Okay, I lied, I'm adding just a bit more, because I don't know when I will
write the sequel.
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Dumbledore was in his office, leaning back in his chair. He stroked Fawkes, who was on his desk, and contemplated.
The next school year would be vastly different, and he had already set up a staff meeting to plan. Despite it being only days since to schoolterm ended. Voldemort was moving rapidly, and he things could not remain the same, even as much as students need stability.
He also had an Order meeting next week. Voldemort had not attacked the ministry yet, but he most definitely would. Especially since his daring attack on the school. If the ministry hadn't risen to help. much, much more damage would have been inflicted. Voldemort hadn't shown up though. That could only mean that it was a test, or distraction. He pursed his lips. Voldemort was already gathering allies in other countries, not intending to rely only on Britain.
He had hoped that they could have stopped Voldemort early, but thanks to Fudge and the public's blindness, that wouldn't happen. The coming times would be akin to a civil war. It made his heart ache, for the children being sent out into that world.
As Severus would point out, he cared to damn much.
People believed now though. It was beginning to look just like the last reign of Voldemort. Families were being destroyed, fear approaching hysterical proportions. People were fleeing to other countries, which would only save them for how long? He intended the Order of the Phoenix to give people hope, and faith enough to fight.
His thoughts turned to Harry, who had to witness sickening events so often through his visions. Was it any wonder he was so much more depressed this year? Such things were not meant to be seen by someone his age. Grown wizards wouldn't be able to handle it.
He had been worried that Harry would become suicidal. He hadn't so much as hinted that to anyone, but he had been worried. If he didn't have the friends he did. As it was they had nearly lost him. It was truly a miracle that he was still alive, regardless of his thoughts on the matter. If he had died.
Now he walked around the castle avoiding everyone, becoming more withdrawn. He didn't talk much -generally short sentences, few words. The reporters really had not helped. Nor had the immense amount of mail. Dumbledore knew that the boy burned it en mass, though he did it in his dorm.
Dumbledore was proud of him. He was proud of a great many of his students, but more so with Harry. He was also sad for him.
Suddenly he stood up. He felt a power surge. And knew it was from Harry. A brief flash of Harry's consciousness, his emotions. Dumbledore searched with his magic. Harry was still in the castle, but where exactly was blinded by the surge.
He got up and quickly moved out of his office.
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In the teachers lounge, there could be heard quiet chatter. All the teachers had had to postpone leaving the castle for a while, and most wouldn't be leaving at all. So they spent time planning and enjoying company. Even Snape was there, staring into the fire. His expression was less reserved these days; Pensive, yet somehow relieved.
Nearly everyone present stiffened, feeling something to various degrees. McGonagall and Snape felt it the most. It was like a glimpse into someone's mind, their feelings.
"Potter?" Severus murmured with a frown, and Minerva realized he was right. The turbulent emotions, that pain, felt like. Potter.
The other teachers looked at them confusedly, only faintly feeling it.
They got both stood and strode to the Headmaster's office; They met him walking towards them.
"Headmaster did you feel-"
"Yes, it was a magic surge."
"THAT was a magic surge?"
Only Dumbledore had had a surge like that, if rumors were true. Surges were rare indeed.
"Where is he?"
Dumbledore only shook his head.
In a golden flash, an unconscious Harry appeared at the Headmaster's feet. Dumbledore immediately picked him up and headed for the hospital wing, followed by the two professors.
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"Ermgh." Harry slowly became conscious, wincing as his head hurt.
"Drink this Potter." Snape shoved a goblet at him.
He wouldn't have if his head didn't hurt so much, but right now he didn't care if it was poisoned. In fact, his entire body felt tired.
Dazed, he fuzzily recalled what had happened. "-was a door, no handle. gray place with people."
Sharply, "People?"
"Echoes. founders."
"Please, Potter, don't be ridiculous." That could only have come from Snape.
Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, put in, "Ah."
"What is he talking about?" McGonagall asked noting the look on his face.
"The Founder's Room." Before they could ask, "-A legend," he added impishly.
"You know-?" Was all Harry could croak out.
"I'll tell you later Harry, get some sleep." With the promise of answers he lapsed into unconsciousness.
"A legend Albus?" McGonagall questioned.
"Apparently not."
A snort was all Snape had to add.
"I'll see you at the staff meeting tonight."
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The Founder's Room. As a legend, of course, little was known about it. Dumbledore was startled out of his thoughts by Madam Pomfrey, who had just returned.
"By the Founder's! What has he done now? School just ended!"
"I assure you, it was no fault of his own, Poppy. It was a magic surge." He looked bemusedly at her.
After checking up on him she said, "Well, he shouldn't exert himself for at least a week. I've never seen a magic surge case with effects this bad." She pursed her lips. "We are going to need to tie him down to keep him from just up and leaving. I found him walking around the hospital wing after the battle, you know!
Dumbledore's amusement increased. "I'll take care of him Poppy, take your vacation."
