AN: Hi guys! Sorry about the long delay! I lost my copy of it on my old
computer. I won't give anything away, so you have to read it! ^.~ So here I
had to retype it and everything from memory. 0_o;; So here it is without
further adieu! Thank you guys so much for your comments! Remember, in order
to flame use proper grammar. Thanks! (
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter 1
"Hearing voices isn't normal even in the wizarding world." Hermione Granger to Harry
The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was he wasn't in his normal bed. In fact, for a moment, he couldn't see a bloody thing. Well that was until Harry found his glasses next to his nightstand. Wait. He had a nightstand? Since when? The Dursleys' never spent more money than they had to on Harry. Just the basic amount for poor Harry to survive on the most basic of items.
That was until he entered the magical world.
Harry was very pleased to find a large amount of money in his name. Sure he never used a lot of it, but it was just the fact he had it. In a way Harry liked saying he had a lot of money. That shut up a lot of the gits from Slytherin. Oh well he didn't really care.
That is, the rational side of Harry didn't care.
The 'strange' side of Harry loved his fortune. He would always insist on Harry spending money on the most elaborate things. For some reason this 'evil' side wanted Harry to boast about his money. The evilness inside him wanted Harry to show Ron how much better he was.
'And you are' A nasty voice popped up.
Instead of dwelling on the past, Harry tried to figure out where he was. He grabbed his glasses and looked around the room. Oh. He was at Hogwarts again. Did he sleep through the train ride? All he could remember was a scream and a flash of green light. Oh. No. Did he cause it?
'Of course,' the voice made itself known again.
Harry shook his head and looked around the room. Oh good, only Professor Dumbledore was there. Great, so it was serious. What had he done this time? Oh why in bloody hell could he not remember? What was wrong with Harry James Potter?
"Professor?" Harry spoke, unaware of the look he was getting. Dumbledore seemed to study Harry, in shrewd, calculating way. Harry ignored it even though it did feel a little odd. He involuntarily shivered. What was wrong with him? "Harry," Dumbledore spoke softly, almost in a sad sense of a way. "Do you remember what happened?" His normally sparkling blue eyes were cold now. His cold, blue eyes seemed to contrast Harry's serpent green confused looks. Why was Dumbledore mad? Harry hadn't done anything wrong, had he?
'Oh yes you did,' the voice sneered.
"Do you remember anything?" Dumbledore's voice caught off whatever the voice was going to say next. What was with the voice anyway? Did Harry receive some sort of curse or magical charm?
'You could say that,' it was that damned voice again!
"Sort of," Harry spoke louder than he meant to. He was trying to drown out the sound of this 'new' voice. Dumbledore didn't seem to notice and gestured Harry to continue.
"I don't know," Harry spoke softly. "I remember a green light and a scream. Oh no! Was it the Death Eaters?" Since the rise of Voldemort, Harry developed an unnatural fear of the Death Eaters. He was always afraid that they would come after him. Maybe it was the fact that they were able to get him. He shivered again at the thought of Cedric Diggory.
'They won't hurt you,' the voice continued to taunt Harry.
"No Harry," Once again Dumbledore's voice saved Harry. "We're not too sure. What is known is your Uncle Vernon is dead. He was killed and your aunt and cousin are now insane. What the odd thing is, nothing happened to you." Harry felt very queasy at the thought of that. Had he done it? Why wasn't Harry hurt? Oh Merlin, why did he die? Harry disliked the Dursleys but would never wish that upon them.
'You wanted them to die,' that bloody voice accused Harry!
"I didn't do it!" Harry shouted. This time Dumbledore did notice and was mildly surprised. What was going on? Dumbledore seemed to know more than Harry ever knew. Why was he left out of it?
'No you're in the middle of the action, Harry Potter.' This time, his scar throbbed proving to Harry he was real.
"Harry no one is accusing you," Dumbledore explained. "We just need you to stay at Hogwarts until the term starts. It's for your own good." The searing pain was making Harry go cross-eyed. He could barely concentrate and keep his eyes open. That eerie green light softly glowed around him.
