The Gift of Dutrem
Chapter One ~ Meeting Up (pretty dodgy chap. name if you ask me)
'Hey Ginny, how's the holidays been for you?'
As soon as the words came out, Ginny blushed furiously and turned away to talk to Mrs. Weasley.
Sighing, Harry turned back to face the massive train of Platform 9 and ¾ and thought about what was ahead for him. He wasn't peeved that Ginny was always blushing at him, in fact it was that he seemed to have been growing feelings over the holidays. It was something that Harry had never experienced before. He couldn't identify them, but what he knew, Harry didn't look forward to.
Deeply entrenched in thought, Harry was startled by a familiar voice - 'Harry, Harry?'
Startled, Harry swung around to face Hermione.
Laughing, they embraced each other.
Hermione, from the last time Harry had seen her, had grown her hair out and her body shape seemed to have improved. Hermione wasn't very tall, hence, she was very fit and attractive.
'Well, it took you awhile to realize your name being screamed at the top of my lungs!' Hermione grabs his shoulders and lead him to the Prefect's carriage.
'Hermione?'
'Yes Harry?'
'Are you completely sure Ron and I are allowed in this carriage?' Harry enquired uncertainly.
'Well, the answer is obvious, isn't it? You're "the Harry Potter" and Ron's your faithful side-kick.' chuckled Hermione.
'That is definitely not funny!' Lowering his voice, he said bitterly - 'If I wasn't "the Harry Potter", Cedric wouldn't have died and neither would countless people.' Harry's voice lost its mirth.
Hermione abruptly stopped in her path to the carriage and faced Harry, gazing into those green eyes misted with sorrow, grief, self-loathing and fortitude.
'Oh cheer up Harry! If you're going to be like that, this trip will be grim indeed. Don't let the past be the present, Harry. Forget about it and try to be happy. You'll get to see all your old friends.'
As soon as Harry opened his mouth in response, a voice could be heard from behind.
'Harry, Hermione! Wait up, gooseheads!'
Both audibly sighing, Hermione and Harry turned around.
'And exactly how many times are people planning to call my name out to the world and remind me of who I am and how many deaths I have caused?' Harry thought inconsolably. Shaking his head gave him some positive thoughts. 'Jeez Harry, get a grip on yourself, Hermione is right, there's no bloody point living in the past.
'And you say I'm deaf!' Ron panted.
'I did, Ron. And you still are.' Hermione snapped.
'Thanks heaps for your gracious welcome. I return it.' Ron said sarcastically. 'So Harry, how was your holidays with you favourite family?'
'Thank you for enquiring Ronald; I had an absolutely, positively notorious and abysmal time.' Harry said gloomily.
'How did I guess?' Ron smiled sadly
'Well, for a start, you didn't actually guess.' Hermione pointed out.
'It was a figure of friendly speech. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised, since you can't be friendly and sociable' was the stiff response.
'I wouldn't be talking, Ron. I wasn't the one that stalked off in Diagon Alley just because we wouldn't let you visit Koebot's Joke Shop! Inevitably, as it always happens.' Hermione defended herself.
Harry groaned. He guessed he would suffer another year of this endless, not to mention pointless, arguments. Fortunately Hermione, being the smartest, always won. Harry didn't quite know why Ron even bothered.
All three of them were beginning their seventh and final year. Vorldemort, the greatest of all dark sorcerers was still at large, stronger than ever before. It was Voldemort who had made Harry famous - brutally murdering his parents with a powerful death curse before turning his wand towards Harry. Miraculously, Harry survived, leaving the great dark wizard perilously close to death. Harry couldn't remember this experience, though he was left with an unusual lightning-shaped scar on his forehead which remained till this very day, his 17th birthday. It had been nearly seventeen years since the fall of Lord Voldemort - and for nearly seventeen years, he has been recovering. Now, having been joined by his faithful, though feeble accomplice, Wormtail, Voldemort's had regained his true strength and power. His very name induced a haunting fear amongst the whole Wizarding world, especially the ministry. Sirius Black was still in hiding, having been framed by Wormtail for vicious Wizarding crimes. It seemed to Harry that Hogwarts was the only secure in England. It was warded against Vorldemort's Death Eaters.
