Chapter 9
"Now listen here," the raspy voice of Voldemort drawls, "You better learn to take care of yourself, boy, because soon you'll be alone with no one to save your little hide, and their precious Harry Potter. Better learn quick, because your time is almost up." With a "swoosh" from his cloak, he disappears from sight and a "clank" is heard as the windowpane slams shut. Harry immediately regains his voice and lets out a blood-curdling scream.
It seems as though the whole castle was woken up by it because instantly Ron was by his side and Hermione, as Prefect, was there to see what all the commotion was about and who screamed. When they saw Harry sitting up, his fists clenched, drenched in a sweat with eyes almost bulging out of his head, they instantly know that something horrible must've happened and that it wasn't just a nightmare, as many thought.
They both run to go find someone. As they reached the portrait hole, it bursts open to reveal Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape enter, all looking panic-stricken. Dumbledore asks in a booming tone where Harry is. "In, in h his d dorm," Hermione stumbles. They run over there in a hurried manor.
Right away, Ron and Hermione knew for sure that it was something extremely serious was going on, for no teacher, other than Dumbledore and the Head of Houses are allowed in their respectful Common Rooms, yet Snape was in there. They look at each other and quickly understand and run up behind the professors.
Dumbledore sees Harry sitting there shaking uncontrollably. He takes immediate action. Sensing that he won't be able to walk, he mutters a few words and Harry is lifted out of bed and floats in mid air by invisible ropes coming from the headmaster's wand. He orders McGonagall to fix matters here and Snape to get Madame Pomfrey to fix a sleeping potion at once. They are all to meet him in his office in a half-hour.
He leaves with Harry floating closely behind him.
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They reach Dumbledore's office and he gently puts Harry in a chair across from him. He lights a fire and waits silently for Harry to calm down. "It's alright Harry, you can calm down now, everything is alright, you're safe now," Dumbledore says in a soothing voice. "Now why don't you tell me what happened?"
Harry takes a deep breath, knowing that there was no way to get out of reliving it. He starts and explains everything, about the weird dreams, about how he dreamt Voldemort was there. "Th-then wh-when I-I woke up," Harry stutters. "Yes? What happened?" Dumbledore inquired? "H-h-he w-was th-there l-like in my dream."
Anger flashes through Dumbledore's eyes, no longer blue and twinkling. "How dare he!" he yells. Harry has never seen Dumbledore act this way before. When Harry then tells him what he said, Dumbledore is silenced. He simply walks over to the fire, throws some stuff into it and says, "Snape, get Minerva and come up with the sleeping potion, now."
Despite the headmaster's calmness, the tone in the voice seemed urgent. A few minutes later, a thumping sound is heard as the two run into Dumbledore's office. With a wave of his wand, a cot appears in the circular room outside his office. He snatches the potion from Snape and gives it to Harry. "Harry, this potion will allow you to have a dreamless sleep. You've been through a shocking ordeal tonight. Why don't you take it and go sleep there for the rest of the night? I have some things to arrange now, and you're not needed at the moment."
It was more of a command than a question. Harry takes the potion and is suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness. He looks at the clock on the wall and realizes it's 4:53 am as he falls soundly asleep on his cot.
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Harry wakes up to the sound of talking voices, the clock on the wall now reading 10 o'clock. He listens but cannot hear everything that they are saying. "Did you...?" "Yes they'll.." "I think we'll need them ".time has come" "Definitely not that."
Harry recognizes the voice as. "Sirius!" "Harry, is that you? Are you awake?" "You're welcome to join us," the third voice says, which Harry now realizes is Dumbledore's.
Harry walks over to Dumbledore's desk and takes a seat in the same chair as last night. Sirius and Dumbledore both looked pretty awful. They both looked pale with dark circles around their eyes. "I've heard things didn't go so well last night," Sirius stated with concern. "How are you feeling now?" "I'm doing alright, I guess." "That was quite an eye-opener last night, or umm early this morning," Dumbledore says, with a slight twinkle in his eye as he says that. Then more seriously, "Do you have any questions?"
Right then, about a million questions come into Harry's head, but he asked the one that he wanted to know the most. "How did he get in?"
"Good question, however we don't have an answer, yet. We have a few possibilities on how he left, but how he entered, we don't know, but it is being thoroughly researched. Since he left by the window, he could of had a broom or one of his supporters there, waiting for him. But for him to enter unaided is impossible, even if he is powerful, all the protective curses and spells wouldn't let him in, not alone."
"Are you inquiring that he had inside help?" Sirius asks, somewhat in disbelief. "I don't know Sirius, I don't know, I have no idea anymore, but time will tell us the answer, that is the only thing I am certain of. Any other things itching in your mind, Harry?"
