The End of Carpe Diem (almost!)
Chapter 3
A/N: Got too much to do.sorry for taking so long. If you know someone who likes to read fan fiction please tell them about me okay? I LOVE REVIEWS! So keep writing them! Special thanks to Zubie, Razzberry, Arerediel, OtterMoon, and shibee88 (c u and Zubie tomorrow!).
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my plot.
Jamming his glasses on as quickly as possible, Harry ran to the window. Training his eyes to search for the victim, he knew that it was hopeless. The real shock was Hogsmeade itself. Everywhere he looked was a sea of chaos. Houses burned, stores in ashes; even the Shrieking Shack was gone. Tearing his eyes from the scene, he fished out his robes and threw it on quickly. According to the magic clock on Harry's table, it was around 3 in the morning. Dressing as quickly as possible, he grabbed his wand and ran out of the Gryffindor common room. At the gargoyle entrance of Dumbledore's office, he paused a moment to catch his breath. "Lemon drop?", he tried to no avail. "Ummm.Filbuster's Fireworks? Zonko's Joke Shop? Cockroach Clusters?" Standing there and panicking, a voice whispered, "Canary Cream." The gargoyle sprang to life allowing Harry to pass. Whirling around in a dueling stance he came face to face with Dumbledore. "P-p-professor! I didn't see you coming!" "And with all this racket I should think not." Dumbledore replied calmly in a strained voice. For the first time that night, Harry listened to his surroundings. All around Hogwarts people were screaming and crying. The crackling of blistering heat was all too evident. Panicking, he nearly shouted, "Who's helping all those people?" "The professors are taking good care of them and if need be we will shelter them here at Hogwarts. You won't have to worry about that right now Harry. I think we need to talk." Walking up the spiral staircase he dumbly followed Dumbledore. Thousands of questions racing through his head, he patted Fawkes affectionately. What could be wrong now? Sitting in a cushiony chair across from Dumbledore's desk, he nearly burst with things to say. At times like this it was best to have a Pensieve, Harry thought to himself silently. "Harry, you must have had a dream tonight. I want to know everything." Evidently relieved, Harry poured out his thoughts and his nightmare. When he was finished, Dumbledore nodded. "That seems to be the case. Voldemort is feeding of the powers of others to strengthen himself. Hogsmeade never prepared for such an attack. They always thought they were safe. This attack left them weak and in shock. I don't know if many will overcome the trauma." Harry nodded, letting Dumbledore know that he understood. "Tonight we will have many stragglers here. Tomorrow morning we will have students coming in too. Many of their parents are going to help with the war now that they will be convinced. I think even Muggle parents want to help in fear of their child getting hurt. Of course, many will pull their students out of school. Hogwarts is the ideal haven in many minds. Unfortunately, if Voldemort continues attacks like this, our castle may not hold. Remember, it does not pay to be safe, but it does to be careless." Seeing that their talk was over, Harry called out a good night and left for his dormitory.
At the portrait of Fat Lady, he was admitted without a password. Grabbing his broom from his trunk, he headed out again. ("Humph! Youngsters these days have no respect for their elder's health!") Planning on talking a walk around the lake before heading to the quidditch field, he quietly opened the large set of doors and slipped outside. It had been only two days since school had ended! Here, it was quiet and peaceful although a few stragglers from Hogsmeade were still coming in. The mess of Hogsmeade was around the other side of the building and the protection spells here blocked out the noise. Sitting on the front steps he breathed deeply. Clearing his head of all his troubles, he walked towards the lake and froze. Sitting beside the lake was a dazzling young girl who seemed about Harry's age. She had flowing long, black hair that curled naturally at the bottom. Her head was facing the opposite of Harry so he could tell that he hadn't been discovered yet. In the moonlight her long, slender arm glowed a pale light. Suddenly she turned around and looked straight into Harry's eyes. They were a turquoise blue and were like pools of liquid. After what seemed like two seconds she questioned, "Harry Potter?" He nodded and wasn't the least bit annoyed that she was asking the question he hated. Without another word she fled towards Hagrid's cabin. Harry snapped out of his daze and pounded after her. As strong as quidditch had made him he still couldn't catch her. At Hagrid's door he found it locked. Strangely, Fang wasn't barking his head off. Probably with Hagrid in Hogsmeade, Harry thought. Banging on the door he yelled, "Let me in! What's wrong? I won't hurt you." Timidly, she unbolted the door smoothly and opened it. Peeking around, she stated, "You won't want to see me." With that the door swung wide open and Harry was admitted. His conjecture was right. Neither Fang nor Hagrid were here although they had left the fire going. Stepping inside and shutting the door, he shakily asked, "What's your name?" "Blaise Zabini." Harry just stared. This was the girl that was usually Hermione's potion partner! Moreover, she was a Slytherin! How could he have been so stupid! Chasing a Slytherin girl into Hagrid's cabin was the stupidest thing he could do! Muttering, "I should have known." under his breath he left, slamming the door. He would never ever so much as look at her again. Sighing, he headed back to his room hoping morning would bring relief. Looking down he saw that his Firebolt was still in hand but resisted the temptation. That could wait until morning. Now he needed a good night's sleep though he doubted it would come with the Dark Lord close by.
