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.
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chapter Ten: An Unexpected Ally
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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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"Faith has nothing to do with it. You're a fool, Potter," said Malfoy stifly, "if you think that will weaken Voldemort. He's stronger than anyone imagined, believe me, I know."
The three friends looked up, suprised that they hadn't noticed Malfoy sauntering up to them. Hermione quickly snatched up her parchment, on which she had been scribbling down ideas.
"Don't bother trying to hide it, Granger. I heard nearly every thing."
Ron snorted, "Nearly?"
"Yes," said Malfoy in a collected tone, "I've pretended I didn't hear you talking about me."
Ron looked extremely guilty and slide down in his chair to hide his discomfort.
"Look, Malfoy-"
"Save it, Potter. I heard you, you were talking loud enough to raise the dead," Malfoy took a seat at their table, "Go ahead and have your little 'crusade', I could care less if half the school died. I'm not stopping you at all."
Harry frowned, crossing his arms infront of his chest. "Have you got a better idea, then?"
Malfoy's mouth slide open in suprise. Apparently, he wasn't asked of his opinion much. "Well, I..." his lips pinched downward forcefully, "I haven't a clue, actually. If the Ministry can't do anything, then no one can."
"It's been done before, Malfoy," said Hermione, making an obvious glance in Harry's direction. Ron nodded vigorously.
"That was a fluke my friends, a fluke. Had that girl not inter-" Malfoy clamped his mouth shut and became suddenly interested in the graffitti left by past students on the table top.
Harry's face was hot, and most likely a glowing red, but he didn't say anything. Draco caught his eye.
"Sorry, Potter. My parents are a sensitive subject, too."
"It was not a fluke, Malfoy. It was predestination. And if Harry says it could work, then why not try it, at least?" said Hermione.
Ron nodded, "It's the only chance we've got to save ourselves and friends, and families, and even people we don't neccessarily get along with, but have to live with anyway." He glared poineintly at the Slytherin.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "There will be many deaths either way."
No one spoke for sometime. The air was uneasy and too thick for anyone to open their mouths.
"So..." Everyone looked at Harry. "What do you say, Malfoy?"
Ron looked as though he swallowed his tongue, which he may have very well done.
Malfoy said, "What do I say to what?"
"Are you with us or not?" Harry tried very hard to ignore Ron's stammering. "It will give you a chance to restore the family name- Make a Malfoy a good thing to be."
"Now look here, Harry! Malfoy, helping us to beat You-Know-Who? That's ludicrous! A Malfoy isn't someone who goes about willy-nilly and saving the day. They'd more than likely kill you than help you!" Hermione clamped her hand tightly over Ron's mouth and sent him a dangerous look.
"And you would know, of course, Weasley, being a Malfoy for so lng now." Malfoy narrowed his eyes and Ron glared back over the top of Hermione's fingers.
"See what I mean? Are you in, or not?"
Malfoy looked at Harry, trying to size him up. "I'm in. Not that it will do any good or anything."
"Great, Draco. We need all the help we can get," Hermione let go of Ron and shuffled through her notes from earlier. "We have lots of schools to contact-" She scanned down her list, "Forty-eight wizarding schools across the globe, twelve schools for each of us to contact. Any preferences as to which school you want, Draco?" Hermione looked up at him, sliding her list across the table.
Malfoy reluctantly took the paper and looked over it. "I can tell you already that six of these will want no part in this effort." He continued to look down the list, before taking a quill printing a small 'D' beside twelve of them. "Alright, so I just contact them and tell them our plan, right?"
"Yeah. Tell them we are starting a crusade, and would like their help," said Harry.
"Wont they want more information? Do we have a date set? Weapons other than wands? Stratigical devices and plans? Anything?"
Hermione nodded slowly. "He's right, we need to work this out a bit further, get our own students willing before enlisting the help of other. This may take longer than we thought, Harry."
"I know..." Harry sighed and looked around the room at the students doing their homework and wondered if anything could pursuade them to blindly follow him to their deaths, if neccessary.
The next morning was as grey as usual, bleak with no sunshine. Winter was finally getting on Harry's nerves. He hated the cold. Although the snow was pretty enough, it just didn't seem like the type of weather people woould be willing to march through.
