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 FIVE: Lilys and Bubmlebees
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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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"Good morning, Harry. I'm pleased to see that you are up and about. Have you been fully rested?" Professor Dumbledore asked cheerfully, sitting in a chair by the fireplace.
Harry felt a rush of warmth spread through him that could only be described as his intense joy of seeing a loved face once again. He nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his face.
Dumbledore laughed and stood up, opening his arms to welcome Harry into them. Although sixteen years old, Harry felt he desperately needed and wanted to hug the elderly wizard, and rushed into the awaiting embrace.
"You've been missed, Harry. Very dearly, might I add. I expect Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger will be thouroughly pleased to see your return."
"How are they? Are they well? Tell me of them!" Harry pleaded.
The professor chuckled his famous chuckle and put a hand to his mouth to show that he was thinking. "Let us think for a moment... Miss Granger is a Perfect, but you assumed as much, correct?" His eyes gleamed at Harry, who nodded ferverently. "Mr. Weasley now plays on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team as a Chaser. Yes, Harry, both are well, but I'm afraid they were not themselves when you were discovered missing. A bit of a shock, really."
Harry pulled away from the Headmaster. "And what of Sirius and Remus? How are they? The Minister said I might be able to owl Sirius this morning."
"Yes, they are doing fine. Your godfather's name has been cleared, on the condition that he registers as a Animagus. He's doing that this afternoon, I believe." Dumbledore added thoughtfully. "Remus, however, is still as he always was."
Harry nodded with a smile and walked over to the balcony. A cool breeze had filled the room and he decided he needed some fresh air. After the wonderful news he had just recieved Harry felt as though he might faint.
"This is wonderful!"
"It is, isn't it? I've always like that veiw myself." said Dumbledore, thinking that Harry was speaking of the balcony as he joined him. "Very fragrant up here."
Harry looked at him. "Do you know what that smell is? It's very familiar..."
The Headmaster smiled weakly and spoke as if it was hard on the heart to think of. "I do. Lilies. You mother's favourite scent, as you might expect. I remember young Lily onced loaned me her shampoo. My beard smelt of lilies for weeks!" He chuckled and patted Harry on the shoulder.
Lilies. Lily Potter smelled of lilies. Harry closed his eyes. He could almost see her face before his, making loving, kissy faces at him.
"Harry?"
He turned and looked at Dumbledore.
"It is decided that you will return to Hogwarts, tonight. The Ministry has been hospitable enough to accomidate you thus long, but I should think a more homey place would be to your liking?"
"Yes, sir." said Harry happily. "Only, I haven't got my robes or wand or even Hedwig!"
"Need not to worry about your owl, Harry, she turned up last night at Hogwarts. And your things-" his eyes twinkled over his half moon glasses as Harry was so accoustomed to, "-your things are being taken care of. But never mind that! You will return with me tonight and stay in the Hospital Wing until I have spoken to the students at supper." He clapped Harry on the back again.
"Yes, sir!" said Harry. He leaned on the balcony and peered over the garden. Everything was going to be just like it had been before. "What time was Sirius supposed to be here?"
Dumbledore peered at the sun. "Soon. Are you wanting to go wait for him?"
"Can we?" said Harry.
"I think so, come." Dumbledore and Harry left the room and walked down the corridor casually. They reached a room labeled, 'Registration'. Inisde stood a tall, strongly built man with a roughly cropped mass of black hair. Another man was in to room with the first, taking fingerprints with smudge-proof ink.
"Sirius?"
The man with black hair turned sharply at Harry's voice. "Harry!" Sirius tried to make a grab for his godson, but the other man still hand his fingers pressed to a peice of parchment.
"Hold still for just a moment longer, Mr. Black!" Sirius nodded, a large stupid grin spread across his face. "Done!"
Sirius pulled Harry into the tightest hug he had ever felt. From the way he was shaking, Harry assumed the grown man was sobbing. "Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry...." He repeated again and again.
"Sirius- I was worried about you." Harry admitted.
"About me?" Sirius laughed. "I have been worrying about you!" Sirius gave Harry a final squeeze before allowing the boy to breathe. "Are you alright? Should I get you anything?"
"I'm fine, really, Sirius." said Harry. He smiled, his godfather always worried about him. "How are you? Have you been eating right and taking care of yourself?"
"Yes, I have, thank you mother. I always eat my vegetables." He ruffled Harry's hair. "Oooh. I think you need a hair-cut."
Harry rolled his eyes. "What if I like it like this?"
"You'll look like Severus if you don't have it trimmed soon." Dumbledore mused. Harry pictured himself with Snape's greasy hair and billowing black robes, taking points away from Gryffindor left and right. Maybe he didn't like his hair as much as he thought he had...
