Chapter 3
You-Know-Who Returns
"Rowena, hey? When did you die, and are you really a ghost?" I asked.
"I died thousands of years ago and no, I'm a much more dignified and much more attractive shadow," she looked proud.
"Ah. . . such a big differencccccwwwoooooooaaaaah-" I stated right when the world started changing.
"Sssshhhh, I'll explain everything later on, but you need to watch this now."
"Kill the spare." I heard right before I felt a burning pain in my forehead. I didn't buckle, since I am 15 and very brave (ha) right now, but the past Harry, who was 14 did.
'Did he feel that too?' I wondered.
"Yes, Dudley, you are feeling the pain Harry felt last year at the school tournaments last Task," Rowena said.
"Wha?? How did you know what I thought??" I asked.
She smiled and tapped her head. I now knew she could read minds.
As I watched, I felt, and heard exactly what I saw.
'What was that green light?' I wondered knowing I would get an answer.
"That's the Killing Curse. You almost lost your cousin there."
I was in shock! After those two Cruciaoy-thingys, I would have been down and out, but Harry pressed on. A few minuets later, their wands connected somehow and a ghostly hand came out followed by ghostly people.
"Priori Incatactitam." Rowena explained. "The victims of Voldemort's, or You-Know-Who's wand backwards.
"Are those people Harry's parents?" I asked, "the ones with messy hair and glasses, and the one with long hair?"
"Yes, they are," Rowena whispered.
I stared for a few seconds when. . . "NOW!" Harry yelled. The ghosty things went blocked You-Know-Who's eyesight.
"Go, Harry GO!" I yelled. I finally had a heart for Harry, never again would I beat him up or taunt him. I hoped I could talk to him and convince my dad to stop beating him too.
I now saw Harry trying to drag the dead boy's body to golden cup.
"Oh, s***," I swore, "Let him go, Harry please." I pleaded
But then the golden cup flew to Harry and there was another swirl of colors, and I was in a white room.
"Was that the reason Harry has been accepting his beatings, since he thinks he could have stopped You-Know-Who from killing that boy?"
"I'm afraid so. . ." Rowena began.
"What made me come here?" I cut her off.
"Gratium Puto," Rowena said, "a spell Harry's headmaster made."
"Oh," I said.
"Well we best get you back to your room, good-bye Dudley!"
"Good-bye Rowena!" I called back, as I drifted back to my room.
* * * Well there you go! Chap. 3. I can't believe I got 3 chapter's in one day!!! Well 10 reviews till chapter 4 Will someone please tell me how to underline and Bold! Please!! Cheers PRONGS
You-Know-Who Returns
"Rowena, hey? When did you die, and are you really a ghost?" I asked.
"I died thousands of years ago and no, I'm a much more dignified and much more attractive shadow," she looked proud.
"Ah. . . such a big differencccccwwwoooooooaaaaah-" I stated right when the world started changing.
"Sssshhhh, I'll explain everything later on, but you need to watch this now."
"Kill the spare." I heard right before I felt a burning pain in my forehead. I didn't buckle, since I am 15 and very brave (ha) right now, but the past Harry, who was 14 did.
'Did he feel that too?' I wondered.
"Yes, Dudley, you are feeling the pain Harry felt last year at the school tournaments last Task," Rowena said.
"Wha?? How did you know what I thought??" I asked.
She smiled and tapped her head. I now knew she could read minds.
As I watched, I felt, and heard exactly what I saw.
'What was that green light?' I wondered knowing I would get an answer.
"That's the Killing Curse. You almost lost your cousin there."
I was in shock! After those two Cruciaoy-thingys, I would have been down and out, but Harry pressed on. A few minuets later, their wands connected somehow and a ghostly hand came out followed by ghostly people.
"Priori Incatactitam." Rowena explained. "The victims of Voldemort's, or You-Know-Who's wand backwards.
"Are those people Harry's parents?" I asked, "the ones with messy hair and glasses, and the one with long hair?"
"Yes, they are," Rowena whispered.
I stared for a few seconds when. . . "NOW!" Harry yelled. The ghosty things went blocked You-Know-Who's eyesight.
"Go, Harry GO!" I yelled. I finally had a heart for Harry, never again would I beat him up or taunt him. I hoped I could talk to him and convince my dad to stop beating him too.
I now saw Harry trying to drag the dead boy's body to golden cup.
"Oh, s***," I swore, "Let him go, Harry please." I pleaded
But then the golden cup flew to Harry and there was another swirl of colors, and I was in a white room.
"Was that the reason Harry has been accepting his beatings, since he thinks he could have stopped You-Know-Who from killing that boy?"
"I'm afraid so. . ." Rowena began.
"What made me come here?" I cut her off.
"Gratium Puto," Rowena said, "a spell Harry's headmaster made."
"Oh," I said.
"Well we best get you back to your room, good-bye Dudley!"
"Good-bye Rowena!" I called back, as I drifted back to my room.
* * * Well there you go! Chap. 3. I can't believe I got 3 chapter's in one day!!! Well 10 reviews till chapter 4 Will someone please tell me how to underline and Bold! Please!! Cheers PRONGS