Another question flashes across his mind, "May I ask what you were discussing before I came?" Sirius bites his lip and looks over at Dumbledore. It seems as if they were sharing a thought. Slowly, they nod in agreement.
"Well Harry, I suppose there is no point of keeping it from you, but I. Or um we, have been forming, or um reforming a group of highly trained witches and wizards. The point of the Order is to help ensure the safety of everyone present in the school, so that we can continue a normal life, despite the, unfortunate events which are occurring outside the castle, and to be reared for the worst.
"A normal life?" Harry wonders to himself, "I've never had one, and I doubt I ever will, at least not now, of all times. Another thought crosses his mind, however, not of any great importance. "Er- Professor?" "Yes, Harry?" "I know this isn't that important, but what about the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow?" "Well, member of the Order, along with myself, will be accompanying all those with written permission, while a few will stay behind with the others who don't go." With a twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore slides a quill and a piece of parchment over to Harry. He notices that its' a Hogsmeade permission form and Harry looks pleadingly over at Sirius, who in turn, glances at Dumbledore who returns the glance in a nod of approval.
"There," says Dumbledore, taking the form back from Sirius, "You are now legally allowed to visit Hogsmeade. I'll add you to the list. Is there anything else you'd like to know?" There was a question that had been itching in Harry's mind for an eternity. Before he could stop himself, he blurts out, "Why did Voldemort want to kill my parents so bad to even make them go into hiding?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted ever saying it. Sirius turns away from Harry, and Dumbledore casts his eyes downward, the twinkling blue of it now distinguished. There was a long stretch of silence that seemed to last an eternity, before anyone spoke. "Harry, your parents were great wizards, and their souls knew what was right. Don't ever let anyone make you think any less of them. Yet I don't think I am the one to tell you the answer, right now anyway. I'm afraid the answer to your question might make you do something you'll regret."
Harry nods in silence, tears welling up in his eyes. Sirius puts an arm around Harry, who leans onto his godfather'' shoulder, and cries for the first real time for his parents. Yet this time he doesn't feel alone, for this time he has a shoulder to lean on for comfort.
A/N- Sniffle, sniffle.isn't it soo sad? Anyways, hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Again, I like to thank ALL my readers and reviewers for their comments, it is sooo greatly appreciated! I'd do anything for one of them if they ask! If you have any questions or comments you can e-mail me @ dianahoule@hotmail.com
Later~didihoulio
"Now listen here," the raspy voice of Voldemort drawls, "You better learn to take care of yourself, boy, because soon you'll be alone with no one to save your little hide, and their precious Harry Potter. Better learn quick, because your time is almost up." With a "swoosh" from his cloak, he disappears from sight and a "clank" is heard as the windowpane slams shut. Harry immediately regains his voice and lets out a blood-curdling scream.
It seems as though the whole castle was woken up by it because instantly Ron was by his side and Hermione, as Prefect, was there to see what all the commotion was about and who screamed. When they saw Harry sitting up, his fists clenched, drenched in a sweat with eyes almost bulging out of his head, they instantly know that something horrible must've happened and that it wasn't just a nightmare, as many thought.
They both run to go find someone. As they reached the portrait hole, it bursts open to reveal Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape enter, all looking panic-stricken. Dumbledore asks in a booming tone where Harry is. "In, in h his d dorm," Hermione stumbles. They run over there in a hurried manor.
Right away, Ron and Hermione knew for sure that it was something extremely serious was going on, for no teacher, other than Dumbledore and the Head of Houses are allowed in their respectful Common Rooms, yet Snape was in there. They look at each other and quickly understand and run up behind the professors.
Dumbledore sees Harry sitting there shaking uncontrollably. He takes immediate action. Sensing that he won't be able to walk, he mutters a few words and Harry is lifted out of bed and floats in mid air by invisible ropes coming from the headmaster's wand. He orders McGonagall to fix matters here and Snape to get Madame Pomfrey to fix a sleeping potion at once. They are all to meet him in his office in a half-hour.
He leaves with Harry floating closely behind him.
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They reach Dumbledore's office and he gently puts Harry in a chair across from him. He lights a fire and waits silently for Harry to calm down. "It's alright Harry, you can calm down now, everything is alright, you're safe now," Dumbledore says in a soothing voice. "Now why don't you tell me what happened?"
Harry takes a deep breath, knowing that there was no way to get out of reliving it. He starts and explains everything, about the weird dreams, about how he dreamt Voldemort was there. "Th-then wh-when I-I woke up," Harry stutters. "Yes? What happened?" Dumbledore inquired? "H-h-he w-was th-there l-like in my dream."
