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 NINE: The Idea
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Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, 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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After Sirius had left, he said he had to meet up with Remus somewhere, Harry decided to return Dumbledore's robe to him. But he could find the Headmaster nowhere in the school, and thought he might be in his office. As he rounded the corner, Harry saw a grim looking Professor Snape exit from behind the stone gargoyle that Dumbledore used to hide is office door. Black, menacing robes swirled about him like the great bat he was, as the Potions Master proceded down the dim corridor. Harry darted inside the doorway as it began to close, knowing he would have a pickle of a time trying to think of the correct password, and hurried up the stone stairway.
The Headmaster's office looked as Harry remembered it, but it seemed as though it had been many years since being there. He smiled at Fawkes, a beautiful phoenix who gave a shrill chirp in acknowlegdement, and walked up to the mahogony desk. He folded the large robe and placed it neatly on the desk top. Harry was just about to leave when he heard a voice to his right.
"You may keep the robe, if you wish, Harry."
He turned and looked directly into the gleaming eyes of the Headmaster. "Really?"
Professor Dumbledore nodded and smiled. "Indeed, Harry, but I'm afraid you wont be able to wear it to your classes tomorrow. I think the colors would be distracting," Dumbledore smirked.
"Thank you, sir." Harry picked it back up and his eyes wandered to the portraits of past headmasters upon Dumbledore's maroon walls. Headmaster Dippet sat in his frame, looking slightly bored. Harry had seen Dippet before... that was when he had met Tom Riddle... Voldemort... Harry's heart pounded and his stomach wrenched when he remembered what he had heard just earlier that day. The Ministry of Magic wasn't going to try and stop him. No one was going to do anything.
"Is there something you'd like to discuss, Harry? Your heart seems laden," said Dumbledore soothingly.
"I... erm..." Harry wondered if he should tell him that he had eavesdropped, "I accidently overheard the Ministry having a meeting when I was waiting for Minister Fudge..." Harry bit his lip and sighed, "they said they weren't going to do anything about Voldemort because he was too powerful and they would rather try and live for however long they've got left instead of dying trying to stop him," he blurted in one breath.
Dumbledore looked, if possible, very taken back. "Indeed?" He sat in his chair and appeared to be studying his hands. "Then there is nothing we can do, Harry. The Ministry sets the laws and rules for our kind, we must obey them," his grave voice made Harry's heart sink even more, "There is nothing we can do, if the Ministry wishes for us to do nothing. We must assume it is for the best."
Fawkes left his perch to sit on Dumbledore's shoulder. "But perhaps..." Harry looked intently at the Headmaster, "perhaps I might be able to persuade them otherwise. With Lucius off with Voldemort, I dare say I'll have a nice chance."
So Mr. Malfoy hadn't been caught by the Ministry... Harry felt his breath catch in his chest. What about Draco? Harry didn't remember seeing Draco since before the end of the previous year. Harry had a sudden urge to go find him.
"Would you excuse me, Professor?"
"Certainly."
"And thank you again, for the robe." Harry bolted out the door and down the stairs. He still had a few minutes before classes let out, Harry only hoped he could find Malfoy in a school of this size in the little time he had before classes began again.
Harry had nearly reached the dungeons when the familiar gonging echoed sweetly in his ears. Harry missed the bell, odd as it seemed.
"Well I intend to pass that test, boys, I have a reputation to reistablish. Go pillage the kitchens on your own time, don't waste mine."
"But Draco-"
"I mean it Goyle. you can do it if you want, but I've got to study."
Harry turned the corner and walked directly into his query. "Malfoy!"
"Potter!" Malfoy's suprised expression disappeared as quickly as it had come. "Did you want something, Potter?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but realized he didn't know what he had wanted to say in the first place. He simply stood there, mouth gaping. Goyle and Crabbe stood like the mindless cronies they were behind Malfoy, looking as if they were wondering whether to pummel Harry to the ground or ignore him.
"Close your mouth, you great git, it's unbecoming," snided Malfoy, drawling in his usual manner.
Harry meant to say something about Lucius, but he figured in the corridor, infront of Crabbe and Goyle, wasn't the place. Instead, Harry closed his mouth, nodded his head, and brushed past them.
