things if we is to help, but we is not telling our master's secrets, we is not." The elf gave Harry a meaningful look, as if just daring him to ask questions.
"Is that right?" Harry ate the rest of his breakfast in silence, blessing the little elves in his heart everytime they checked to see if he had eaten enough.
He said good bye to his new friends and headed for the door, thinking only of his bedroom as he pulled it open.
When he returned, the first thing he noticed was the scent that he could not recognize from before and that the door to the balcony was open wide. Only after he made to close it did he realize that he was not the only one in the room.
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Sorry it took me sooo long, I've been busy! (and today I had the flu...)
TatraMegami: You know, actually, I have no clue whatsoever how Harry'll be getting his stuff back- any ideas?
Tarawen: Yep! Glad I got rid of those '*beeps*' too! I hated writting their dialogue... although I never did that much.
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 FOUR: The Other Side of the Mirror
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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Like so many times before, Harry woke the next morning to voices outside his bedroom door. But these voices were soft and cheerful, as though greeting a friend in the corridor. These voices were nothing like the ones he was used to. The voice of Aunt Petunia screaming at him to get out of bed or the inconsiderate mindless chit-chat of the hospital night guards. Those times were gone. Harry would never have to face either again.
Sitting up, Harry found that the chair next to his bed had been buried beneath a pile of assorted coloured robes. He picked out a dark green one and thought of changing when he decided that a long needed bath would be nice. Figuring that one of the three doors along the far wall would lead to a bathroom, he opened them all.
The first door led to a balcony overseeing a large garden full of brightly coloured flowers and small magical plants. Harry stepped onto the patio and breathed deep. There was a scent about the air. A familiar scent. Like a deja vu. Harry couldn't put his finger on what it was, however comforting it was, and decided to come back to it later, after his bath.
Harry opened the second door , which coinsidently had a golden 'two' painted on it, and found the bathroom, marbled floored and sparkling in all its splendor. He stepped in and looked around. The tub was the size of a small jacuuzi, laden with six golden knobs, and the sink shone bright with vivid cleanliness. After taking notice of the stack of freshly washed towles on a stool beside the tub, Harry's curiosity over took him and he decided to check the third door.
Harry turned to leave the bathroom the way he had entered, but found no door. Instead, he stood before a large mirror.
"What on earth?" Harry felt around the mirror, but it was seemingly solid. He had come from this direction, hadn't he?
Harry spun around and notice a door by the linen closet, but he was positive he hadn't entered that way. He left the bathroom and suprised himself by exiting the third door.
"Wait a minute... What just happened here?" said Harry to himself in a perplexed sort of way. "Wasn't I just...." Harry strode over to the second door again and threw it open. This time he didn't see the bathroom, he saw a bedroom and a man at the other end looking into a closet. Confused, Harry stood for a moment. What was with this door?
Then it hit him.
He was the man he was watching in the other room. Harry turned and only saw a large mirror. He was watching himself through the mirror. Harry stepped through the door, which snapped close behind him, and he found himself instantly at the other side of the room. He had stepped through the mirror.
"Cool." Deciding he'd try the second door out some more later, Harry returned to the third door and stripped down for his bath.
The warm water soon overtook Harry and he drifted into a euphoria, forgetting everything that was the world. A thought struck Harry. Last time he had been this relaxed and allowed to spend as much time in a bathtub as he desired, Moaning Myrtle, the ghost of the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts, has been spying on him. Harry sat up and looked around wildly. No Myrtle. Harry was slightly saddened by this and sank back into the water. It would be good to see a familiar face again. Anyone's face. Even Myrtle's.
Fully dressed and well rested, Harry concluded to try the second door again. His stomach growled violently as he tried the doorknob. He opened it and saw forty or so eccentric house elves merrily busying themselves about a large kitchen.
"This door..." thought Harry, "must lead to whatever room I'm thinking of when I thouch the door knob. Merlin, how I love these wizarding things!" He was dying for something to eat.
A female elf with yellow eyes hurried past with a tray of cantelopue, not even looking up at Harry. He figured she couldn't see him on the other side of the mirror. Stepping through caused much comotion. There was a sudden ringing of voices and clattered of dishes, followed by a breif silence.
"Tispy, that is not Harry Potter?" a small voice whispered.
"Tispy thinks it is, Cotty! Tipsy thinks it is!" replied Tispy's shrill voice in an undertone.
"Senny thinks it is, too!"
Soon a chorus of sing-song voices rang violently in Harry's ears as they began to cheer and crowd around him lovingly.
"House elves is to be working, they is!"
The elves looked at a grumpy faced elf reverently. "Yes, Dilly." They sang before heading back to work. Harry looked to the elf, Dilly, with astonishment. The letter 'M' scribbled on his tea-towel shirt obviously stood for 'manager'.
"Is there something Dilly can be getting for Harry Potter, sir?" His face eased up greatly and he bowed low to the ground.
"Yes- Thank you, Dilly. I was hoping for something for breakfast, it's not too late, is it?" Harry glanced at his watch. It was nearly noon.
"Yes, yes, Harry Potter, sir!" Dilly smiled and his large eyes gleamed. "What is Harry Potter wanting, sir?"
"Just a bit of toast and some fruit- would that be alright?" Harry smiled as allsorts of fruit were pressed beneath his nose for him to pick from.
"Would Harry Potter like butter for his toast, sir?"
"Would Harry Potter like some jam for his toast?"
"Some cinnamon and sugar?"
"Peanut butter, sir?"
"Catsup?"
The elves turned to face a especially small and fragile looking elf offering up a bottle of tomato paste which looked much to heavy for her. She blushed and bowed herself away.
"Pay no mind to Moggy, Moggy is new, she is." Dilly whispered in a severe voice.
Harry felt sorry for her. "No, no- I think I will take some catsup on my toast, thank you, Moggy."
The elf returned excitedly with a peice of toasted bread, heavily laden with catsup. Harry bent down to whisper to her. "Thank you, but people don't usually have catsup with toast- keep that in mind for next time."
"Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir. Moggy will remember, she will!" The elf smiled largely and bowed herself away happily.
"Harry Potter is a kind sir, he is! But Harry Potter is needing food. We is hearing Harry Potter was starved! Eat, eat!" Dilly ushered Harry over to a scrubbed wooden table completely covered in fruit and bread. He greatfully took a seat and ate his catsup toast. It wasn't too bad, actually...
"From where did you hear that I was starved?" Tipsy brought him a cold goblet full of pumpkin juice.
Dilly pointed to a door with a gold 'two' painted on it. "Us house elves sometimes leaves it open to Minister's room." he said ernestly. "We is not bad house elves, we is helping." Dilly said this with not a trace of guilt, leading Harry to believe him in all honesty. "We needs to know things if we is to help, but we is not telling our master's secrets, we is not." The elf gave Harry a meaningful look, as if just daring him to ask questions.
"Is that right?" Harry ate the rest of his breakfast in silence, blessing the little elves in his heart everytime they checked to see if he had eaten enough.
He said good bye to his new friends and headed for the door, thinking only of his bedroom as he pulled it open.
When he returned, the first thing he noticed was the scent that he could not recognize from before and that the door to the balcony was open wide. Only after he made to close it did he realize that he was not the only one in the room.
Sorry it took me sooo long, I've been busy! (and today I had the flu...)
TatraMegami: You know, actually, I have no clue whatsoever how Harry'll be getting his stuff back- any ideas?
Tarawen: Yep! Glad I got rid of those '*beeps*' too! I hated writting their dialogue... although I never did that much.
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.