Harry the Mage - Chapter 2
As always, dinner was excellent, but Harry was mostly lost in thought .
"But, Professor, I should stay here with you," a young Harry pleaded to the stern-faced Dumbledore. "No, Harry, you must explore your past and your future. One day you will return to Hogwarts again, but when that time comes you will be ready and I will summon you, but for now, you must seek the answers. I have only given you a small glimpse into your powers, you must seek your destiny." "I know what I must do, Professor, but it doesn't make it any easier. I still feel like if I stayed here I could help you protect Hogwarts." Harry expressed with sadness. "Hogwarts has been here for many years," Dumbledore started. "And, it will outlive me for sure. But, the dark world needs wizards like you to fight for good right now. There will come a time when you will meet another wizard that will help you realize who you really are, but for now, you must fight Voldemort with your friends. Go now, Harry, we will speak again soon."
Harry had always remembered what the Professor said, but it didn't hurt any less leaving Hogwarts. And, even though Dumbledore said they would see each other soon, Harry was quite different when that time came.
But, now, Hogwarts would be the next fighting ground and Harry had to be ready for the fight that was coming. Returning to the present, he noticed that he and Ron were the only ones left at dinner. "Well, Harry, you ready to go?" "Where is Hermione?" Harry asked. Ron seemed surprised by the question, "Weren't you paying attention? After what Ciscerro said, she ate quickly and rushed off to begin preparations for the next battle." "Well," Harry hesitated, "we better get going, too." And with a wave of his hand the dishes disappeared and he was up walking away towards their cabin.
Beneath the palm trees away from all the activity two people sat whispering. "But, why Hogwarts and why now?" Hermione questioned Draco. "Why do you think, I would know? Just because my father is Voldemort's second-in-charge, doesn't mean I can begin to know what they are thinking." "Of course that will mean that Harry will want to be on the lead group, and this is probably a trap to get him." Hermione thought aloud. "Is that all you can ever think about it?" Draco flashed. "Draco, you know that I am only thinking about the 'cause'." "Sometimes, I think you still have feelings for him." "Oh, please, Draco, sometimes you act like such a juvenile", she said as she flashed that lovely smile. "I just don't like being second choice to HIM." Draco flashed back, turning away. "Draco, you know that I never really had feelings for Harry, we are just good friends," she said as she placed her hand on his. "You are right, I know," Draco softened, "I guess I just feel like people are always wondering if I will turn back to the dark side, because of my father, you especially." "Draco, I know how you feel, but I know your true feelings and that is all that matters," Hermione said as she put her arms around Draco. Draco finally turned and they kissed. Hermione still found it hard to believe that they were together. At one time, Harry and Draco were mortal enemies, but then when Draco finally turned away from the dark side, he became different. He fought so hard and he had learned so much since joining the Mage group.
The breezes were cool that night and while it seemed like a perfect night, Harry remained restless. Hogwarts seemed a long time ago even thought it was only a few years since he graduated. What would it be like going back there? Was Voldemort really going after Dumbledore? And, why now? Was it really a trap for Harry?
When the sun rose over the ocean, Harry was already up and sitting in the windowsill. "What is it, Harry?" Ron yawned awake from his hammock. "I don't know . I just feel something is not right. Would Voldemort really go after Dumbledore?" Harry thought aloud. "And, why now?"
"You know that He doesn't always think the same as us. The way he . killed, my brothers, he just isn't logical, He is evil." Ron responded with tears welling in his eyes.
With that, Harry turned, "How about a quick game of chess to get our minds off these bad thoughts." Ron perked up quickly, "That sounds great! How about I give you my queen to start?" Harry always had a way of getting Ron away from the thoughts of his brother's deaths. It is hard to be present at the death of someone you love and have no way to stop it from happening, Harry knew this ALL too well.
As always, dinner was excellent, but Harry was mostly lost in thought .
"But, Professor, I should stay here with you," a young Harry pleaded to the stern-faced Dumbledore. "No, Harry, you must explore your past and your future. One day you will return to Hogwarts again, but when that time comes you will be ready and I will summon you, but for now, you must seek the answers. I have only given you a small glimpse into your powers, you must seek your destiny." "I know what I must do, Professor, but it doesn't make it any easier. I still feel like if I stayed here I could help you protect Hogwarts." Harry expressed with sadness. "Hogwarts has been here for many years," Dumbledore started. "And, it will outlive me for sure. But, the dark world needs wizards like you to fight for good right now. There will come a time when you will meet another wizard that will help you realize who you really are, but for now, you must fight Voldemort with your friends. Go now, Harry, we will speak again soon."
Harry had always remembered what the Professor said, but it didn't hurt any less leaving Hogwarts. And, even though Dumbledore said they would see each other soon, Harry was quite different when that time came.
But, now, Hogwarts would be the next fighting ground and Harry had to be ready for the fight that was coming. Returning to the present, he noticed that he and Ron were the only ones left at dinner. "Well, Harry, you ready to go?" "Where is Hermione?" Harry asked. Ron seemed surprised by the question, "Weren't you paying attention? After what Ciscerro said, she ate quickly and rushed off to begin preparations for the next battle." "Well," Harry hesitated, "we better get going, too." And with a wave of his hand the dishes disappeared and he was up walking away towards their cabin.
Beneath the palm trees away from all the activity two people sat whispering. "But, why Hogwarts and why now?" Hermione questioned Draco. "Why do you think, I would know? Just because my father is Voldemort's second-in-charge, doesn't mean I can begin to know what they are thinking." "Of course that will mean that Harry will want to be on the lead group, and this is probably a trap to get him." Hermione thought aloud. "Is that all you can ever think about it?" Draco flashed. "Draco, you know that I am only thinking about the 'cause'." "Sometimes, I think you still have feelings for him." "Oh, please, Draco, sometimes you act like such a juvenile", she said as she flashed that lovely smile. "I just don't like being second choice to HIM." Draco flashed back, turning away. "Draco, you know that I never really had feelings for Harry, we are just good friends," she said as she placed her hand on his. "You are right, I know," Draco softened, "I guess I just feel like people are always wondering if I will turn back to the dark side, because of my father, you especially." "Draco, I know how you feel, but I know your true feelings and that is all that matters," Hermione said as she put her arms around Draco. Draco finally turned and they kissed. Hermione still found it hard to believe that they were together. At one time, Harry and Draco were mortal enemies, but then when Draco finally turned away from the dark side, he became different. He fought so hard and he had learned so much since joining the Mage group.
The breezes were cool that night and while it seemed like a perfect night, Harry remained restless. Hogwarts seemed a long time ago even thought it was only a few years since he graduated. What would it be like going back there? Was Voldemort really going after Dumbledore? And, why now? Was it really a trap for Harry?
When the sun rose over the ocean, Harry was already up and sitting in the windowsill. "What is it, Harry?" Ron yawned awake from his hammock. "I don't know . I just feel something is not right. Would Voldemort really go after Dumbledore?" Harry thought aloud. "And, why now?"
"You know that He doesn't always think the same as us. The way he . killed, my brothers, he just isn't logical, He is evil." Ron responded with tears welling in his eyes.
With that, Harry turned, "How about a quick game of chess to get our minds off these bad thoughts." Ron perked up quickly, "That sounds great! How about I give you my queen to start?" Harry always had a way of getting Ron away from the thoughts of his brother's deaths. It is hard to be present at the death of someone you love and have no way to stop it from happening, Harry knew this ALL too well.