A/N Okay, maybe the last chapter wasn't perfect, or good, or even worth but I tried, so sue me, speaking of sue I forgot this last time.
Disclaimer, I own none of the characters plot lines from this story unless I made them up myself
Chapter 8- Optical Illusions
Ron fell; the killing curse hit him, Voldemort had just broken into Hogwarts, just as his Death Eaters had. Hermione ran to his side, sobbing. Harry's eyes went bloodshot. Hermione stood up,
"How could you? Conscioussi" She shot the spell at Voldemort, it broke his barriers and hit him.
"Nice one little missy, but you can't control a mind this powerful, Avada Kedavra." She fell. Fleur burst into the Great Hall and stopped, Voldemort pointed his wand at her.
"Avada Kedavra." The green light shot at Fleur.
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"Ron, Hermione, Fleur." Harry screamed. He looked around; Ron Hermione and Fleur were standing over him. He was in a bed in the hospital Wing, but the room didn't look familiar. It was a dream, all a dream.
"Harry, your finally up." said Fleur, Hermione and Ron looked puzzled; Harry forgot that Fleur spoke French. Hermione pulled out her wand,
"Fleur, do you mind if I mess with your mind a bit?" Fleur shook her head.
"Comprendio." Hermione pointed it at Fleur, swirling a watery mist around her head.
"What did that do?" asked Fleur. Hermione explained that it made her speak English. Harry looked around; the room was different.
"Harry, you've been out for a couple of hours. You nearly drowned in that lake with Fleur, but then the Giant squid threw you back on shore, but by then you were unconscious. You've been here ever since." Her said, looking very stressed. Harry hadn't actually talked to his friends since last year; it was hard.
"Yeah speaking of that, where is here?" They laughed, what was so funny.
"Madam Pomfrey said." Ron stifled another giggle as he spoke, "That since you always hurt yourself, she got us our own private room." Harry got up, and walked to the entrance, sure enough they were in a small side of the Hospital Wing, Draco Malfoy walked in, and glanced at Harry, he walked into the room.
"Professor Delacour, you and all of you," He pointed at Harry, Ron and Hermione, "Are supposed to come the teachers lounge, when Potter wakes up. You'll probably get awards or something, of course Potter never misses a chance to show off."
"Or maybe Harry just wanted to save the school, unlike you and your little friends who ran to hide in the dungeons." Shot back Ron, Madam Pomfrey walked in,
"Okay, before you leave what do you want me to name this room?"
"Oh my god, Potty and the Dream Team get their own room, get out of here." said Draco, as he walked out. Harry smiled,
"The Dream Team room."
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"Very well, you four will receive special services to the school awards, and I commend you on your courage, you may leave." They got up to walk away, but Dumbledore spoke,
"Harry, I have an answer to your question." Harry turned,
"What question sir?" Dumbledore looked at him as though it was obvious,
"Why your wand wasn't working. See Harry, last year Fawkes touched your wand, when you were explaining what happened to Sirius. When a phoenix, dragon, or unicorn, touches the wand that they supplied a magic core with, they temporarily become the main core's supply. So when Fawkes died this summer your wand couldn't work."
"But doesn't Fawkes die like every month and a half?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded,
"And with you closer to Fawkes the more your wand is going to rely on Fawkes, so unless we can get your wand to rely on it's core your wand will go out for days when Fawkes dies. I will keep searching for a way to stop it, but you just dont worry for now, I bet you'll want to meet your friends from last year, maybe talk to a few girls." He raised his eyes at this last word, "I heard there is a Ravenclaw who is particularly fond of you, and- umm...um maybe this isn't the best time, very well, you can go." They left, as they walked down the halls several students passing looked at them funny. Ron and Hermione announced their need to go finish homework, and Harry and Fleur walked alone.
"Harry, can I ask you a question?" She asked, fiddling a little. Harry nodded.
"Have you ever thought about committing suicide?" She looked down.
"No!" said Harry, quite taken aback, but that was a lie. "Actually yeah, before I came here I used to always think about ways to kill myself, but I never actually tried, I just thought stuff like it would be cool to jump out of a plane with no parachute, or die while doing something cool." Fleur and Harry walked in silence for the next couple of minutes, Fleur looked on the verge since Dumbledore's office. They walked until they came to a mounting. It was two crossed swords, with an inscription under it; Memento Mori.
"Where are we?" asked Harry, he didn't recognize the area.
"My room, now cover your ears while I say the password." Fleur blushed. Harry turned around and covered his ears; the swords uncrossed, and the wall opened, they stepped inside.
"Harry, come over here and sit down next to me." Harry sat; she looked him deeply in the eyes.
"I have something to tell you." She said, she was almost crying. Harry moved a little closer to her.
"I have this secret Harry see, the whole story is that for as long as I can remember I have been an Iris. I can't control it, and now it has stopped manifesting. I can't even be normal any more." She broke down into Harry's arms, and he hadn't the faintest idea what an Iris was.
"But Fleur, that's great, that is a good thing right, I mean you can just not tell people and nobody would know?" Fleur shook her head vigorously.
"No Harry, every Dark Wizard in the world will be after me, I am the only seer this century. I will be hunted if my powers are found out." Harry sighed; it was sort of bad.
"So what exactly is an Iris anyway?" He asked. She glanced at his with a look of disapproval.
"An Iris is a person who can see into the future, prophesize, read minds by touch, control minds, and Astro-project. I can't do anything at will, but sometimes, if my emotions run high, or just spontaneously. I have a picture of my grandmother, she told me about my powers, here." She sat up, and reached for her locket, it was on the table past Harry's head. She brushed his hair with her forearm, and froze. She started breathing hard and shaking. Harry knew she needed help, but wouldn't be able to get back in if he left. He picked her up, and carried her across the room to the bed, and ran to the bathroom area. He wet a towel and laid it on her head. He sat for a few minutes and waited for her to awake. She mumbled something, making Harry jump. She groggily sat up,
"Harry, please tell me that I fell asleep and was dreaming."
"No, you had a vision." He looked at her worriedly, "What does it mean?"
"It means . . . tha . . . that . . . that my parents are murderers." She broke down again.
A/N; Okay see this is way better than the last chapter, and this ones first draft. This really is better; anyways this is the point in the story in which you find out the true meaning of it. I am not just writing some sappy, fluffy love chronicles. I am writing Harry's last three years of Hogwarts, and maybe more. I know this story will become obsolete if I dont finish it before the fifth book comes out, which I believe will be named Harry Potter and The Order of Phoenix, but it might be changed, like the Harry Potter and The Doomspell Tournament, was changed into what is known today as, Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire. I will have about 7 more chapters to this story, in order to finish it before the fifth book is released, give or take, so dont be surprised if I have a really long chapter followed by a very short one. I hope you all enjoy!
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