After surviving three major attacks from traitorous Dementors and Death Eaters, Harry indeed had to thank Lupin for their Warlock training. Dumbledore, the school headmaster, commissioned them to train Harry, Ron and Hermione in the art of Warlocks.
Only a few Warlocks made the training qualifications and still alive today. To cross a fully-trained Warlock was like asking for death. Warlocks practised wand-less magic and psychological control over their bodies and over others. Lupin and Black taught the three body control, hypnoses and eye power control, as well as many wand-less spells. The selection of spells to learn was limited without a wand. Only a handful of hexes, curses and defence spells could be taught. These spells, however, were extremely powerful when used correctly. A wand-less curse could end up just as bad as the Crucio curse or even worse. Meditating was different from the 'Muggle meditating'. This Wizard Meditating taught Warlocks control over their bodies and magic. In this way, Warlocks could control how much magic and energy goes into their attack or defence. Meditating also helped Warlocks who were subject to torture (from the Death Eaters) e.g. they could block out the pain and save their strength.
There was also a good reason why Voldemorte didn't have any Warlocks on his side. Warlocks had very specific qualifications. To make it in you had to be granted permission. Not just from any Warlock, but the Warlock himself.
Harry remembered the day Hermione told Harry just how special they were- 'Legend has it that *Slazenger* Slytherin had a loyal, but powerful friend. His name was Albany Dutrem. The term 'Warlock' was given to Dutrem when he supported the mass destruction Slytherin made. Albany Dutrem had a special gift. It let him see into people's spirits or what he called 'vines' and control them to his will. Warlocks today have never had as much power as the Warlock himself. After experiencing massacre after massacre, Albany Dutrem was sick of all the evil, malevolence and immorality Slytherin had formed. Dutrem changed sides and became full of...of the Gryffindor properties- brave, valiant and willing to sacrifice themselves for others. The gift of Dutrem, as it's now called, is passed from a unique, not to mention cerebral way. The one chosen for the gift of Dutrem will have one, and only one vision. In this vision, it is known, that Albany Dutrem visits and tells of your destiny and fate if you wish to accept his gift. It is also known that if you accept or decline, either, you are forbidden to tell your fate from anyone unless being with the gift of Dutrem themselves.
Caught up in his memories, Harry didn't realise that Hermione and Ron had already boarded Hogwarts Express. Running to catch up, he found himself staring at his arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy, who was just five metres away. Except it wasn't Malfoy Harry was looking at. This person wore an expression of content so unlike Malfoy that pigs could be flying at the moment. Harry also spotted Malfoy's eyes travel to a familiar figure.
Immediately after Harry spotted him, Malfoy's face twisted back into its naturally all-knowing smirk.
'So Potter, finally, only one year till I get rid of you. Eh Potter? Going to miss your girlfriend?' sneered the seventeen year old blonde.
'I know, the sooner you get out of my life, the better. Though I suspect others will miss there girlfriends. Where is that adorable smile I saw five seconds ago?' Harry shot back.
Malfoy turned a light tinge of pink. He let that comment through without any retaliation. With one last snigger, he stalked off.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * im so proud! This chapter is 1500 words long! Took ages.is it long enough???
Author's note: pleaz review!!! I need your advice on who Malfoy's girlfriend should be. Ive decided against Ginny, Hermione and Pansy! Since this is my first story, pleaz give me some constructive criticism! R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you enjoy it ...al, ben, lama and whoever else i know that read my story- pleaz don't compare me to al cause we both have different writing techniques ( (and she's probably better) *sigh* i tried!
Thanx heaps
P.S- I've finished chapt. 2 and it's about 1500. I was wondering whether to add another part to the end of that chapter or add it to the start of chapt. 3- ive also finished that chapter as well. I just have to check it!!!