"Excuse me, Mr. Black, but we need to continue. This may take a while." The balding man interupted loudly.
Sirius nodded. "Harry, I'll come see you in the morning, alright? Take care and get some rest." He gave the boy one last hug before returning the man doing his Animagi Registration.
"Alright, I will Sirius. Goodbye." Harry and the Headmaster left the room and it closed magically behind them.
"Perhaps I should get a hair-cut..."
"Are you ready, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, hours later. Harry nodded and stepped into the fireplace after him. In a whirling whoosh of ash and warm breath he arrived. It seemed that the floo powder had gone much smoother than usual, perhaps it was due to Harry's excitement and pure joy.
Professor Dumbledore's office formed before his eyes and he stepped out under the mantle. To Harry, the room seemed alive with colours and vivid images that stung his senses back to reality. It was the most beautiful place Harry could remember seeing in his life that seemed so long ago.
"The students have just gathered in the Great Hall for dinner. I daresay this would be the ideal time for you to make your way to the Infirmiry unnoticed by the others. It might cause unneccessary attention." said Dumbledore. He opened the door to his office and motion Harry to head down the staircase. "I'll see you halfway. My appearance is required at dinner."
Harry made his way the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, ran a series of checks on his health before handing him a night shirt to sleep in.
"You're terribly thin, Mr. Potter. Were your relatives starving you?" Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously as she handed him a tray laden with food.
"No- I wasn't with them..." Harry cut into his kidney steak and shoved a large peice in his mouth.
Madam Pomfrey looked as thought she was expecting for Harry to tell her where he was, but she he didn't say anything, she pursed her lips and bused away into her office.
When Harry had finished his meal he set the tray on his night, along with his glasses, pulled the covers up to his chin and nestled into bed.
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For anyone asking, THe Bumblebee from the title is referring to Dumbledore, as Dumbledore is old English for bumblebee.
Tatramegami: Yes, I liked the catsup toast, too. I wonder what it tatses like? I'll try it sometime, even though I don't like catsup. :) I like the plot hole idea- but you'll have to wait until chapter six to find out what I mean by it... Not your ordinary 'plot hole'! LOL! I feel like typing the next chapter right now! Okay, It's late, so I'll start typing now and finish later! I have no clue as to when I'll finish...
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 FIVE: Lilys and Bubmlebees
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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"Good morning, Harry. I'm pleased to see that you are up and about. Have you been fully rested?" Professor Dumbledore asked cheerfully, sitting in a chair by the fireplace.
Harry felt a rush of warmth spread through him that could only be described as his intense joy of seeing a loved face once again. He nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his face.
Dumbledore laughed and stood up, opening his arms to welcome Harry into them. Although sixteen years old, Harry felt he desperately needed and wanted to hug the elderly wizard, and rushed into the awaiting embrace.
"You've been missed, Harry. Very dearly, might I add. I expect Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger will be thouroughly pleased to see your return."
"How are they? Are they well? Tell me of them!" Harry pleaded.
The professor chuckled his famous chuckle and put a hand to his mouth to show that he was thinking. "Let us think for a moment... Miss Granger is a Perfect, but you assumed as much, correct?" His eyes gleamed at Harry, who nodded ferverently. "Mr. Weasley now plays on the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team as a Chaser. Yes, Harry, both are well, but I'm afraid they were not themselves when you were discovered missing. A bit of a shock, really."
Harry pulled away from the Headmaster. "And what of Sirius and Remus? How are they? The Minister said I might be able to owl Sirius this morning."
"Yes, they are doing fine. Your godfather's name has been cleared, on the condition that he registers as a Animagus. He's doing that this afternoon, I believe." Dumbledore added thoughtfully. "Remus, however, is still as he always was."
Harry nodded with a smile and walked over to the balcony. A cool breeze had filled the room and he decided he needed some fresh air. After the wonderful news he had just recieved Harry felt as though he might faint.
"This is wonderful!"
"It is, isn't it? I've always like that veiw myself." said Dumbledore, thinking that Harry was speaking of the balcony as he joined him. "Very fragrant up here."
Harry looked at him. "Do you know what that smell is? It's very familiar..."
The Headmaster smiled weakly and spoke as if it was hard on the heart to think of. "I do. Lilies. You mother's favourite scent, as you might expect. I remember young Lily onced loaned me her shampoo. My beard smelt of lilies for weeks!" He chuckled and patted Harry on the shoulder.
Lilies. Lily Potter smelled of lilies. Harry closed his eyes. He could almost see her face before his, making loving, kissy faces at him.
"Harry?"
He turned and looked at Dumbledore.
