I DO NOT own Harry Potter. (Duh) I only own Raven and the other characters
that I made up.
Harry Potter and the Riddle of the Sphinx
CHAPTER 7- Secrets Reviled
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"So Harry, what do you want to ask me?" Raven whispered near the boys stairs. "Well.err.." Harry stuttered, staring into Raven's deep emerald eyes. "It's hard to say this, and I never thought I'd do this, but, well, Ron likes you." Harry said. Raven's eyes grew big. "HA! It's the middle of December!" Raven laughed harshly. "Not April fools day!" she said. "Shh! You'll wake them up!" Harry said. "Well, tell him I already have a date." "For the dance." Raven said. "Who?" Harry asked. "His name is Cedric Diggory." "You might not know him though." Raven scoffed. "He's in Hufflepuff." Raven turned on her heel and waltzed up the girl's dormitory stairs. Harry stood in the stairwell in awe. Because Cedric Diggory was dead.
Ha! That Weasel guy? Me? Him? That's about as likely as Hogwart's blowing up! Raven pulled out a sheaf of paper and looked it over. "To Raven, we all love you so much! We will miss you while you're at that boarding school!" Her friends had made it before she left. She thought to herself though, why had she left that place behind? That life she loved so much? After all, she didn't have to come here. Her mom, well her 'Pretend' mom, advised her to go. "It's what Lily would have wanted." She slammed herself on the bed and recalled the day she had gotten her letter. She thought she would have fun there. The scar appearing was another thing. She had never had the scar before. So why was it there now?
Meanwhile, Harry lay in his bed too, wondering at the same question, with a different concept. Harry wondered why Raven's scar hadn't been there before she came to Hogwarts. Did it have something to do with magic? Harry got up, he had to find out. He was going on a second expedition for the night. Alone.
Raven slept soundly the rest of the night, not noticing the pitch-black snake, with eyes glowing the exact same red as Hermione's had when they came in the portrait hole just a few hours ago. Little did she know, when she awoke the next morning, most of Hogwart's would be under the same spell that Hermione was under.
Harry slipped out of the Gryffindor tower under the invisibility cloak just as the clock struck twelve times. Midnight. The corridors seemed as though every inch was crawling with dangers. Even Harry, who had defeated the Dark Lord, or as Harry called him, Voldermort, several times, shuttered and stopped at every sound that the ancient castle made. Remembering something, he pulled out what appeared to be a blank piece of parchment paper. " I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said, touching the map with his trusty wand. Suddenly, corridors where mapped out, and people's locations pinpointed. Snape was snoring in his office. McGonagall was also sleeping. The school was silent. Except for Peeves bouncing around in the Chamber of Secrets. What was that? Something, unmarked, was crawling around the school, and it was heading to the Gryffindor tower. Now to the left. Now it was headed towards the great hall. Then suddenly, it disappeared. Harry didn't know where it had gone. But he was going to find out.
The snake slithered into the great hall. Dumbledore, and all the teachers were tied to their chairs, held against their will. The snake grinned evilly. "You can't do this!" Dumbledore yelled furiously, squirming in his seat. Professor McGonagall looked worried. "Albus, who- or what is that.thing?" "You don't know me?" the snake hissed. But none of the teachers understood. They didn't speak parselmouth. "You pathetic creature!" Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "You don't recognize me?" But still none of the teachers understood. "Well, I'll show you then." The snake hissed, to no one. Suddenly, the snake withered, and he started to shed his skin. Then all the teachers stared at the person that had now taken form. "Now do you see who I am?" the person asked. The teachers just stared at the person. "I saw this coming." Professor Trawalney whimpered in her seat.
Raven hopped out of bed. It was Monday, why was everyone asleep still? Hermione was awake still; her eyes were still red. She was staring off into space. Her lips were moving rapidly, she could read lips. "Must die...Must die...They must die..." "Need to kill...them..." Raven gasped, how could Hermione, star-student, teacher's pet, student of the month almost every month, and one of the nicest, most understanding people ever, mouth the word, 'Must kill'? Raven looked around and glanced at the clock on the wall: it was currently six o'clock. Everyone was supposed to be up. So why weren't they? Raven wandered out in the corridor outside the portrait hole. The hall was eerily empty. It was also dead silent. That was something Raven hated. Dead silence. Turning she turned and walked down the stairs. She looked around, to see Harry Potter, her brave, daring, courageous brother, friend and twin strapped to the wall. "Help." He pleaded. Only, he hadn't said that aloud. Or had he? Suddenly, Raven realized that since they were twins, they might have some kind of telepathic connection. Raven looked wearily at him. She undid the spell binding him and the wall together. "Explain." She demanded. "I saw...snake...marauder's map...great hall...teachers...need help." "Wait, stop and explain." "Slowly." Raven said.