March to where? Harry only then realized he had no idea what so ever where Voldemort was hiding. He had heard some Aurors at the Ministry say something about Salazar's Realm... but where on Earth was that?
"Harry!"
Ron's voice jolted him from his thoughts.
"What?" Harry finished tying his shoe and stood up.
"Get your books, we're going to be late for Divination! C'mon, now!" Ron tugged and Harry's arm until he final snatched up his bag and followed him hurriedly out the door. He had slept in that morning, completely missing breakfast all together. Ron had come back to find out where he had gone off to to find him wander dream land. Now they were both going to be late because the classroom was insanely far away from their dorms.
By the time they reached the stiffling tower, panting and sticky with sweat, Harry had already gone through every reason he could think of on why he continued to take Divination. None of them were reasonable or made any sense. Harry wondered if it was too late to transfer?
"I saw that you two would be late this morning, my dears," echoed the usualy misty voice of Professor Trelawney.
Ron bit back a laugh and whispered discretely to Harry, "Of course she knew we'd be late- we were in class when it started..." They took a seat in the back of the classroom, followed by the death glares of Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. When they were settled in, Trelawney lifted her chin and scowled at the two of them.
"Go on Professor, continue with the lesson," begged Lavender.
"Yes, continue!" agreed Parvati, "I was quite interested before we were so rudely interrupted." She turned to glare at Harry again.
"Fine, my dears, as I was saying, through the divine art of Divination, we can locate objects lost. A complicated system called gyromancy-"
To his suprise, Harry raised his hand, interrupting Professor Trelawney's explanation of what gyromancy was, exactly.
The bug-eyed teacher looked at him with distaste written on her face. "Yes, Mr. Potter, you may use the restroom, but make it quick."
"Erm, no, Professor, I had a question about gyromancy." Lavender and Parvati turned in their seats and stared at him skeptically, Trelawney appeared to be doing the same. Even Ron was slightly suprised.
"Really? Well then, let's hear it."
"Um, you said gyromancy could be used to locate lost thing, right?"
She looked slightly bored, "Yes, Mr. Potter, that is what I said. Is that all?"
"Well, no, but- could gyromancy also be used to find lost people?" Harry figeted in his seat as Trelawney smiled broadly.
"Excellent question, my dear! Yes, gyromancy can be used to locate people, objects, animals, magical auras, and the like, also. You see, my dears, gyromancy can be used to decide direction or spell things out for you-"
Harry raised his hand again, "How?"
"I was just getting to that."
Harry, for the first time in his life, took out parchment and a quill and took notes in Divination class. Ron gawked.
At lunch, Harry was full of motivation. "I've got it Hermione, I know how we will find Voldemort."
Ron frowned. "You aren't planning to use that bolonga that old bat taught us?"
"What bolonga?"
"Well, in Divination class-"
"Oh, that sort of bolonga," Hermione didn't look pleased, "Harry, honestly, I thought you'd gotten over things like that. You know it doesn't work. Divination is a whole lot of guess work."
"It worked last year, Hermione, don't you remember? That big saiance that revived half the school?* If Trelawney can do that, then this might just work-" Harry began.
"But Harry, I don't think it sound at all logical!" argued Ron.
"Tell me, how does it work?"
"Well, you set out a peice of paper, each with a letter from the alphabet, on the floor. You walk around in circles until you get dizzy and fall onto one of the letters, and eventually, it will spell something."
Hermione let her mouth slack and she raised both eyebrows. "Pardon? You walk around in circles until you get dizzy?"
"Yeah..." said Ron.
"But hold up a minute! If you're going for direction, you skip the whole loot of letters, walk in a circle until you fall down. Which every way you land is pointing in the direction you have to go!" Harry reached in his bag to pull out his notes to show Hermione.
She heaved a huge sigh and glanced them over. "I agree with Ron, perfectly illogical, it all. Besides, don't you have to have some sort of divine gift? The Eye or something for this?"
"The Eye is for saiances, Hermione," Harry corrected.
"And when did you become an expert?"
"I never said I was, Hermione-"
"Hold it!" Ron put his hands up between them, "Mioninny, Harry- mate, you gotta cool your jets. Fighting will get us now where."
