Author: Azeroth
Author E-mail: mrlindberg3h@yahoo.com
Category: Mystery, Drama, Action/Adventure, Romance
Keywords: Harry, Ginny, Voldemort, Chalice
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For all four books
Summary: Harry begins his fifth year at Hogwarts with a female Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, feelings of guilt for Cedric Diggory's death, and looking for someone to share his emotions with. Voldemort has steadily begun to build his reign of terror as a sense of urgency and vigilance goes through Hogwarts and the rest of the wizarding world.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
The Sides of Fear
Chapter 25
Facing Fear
The icy waters at the inlet of Moray Firth moved gently with the current. Most people would stay inside during the cold nights around Inverness, but a solitary figure was making its way down the path to an old abandoned part of the shipyard. The man was holding an umbrella in one hand and clutching on to a piece of paper in his other hand. He came to a halt in front of a building with a sign that read Applied Research & Technology. The man held up his umbrella and made a quick motion, all the time muttering something unheard of in this part of Scotland. The door creaked open and the figure disappeared inside.
"Ah, welcome back Hagrid. It's so good to see you again," said Dumbledore smiling at Hagrid.
"It feels good ter be back Dumbledore sir," replied Hagrid brushing off some of the snow from his thick coat.
"Now that you are here we can begin. You remember Remus Lupin," said Dumbledore gesturing at Remus.
"Of course I do, of course I do. One of the best teachers we ever 'ad at Hogwarts mind you."
"And this is..."
"Sirius Black. I recognise yer from the pictures. Of course you don't look as scruffy now," said Hagrid matter-of-factly. Remus tried to contain a chuckle as Sirius gave him a swift punch.
"Enough with the introductions. Let's get to it," muttered Sirius.
"Hagrid, what news do you bring from the giants?"
"Sir, I am happy to inform you that the factions in the Ukraine, Moldavia, and Bulgaria have happily accepted our offer and they stand ready to fight by our side."
"Wonderful, that is truly wonderful news. How did you manage to do all that?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, I," Hagrid paused as a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks could be seen. "I had some help from Olympe in that department. She managed to convince the giants in Bulgaria, and the rest was easy from then on."
"What a splendid woman that Madame Maxime is, don't you agree Hagrid?" said Dumbledore smiling. Hagrid looked down at his feet.
"What about the rest of them?" asked Remus.
"Well, the rest of them weren't that friendly ye see. They don't take their banishment lightly. Some of them were not sure as of yet, probably waitin' ter see who looks the most likely ter win. The others, well they're already with You-Know-Who."
"Hagrid, you did an excellent job once again. My faith in you grows ever stronger," said Dumbledore giving Hagrid a pat on the back. "I suppose you will want to come back to Hogwarts as soon as possible to continue where you left off."
"Yes sir, Dumbledore sir. But...I would like to get a few more days to go and...talk to the faction in Bulgaria again, sir," replied Hagrid, his cheeks a tint of red. Dumbledore just smiled and nodded.
"I will see you in a week Hagrid, and do give my regards to Madame Maxime."
Hagrid gave the three of them a silent nod and stepped out into the darkness of the shipyard.
***
Harry felt a hand slap him over the face.
"Wake up Potter," snarled Snape as he towered over Harry.
Slowly, Harry opened his eyes and saw the less than amicable face of his Potions master.
"You've wasted enough time dirtying up the floor in here. We did what you came here for, now go back to Gryffindor Tower."
Harry was still a bit dazed, but managed to speak. "But what...I don't know..."
Snape rolled his eyes. "Should I expect anything else from you Potter? Clearly, you are unable to handle even the easiest task. It is more than enough for me to spend my evening teaching you how to handle a boggart, but to wake you up after you fail to dispose of it is beyond my duties."
"But..."
"I said leave!" yelled Snape, his eyes flashing with anger.
With much effort, and without any help from Snape, Harry got up from the floor and started for the door.
"Your wand Potter. Don't tell me you're stupid enough to forget your wand that you dropped."
Harry turned around and picked up his wand that had slipped out of his hand as he had fainted. Leaving the room he left the door slightly ajar. He stopped outside of the door as his mind drifted back to what he had seen. It had certainly been unexpected. He had thought of everything but the shape the boggart took. What could it possibly mean?
"He's gone." He heard Snape's voice coming from the room. The creaking of a door could be heard and another voice that Harry did not recognize answered.
"What do you make of it?" The voice sounded slightly familiar.