Yawning and stretching, Harry woke with surprise. He had actually slept! This was something to tell Dumbledore. Where was Voldemort now and what was he doing? Thinking it better to leave these questions unanswered, he dressed and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Eyes nearly popping out he stared on at the mass of students who had already come to Hogwarts! Along with the families and storekeepers from Hogsmeade they had a full house! I wonder were they slept last night; Harry's mind was a chaotic jumble. Then, he saw them. Ron and Hermione were running towards him! "So how's it been going mate?", was Ron's first question. "You'll see in the letter," was Harry's reply. "What letter?", they chorused in unison. To answer them, owls swooped in at that very moment. Sprinting to a spot at the Gryffindor table before they were all taken, Hedwig landed before Hermione and a barn owl in front of Ron. "She always gets the pretty ones.", Ron muttered under his breath. Opening their letters wide-eyed. Hermione, unsurprisingly, Hermione finished hers first. Uncertainly, she asked, "Harry, what's going on?" Harry had a long story to tell.
Chapter 3
A/N: Got too much to do.sorry for taking so long. If you know someone who likes to read fan fiction please tell them about me okay? I LOVE REVIEWS! So keep writing them! Special thanks to Zubie, Razzberry, Arerediel, OtterMoon, and shibee88 (c u and Zubie tomorrow!).
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my plot.
Jamming his glasses on as quickly as possible, Harry ran to the window. Training his eyes to search for the victim, he knew that it was hopeless. The real shock was Hogsmeade itself. Everywhere he looked was a sea of chaos. Houses burned, stores in ashes; even the Shrieking Shack was gone. Tearing his eyes from the scene, he fished out his robes and threw it on quickly. According to the magic clock on Harry's table, it was around 3 in the morning. Dressing as quickly as possible, he grabbed his wand and ran out of the Gryffindor common room. At the gargoyle entrance of Dumbledore's office, he paused a moment to catch his breath. "Lemon drop?", he tried to no avail. "Ummm.Filbuster's Fireworks? Zonko's Joke Shop? Cockroach Clusters?" Standing there and panicking, a voice whispered, "Canary Cream." The gargoyle sprang to life allowing Harry to pass. Whirling around in a dueling stance he came face to face with Dumbledore. "P-p-professor! I didn't see you coming!" "And with all this racket I should think not." Dumbledore replied calmly in a strained voice. For the first time that night, Harry listened to his surroundings. All around Hogwarts people were screaming and crying. The crackling of blistering heat was all too evident. Panicking, he nearly shouted, "Who's helping all those people?" "The professors are taking good care of them and if need be we will shelter them here at Hogwarts. You won't have to worry about that right now Harry. I think we need to talk." Walking up the spiral staircase he dumbly followed Dumbledore. Thousands of questions racing through his head, he patted Fawkes affectionately. What could be wrong now? Sitting in a cushiony chair across from Dumbledore's desk, he nearly burst with things to say. At times like this it was best to have a Pensieve, Harry thought to himself silently. "Harry, you must have had a dream tonight. I want to know everything." Evidently relieved, Harry poured out his thoughts and his nightmare. When he was finished, Dumbledore nodded. "That seems to be the case. Voldemort is feeding of the powers of others to strengthen himself. Hogsmeade never prepared for such an attack. They always thought they were safe. This attack left them weak and in shock. I don't know if many will overcome the trauma." Harry nodded, letting Dumbledore know that he understood. "Tonight we will have many stragglers here. Tomorrow morning we will have students coming in too. Many of their parents are going to help with the war now that they will be convinced. I think even Muggle parents want to help in fear of their child getting hurt. Of course, many will pull their students out of school. Hogwarts is the ideal haven in many minds. Unfortunately, if Voldemort continues attacks like this, our castle may not hold. Remember, it does not pay to be safe, but it does to be careless." Seeing that their talk was over, Harry called out a good night and left for his dormitory.