Harry sighed and sat back in his seat. "As I was about to say, I'm not going to be doing the Gyromancing, I'll enlist Lavender and Parvati to deal with that."
"How do you know they'll coopperate?" said Hermione, doubt dripping from her voice.
"They'll do it, I know they will. Lavender lost a brother and Parvati lost her cousin to the Death Eaters last year. I talked to them after Divination-"
"Oh, is that what you were doing, then?"
"Yeah, Ron, that's what I was doing- Any way, I talked with them, and they were very willing to join with us. They said they wanted revenge, just like the rest of us."
Hermione nodded slowly and turned her attention back to her steamed carrots, which had gone cold during their 'discussion'. "Alright. We'll use Divination, but only because I don't know how else to locate You-Know-"
"Voldemort. His name is Voldemort." Harry met their suprised gazes. "You've both met him face to face, hell Ron! You punched Voldemort in the face! You received Order of Merlin, Third Class, wasn't it?*"
Ron smiled sheepishly, "And we are going to try and confront him... Okay Harry, Voldemort it is. Wow, what is that the second time I've ever said Voldemort? Hey, it's three times!"
Hermione shook her head and sighed at Ron's absurdness. When she looked up, she smiled. "Hey, Harry, isn't that Cho over there?"
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*Refer to Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel of Hogwarts, another of my stories
Again, sorry for taking so long with this. I've been working on it during my breaks at work, which is only fifteen minutes long... :( Anyway, so things have been moving slowly, and I'm kinda stuck here in the middle... Oh! Just got an idea! Yippeeee!!
And now, my thanks:
Artemis fire mage of Golin: I'm glad you read my other story! *is happy* I think I'll go back and tweak a few things, to make it easier to read. Hope you're liking this one too!
Kaylin: Ah! Sirius is seeing something in her he hasn't seen for a while- but we'll get into that LATER. :)
Slycat Blaze: I'm glad you like the plot, hope school is well, and I'll try to email you ASAP! Work is hard, I'm going for an interview for a restraunt on Thursday- Wish me luck!
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 Ten: An Unexpected Ally
*****
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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"Faith has nothing to do with it. You're a fool, Potter," said Malfoy stifly, "if you think that will weaken Voldemort. He's stronger than anyone imagined, believe me, I know."
The three friends looked up, suprised that they hadn't noticed Malfoy sauntering up to them. Hermione quickly snatched up her parchment, on which she had been scribbling down ideas.
"Don't bother trying to hide it, Granger. I heard nearly every thing."
Ron snorted, "Nearly?"
"Yes," said Malfoy in a collected tone, "I've pretended I didn't hear you talking about me."
Ron looked extremely guilty and slide down in his chair to hide his discomfort.
"Look, Malfoy-"
"Save it, Potter. I heard you, you were talking loud enough to raise the dead," Malfoy took a seat at their table, "Go ahead and have your little 'crusade', I could care less if half the school died. I'm not stopping you at all."
Harry frowned, crossing his arms infront of his chest. "Have you got a better idea, then?"
Malfoy's mouth slide open in suprise. Apparently, he wasn't asked of his opinion much. "Well, I..." his lips pinched downward forcefully, "I haven't a clue, actually. If the Ministry can't do anything, then no one can."
"It's been done before, Malfoy," said Hermione, making an obvious glance in Harry's direction. Ron nodded vigorously.
"That was a fluke my friends, a fluke. Had that girl not inter-" Malfoy clamped his mouth shut and became suddenly interested in the graffitti left by past students on the table top.
Harry's face was hot, and most likely a glowing red, but he didn't say anything. Draco caught his eye.
"Sorry, Potter. My parents are a sensitive subject, too."
"It was not a fluke, Malfoy. It was predestination. And if Harry says it could work, then why not try it, at least?" said Hermione.
Ron nodded, "It's the only chance we've got to save ourselves and friends, and families, and even people we don't neccessarily get along with, but have to live with anyway." He glared poineintly at the Slytherin.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "There will be many deaths either way."
No one spoke for sometime. The air was uneasy and too thick for anyone to open their mouths.
"So..." Everyone looked at Harry. "What do you say, Malfoy?"