"How am I supposed to know?" snapped Snape. "I only bring information. I do what I am told to do."
"Our master won't be happy with your answer Severus."
Harry leaned in closer to the door as the two of them lowered their voices.
"...and it's none of your business what I do to make sure he does," said Snape testily.
"What side are you really on?"
"I worked for him long before you even knew his name. If there is anyone we should worry about it should be you. Now if you'll excuse me I have far better things to do. You know what to do, and I do hope I don't have to hold your hand and guide you," said Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Severus, I'm warning you. Watch it, or else..."
"Or else what? All these empty threats. Do you really believe I fear anything or anyone but our master? You have not yet felt his wrath, but sooner or later you will. We all do."
"Goodnight Severus, and I'll keep you informed of your next step."
Footsteps closed in on the door and Harry scrambled to find a place to hide. Not knowing what else to do he ran around the corner of the corridor hoping the person would not come his way. Just as the door creaked open Harry swept around the corner pressing his body against the wall. The door was closing and Harry heard the footsteps coming his way. Harry started backing away farther down the corridor still with his back against the wall. The footsteps echoed in the corridors and time seemed to stand still as Harry could feel his breathing pick up. He was bound to be discovered. His right hand was outstretched behind him, instinctively searching for something that would aid him. His fingers suddenly encountered cold steel in the form of a lantern.
"I see we've caught ourselves a student out wandering the school at night," said Filch with a raspy voice.
Harry stumbled over and fell to the floor. The footsteps had stopped.
"If it isn't Mr. Potter. I see you'll be coming with me to arrange for a nice detention...again," Filch said smiling.
"But I'm coming from a detention right now," stammered Harry.
Filch's smile disappeared, then he narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Harry. "Really? And who might I ask supervised that detention?"
"Professor Snape did. He's still in the room. Third room from the Potions dungeon."
Filch peered at Harry then stood up straight. "All right Potter, but if you're having me on I'll see to it you do spend an evening with Professor Snape. I know how much he enjoys dealing with Gryffindors. Now go on back to your room."
"Yes, sir," said Harry walking past Filch who continued down the corridor with his lantern held up once again. As he turned the corner Harry heard his voice again.
"Oh, sorry about that. Almost ran into you there professor. Just caught a student wandering the school again, although he claims differently. What might you be doing out so late?"
"I was just on my way back to my office."
This time when the person answered Filch, Harry knew who it was. Somehow their voice had been different the first time he had heard it coming from the classroom. Harry started running back to Gryffindor Tower, but with the echoing corridors he still managed to hear the last part of the conversation.
"Well, I'll just be on my way then. Goodnight Mr. Filch."
"Goodnight to you too Professor Miala."
As Harry reached the portrait of the Fat Lady he was certain of three things. There was definitely more than one spy at Hogwarts, and he would have to keep an eye on his mysterious Dark Arts teacher. Thirdly he needed to talk to Dumbledore about what the boggart had turned into. The mere thought made Harry tremble with fear as he walked up the stairs to his room.
***
Sirius and Remus were still sitting in the building where the short meeting had been held. They had moved to a different part of the building and were sitting with their backs against the walls in a small room surrounded by concrete walls. Even the door, which used several locks, was solid concrete. There was a small window with steel bars between each slate of glass.
"So what do you reckon will happen now Moony?"
"I don't know, I really don't know."
"It seems like just yesterday when we were young and the first war was drawing near. It was a long time ago."
"One thing we are sure of is that we have the support of the giants," said Remus rubbing his tired face with his hand.
"How do you know for sure? I only know of murdering giants. There were several of them in Azkaban and all of them deserved to be there surely."
"Like you deserved to be there for almost thirteen years?"
"That's different. I was innocent."
"How do you know some of the giants weren't innocent?"
"Because...well, because they're just that. Giants. Don't you understand? They're bloodthirsty beasts. I wouldn't trust a single one of them. Not in this lifetime," growled Sirius.
"So you wouldn't trust Hagrid then?"
"You know that's different."
"And why is that? He is after all a giant."
"He's...well....he's only half-giant," tried Sirius.
"Sirius, we must learn to trust one another and put the past behind us. I know you and Mundungus have other issues with giants, but what happened can't be changed. It's in the past. Let it go. For your sake...and Harry's."
Sirius looked at Remus with a crooked smile. "I hate it when you're right Moony. Absolutely hate it," he said laughing a bit.
"I know, but you must be getting used to it by now," said Remus smiling back.