He could feel the Slytherin's eyes on him, burning into the back of his head. Boy, he certainly felt like an idiot. He was so detirmined to find Malfoy, and now- now didn't have anything to say.
"What a dork, come along guys," snapped Malfoy, leading his small gang away.
"Harry!"
Harry turned and saw Hermione exiting her Arithmancy class.
"What's up? you look sort of, I dunno, depressed?"
"Well, I was just... at the Ministry and... Fudge isn't going to do anything."
Hermione looked perplexed. "Not going to do anything about what, exactly?"
"Voldemort." Hermione didn't even flinch, she just looked placid.
"We just have to- to take whatever he throws at us, then?"
"That's the plan."
"Harry," Hermione got her face right close to his, "I've got a better plan. Meet me in the library at seven this evening, alright?" she studied him momentarily, "Right now, I've got to hurry to Hagrid's class, see you later!" Hermione tucked her books back under her arm and walked away.
What could Hermione do that the Ministry of Magic couldn't?
And he asked her just that, sitting with her and Ron at a table in the library that night.
"It's not what I can do, it's what we can do, Harry. If the Ministry wont do anything, maybe we could rally people together to do something!"
"Mioninny," said Ron affectionately, "If we can't get the Ministry, the strongest and most powerful wizards to fight You-Know-Who, who else can we get?"
Hermione bit her lip and became suddenly quiet.
Harry looked around the room, begging for something to jump out at him, to give him an answer, but the only thing to catch his eye was that Draco was sitting by himself, engulfed in a large text book. "Hey, guys? Have you noticed anything, well, odd about Malfoy, lately?"
Ron nodded a slow yes. "Been different ever since last year, that bloke has. His dad disgraced the Malfoy name, so Malfoy there is trying to raise it up on it's pretty little pedistol again."
"But I thought the Malfoys were proud to be Voldemort supporters?"
"They were, Harry, but look at it logically; Lucius makes it known that he supports the Dark Lord and goes off and leaves his family. They plan to preform the Kiss as soon as Lucius is found, not a very honorable thing, especially if your son and wife have to live by what you created. People'll judge Draco because of what his father did. Draco's only creating a new reputation for him to live in. Like I said, logical." Hermione put down her quill and stared at the two for a moment.
"I know who we can get, or at least, what we can do to get the more powerful wizards to help us," said Harry finally.
"Tell us," said Ron.
"Those affected most by Voldemort- Those who's lives he has directly ruined... The children."
Hermione frowned. "Harry, that's absurd. What would make such an idea come to your mind?"
"Look, Hermione, look at it this way; According to Fudge, we're all going to die, one way or another. If we can weaken Voldemort's forces even a little, the older wizards will be inspired to join in. I don't know about you, but I'd rather die trying, than die waiting it out, know I'm going to suffer," he said, "Does that make sense?"
"Yes but-"
"Harry, there's no way all the kids here at Hogwarts can pull that off, no way in a million years!" Ron interrupted.
"I'm not talking about just Hogwarts, Ron. There are loads of other kids from other schools who have suffered just as much as we have, and would most likely be willing to give all they've got for this, if we can pull it off... Give me a moment" Harry got up from his seat and began to search the shelves. He returned a quarter of an hour later with a large book in his hand. "The contact address of every known wizarding school- Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Novinger School, Koalingo, Tocador Nuggets Institute, Neko Mizuki High, Sabre's Academy..." Harry began to skim the pages, "Do you know how many school there are out there? How many students there are? How many would be willing to fight?" He set heavy eyes on his best friends, "We can do it."
Hermione nodded, fear tickling her eyes. "Alright, Harry, I have faith in you."
"Me, too, Harry. Me too."~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Lord knows this was short, but I HAD to get this out at sometime! Am I right? With school coming up soon, I should have LESS time at work, therefore having more time to type... If my logic is working correctly. Plus, I usually get my best imspiration when I'm supposed to be taking notes at school! So, here's my short chappy, enjoy, if you can... You porbably wont be able to... It IS really REALLY short.... I promise I'll work on it! Sorry for the awfully long delay!