Ron looked as though he swallowed his tongue, which he may have very well done.
Malfoy said, "What do I say to what?"
"Are you with us or not?" Harry tried very hard to ignore Ron's stammering. "It will give you a chance to restore the family name- Make a Malfoy a good thing to be."
"Now look here, Harry! Malfoy, helping us to beat You-Know-Who? That's ludicrous! A Malfoy isn't someone who goes about willy-nilly and saving the day. They'd more than likely kill you than help you!" Hermione clamped her hand tightly over Ron's mouth and sent him a dangerous look.
"And you would know, of course, Weasley, being a Malfoy for so lng now." Malfoy narrowed his eyes and Ron glared back over the top of Hermione's fingers.
"See what I mean? Are you in, or not?"
Malfoy looked at Harry, trying to size him up. "I'm in. Not that it will do any good or anything."
"Great, Draco. We need all the help we can get," Hermione let go of Ron and shuffled through her notes from earlier. "We have lots of schools to contact-" She scanned down her list, "Forty-eight wizarding schools across the globe, twelve schools for each of us to contact. Any preferences as to which school you want, Draco?" Hermione looked up at him, sliding her list across the table.
Malfoy reluctantly took the paper and looked over it. "I can tell you already that six of these will want no part in this effort." He continued to look down the list, before taking a quill printing a small 'D' beside twelve of them. "Alright, so I just contact them and tell them our plan, right?"
"Yeah. Tell them we are starting a crusade, and would like their help," said Harry.
"Wont they want more information? Do we have a date set? Weapons other than wands? Stratigical devices and plans? Anything?"
Hermione nodded slowly. "He's right, we need to work this out a bit further, get our own students willing before enlisting the help of other. This may take longer than we thought, Harry."
"I know..." Harry sighed and looked around the room at the students doing their homework and wondered if anything could pursuade them to blindly follow him to their deaths, if neccessary.
The next morning was as grey as usual, bleak with no sunshine. Winter was finally getting on Harry's nerves. He hated the cold. Although the snow was pretty enough, it just didn't seem like the type of weather people woould be willing to march through.
March to where? Harry only then realized he had no idea what so ever where Voldemort was hiding. He had heard some Aurors at the Ministry say something about Salazar's Realm... but where on Earth was that?
"Harry!"
Ron's voice jolted him from his thoughts.
"What?" Harry finished tying his shoe and stood up.
"Get your books, we're going to be late for Divination! C'mon, now!" Ron tugged and Harry's arm until he final snatched up his bag and followed him hurriedly out the door. He had slept in that morning, completely missing breakfast all together. Ron had come back to find out where he had gone off to to find him wander dream land. Now they were both going to be late because the classroom was insanely far away from their dorms.
By the time they reached the stiffling tower, panting and sticky with sweat, Harry had already gone through every reason he could think of on why he continued to take Divination. None of them were reasonable or made any sense. Harry wondered if it was too late to transfer?
"I saw that you two would be late this morning, my dears," echoed the usualy misty voice of Professor Trelawney.
Ron bit back a laugh and whispered discretely to Harry, "Of course she knew we'd be late- we were in class when it started..." They took a seat in the back of the classroom, followed by the death glares of Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. When they were settled in, Trelawney lifted her chin and scowled at the two of them.
"Go on Professor, continue with the lesson," begged Lavender.
"Yes, continue!" agreed Parvati, "I was quite interested before we were so rudely interrupted." She turned to glare at Harry again.
"Fine, my dears, as I was saying, through the divine art of Divination, we can locate objects lost. A complicated system called gyromancy-"
To his suprise, Harry raised his hand, interrupting Professor Trelawney's explanation of what gyromancy was, exactly.
The bug-eyed teacher looked at him with distaste written on her face. "Yes, Mr. Potter, you may use the restroom, but make it quick."
"Erm, no, Professor, I had a question about gyromancy." Lavender and Parvati turned in their seats and stared at him skeptically, Trelawney appeared to be doing the same. Even Ron was slightly suprised.
"Really? Well then, let's hear it."
"Um, you said gyromancy could be used to locate lost thing, right?"
