A Simple Wish: Chapter 2
The Order of the Phoenix was Dumbledore's group of anti-Voldemort wizards that had pledged to fight until death while the ministry sat back and pretended as if nothing was happening.
The group was large, and its members unknown to the wizarding community. They were deadly shadows; silent soldiers that are hardly commended for their bravery.
The Order sat in a secret room inside Hogwarts. Dumbledore at the head of the table discussing Voldemort's movement while others around him like Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Arabella Figg, Mad Eye Moody, the rest of the Hogwarts staff, and many other followers silent listened.
"Voldemort has been keeping quiet as of recently. Keep on your toes, for I do not believe this peace will last for long. Our spy, Severus, has told me that he is planning something for Harry Potter. Now there is no reason to panic. We will take action quickly and quietly to ensure young Mr. Potter's safety." Dumbledore's eyes glittered madly as he looked pointedly at a fidgeting Sirius.
"What about the bloody ministry Albus?" Growled out Moody. "They refuse to see tha' Voldemort's back. Fools."
"Yes Albus, can't we do anyth -" Minerva began, but she was cut off when a horrific, pain-filled shriek cut through the air.
Everyone was silent with shock as the scream died down. Albus immediately stood up and moved to the cabinet. Carefully he extracted a small crystal ball that had the blackest smoke swirling throughout.
"A-Albus, what is that?" Whispered a still trembling Minerva.
"This, my dear, is an Essence ball. When connected to a person, the color changes according to what the person is feeling in his or her being." Answered Dumbledore as his appearance aged visibly.
"Who is it connected to Albus?" Remus Lupin whispered never taking his eyes off of the ball.
"The ball," Dumbledore said gravely, the twinkle missing from his eye, "is connected to Harry Potter."
There was a moment of dead silence, and then a great bang was heard as Sirius jumped up, toppling his chair in the process.
"Harry! We must get to him! He's hurt! I have to go - " Sirius shouted frantically.
"No Sirius," Albus interrupted, "you can not go. You must stay here so the ministry doesn't trace your magic at Privet Drive. Severus, please, I trust you with my life as well as Harry's. Find Harry and bring him here quickly."
Sirius opened his mouth to object but was immediately silenced as the Headmaster raised his hand and waited for Severus Snape's answer.
"Yes Albus." Snape spoke briefly and in a sharp tone. Quickly he stood up and silently made his way out of the castle. * Stupid boy! Always in trouble, and I am left to deal with the brat! * Thought Severus angrily.
After making his way past Hogwarts defenses, he promptly apparated to the little house on Privet Drive where the child he loathed lived.
Silently, he made his way up to the front door, whispered the unlocking charm, and crept in. As he stood still briefly to try to locate where Harry would be residing, he could hear faint whimpering coming from a small door underneath the stairs. Walking over, he carefully pulled the door open, his wand up in defense, and immediately gasped at the sight.
Harry Potter lay, bruises covering his face and arms while his leg was twisted at an odd angle.
"Potter?" Severus whispered sharply while nudging the boy softly on the shoulder. The boy his in pain and Snape quickly removed his hand.
"I-I'm s-sorry Uncle. P-please st-stop." Harry's raspy voice mumbled with a grimace fixed upon his face.
Severus' eyes widen slightly in shock followed by an unreadable expression. *What have I done? I have ridiculed him from the beginning for the spoiled life I thought he had. I have been so blind *
"P-professor?" A quiet voice cut through the silence like a dull knife.
Whipping his head in the direction of the voice, Snape was startled as two dull eyes, half opened, were fixed upon him.
"Yes boy?"
Harry flinched slightly and then slumped in unconsciousness.
"Potter? POTTER?! HARRY?!?!" Severus whispered frantically. Seeing that he would not receive a response, Severus leaned in, carefully extracted the boy, and dashed out the door and apparated to the edge of Hogwarts.