Anger flashes through Dumbledore's eyes, no longer blue and twinkling. "How dare he!" he yells. Harry has never seen Dumbledore act this way before. When Harry then tells him what he said, Dumbledore is silenced. He simply walks over to the fire, throws some stuff into it and says, "Snape, get Minerva and come up with the sleeping potion, now."
Despite the headmaster's calmness, the tone in the voice seemed urgent. A few minutes later, a thumping sound is heard as the two run into Dumbledore's office. With a wave of his wand, a cot appears in the circular room outside his office. He snatches the potion from Snape and gives it to Harry. "Harry, this potion will allow you to have a dreamless sleep. You've been through a shocking ordeal tonight. Why don't you take it and go sleep there for the rest of the night? I have some things to arrange now, and you're not needed at the moment."
It was more of a command than a question. Harry takes the potion and is suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness. He looks at the clock on the wall and realizes it's 4:53 am as he falls soundly asleep on his cot.
****
Harry wakes up to the sound of talking voices, the clock on the wall now reading 10 o'clock. He listens but cannot hear everything that they are saying. "Did you...?" "Yes they'll.." "I think we'll need them ".time has come" "Definitely not that."
Harry recognizes the voice as. "Sirius!" "Harry, is that you? Are you awake?" "You're welcome to join us," the third voice says, which Harry now realizes is Dumbledore's.
Harry walks over to Dumbledore's desk and takes a seat in the same chair as last night. Sirius and Dumbledore both looked pretty awful. They both looked pale with dark circles around their eyes. "I've heard things didn't go so well last night," Sirius stated with concern. "How are you feeling now?" "I'm doing alright, I guess." "That was quite an eye-opener last night, or umm early this morning," Dumbledore says, with a slight twinkle in his eye as he says that. Then more seriously, "Do you have any questions?"
Right then, about a million questions come into Harry's head, but he asked the one that he wanted to know the most. "How did he get in?"
"Good question, however we don't have an answer, yet. We have a few possibilities on how he left, but how he entered, we don't know, but it is being thoroughly researched. Since he left by the window, he could of had a broom or one of his supporters there, waiting for him. But for him to enter unaided is impossible, even if he is powerful, all the protective curses and spells wouldn't let him in, not alone."
"Are you inquiring that he had inside help?" Sirius asks, somewhat in disbelief. "I don't know Sirius, I don't know, I have no idea anymore, but time will tell us the answer, that is the only thing I am certain of. Any other things itching in your mind, Harry?"
Another question flashes across his mind, "May I ask what you were discussing before I came?" Sirius bites his lip and looks over at Dumbledore. It seems as if they were sharing a thought. Slowly, they nod in agreement.
"Well Harry, I suppose there is no point of keeping it from you, but I. Or um we, have been forming, or um reforming a group of highly trained witches and wizards. The point of the Order is to help ensure the safety of everyone present in the school, so that we can continue a normal life, despite the, unfortunate events which are occurring outside the castle, and to be reared for the worst.
"A normal life?" Harry wonders to himself, "I've never had one, and I doubt I ever will, at least not now, of all times. Another thought crosses his mind, however, not of any great importance. "Er- Professor?" "Yes, Harry?" "I know this isn't that important, but what about the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow?" "Well, member of the Order, along with myself, will be accompanying all those with written permission, while a few will stay behind with the others who don't go." With a twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore slides a quill and a piece of parchment over to Harry. He notices that its' a Hogsmeade permission form and Harry looks pleadingly over at Sirius, who in turn, glances at Dumbledore who returns the glance in a nod of approval.
"There," says Dumbledore, taking the form back from Sirius, "You are now legally allowed to visit Hogsmeade. I'll add you to the list. Is there anything else you'd like to know?" There was a question that had been itching in Harry's mind for an eternity. Before he could stop himself, he blurts out, "Why did Voldemort want to kill my parents so bad to even make them go into hiding?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted ever saying it. Sirius turns away from Harry, and Dumbledore casts his eyes downward, the twinkling blue of it now distinguished. There was a long stretch of silence that seemed to last an eternity, before anyone spoke. "Harry, your parents were great wizards, and their souls knew what was right. Don't ever let anyone make you think any less of them. Yet I don't think I am the one to tell you the answer, right now anyway. I'm afraid the answer to your question might make you do something you'll regret."
Harry nods in silence, tears welling up in his eyes. Sirius puts an arm around Harry, who leans onto his godfather'' shoulder, and cries for the first real time for his parents. Yet this time he doesn't feel alone, for this time he has a shoulder to lean on for comfort.
A/N- Sniffle, sniffle.isn't it soo sad? Anyways, hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Again, I like to thank ALL my readers and reviewers for their comments, it is sooo greatly appreciated! I'd do anything for one of them if they ask! If you have any questions or comments you can e-mail me @ dianahoule@hotmail.com
Later~didihoulio