"It is decided that you will return to Hogwarts, tonight. The Ministry has been hospitable enough to accomidate you thus long, but I should think a more homey place would be to your liking?"
"Yes, sir." said Harry happily. "Only, I haven't got my robes or wand or even Hedwig!"
"Need not to worry about your owl, Harry, she turned up last night at Hogwarts. And your things-" his eyes twinkled over his half moon glasses as Harry was so accoustomed to, "-your things are being taken care of. But never mind that! You will return with me tonight and stay in the Hospital Wing until I have spoken to the students at supper." He clapped Harry on the back again.
"Yes, sir!" said Harry. He leaned on the balcony and peered over the garden. Everything was going to be just like it had been before. "What time was Sirius supposed to be here?"
Dumbledore peered at the sun. "Soon. Are you wanting to go wait for him?"
"Can we?" said Harry.
"I think so, come." Dumbledore and Harry left the room and walked down the corridor casually. They reached a room labeled, 'Registration'. Inisde stood a tall, strongly built man with a roughly cropped mass of black hair. Another man was in to room with the first, taking fingerprints with smudge-proof ink.
"Sirius?"
The man with black hair turned sharply at Harry's voice. "Harry!" Sirius tried to make a grab for his godson, but the other man still hand his fingers pressed to a peice of parchment.
"Hold still for just a moment longer, Mr. Black!" Sirius nodded, a large stupid grin spread across his face. "Done!"
Sirius pulled Harry into the tightest hug he had ever felt. From the way he was shaking, Harry assumed the grown man was sobbing. "Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry...." He repeated again and again.
"Sirius- I was worried about you." Harry admitted.
"About me?" Sirius laughed. "I have been worrying about you!" Sirius gave Harry a final squeeze before allowing the boy to breathe. "Are you alright? Should I get you anything?"
"I'm fine, really, Sirius." said Harry. He smiled, his godfather always worried about him. "How are you? Have you been eating right and taking care of yourself?"
"Yes, I have, thank you mother. I always eat my vegetables." He ruffled Harry's hair. "Oooh. I think you need a hair-cut."
Harry rolled his eyes. "What if I like it like this?"
"You'll look like Severus if you don't have it trimmed soon." Dumbledore mused. Harry pictured himself with Snape's greasy hair and billowing black robes, taking points away from Gryffindor left and right. Maybe he didn't like his hair as much as he thought he had...
"Excuse me, Mr. Black, but we need to continue. This may take a while." The balding man interupted loudly.
Sirius nodded. "Harry, I'll come see you in the morning, alright? Take care and get some rest." He gave the boy one last hug before returning the man doing his Animagi Registration.
"Alright, I will Sirius. Goodbye." Harry and the Headmaster left the room and it closed magically behind them.
"Perhaps I should get a hair-cut..."
"Are you ready, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, hours later. Harry nodded and stepped into the fireplace after him. In a whirling whoosh of ash and warm breath he arrived. It seemed that the floo powder had gone much smoother than usual, perhaps it was due to Harry's excitement and pure joy.
Professor Dumbledore's office formed before his eyes and he stepped out under the mantle. To Harry, the room seemed alive with colours and vivid images that stung his senses back to reality. It was the most beautiful place Harry could remember seeing in his life that seemed so long ago.
"The students have just gathered in the Great Hall for dinner. I daresay this would be the ideal time for you to make your way to the Infirmiry unnoticed by the others. It might cause unneccessary attention." said Dumbledore. He opened the door to his office and motion Harry to head down the staircase. "I'll see you halfway. My appearance is required at dinner."
Harry made his way the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, ran a series of checks on his health before handing him a night shirt to sleep in.
"You're terribly thin, Mr. Potter. Were your relatives starving you?" Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously as she handed him a tray laden with food.
"No- I wasn't with them..." Harry cut into his kidney steak and shoved a large peice in his mouth.
Madam Pomfrey looked as thought she was expecting for Harry to tell her where he was, but she he didn't say anything, she pursed her lips and bused away into her office.
When Harry had finished his meal he set the tray on his night, along with his glasses, pulled the covers up to his chin and nestled into bed.
For anyone asking, THe Bumblebee from the title is referring to Dumbledore, as Dumbledore is old English for bumblebee.
Tatramegami: Yes, I liked the catsup toast, too. I wonder what it tatses like? I'll try it sometime, even though I don't like catsup. :) I like the plot hole idea- but you'll have to wait until chapter six to find out what I mean by it... Not your ordinary 'plot hole'! LOL! I feel like typing the next chapter right now! Okay, It's late, so I'll start typing now and finish later! I have no clue as to when I'll finish...
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.