* He's so light! * Snape mentally exclaimed when he felt no burden hold the boy. Immediately he began sprinting for the old castle pausing momentarily outside of the room that held the Order to catch his breath.
Upon entering, Severus slowly eased the boy onto the large wooden table where every order member seated around it gasped in shock.
A waiting Madam Pomfrey quickly stripped him down to his boxers and took a step back in horror as she analyzed his wounds. Lashes crossed over his chest, oozing blood over his pale skin. Black and blue bruises were scattered across his body.
Collecting herself from shock, she mended his leg, and sealed up the lacerations until they were thin scars.
"Headmaster, some bruises are too old to fix, they will have to heal on their own. I do not know of his mental state though." the nurse grimly replied.
"H-Harry." Sirius stared, pain filling his pale blue eyes.
"Enervate." Whispered Dumbledore.
As Harry Potter's eyes slowly opened, another cry of shock came from the group. The once emerald green eyes were replaced with a dark-dull green color.
"Harry," Dumbledore said gently, "what happened child?"
Harry sat up slowly, wincing as his bruises were bumped, and turned to face the headmaster. The blank eyes rested upon the Headmaster in an eerie, emotionless stare.
Everyone's eyes turned from Harry to the Essence ball that was slowly fading into a red color.
All of a sudden, Harry shut his eyes and his body began to jerk and twitch.
"Harry!" Sirius cried watching the boy desperately try to prevent the reaction of his body. "Harry, what's wrong?" He spoke urgently.
"I-it is m-my p-p-penance," Harry's hoarse voice stuttered as his blank eyes shifted to Sirius. * For living, for causing death, for my guilt. * thought Harry.
"What penance Harry? Harry? Please tell me!" Sirius worriedly replied and he gained a nod of agreement from everybody else.
With a croaky voice void of any emotion, Harry whispered "The Cruciatus Curse."
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I hope you enjoy it; it is a little longer than the last on! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it meant a lot to me! I will try to post another chapter soon, probably today or tomorrow! Thanks again, and keep up the reviews please!
The Order of the Phoenix was Dumbledore's group of anti-Voldemort wizards that had pledged to fight until death while the ministry sat back and pretended as if nothing was happening.
The group was large, and its members unknown to the wizarding community. They were deadly shadows; silent soldiers that are hardly commended for their bravery.
The Order sat in a secret room inside Hogwarts. Dumbledore at the head of the table discussing Voldemort's movement while others around him like Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Arabella Figg, Mad Eye Moody, the rest of the Hogwarts staff, and many other followers silent listened.
"Voldemort has been keeping quiet as of recently. Keep on your toes, for I do not believe this peace will last for long. Our spy, Severus, has told me that he is planning something for Harry Potter. Now there is no reason to panic. We will take action quickly and quietly to ensure young Mr. Potter's safety." Dumbledore's eyes glittered madly as he looked pointedly at a fidgeting Sirius.
"What about the bloody ministry Albus?" Growled out Moody. "They refuse to see tha' Voldemort's back. Fools."
"Yes Albus, can't we do anyth -" Minerva began, but she was cut off when a horrific, pain-filled shriek cut through the air.
Everyone was silent with shock as the scream died down. Albus immediately stood up and moved to the cabinet. Carefully he extracted a small crystal ball that had the blackest smoke swirling throughout.
"A-Albus, what is that?" Whispered a still trembling Minerva.
"This, my dear, is an Essence ball. When connected to a person, the color changes according to what the person is feeling in his or her being." Answered Dumbledore as his appearance aged visibly.
"Who is it connected to Albus?" Remus Lupin whispered never taking his eyes off of the ball.
"The ball," Dumbledore said gravely, the twinkle missing from his eye, "is connected to Harry Potter."
There was a moment of dead silence, and then a great bang was heard as Sirius jumped up, toppling his chair in the process.
"Harry! We must get to him! He's hurt! I have to go - " Sirius shouted frantically.
