Chapter 6
Arriving at Hogsmeade, Harry leaves his friends to go to a carriage where Dumbledore is waiting for him. He hops in and in a flash is directly in front of Hogwarts. Dumbledore leads Harry in front of the gargoyle and mutters "Sugarquill." "You may as well know the password now, you are welcome whenever this year."
They walk up the spiral staircase and into Dumbledore's office.
"I've heard your trip here wasn't too great this year?"
"Well….yeah."
"I don't know much more than any of the others so why don't you tell me what happened in the barrier first?"
"I ended up in this place, it was dark, my scar was burning and a voice said I'm coming Harry, but not yet, no not yet. Still many things to do yet, but I'll be there, you can keep my word."
"I see, I suppose that voice belonged to Voldemort."
"Most likely, nothing could sound that horrible."
"And that place sounds a lot like the one in your dream."
"Yeah, that's true I ever thought of that, hey but how……………
"Ahh…you forget that Sirius and I are correspondents also."
"So when I finally got out I guess I just fainted."
"From fright of the greatly unexpected."
"Huh?"
"All the other times you met up with Voldemort, you were half expecting something to happen, since you were in an odd situation, after the initial shock you would believe anything possible. But going through the barrier is a common thing. You were expecting to walk through the wall and end up on the other side, or in some case, run into it." A twinkle passed through his eye as he says this, yet he spoke with great wisdom. Harry nods in understandment.
"Now what about on the train?"
Harry tells him about fainting, Voldemort talking to him. He stops short here.
"You get what happened, can I stop here?" Harry asks
"No, it'll help you get over it. Continue, what did he say?"
"He told me……he told me….," Harry stutters on.
"Yes, what did he say? Take your time now."
"He said I can't always depend on you to protect me."
A silence spread between the two, only guessing at what that might mean, yet not exactly wanting to know. After a minute or so, Dumbledore breaks the silence by saying, "Very well, I must be heading down to the Great Hall. Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Harry then remembers the defense against dark arts book. "Yeah how come I need two dark arts books this year?"
Dumbledore pauses to think before answering. "Harry, this could be a tough year for you, and you need to be a little more prepared. I think you know more than anyone why you need it."
"I know," he says glumly, "I was just hoping there was another reason."
"I know, I know, but I'm sure you will enjoy the class anyway. I figured your friend Hermione was the one who made you get the book?"
"Yes."
"I knew she'd figure it out. Smart girl. Well I must be going down to the feast, everyone will be wondering where I am. You can stay here and I'll send up some food from the kitchen, then you can go to Gryffindor common room. The password is "warthog". This way you will not have to worry about all of Gryffindor bombarding you with questions. I'll notify them to take it easy tonight.
"Thank you Professor Dumbledore, I appreciate it."
"Get some sleep now, classes start tomorrow."
With that, Dumbledore leaves and Harry just sits there waiting for a bit. After eating all he could, he goes up to the common room and sits by the fire and waits for the others to come up and join him.
****
The Gryffindors stomp their way up the stairs and burst into the common room. They take no special notice of Harry already being there. Harry and Ron play some exploding snap and wizards chess before calling it a night. As they were crawling into bed for their first night under the four posters Ron says, "You know, Hermione has been made prefect."
"Not surprising," Harry says sleepily, "Goodnight."
The next morning at breakfast, Harry tells Ron and Hermione what really happened the day before. They gasped when they heard the truth. "That's really serious," says Hermione. Harry also explained to them about the defense against dark arts classes and how they're going to teach him a whole bunch of defense/attack spells in case something were to happen.
"So, what classes do we have this morning?" Ron asks.
"We've got transfiguration first and then herbology with the…hufflepuffs again this year," Hermione replies.
Tranfiguration started out right away. In today's class they had to turn a feather into a feather pillow. By the end of class, Hermione was able to produce a large body length pillow and the others…well just weren't as successful. Herbology went by very slowly and finally it was lunchtime. After lunch they headed down to the dungeons to their most dreaded class: potions.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter. You know Harry, if you plan on fainting to get out of class, it won't work because I will not dismiss you," Snape cruelly says, with an evil grin on his face.