Chapter One ~ Meeting Up (pretty dodgy chap. name if you ask me)
'Hey Ginny, how's the holidays been for you?'
As soon as the words came out, Ginny blushed furiously and turned away to talk to Mrs. Weasley.
Sighing, Harry turned back to face the massive train of Platform 9 and ¾ and thought about what was ahead for him. He wasn't peeved that Ginny was always blushing at him, in fact it was that he seemed to have been growing feelings over the holidays. It was something that Harry had never experienced before. He couldn't identify them, but what he knew, Harry didn't look forward to.
Deeply entrenched in thought, Harry was startled by a familiar voice - 'Harry, Harry?'
Startled, Harry swung around to face Hermione.
Laughing, they embraced each other.
Hermione, from the last time Harry had seen her, had grown her hair out and her body shape seemed to have improved. Hermione wasn't very tall, hence, she was very fit and attractive.
'Well, it took you awhile to realize your name being screamed at the top of my lungs!' Hermione grabs his shoulders and lead him to the Prefect's carriage.
'Hermione?'
'Yes Harry?'
'Are you completely sure Ron and I are allowed in this carriage?' Harry enquired uncertainly.
'Well, the answer is obvious, isn't it? You're "the Harry Potter" and Ron's your faithful side-kick.' chuckled Hermione.
'That is definitely not funny!' Lowering his voice, he said bitterly - 'If I wasn't "the Harry Potter", Cedric wouldn't have died and neither would countless people.' Harry's voice lost its mirth.
Hermione abruptly stopped in her path to the carriage and faced Harry, gazing into those green eyes misted with sorrow, grief, self-loathing and fortitude.
'Oh cheer up Harry! If you're going to be like that, this trip will be grim indeed. Don't let the past be the present, Harry. Forget about it and try to be happy. You'll get to see all your old friends.'
As soon as Harry opened his mouth in response, a voice could be heard from behind.
'Harry, Hermione! Wait up, gooseheads!'
Both audibly sighing, Hermione and Harry turned around.
'And exactly how many times are people planning to call my name out to the world and remind me of who I am and how many deaths I have caused?' Harry thought inconsolably. Shaking his head gave him some positive thoughts. 'Jeez Harry, get a grip on yourself, Hermione is right, there's no bloody point living in the past.
'And you say I'm deaf!' Ron panted.
'I did, Ron. And you still are.' Hermione snapped.
'Thanks heaps for your gracious welcome. I return it.' Ron said sarcastically. 'So Harry, how was your holidays with you favourite family?'
'Thank you for enquiring Ronald; I had an absolutely, positively notorious and abysmal time.' Harry said gloomily.
'How did I guess?' Ron smiled sadly
'Well, for a start, you didn't actually guess.' Hermione pointed out.
'It was a figure of friendly speech. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised, since you can't be friendly and sociable' was the stiff response.
'I wouldn't be talking, Ron. I wasn't the one that stalked off in Diagon Alley just because we wouldn't let you visit Koebot's Joke Shop! Inevitably, as it always happens.' Hermione defended herself.
Harry groaned. He guessed he would suffer another year of this endless, not to mention pointless, arguments. Fortunately Hermione, being the smartest, always won. Harry didn't quite know why Ron even bothered.
All three of them were beginning their seventh and final year. Vorldemort, the greatest of all dark sorcerers was still at large, stronger than ever before. It was Voldemort who had made Harry famous - brutally murdering his parents with a powerful death curse before turning his wand towards Harry. Miraculously, Harry survived, leaving the great dark wizard perilously close to death. Harry couldn't remember this experience, though he was left with an unusual lightning-shaped scar on his forehead which remained till this very day, his 17th birthday. It had been nearly seventeen years since the fall of Lord Voldemort - and for nearly seventeen years, he has been recovering. Now, having been joined by his faithful, though feeble accomplice, Wormtail, Voldemort's had regained his true strength and power. His very name induced a haunting fear amongst the whole Wizarding world, especially the ministry. Sirius Black was still in hiding, having been framed by Wormtail for vicious Wizarding crimes. It seemed to Harry that Hogwarts was the only secure in England. It was warded against Vorldemort's Death Eaters.