"I know," Harry regained control of himself causing the pain and glowing to stop. "I just want to know who did it and why." Dumbledore gave him a kind smile and patted his hand. Even though the sparkle wasn't back yet, Harry could tell Dumbledore trusted him. "Get some sleep, Harry. You need it," With that, Dumbledore walked to the door. He stopped, however, and faced Harry again.
"Harry? Do you have something you want to tell me?" Dumbleore's gaze still remained on Harry. He was trying to look for the missing piece that caused the accident.
Harry wanted so badly to tell him what all had happened. The weird changes that have been occurring and the voice he was hearing. Hearing voices was not normal and Harry wouldn't tell just anyone about it. In fact, Ron and Hermione had no idea what was wrong with Harry. Those daft prats, they would soon learn.
"No Sir." And with that, Dumbledore left the room. Harry was alone again and sat up. He wasn't the least bit tired, but ready to explore the castle again. Something was making him get up. Something was telling him what to do. But what was that som-
'I am.' He voice reappeared.
"What do you want?" Harry hissed in a very snake like way.
'You.' It answered curtly.
"Explain." Harry's serpent green eyes turned darker.
'Oh it's easy Harry,' It hissed right back, mocking Harry. 'There is a power within you.'
"Really? I would have never known." The cynical tone in Harry's voice was difficult to miss. "I'm only a bleeding wizard!"
'You're more than that.' The voice caused his head to throb.
"What the hell! Stop being so cryptic!" Harry shouted.
"But I'm not, dear," A puzzled Madame Pompfrey replied. Harry blinked and realized he was speaking out loud. She was standing next to him, ready to administer some sort of potion.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Harry immediately apologized. "What is that?" He pointed to the sickly red looking drink.
"A sleeping potion. Have a peaceful nights rest." She handed him the goblet and he swallowed it down. His eyelids drooped and Madame Pomfrey smiled and walked away. Good he was alone again with the voice.
'Oh you'll see, Harry, you'll see.' It snickered rather evilly.
"Bugger off." Harry mumbled before falling into a deep slumber.
Around midnight a piercing cry echoed in the empty castle walls.
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter 1
"Hearing voices isn't normal even in the wizarding world." Hermione Granger to Harry
The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was he wasn't in his normal bed. In fact, for a moment, he couldn't see a bloody thing. Well that was until Harry found his glasses next to his nightstand. Wait. He had a nightstand? Since when? The Dursleys' never spent more money than they had to on Harry. Just the basic amount for poor Harry to survive on the most basic of items.
That was until he entered the magical world.
Harry was very pleased to find a large amount of money in his name. Sure he never used a lot of it, but it was just the fact he had it. In a way Harry liked saying he had a lot of money. That shut up a lot of the gits from Slytherin. Oh well he didn't really care.
That is, the rational side of Harry didn't care.
The 'strange' side of Harry loved his fortune. He would always insist on Harry spending money on the most elaborate things. For some reason this 'evil' side wanted Harry to boast about his money. The evilness inside him wanted Harry to show Ron how much better he was.
'And you are' A nasty voice popped up.
Instead of dwelling on the past, Harry tried to figure out where he was. He grabbed his glasses and looked around the room. Oh. He was at Hogwarts again. Did he sleep through the train ride? All he could remember was a scream and a flash of green light. Oh. No. Did he cause it?
'Of course,' the voice made itself known again.
Harry shook his head and looked around the room. Oh good, only Professor Dumbledore was there. Great, so it was serious. What had he done this time? Oh why in bloody hell could he not remember? What was wrong with Harry James Potter?
"Professor?" Harry spoke, unaware of the look he was getting. Dumbledore seemed to study Harry, in shrewd, calculating way. Harry ignored it even though it did feel a little odd. He involuntarily shivered. What was wrong with him? "Harry," Dumbledore spoke softly, almost in a sad sense of a way. "Do you remember what happened?" His normally sparkling blue eyes were cold now. His cold, blue eyes seemed to contrast Harry's serpent green confused looks. Why was Dumbledore mad? Harry hadn't done anything wrong, had he?