The Slytherins all start laughing their heads off. "There'll be no difference this year with Snape," thought Harry. Potions dreaded on for another hour, with about three more insults to Harry, many snarls at Neville's healing potion which just wasn't working, and 10 points lost for Gryffindor.
"Please let us have a better class now," Harry asks Hermione pleadingly as they walk down the corridor out of the dungeons.
"Looks like you guys will have fun, you guys got divination next," Hermione says, with a slight grin on her face.
"Dammit Ron, it looks as though I'll be dying soon," Harry says, slightly amused. Although he could joke about it now, he knew that it was going to be a bore. They all laughed anyway and headed up to their separate classes.
As always, there was a strong smell of perfume emitting from the classroom. Harry began to feel lightheaded as usual when entering.
"Ok class, today we will be working on palm reading. Pair up into groups now," Professor Trelawny tells her class. Harry pairs up with Ron. They were suppose to predict each other's future using the line chart they were given. Ron takes a look at Harry's palm. "Well, umm, your love line is pretty long, well umm I think it's your love line or? Ugh, I don't know, you try."
Harry ponders over something and a wide, malicious grin spreads over his face. " Ok Ron, the first thing you have to do is close your eyes for a better prediction," He says, making his voice sound very far off and distant.
"Er, ok. Harry you sure you're all right? This doesn't see like you. After all this is only div---
"Shh, let me think about this. Oh my, Ron you are going to be very rich when you're older."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I can picture you mansion right here, a beautiful garden and courtyard here.
Ron opens his eyes and asks, "Harry quit talking foolishness."
"Don't worry, I am not lying to you," he says as he crosses his fingers. "Look, I can see your swimming pool right here on your palm, it's huge!"
"Really? Where?" Ron asks dumbly.
"Right there!" Harry says as he spits on Ron's hand.
"It takes a moment for Ron to realize what just happened. When he does he hisses, "Harry!" in a threatingly tone
"Sorry Ron. It's an old, old, old muggle joke."
"Oh, hmmm, maybe I could use it on my brothers one day. I'll have to remember this one!"
Just then, Professor Trelawny comes over to their table. "How is it going, boys?" she asks.
"Er, pretty good," Ron fibs.
"Mind if I have a look with my inner eye?" It was more of a statement than of a question. Before any of them could answer, she pulls up a chair and picks up Harry's palm and stares at it for a long while. "Your peace line is of a small/medium length," she begins, "Therefore this means that you will live with some peace, yet never completely peacefully. Your love line is quite long, but I don't think I need to explain that one." A few giggles escape from a few and Harry feels himself going red. She continues, "It is even longer than you life line, which it crosses over, quite unusual." At this, a few, or basically Lavender and Parvati, exchange a questioning glance at each other. "This means that after your death you will continued to be admired and loved. Yet what is this? There is a horrible kink in your lifeline. Oh my! It means that the length of it has no meaning and that death will be around every corner!"
Many gasp in horror and some mutter " Quite true, especially since he who must not be named is back," or something similar, but Harry just sat there indifferent to it. He's gotten pretty used to it by now. It's actually becoming a great nuisance
Finally, classes were over for the day. Suddenly, it occurs to Harry that no one has said anything about the defense against the dark arts teacher. "Ron, who's the new dark arts teacher this year?"
"I dunno, there was no one new at the staff table this year, I guess we'll find out tomorrow when we have it. Oh, which reminds me, Snape and Hagrid weren't there last night, Dumbledore said they were gone on Hogwarts business, but I guess they're back now, I saw Hagrid on the grounds this afternoon, and well, we know that Snape is back after potions."
Harry just remembers all too well everything that happened at the end of last year. "I wonder what Snape had to do," he thinks. "I wonder who could be," he says as they go for supper in the Great Hall.
A/N I'm so very sorry for taking so long to post the next chapter, I've had a busy week, but I still hope my readers haven't left yet! Anyway, I'm not sure if they've done palm reading yet or not, I think they have but lets just pretend they haven't yet! Anyways, thanks for readin' and reviewin'. If ya got any questions, comments, or nasty things to say about my story e- mail me- dianahoule@hotmail.com
Luv y'all!