"No Sirius," Albus interrupted, "you can not go. You must stay here so the ministry doesn't trace your magic at Privet Drive. Severus, please, I trust you with my life as well as Harry's. Find Harry and bring him here quickly."
Sirius opened his mouth to object but was immediately silenced as the Headmaster raised his hand and waited for Severus Snape's answer.
"Yes Albus." Snape spoke briefly and in a sharp tone. Quickly he stood up and silently made his way out of the castle. * Stupid boy! Always in trouble, and I am left to deal with the brat! * Thought Severus angrily.
After making his way past Hogwarts defenses, he promptly apparated to the little house on Privet Drive where the child he loathed lived.
Silently, he made his way up to the front door, whispered the unlocking charm, and crept in. As he stood still briefly to try to locate where Harry would be residing, he could hear faint whimpering coming from a small door underneath the stairs. Walking over, he carefully pulled the door open, his wand up in defense, and immediately gasped at the sight.
Harry Potter lay, bruises covering his face and arms while his leg was twisted at an odd angle.
"Potter?" Severus whispered sharply while nudging the boy softly on the shoulder. The boy his in pain and Snape quickly removed his hand.
"I-I'm s-sorry Uncle. P-please st-stop." Harry's raspy voice mumbled with a grimace fixed upon his face.
Severus' eyes widen slightly in shock followed by an unreadable expression. *What have I done? I have ridiculed him from the beginning for the spoiled life I thought he had. I have been so blind *
"P-professor?" A quiet voice cut through the silence like a dull knife.
Whipping his head in the direction of the voice, Snape was startled as two dull eyes, half opened, were fixed upon him.
"Yes boy?"
Harry flinched slightly and then slumped in unconsciousness.
"Potter? POTTER?! HARRY?!?!" Severus whispered frantically. Seeing that he would not receive a response, Severus leaned in, carefully extracted the boy, and dashed out the door and apparated to the edge of Hogwarts.
* He's so light! * Snape mentally exclaimed when he felt no burden hold the boy. Immediately he began sprinting for the old castle pausing momentarily outside of the room that held the Order to catch his breath.
Upon entering, Severus slowly eased the boy onto the large wooden table where every order member seated around it gasped in shock.
A waiting Madam Pomfrey quickly stripped him down to his boxers and took a step back in horror as she analyzed his wounds. Lashes crossed over his chest, oozing blood over his pale skin. Black and blue bruises were scattered across his body.
Collecting herself from shock, she mended his leg, and sealed up the lacerations until they were thin scars.
"Headmaster, some bruises are too old to fix, they will have to heal on their own. I do not know of his mental state though." the nurse grimly replied.
"H-Harry." Sirius stared, pain filling his pale blue eyes.
"Enervate." Whispered Dumbledore.
As Harry Potter's eyes slowly opened, another cry of shock came from the group. The once emerald green eyes were replaced with a dark-dull green color.
"Harry," Dumbledore said gently, "what happened child?"
Harry sat up slowly, wincing as his bruises were bumped, and turned to face the headmaster. The blank eyes rested upon the Headmaster in an eerie, emotionless stare.
Everyone's eyes turned from Harry to the Essence ball that was slowly fading into a red color.
All of a sudden, Harry shut his eyes and his body began to jerk and twitch.
"Harry!" Sirius cried watching the boy desperately try to prevent the reaction of his body. "Harry, what's wrong?" He spoke urgently.
"I-it is m-my p-p-penance," Harry's hoarse voice stuttered as his blank eyes shifted to Sirius. * For living, for causing death, for my guilt. * thought Harry.
"What penance Harry? Harry? Please tell me!" Sirius worriedly replied and he gained a nod of agreement from everybody else.
With a croaky voice void of any emotion, Harry whispered "The Cruciatus Curse."
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I hope you enjoy it; it is a little longer than the last on! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it meant a lot to me! I will try to post another chapter soon, probably today or tomorrow! Thanks again, and keep up the reviews please!