All of a sudden Remus fell to the ground writhing in pain. Sirius looked out through the window and the bright full moon was staring back at him. He quickly changed into his Animagus form, and before long his faithful companion was no longer squirming on the floor. Remus had turned into his werewolf form and Sirius knew that tonight would be a very long night. Remus had not been able to take his Wolfsbane Potion and the transformation had been painful, but not as painful as the rest of the night would surely be.
The werewolf was now staring at Sirius, watching, waiting for the right time to pounce. Sirius stood his ground bracing himself for the inevitable. With a loud roar the werewolf lunged across the room, jaws snapping and claws out, and the two of them were locked together. A brief tussle of brute strength ensued, but as sudden as it had begun it ended. The werewolf backed away, but its glowing eyes were still focused on Sirius. There was no time to be thinking about anything else as it would most likely lead to his death. Sirius moved swiftly around the room as the werewolf tried to circle him.
Another lunge followed and this time Sirius found himself bleeding from a gaping wound. It was going to be a long night, but he was determined to help Remus. He had already lost two friends from the Marauders, and he was not about to lose the last one by leaving him when he needed his help the most. He would watch over Remus for the night and see to it that he did not hurt himself more than necessary. For a moment he wondered how Harry was doing, but a growl from the werewolf brought him back to his senses. The windy night drowned most of the noise, but inside of the building a nightlong watch had only begun.
***
Severus Snape was waiting impatiently in Dumbledore's office as the latest revelation needed to be shared with his Headmaster. The evening's unexpected turn of events had made it clear to him that things were far worse than anyone could have imagined. Wondering what could be holding up Dumbledore he made to leave the room and get in contact with one of their trusted sources. As if answering his request a trapdoor opened beside the fireplace and Dumbledore stepped out covered with dust and coughing slightly.
"We really should get these secret passageways dusted every now and then. They are quite detrimental to anyone's health, wouldn't you say so Severus?"
"Headmaster, tonight's session had a very unexpected outcome, and I feel it needs to be brought to your attention immediately."
"I'm sure it does, but not before I have a cup of tea. Those passages always make me thirsty for some tea."
"Headmaster, I really..."
"Would you like some Severus?" asked Dumbledore ignoring Snape's protests.
"There is no time for tea, I..."
"No time for tea?" replied Dumbledore incredulously. "We must make time for it then. It has a very nice calming effect. You should really try it."
Snape stared at the old wizard in disbelief, but soon found himself clutching onto a small saucer and a cup filled to the brim with tea. Dumbledore sat back in his chair, put his cup underneath his nose and slowly took a deep breath.
"Wonderful," he said before taking a small sip. "Marvelous, wouldn't you say?"
Snape was just holding on to his cup as his Headmaster's actions went from strange to absurd with every passing day.
"You were saying?" smiled Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, tonight's events went badly to say the least. I think we might have a problem, and quite a serious one at that."
As the conversation continued Dumbledore's smile was replaced by a look of great concern. When Snape had finally finished his recount of the event Dumbledore sat silently at his desk setting down his cup.
"This is grave news indeed. This must be kept secret as our hope for survival lives with that boy. We must not let anything happen. Severus, I must ask you to keep up your usual work, but I believe it is time for us to pick up the pace. You have my permission to do so at your own discretion."
"Yes Headmaster. I will do what is necessary."
"Thank you Severus," said Dumbledore looking straight at Snape. His tired eyes suddenly focused on the cup of tea Snape had been holding all this time. "Is something wrong with your tea?"
Snape looked down at his still full teacup and swept it down in one gulp. "Not at all," he said grimacing. It really was quite awful tea.
***
"My Lord, news from Hogwarts have arrived."
"Let her in."
The door across from where Voldemort was seated opened and a hooded figure emerged from the other side of the door.
"Master, your plan was a complete success. We now know what Harry Potter fears," said the crouching person.
"Of course it worked. Did you ever doubt me?" The servant shook his head.
"No Master, never."
"I know. You...I have complete faith in. Others, I do not. I knew he would go to Dumbledore and ask for his help after I appeared in his dream. I knew that old fool would advice him to figure out what he fears. It is almost too easy, but then again my intelligence is far greater than that bearded fool they call Headmaster." Voldemort's eyes were gleaming with satisfaction as he proceeded. "Tell me. What did he see? Was it me?"
"No Master."
Voldemort almost looked a bit disappointed. "Well, tell me then."
"The boggart turned into himself."
"What?"