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~Gryffindor Witch ~Ravenclaw Witch
CHAPTER 7- Secrets Reviled
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"So Harry, what do you want to ask me?" Raven whispered near the boys stairs. "Well.err.." Harry stuttered, staring into Raven's deep emerald eyes. "It's hard to say this, and I never thought I'd do this, but, well, Ron likes you." Harry said. Raven's eyes grew big. "HA! It's the middle of December!" Raven laughed harshly. "Not April fools day!" she said. "Shh! You'll wake them up!" Harry said. "Well, tell him I already have a date." "For the dance." Raven said. "Who?" Harry asked. "His name is Cedric Diggory." "You might not know him though." Raven scoffed. "He's in Hufflepuff." Raven turned on her heel and waltzed up the girl's dormitory stairs. Harry stood in the stairwell in awe. Because Cedric Diggory was dead.
Ha! That Weasel guy? Me? Him? That's about as likely as Hogwart's blowing up! Raven pulled out a sheaf of paper and looked it over. "To Raven, we all love you so much! We will miss you while you're at that boarding school!" Her friends had made it before she left. She thought to herself though, why had she left that place behind? That life she loved so much? After all, she didn't have to come here. Her mom, well her 'Pretend' mom, advised her to go. "It's what Lily would have wanted." She slammed herself on the bed and recalled the day she had gotten her letter. She thought she would have fun there. The scar appearing was another thing. She had never had the scar before. So why was it there now?
Meanwhile, Harry lay in his bed too, wondering at the same question, with a different concept. Harry wondered why Raven's scar hadn't been there before she came to Hogwarts. Did it have something to do with magic? Harry got up, he had to find out. He was going on a second expedition for the night. Alone.
Raven slept soundly the rest of the night, not noticing the pitch-black snake, with eyes glowing the exact same red as Hermione's had when they came in the portrait hole just a few hours ago. Little did she know, when she awoke the next morning, most of Hogwart's would be under the same spell that Hermione was under.
Harry slipped out of the Gryffindor tower under the invisibility cloak just as the clock struck twelve times. Midnight. The corridors seemed as though every inch was crawling with dangers. Even Harry, who had defeated the Dark Lord, or as Harry called him, Voldermort, several times, shuttered and stopped at every sound that the ancient castle made. Remembering something, he pulled out what appeared to be a blank piece of parchment paper. " I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said, touching the map with his trusty wand. Suddenly, corridors where mapped out, and people's locations pinpointed. Snape was snoring in his office. McGonagall was also sleeping. The school was silent. Except for Peeves bouncing around in the Chamber of Secrets. What was that? Something, unmarked, was crawling around the school, and it was heading to the Gryffindor tower. Now to the left. Now it was headed towards the great hall. Then suddenly, it disappeared. Harry didn't know where it had gone. But he was going to find out.
The snake slithered into the great hall. Dumbledore, and all the teachers were tied to their chairs, held against their will. The snake grinned evilly. "You can't do this!" Dumbledore yelled furiously, squirming in his seat. Professor McGonagall looked worried. "Albus, who- or what is that.thing?" "You don't know me?" the snake hissed. But none of the teachers understood. They didn't speak parselmouth. "You pathetic creature!" Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "You don't recognize me?" But still none of the teachers understood. "Well, I'll show you then." The snake hissed, to no one. Suddenly, the snake withered, and he started to shed his skin. Then all the teachers stared at the person that had now taken form. "Now do you see who I am?" the person asked. The teachers just stared at the person. "I saw this coming." Professor Trawalney whimpered in her seat.
Raven hopped out of bed. It was Monday, why was everyone asleep still? Hermione was awake still; her eyes were still red. She was staring off into space. Her lips were moving rapidly, she could read lips. "Must die...Must die...They must die..." "Need to kill...them..." Raven gasped, how could Hermione, star-student, teacher's pet, student of the month almost every month, and one of the nicest, most understanding people ever, mouth the word, 'Must kill'? Raven looked around and glanced at the clock on the wall: it was currently six o'clock. Everyone was supposed to be up. So why weren't they? Raven wandered out in the corridor outside the portrait hole. The hall was eerily empty. It was also dead silent. That was something Raven hated. Dead silence. Turning she turned and walked down the stairs. She looked around, to see Harry Potter, her brave, daring, courageous brother, friend and twin strapped to the wall. "Help." He pleaded. Only, he hadn't said that aloud. Or had he? Suddenly, Raven realized that since they were twins, they might have some kind of telepathic connection. Raven looked wearily at him. She undid the spell binding him and the wall together. "Explain." She demanded. "I saw...snake...marauder's map...great hall...teachers...need help." "Wait, stop and explain." "Slowly." Raven said.
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~Gryffindor Witch ~Ravenclaw Witch