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 NINE: The Idea
Welcome to my version of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. This is the story of Harry, Ron, Hermione, 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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After Sirius had left, he said he had to meet up with Remus somewhere, Harry decided to return Dumbledore's robe to him. But he could find the Headmaster nowhere in the school, and thought he might be in his office. As he rounded the corner, Harry saw a grim looking Professor Snape exit from behind the stone gargoyle that Dumbledore used to hide is office door. Black, menacing robes swirled about him like the great bat he was, as the Potions Master proceded down the dim corridor. Harry darted inside the doorway as it began to close, knowing he would have a pickle of a time trying to think of the correct password, and hurried up the stone stairway.
The Headmaster's office looked as Harry remembered it, but it seemed as though it had been many years since being there. He smiled at Fawkes, a beautiful phoenix who gave a shrill chirp in acknowlegdement, and walked up to the mahogony desk. He folded the large robe and placed it neatly on the desk top. Harry was just about to leave when he heard a voice to his right.
"You may keep the robe, if you wish, Harry."
He turned and looked directly into the gleaming eyes of the Headmaster. "Really?"
Professor Dumbledore nodded and smiled. "Indeed, Harry, but I'm afraid you wont be able to wear it to your classes tomorrow. I think the colors would be distracting," Dumbledore smirked.
"Thank you, sir." Harry picked it back up and his eyes wandered to the portraits of past headmasters upon Dumbledore's maroon walls. Headmaster Dippet sat in his frame, looking slightly bored. Harry had seen Dippet before... that was when he had met Tom Riddle... Voldemort... Harry's heart pounded and his stomach wrenched when he remembered what he had heard just earlier that day. The Ministry of Magic wasn't going to try and stop him. No one was going to do anything.
"Is there something you'd like to discuss, Harry? Your heart seems laden," said Dumbledore soothingly.
"I... erm..." Harry wondered if he should tell him that he had eavesdropped, "I accidently overheard the Ministry having a meeting when I was waiting for Minister Fudge..." Harry bit his lip and sighed, "they said they weren't going to do anything about Voldemort because he was too powerful and they would rather try and live for however long they've got left instead of dying trying to stop him," he blurted in one breath.
Dumbledore looked, if possible, very taken back. "Indeed?" He sat in his chair and appeared to be studying his hands. "Then there is nothing we can do, Harry. The Ministry sets the laws and rules for our kind, we must obey them," his grave voice made Harry's heart sink even more, "There is nothing we can do, if the Ministry wishes for us to do nothing. We must assume it is for the best."
Fawkes left his perch to sit on Dumbledore's shoulder. "But perhaps..." Harry looked intently at the Headmaster, "perhaps I might be able to persuade them otherwise. With Lucius off with Voldemort, I dare say I'll have a nice chance."
So Mr. Malfoy hadn't been caught by the Ministry... Harry felt his breath catch in his chest. What about Draco? Harry didn't remember seeing Draco since before the end of the previous year. Harry had a sudden urge to go find him.
"Would you excuse me, Professor?"
"Certainly."
"And thank you again, for the robe." Harry bolted out the door and down the stairs. He still had a few minutes before classes let out, Harry only hoped he could find Malfoy in a school of this size in the little time he had before classes began again.
Harry had nearly reached the dungeons when the familiar gonging echoed sweetly in his ears. Harry missed the bell, odd as it seemed.
"Well I intend to pass that test, boys, I have a reputation to reistablish. Go pillage the kitchens on your own time, don't waste mine."
"But Draco-"
"I mean it Goyle. you can do it if you want, but I've got to study."
Harry turned the corner and walked directly into his query. "Malfoy!"
"Potter!" Malfoy's suprised expression disappeared as quickly as it had come. "Did you want something, Potter?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but realized he didn't know what he had wanted to say in the first place. He simply stood there, mouth gaping. Goyle and Crabbe stood like the mindless cronies they were behind Malfoy, looking as if they were wondering whether to pummel Harry to the ground or ignore him.
"Close your mouth, you great git, it's unbecoming," snided Malfoy, drawling in his usual manner.
Harry meant to say something about Lucius, but he figured in the corridor, infront of Crabbe and Goyle, wasn't the place. Instead, Harry closed his mouth, nodded his head, and brushed past them.