She looked surprised. "You're sure?"
He nodded. "Your going to need it. You will have more work next year, what with all the new students -even with the extra help."
Dumbledore left, with Harry levitating behind him. He had a staff meeting tonight, and an Order meeting in two nights, but Harry was not likely to present a problem. He would send him to the Wolf's Den as soon as Sirius returned from Egypt.
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Harry stepped up to the fireplace. He threw a handful of powder at it, and watched the flames turn green. "Wolf's Den!" he said, taking care to be loud and clear; He stepped forward.
He hadn't been able to remember anything else about the 'Founders Room' for Dumbledore. So now, days later, he was, with no little joy, going to live with Sirius. From what he gathered, it was another 'safe house' like the one he had warned Dumbledore about the attack on.
Minutes later he lay there dazedly. He grabbed his glasses from the floor next to him and pushed himself up off the floor, sending a glare in the direction laughter was originated from.
"You alright?" Remus sounded for too amused for Harry to grace him with an answer.
"Had a nice trip?" His godfather came forward to clasp a hand on his shoulder.
Harry sighed.
"Oh, leave him alone." A woman stepped forward and shook his hand. The woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes introduced herself, "I'm Jasmine, currently stuck leaving with these two loony's"- she gestured at Sirius and Remus -"and Mundungus. He'll be back later."
"Want to see your room?" Sirius was grinning.
"Sure."
"Your trunk's already there, by the way," Remus added as they moved down a hallway.
Sirius opened a door with a flourish, and Harry got a good look at the spacious red and gold adorned room. His room. "Cool," he said, and jumped onto the bed, looking around.
He was feeling better then he had since the attack on Hogwarts.
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He dreamed of a gray place, of voices. The feeling of timelessness, the feel of magic.
Words came unbidden:
There will be a time when a dark lord will rise
Potential twisted by pain; Intent on bringing pain upon the world; And succeeding
Darkness will spread, deepen, and fester; Red eyes will gleam; Skulls will darken
This darkness will not pass; This evil will seek immortality
Another touched by pain will shine in the darkness; Bringing out the light
Lightening will be marked; The good of the many will outweigh the good of the one; War waged, battles fought
But should this Lord of the Light flicker and wane; Woe the twilight; And fear the dark
Hope that he will suffer through; Pray that he will fight
Ink leaves stains
This will be the first trial, of many to come; For destiny grabs hold with tenacity
The words melted away into another dream, one in which he flew as a bird high in the sky, while the world turned below.
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Dumbledore was in his office, leaning back in his chair. He stroked Fawkes, who was on his desk, and contemplated.
The next school year would be vastly different, and he had already set up a staff meeting to plan. Despite it being only days since to schoolterm ended. Voldemort was moving rapidly, and he things could not remain the same, even as much as students need stability.
He also had an Order meeting next week. Voldemort had not attacked the ministry yet, but he most definitely would. Especially since his daring attack on the school. If the ministry hadn't risen to help. much, much more damage would have been inflicted. Voldemort hadn't shown up though. That could only mean that it was a test, or distraction. He pursed his lips. Voldemort was already gathering allies in other countries, not intending to rely only on Britain.
He had hoped that they could have stopped Voldemort early, but thanks to Fudge and the public's blindness, that wouldn't happen. The coming times would be akin to a civil war. It made his heart ache, for the children being sent out into that world.
As Severus would point out, he cared to damn much.
People believed now though. It was beginning to look just like the last reign of Voldemort. Families were being destroyed, fear approaching hysterical proportions. People were fleeing to other countries, which would only save them for how long? He intended the Order of the Phoenix to give people hope, and faith enough to fight.
His thoughts turned to Harry, who had to witness sickening events so often through his visions. Was it any wonder he was so much more depressed this year? Such things were not meant to be seen by someone his age. Grown wizards wouldn't be able to handle it.
He had been worried that Harry would become suicidal. He hadn't so much as hinted that to anyone, but he had been worried. If he didn't have the friends he did. As it was they had nearly lost him. It was truly a miracle that he was still alive, regardless of his thoughts on the matter. If he had died.
Now he walked around the castle avoiding everyone, becoming more withdrawn. He didn't talk much -generally short sentences, few words. The reporters really had not helped. Nor had the immense amount of mail. Dumbledore knew that the boy burned it en mass, though he did it in his dorm.
Dumbledore was proud of him. He was proud of a great many of his students, but more so with Harry. He was also sad for him.
Suddenly he stood up. He felt a power surge. And knew it was from Harry. A brief flash of Harry's consciousness, his emotions. Dumbledore searched with his magic. Harry was still in the castle, but where exactly was blinded by the surge.
He got up and quickly moved out of his office.
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In the teachers lounge, there could be heard quiet chatter. All the teachers had had to postpone leaving the castle for a while, and most wouldn't be leaving at all. So they spent time planning and enjoying company. Even Snape was there, staring into the fire. His expression was less reserved these days; Pensive, yet somehow relieved.