Later~didihoulio
Arriving at Hogsmeade, Harry leaves his friends to go to a carriage where Dumbledore is waiting for him. He hops in and in a flash is directly in front of Hogwarts. Dumbledore leads Harry in front of the gargoyle and mutters "Sugarquill." "You may as well know the password now, you are welcome whenever this year."
They walk up the spiral staircase and into Dumbledore's office.
"I've heard your trip here wasn't too great this year?"
"Well….yeah."
"I don't know much more than any of the others so why don't you tell me what happened in the barrier first?"
"I ended up in this place, it was dark, my scar was burning and a voice said I'm coming Harry, but not yet, no not yet. Still many things to do yet, but I'll be there, you can keep my word."
"I see, I suppose that voice belonged to Voldemort."
"Most likely, nothing could sound that horrible."
"And that place sounds a lot like the one in your dream."
"Yeah, that's true I ever thought of that, hey but how……………
"Ahh…you forget that Sirius and I are correspondents also."
"So when I finally got out I guess I just fainted."
"From fright of the greatly unexpected."
"Huh?"
"All the other times you met up with Voldemort, you were half expecting something to happen, since you were in an odd situation, after the initial shock you would believe anything possible. But going through the barrier is a common thing. You were expecting to walk through the wall and end up on the other side, or in some case, run into it." A twinkle passed through his eye as he says this, yet he spoke with great wisdom. Harry nods in understandment.
"Now what about on the train?"
Harry tells him about fainting, Voldemort talking to him. He stops short here.
"You get what happened, can I stop here?" Harry asks
"No, it'll help you get over it. Continue, what did he say?"
"He told me……he told me….," Harry stutters on.
"Yes, what did he say? Take your time now."
"He said I can't always depend on you to protect me."
A silence spread between the two, only guessing at what that might mean, yet not exactly wanting to know. After a minute or so, Dumbledore breaks the silence by saying, "Very well, I must be heading down to the Great Hall. Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Harry then remembers the defense against dark arts book. "Yeah how come I need two dark arts books this year?"
Dumbledore pauses to think before answering. "Harry, this could be a tough year for you, and you need to be a little more prepared. I think you know more than anyone why you need it."
"I know," he says glumly, "I was just hoping there was another reason."
"I know, I know, but I'm sure you will enjoy the class anyway. I figured your friend Hermione was the one who made you get the book?"
"Yes."
"I knew she'd figure it out. Smart girl. Well I must be going down to the feast, everyone will be wondering where I am. You can stay here and I'll send up some food from the kitchen, then you can go to Gryffindor common room. The password is "warthog". This way you will not have to worry about all of Gryffindor bombarding you with questions. I'll notify them to take it easy tonight.
"Thank you Professor Dumbledore, I appreciate it."
"Get some sleep now, classes start tomorrow."
With that, Dumbledore leaves and Harry just sits there waiting for a bit. After eating all he could, he goes up to the common room and sits by the fire and waits for the others to come up and join him.
****
The Gryffindors stomp their way up the stairs and burst into the common room. They take no special notice of Harry already being there. Harry and Ron play some exploding snap and wizards chess before calling it a night. As they were crawling into bed for their first night under the four posters Ron says, "You know, Hermione has been made prefect."
"Not surprising," Harry says sleepily, "Goodnight."
The next morning at breakfast, Harry tells Ron and Hermione what really happened the day before. They gasped when they heard the truth. "That's really serious," says Hermione. Harry also explained to them about the defense against dark arts classes and how they're going to teach him a whole bunch of defense/attack spells in case something were to happen.
"So, what classes do we have this morning?" Ron asks.
"We've got transfiguration first and then herbology with the…hufflepuffs again this year," Hermione replies.
Tranfiguration started out right away. In today's class they had to turn a feather into a feather pillow. By the end of class, Hermione was able to produce a large body length pillow and the others…well just weren't as successful. Herbology went by very slowly and finally it was lunchtime. After lunch they headed down to the dungeons to their most dreaded class: potions.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter. You know Harry, if you plan on fainting to get out of class, it won't work because I will not dismiss you," Snape cruelly says, with an evil grin on his face.