At the portrait of Fat Lady, he was admitted without a password. Grabbing his broom from his trunk, he headed out again. ("Humph! Youngsters these days have no respect for their elder's health!") Planning on talking a walk around the lake before heading to the quidditch field, he quietly opened the large set of doors and slipped outside. It had been only two days since school had ended! Here, it was quiet and peaceful although a few stragglers from Hogsmeade were still coming in. The mess of Hogsmeade was around the other side of the building and the protection spells here blocked out the noise. Sitting on the front steps he breathed deeply. Clearing his head of all his troubles, he walked towards the lake and froze. Sitting beside the lake was a dazzling young girl who seemed about Harry's age. She had flowing long, black hair that curled naturally at the bottom. Her head was facing the opposite of Harry so he could tell that he hadn't been discovered yet. In the moonlight her long, slender arm glowed a pale light. Suddenly she turned around and looked straight into Harry's eyes. They were a turquoise blue and were like pools of liquid. After what seemed like two seconds she questioned, "Harry Potter?" He nodded and wasn't the least bit annoyed that she was asking the question he hated. Without another word she fled towards Hagrid's cabin. Harry snapped out of his daze and pounded after her. As strong as quidditch had made him he still couldn't catch her. At Hagrid's door he found it locked. Strangely, Fang wasn't barking his head off. Probably with Hagrid in Hogsmeade, Harry thought. Banging on the door he yelled, "Let me in! What's wrong? I won't hurt you." Timidly, she unbolted the door smoothly and opened it. Peeking around, she stated, "You won't want to see me." With that the door swung wide open and Harry was admitted. His conjecture was right. Neither Fang nor Hagrid were here although they had left the fire going. Stepping inside and shutting the door, he shakily asked, "What's your name?" "Blaise Zabini." Harry just stared. This was the girl that was usually Hermione's potion partner! Moreover, she was a Slytherin! How could he have been so stupid! Chasing a Slytherin girl into Hagrid's cabin was the stupidest thing he could do! Muttering, "I should have known." under his breath he left, slamming the door. He would never ever so much as look at her again. Sighing, he headed back to his room hoping morning would bring relief. Looking down he saw that his Firebolt was still in hand but resisted the temptation. That could wait until morning. Now he needed a good night's sleep though he doubted it would come with the Dark Lord close by.
Yawning and stretching, Harry woke with surprise. He had actually slept! This was something to tell Dumbledore. Where was Voldemort now and what was he doing? Thinking it better to leave these questions unanswered, he dressed and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Eyes nearly popping out he stared on at the mass of students who had already come to Hogwarts! Along with the families and storekeepers from Hogsmeade they had a full house! I wonder were they slept last night; Harry's mind was a chaotic jumble. Then, he saw them. Ron and Hermione were running towards him! "So how's it been going mate?", was Ron's first question. "You'll see in the letter," was Harry's reply. "What letter?", they chorused in unison. To answer them, owls swooped in at that very moment. Sprinting to a spot at the Gryffindor table before they were all taken, Hedwig landed before Hermione and a barn owl in front of Ron. "She always gets the pretty ones.", Ron muttered under his breath. Opening their letters wide-eyed. Hermione, unsurprisingly, Hermione finished hers first. Uncertainly, she asked, "Harry, what's going on?" Harry had a long story to tell.