After surviving three major attacks from traitorous Dementors and Death Eaters, Harry indeed had to thank Lupin for their Warlock training. Dumbledore, the school headmaster, commissioned them to train Harry, Ron and Hermione in the art of Warlocks.
Only a few Warlocks made the training qualifications and still alive today. To cross a fully-trained Warlock was like asking for death. Warlocks practised wand-less magic and psychological control over their bodies and over others. Lupin and Black taught the three body control, hypnoses and eye power control, as well as many wand-less spells. The selection of spells to learn was limited without a wand. Only a handful of hexes, curses and defence spells could be taught. These spells, however, were extremely powerful when used correctly. A wand-less curse could end up just as bad as the Crucio curse or even worse. Meditating was different from the 'Muggle meditating'. This Wizard Meditating taught Warlocks control over their bodies and magic. In this way, Warlocks could control how much magic and energy goes into their attack or defence. Meditating also helped Warlocks who were subject to torture (from the Death Eaters) e.g. they could block out the pain and save their strength.
There was also a good reason why Voldemorte didn't have any Warlocks on his side. Warlocks had very specific qualifications. To make it in you had to be granted permission. Not just from any Warlock, but the Warlock himself.
Harry remembered the day Hermione told Harry just how special they were- 'Legend has it that *Slazenger* Slytherin had a loyal, but powerful friend. His name was Albany Dutrem. The term 'Warlock' was given to Dutrem when he supported the mass destruction Slytherin made. Albany Dutrem had a special gift. It let him see into people's spirits or what he called 'vines' and control them to his will. Warlocks today have never had as much power as the Warlock himself. After experiencing massacre after massacre, Albany Dutrem was sick of all the evil, malevolence and immorality Slytherin had formed. Dutrem changed sides and became full of...of the Gryffindor properties- brave, valiant and willing to sacrifice themselves for others. The gift of Dutrem, as it's now called, is passed from a unique, not to mention cerebral way. The one chosen for the gift of Dutrem will have one, and only one vision. In this vision, it is known, that Albany Dutrem visits and tells of your destiny and fate if you wish to accept his gift. It is also known that if you accept or decline, either, you are forbidden to tell your fate from anyone unless being with the gift of Dutrem themselves.
Caught up in his memories, Harry didn't realise that Hermione and Ron had already boarded Hogwarts Express. Running to catch up, he found himself staring at his arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy, who was just five metres away. Except it wasn't Malfoy Harry was looking at. This person wore an expression of content so unlike Malfoy that pigs could be flying at the moment. Harry also spotted Malfoy's eyes travel to a familiar figure.
Immediately after Harry spotted him, Malfoy's face twisted back into its naturally all-knowing smirk.
'So Potter, finally, only one year till I get rid of you. Eh Potter? Going to miss your girlfriend?' sneered the seventeen year old blonde.
'I know, the sooner you get out of my life, the better. Though I suspect others will miss there girlfriends. Where is that adorable smile I saw five seconds ago?' Harry shot back.
Malfoy turned a light tinge of pink. He let that comment through without any retaliation. With one last snigger, he stalked off.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * im so proud! This chapter is 1500 words long! Took ages.is it long enough???
Author's note: pleaz review!!! I need your advice on who Malfoy's girlfriend should be. Ive decided against Ginny, Hermione and Pansy! Since this is my first story, pleaz give me some constructive criticism! R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you enjoy it ...al, ben, lama and whoever else i know that read my story- pleaz don't compare me to al cause we both have different writing techniques ( (and she's probably better) *sigh* i tried!
Thanx heaps
P.S- I've finished chapt. 2 and it's about 1500. I was wondering whether to add another part to the end of that chapter or add it to the start of chapt. 3- ive also finished that chapter as well. I just have to check it!!!