The Slytherins all start laughing their heads off. "There'll be no difference this year with Snape," thought Harry. Potions dreaded on for another hour, with about three more insults to Harry, many snarls at Neville's healing potion which just wasn't working, and 10 points lost for Gryffindor.
"Please let us have a better class now," Harry asks Hermione pleadingly as they walk down the corridor out of the dungeons.
"Looks like you guys will have fun, you guys got divination next," Hermione says, with a slight grin on her face.
"Dammit Ron, it looks as though I'll be dying soon," Harry says, slightly amused. Although he could joke about it now, he knew that it was going to be a bore. They all laughed anyway and headed up to their separate classes.
As always, there was a strong smell of perfume emitting from the classroom. Harry began to feel lightheaded as usual when entering.
"Ok class, today we will be working on palm reading. Pair up into groups now," Professor Trelawny tells her class. Harry pairs up with Ron. They were suppose to predict each other's future using the line chart they were given. Ron takes a look at Harry's palm. "Well, umm, your love line is pretty long, well umm I think it's your love line or? Ugh, I don't know, you try."
Harry ponders over something and a wide, malicious grin spreads over his face. " Ok Ron, the first thing you have to do is close your eyes for a better prediction," He says, making his voice sound very far off and distant.
"Er, ok. Harry you sure you're all right? This doesn't see like you. After all this is only div---
"Shh, let me think about this. Oh my, Ron you are going to be very rich when you're older."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I can picture you mansion right here, a beautiful garden and courtyard here.
Ron opens his eyes and asks, "Harry quit talking foolishness."
"Don't worry, I am not lying to you," he says as he crosses his fingers. "Look, I can see your swimming pool right here on your palm, it's huge!"
"Really? Where?" Ron asks dumbly.
"Right there!" Harry says as he spits on Ron's hand.
"It takes a moment for Ron to realize what just happened. When he does he hisses, "Harry!" in a threatingly tone
"Sorry Ron. It's an old, old, old muggle joke."
"Oh, hmmm, maybe I could use it on my brothers one day. I'll have to remember this one!"
Just then, Professor Trelawny comes over to their table. "How is it going, boys?" she asks.
"Er, pretty good," Ron fibs.
"Mind if I have a look with my inner eye?" It was more of a statement than of a question. Before any of them could answer, she pulls up a chair and picks up Harry's palm and stares at it for a long while. "Your peace line is of a small/medium length," she begins, "Therefore this means that you will live with some peace, yet never completely peacefully. Your love line is quite long, but I don't think I need to explain that one." A few giggles escape from a few and Harry feels himself going red. She continues, "It is even longer than you life line, which it crosses over, quite unusual." At this, a few, or basically Lavender and Parvati, exchange a questioning glance at each other. "This means that after your death you will continued to be admired and loved. Yet what is this? There is a horrible kink in your lifeline. Oh my! It means that the length of it has no meaning and that death will be around every corner!"
Many gasp in horror and some mutter " Quite true, especially since he who must not be named is back," or something similar, but Harry just sat there indifferent to it. He's gotten pretty used to it by now. It's actually becoming a great nuisance
Finally, classes were over for the day. Suddenly, it occurs to Harry that no one has said anything about the defense against the dark arts teacher. "Ron, who's the new dark arts teacher this year?"
"I dunno, there was no one new at the staff table this year, I guess we'll find out tomorrow when we have it. Oh, which reminds me, Snape and Hagrid weren't there last night, Dumbledore said they were gone on Hogwarts business, but I guess they're back now, I saw Hagrid on the grounds this afternoon, and well, we know that Snape is back after potions."
Harry just remembers all too well everything that happened at the end of last year. "I wonder what Snape had to do," he thinks. "I wonder who could be," he says as they go for supper in the Great Hall.
A/N I'm so very sorry for taking so long to post the next chapter, I've had a busy week, but I still hope my readers haven't left yet! Anyway, I'm not sure if they've done palm reading yet or not, I think they have but lets just pretend they haven't yet! Anyways, thanks for readin' and reviewin'. If ya got any questions, comments, or nasty things to say about my story e- mail me- dianahoule@hotmail.com
Luv y'all!
Later~didihoulio