Nearly everyone present stiffened, feeling something to various degrees. McGonagall and Snape felt it the most. It was like a glimpse into someone's mind, their feelings.
"Potter?" Severus murmured with a frown, and Minerva realized he was right. The turbulent emotions, that pain, felt like. Potter.
The other teachers looked at them confusedly, only faintly feeling it.
They got both stood and strode to the Headmaster's office; They met him walking towards them.
"Headmaster did you feel-"
"Yes, it was a magic surge."
"THAT was a magic surge?"
Only Dumbledore had had a surge like that, if rumors were true. Surges were rare indeed.
"Where is he?"
Dumbledore only shook his head.
In a golden flash, an unconscious Harry appeared at the Headmaster's feet. Dumbledore immediately picked him up and headed for the hospital wing, followed by the two professors.
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"Ermgh." Harry slowly became conscious, wincing as his head hurt.
"Drink this Potter." Snape shoved a goblet at him.
He wouldn't have if his head didn't hurt so much, but right now he didn't care if it was poisoned. In fact, his entire body felt tired.
Dazed, he fuzzily recalled what had happened. "-was a door, no handle. gray place with people."
Sharply, "People?"
"Echoes. founders."
"Please, Potter, don't be ridiculous." That could only have come from Snape.
Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, put in, "Ah."
"What is he talking about?" McGonagall asked noting the look on his face.
"The Founder's Room." Before they could ask, "-A legend," he added impishly.
"You know-?" Was all Harry could croak out.
"I'll tell you later Harry, get some sleep." With the promise of answers he lapsed into unconsciousness.
"A legend Albus?" McGonagall questioned.
"Apparently not."
A snort was all Snape had to add.
"I'll see you at the staff meeting tonight."
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The Founder's Room. As a legend, of course, little was known about it. Dumbledore was startled out of his thoughts by Madam Pomfrey, who had just returned.
"By the Founder's! What has he done now? School just ended!"
"I assure you, it was no fault of his own, Poppy. It was a magic surge." He looked bemusedly at her.
After checking up on him she said, "Well, he shouldn't exert himself for at least a week. I've never seen a magic surge case with effects this bad." She pursed her lips. "We are going to need to tie him down to keep him from just up and leaving. I found him walking around the hospital wing after the battle, you know!
Dumbledore's amusement increased. "I'll take care of him Poppy, take your vacation."
She looked surprised. "You're sure?"
He nodded. "Your going to need it. You will have more work next year, what with all the new students -even with the extra help."
Dumbledore left, with Harry levitating behind him. He had a staff meeting tonight, and an Order meeting in two nights, but Harry was not likely to present a problem. He would send him to the Wolf's Den as soon as Sirius returned from Egypt.
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Harry stepped up to the fireplace. He threw a handful of powder at it, and watched the flames turn green. "Wolf's Den!" he said, taking care to be loud and clear; He stepped forward.
He hadn't been able to remember anything else about the 'Founders Room' for Dumbledore. So now, days later, he was, with no little joy, going to live with Sirius. From what he gathered, it was another 'safe house' like the one he had warned Dumbledore about the attack on.
Minutes later he lay there dazedly. He grabbed his glasses from the floor next to him and pushed himself up off the floor, sending a glare in the direction laughter was originated from.
"You alright?" Remus sounded for too amused for Harry to grace him with an answer.
"Had a nice trip?" His godfather came forward to clasp a hand on his shoulder.
Harry sighed.
"Oh, leave him alone." A woman stepped forward and shook his hand. The woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes introduced herself, "I'm Jasmine, currently stuck leaving with these two loony's"- she gestured at Sirius and Remus -"and Mundungus. He'll be back later."
"Want to see your room?" Sirius was grinning.
"Sure."
"Your trunk's already there, by the way," Remus added as they moved down a hallway.
Sirius opened a door with a flourish, and Harry got a good look at the spacious red and gold adorned room. His room. "Cool," he said, and jumped onto the bed, looking around.
He was feeling better then he had since the attack on Hogwarts.
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He dreamed of a gray place, of voices. The feeling of timelessness, the feel of magic.
Words came unbidden:
There will be a time when a dark lord will rise
Potential twisted by pain; Intent on bringing pain upon the world; And succeeding
Darkness will spread, deepen, and fester; Red eyes will gleam; Skulls will darken
This darkness will not pass; This evil will seek immortality
Another touched by pain will shine in the darkness; Bringing out the light
Lightening will be marked; The good of the many will outweigh the good of the one; War waged, battles fought
But should this Lord of the Light flicker and wane; Woe the twilight; And fear the dark
Hope that he will suffer through; Pray that he will fight
Ink leaves stains
This will be the first trial, of many to come; For destiny grabs hold with tenacity
The words melted away into another dream, one in which he flew as a bird high in the sky, while the world turned below.
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