She looked slightly bored, "Yes, Mr. Potter, that is what I said. Is that all?"
"Well, no, but- could gyromancy also be used to find lost people?" Harry figeted in his seat as Trelawney smiled broadly.
"Excellent question, my dear! Yes, gyromancy can be used to locate people, objects, animals, magical auras, and the like, also. You see, my dears, gyromancy can be used to decide direction or spell things out for you-"
Harry raised his hand again, "How?"
"I was just getting to that."
Harry, for the first time in his life, took out parchment and a quill and took notes in Divination class. Ron gawked.
At lunch, Harry was full of motivation. "I've got it Hermione, I know how we will find Voldemort."
Ron frowned. "You aren't planning to use that bolonga that old bat taught us?"
"What bolonga?"
"Well, in Divination class-"
"Oh, that sort of bolonga," Hermione didn't look pleased, "Harry, honestly, I thought you'd gotten over things like that. You know it doesn't work. Divination is a whole lot of guess work."
"It worked last year, Hermione, don't you remember? That big saiance that revived half the school?* If Trelawney can do that, then this might just work-" Harry began.
"But Harry, I don't think it sound at all logical!" argued Ron.
"Tell me, how does it work?"
"Well, you set out a peice of paper, each with a letter from the alphabet, on the floor. You walk around in circles until you get dizzy and fall onto one of the letters, and eventually, it will spell something."
Hermione let her mouth slack and she raised both eyebrows. "Pardon? You walk around in circles until you get dizzy?"
"Yeah..." said Ron.
"But hold up a minute! If you're going for direction, you skip the whole loot of letters, walk in a circle until you fall down. Which every way you land is pointing in the direction you have to go!" Harry reached in his bag to pull out his notes to show Hermione.
She heaved a huge sigh and glanced them over. "I agree with Ron, perfectly illogical, it all. Besides, don't you have to have some sort of divine gift? The Eye or something for this?"
"The Eye is for saiances, Hermione," Harry corrected.
"And when did you become an expert?"
"I never said I was, Hermione-"
"Hold it!" Ron put his hands up between them, "Mioninny, Harry- mate, you gotta cool your jets. Fighting will get us now where."
Harry sighed and sat back in his seat. "As I was about to say, I'm not going to be doing the Gyromancing, I'll enlist Lavender and Parvati to deal with that."
"How do you know they'll coopperate?" said Hermione, doubt dripping from her voice.
"They'll do it, I know they will. Lavender lost a brother and Parvati lost her cousin to the Death Eaters last year. I talked to them after Divination-"
"Oh, is that what you were doing, then?"
"Yeah, Ron, that's what I was doing- Any way, I talked with them, and they were very willing to join with us. They said they wanted revenge, just like the rest of us."
Hermione nodded slowly and turned her attention back to her steamed carrots, which had gone cold during their 'discussion'. "Alright. We'll use Divination, but only because I don't know how else to locate You-Know-"
"Voldemort. His name is Voldemort." Harry met their suprised gazes. "You've both met him face to face, hell Ron! You punched Voldemort in the face! You received Order of Merlin, Third Class, wasn't it?*"
Ron smiled sheepishly, "And we are going to try and confront him... Okay Harry, Voldemort it is. Wow, what is that the second time I've ever said Voldemort? Hey, it's three times!"
Hermione shook her head and sighed at Ron's absurdness. When she looked up, she smiled. "Hey, Harry, isn't that Cho over there?"
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*Refer to Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel of Hogwarts, another of my stories
Again, sorry for taking so long with this. I've been working on it during my breaks at work, which is only fifteen minutes long... :( Anyway, so things have been moving slowly, and I'm kinda stuck here in the middle... Oh! Just got an idea! Yippeeee!!
And now, my thanks:
Artemis fire mage of Golin: I'm glad you read my other story! *is happy* I think I'll go back and tweak a few things, to make it easier to read. Hope you're liking this one too!
Kaylin: Ah! Sirius is seeing something in her he hasn't seen for a while- but we'll get into that LATER. :)
Slycat Blaze: I'm glad you like the plot, hope school is well, and I'll try to email you ASAP! Work is hard, I'm going for an interview for a restraunt on Thursday- Wish me luck!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.