'Oh yes you did,' the voice sneered.
"Do you remember anything?" Dumbledore's voice caught off whatever the voice was going to say next. What was with the voice anyway? Did Harry receive some sort of curse or magical charm?
'You could say that,' it was that damned voice again!
"Sort of," Harry spoke louder than he meant to. He was trying to drown out the sound of this 'new' voice. Dumbledore didn't seem to notice and gestured Harry to continue.
"I don't know," Harry spoke softly. "I remember a green light and a scream. Oh no! Was it the Death Eaters?" Since the rise of Voldemort, Harry developed an unnatural fear of the Death Eaters. He was always afraid that they would come after him. Maybe it was the fact that they were able to get him. He shivered again at the thought of Cedric Diggory.
'They won't hurt you,' the voice continued to taunt Harry.
"No Harry," Once again Dumbledore's voice saved Harry. "We're not too sure. What is known is your Uncle Vernon is dead. He was killed and your aunt and cousin are now insane. What the odd thing is, nothing happened to you." Harry felt very queasy at the thought of that. Had he done it? Why wasn't Harry hurt? Oh Merlin, why did he die? Harry disliked the Dursleys but would never wish that upon them.
'You wanted them to die,' that bloody voice accused Harry!
"I didn't do it!" Harry shouted. This time Dumbledore did notice and was mildly surprised. What was going on? Dumbledore seemed to know more than Harry ever knew. Why was he left out of it?
'No you're in the middle of the action, Harry Potter.' This time, his scar throbbed proving to Harry he was real.
"Harry no one is accusing you," Dumbledore explained. "We just need you to stay at Hogwarts until the term starts. It's for your own good." The searing pain was making Harry go cross-eyed. He could barely concentrate and keep his eyes open. That eerie green light softly glowed around him.
"I know," Harry regained control of himself causing the pain and glowing to stop. "I just want to know who did it and why." Dumbledore gave him a kind smile and patted his hand. Even though the sparkle wasn't back yet, Harry could tell Dumbledore trusted him. "Get some sleep, Harry. You need it," With that, Dumbledore walked to the door. He stopped, however, and faced Harry again.
"Harry? Do you have something you want to tell me?" Dumbleore's gaze still remained on Harry. He was trying to look for the missing piece that caused the accident.
Harry wanted so badly to tell him what all had happened. The weird changes that have been occurring and the voice he was hearing. Hearing voices was not normal and Harry wouldn't tell just anyone about it. In fact, Ron and Hermione had no idea what was wrong with Harry. Those daft prats, they would soon learn.
"No Sir." And with that, Dumbledore left the room. Harry was alone again and sat up. He wasn't the least bit tired, but ready to explore the castle again. Something was making him get up. Something was telling him what to do. But what was that som-
'I am.' He voice reappeared.
"What do you want?" Harry hissed in a very snake like way.
'You.' It answered curtly.
"Explain." Harry's serpent green eyes turned darker.
'Oh it's easy Harry,' It hissed right back, mocking Harry. 'There is a power within you.'
"Really? I would have never known." The cynical tone in Harry's voice was difficult to miss. "I'm only a bleeding wizard!"
'You're more than that.' The voice caused his head to throb.
"What the hell! Stop being so cryptic!" Harry shouted.
"But I'm not, dear," A puzzled Madame Pompfrey replied. Harry blinked and realized he was speaking out loud. She was standing next to him, ready to administer some sort of potion.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Harry immediately apologized. "What is that?" He pointed to the sickly red looking drink.
"A sleeping potion. Have a peaceful nights rest." She handed him the goblet and he swallowed it down. His eyelids drooped and Madame Pomfrey smiled and walked away. Good he was alone again with the voice.
'Oh you'll see, Harry, you'll see.' It snickered rather evilly.
"Bugger off." Harry mumbled before falling into a deep slumber.
Around midnight a piercing cry echoed in the empty castle walls.