He could feel the Slytherin's eyes on him, burning into the back of his head. Boy, he certainly felt like an idiot. He was so detirmined to find Malfoy, and now- now didn't have anything to say.
"What a dork, come along guys," snapped Malfoy, leading his small gang away.
"Harry!"
Harry turned and saw Hermione exiting her Arithmancy class.
"What's up? you look sort of, I dunno, depressed?"
"Well, I was just... at the Ministry and... Fudge isn't going to do anything."
Hermione looked perplexed. "Not going to do anything about what, exactly?"
"Voldemort." Hermione didn't even flinch, she just looked placid.
"We just have to- to take whatever he throws at us, then?"
"That's the plan."
"Harry," Hermione got her face right close to his, "I've got a better plan. Meet me in the library at seven this evening, alright?" she studied him momentarily, "Right now, I've got to hurry to Hagrid's class, see you later!" Hermione tucked her books back under her arm and walked away.
What could Hermione do that the Ministry of Magic couldn't?
And he asked her just that, sitting with her and Ron at a table in the library that night.
"It's not what I can do, it's what we can do, Harry. If the Ministry wont do anything, maybe we could rally people together to do something!"
"Mioninny," said Ron affectionately, "If we can't get the Ministry, the strongest and most powerful wizards to fight You-Know-Who, who else can we get?"
Hermione bit her lip and became suddenly quiet.
Harry looked around the room, begging for something to jump out at him, to give him an answer, but the only thing to catch his eye was that Draco was sitting by himself, engulfed in a large text book. "Hey, guys? Have you noticed anything, well, odd about Malfoy, lately?"
Ron nodded a slow yes. "Been different ever since last year, that bloke has. His dad disgraced the Malfoy name, so Malfoy there is trying to raise it up on it's pretty little pedistol again."
"But I thought the Malfoys were proud to be Voldemort supporters?"
"They were, Harry, but look at it logically; Lucius makes it known that he supports the Dark Lord and goes off and leaves his family. They plan to preform the Kiss as soon as Lucius is found, not a very honorable thing, especially if your son and wife have to live by what you created. People'll judge Draco because of what his father did. Draco's only creating a new reputation for him to live in. Like I said, logical." Hermione put down her quill and stared at the two for a moment.
"I know who we can get, or at least, what we can do to get the more powerful wizards to help us," said Harry finally.
"Tell us," said Ron.
"Those affected most by Voldemort- Those who's lives he has directly ruined... The children."
Hermione frowned. "Harry, that's absurd. What would make such an idea come to your mind?"
"Look, Hermione, look at it this way; According to Fudge, we're all going to die, one way or another. If we can weaken Voldemort's forces even a little, the older wizards will be inspired to join in. I don't know about you, but I'd rather die trying, than die waiting it out, know I'm going to suffer," he said, "Does that make sense?"
"Yes but-"
"Harry, there's no way all the kids here at Hogwarts can pull that off, no way in a million years!" Ron interrupted.
"I'm not talking about just Hogwarts, Ron. There are loads of other kids from other schools who have suffered just as much as we have, and would most likely be willing to give all they've got for this, if we can pull it off... Give me a moment" Harry got up from his seat and began to search the shelves. He returned a quarter of an hour later with a large book in his hand. "The contact address of every known wizarding school- Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Novinger School, Koalingo, Tocador Nuggets Institute, Neko Mizuki High, Sabre's Academy..." Harry began to skim the pages, "Do you know how many school there are out there? How many students there are? How many would be willing to fight?" He set heavy eyes on his best friends, "We can do it."
Hermione nodded, fear tickling her eyes. "Alright, Harry, I have faith in you."
"Me, too, Harry. Me too."
Lord knows this was short, but I HAD to get this out at sometime! Am I right? With school coming up soon, I should have LESS time at work, therefore having more time to type... If my logic is working correctly. Plus, I usually get my best imspiration when I'm supposed to be taking notes at school! So, here's my short chappy, enjoy, if you can... You porbably wont be able to... It IS really REALLY short.... I promise I'll work on it! Sorry for the awfully long delay!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.