"It...it turned into himself Master. I saw it with my own eyes. Snape let out the boggart and out stepped Harry Potter. Only it wasn't him. It was the boggart."
"What happened?"
"He fainted. The real Harry Potter fainted and Snape was forced to take care of the boggart."
"Interesting, very interesting. This is a bit unexpected, but I'm sure he won't be able to figure out what it means alone. He will surely go see Dumbledore." Voldemort walked up to the crouching Miala and put his hand on her shoulder. "You have done well once again. I trust you will continue to serve me faithfully?"
"Yes my Lord. Always," replied Miala in a monotone voice.
"Of course...of course. I suggest you leave before your absence is discovered. Did you have anything else to report?"
"Yes my Lord. It is not really any solid news, but it is an observation." Voldemort nodded. "I believe Snape is not to be trusted. He is behaving strangely and I believe he is working for Dumbledore."
"I know he is. The first time around I knew he was acting as a double agent, but he was, and still is, far more useful to me alive than dead. He knows better than not to report information that might have been seen by our operatives, but he keeps things from me. I know that. I believe Dumbledore and Snape know as well. It is a dangerous game our dear Severus Snape plays, but he survived it once before."
"Yes Master," said Miala before retreating through the door.
The man who had been in the argument with Lucius Malfoy appeared out of the shadows by Voldemort's side.
"Can we trust her?"
"It does not matter. Soon we shall have all we need, and then all of them will be useless to me. Your orders are the same. Remain at your post and await further instructions. We finally have the last piece of information needed. This time, there will be no mistakes. This time, Harry Potter as we know him will be no more," laughed Voldemort.
***
The next day could not have gone by any slower in Harry's mind. All he wanted to do was finish up for the day and go see Dumbledore as he needed advice once again. Ron had finally given up on coaxing Harry into taking Ginny to the Ball when Harry had told him he had asked Cho. For the better part of the morning Ron had been sulking as Neville had already asked Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff to attend the Ball with him.
McGonagall had given them a lengthy writing assignment and the students found themselves with their noses buried in their parchment as their quills were writing furiously. All that is except Harry and Ron.
"What should I do Harry? Help me out," whispered Ron.
"Here's an idea. Why not do nothing at all?"
"What's wrong with you all of a sudden? I can't do that. You know that."
"Why not? She's not a baby anymore," hissed Harry as he tried to scribble something down.
"I know that."
"Then why don't you just leave it alone?" Hermione answered unexpectedly.
"I wasn't talking to you. You're on her side anyway," huffed Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and got back to her work.
"Leave me out of this Ron. If you want to ruin the Ball for Ginny then go right ahead. I'm not about to get in between two Weasleys. I treasure my life far more than that."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Great."
Harry let out a frustrated sigh as he decided to ignore Ron for the rest of the class. When class finally came to an end for the day Harry quickly stuffed his quill, parchment, and books into his bag.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, I...have to go see Dumbledore."
"What for?" asked Ron.
"Uh, nightmares, yeah...nightmares again. I think it has something to do with Vol..." Ron cringed. "You-Know-Who," corrected Harry. Ron just gave him a knowing nod and Hermione mouthed an "ooh."
"I'll see you at supper then," Harry said jumping out of his seat leaving his two friends behind. As if on cue Dumbledore stood by next to the door leading to the Transfiguration classroom, and Harry almost ran straight into him.
"I take it you would like a word with me?" said Dumbledore casually.
"Yes sir. It's about...you know what," Harry answered lowering his voice slightly.
"Follow me. I suspect you know the way to my office by now quite well," smiled Dumbledore.
Walking up the spiraling staircases and through the corridors Harry felt like he would get some clear answers from his Headmaster. When they reached his office Harry sat down in his usual chair while Dumbledore settled down in his chair behind the desk.
"I already know what happened last night. Professor Snape was kind enough to inform me of what transpired with the boggart. The question is, what do you make of it Harry?"
Harry had been expecting Dumbledore to answer his questions not the other way around.
"I don't know. Why did it turn into myself? I realise I must fear myself the most, but why? I don't understand professor."
"I can not tell you the truth Harry, for I do not possess it. I can only give you my advice once again. It is up to you to use it in any way you see fit. When Professor Snape told me that the boggart had turned into yourself I was quite alarmed to say the least. I had a feeling it would not be a Dementor again, but my guess would have been Voldemort, as did you." Harry nodded. "However, I am concerned about the possibility of you trying to hide what you fear the most. Did you hear or feel anything when you faced yourself?"
Harry furrowed his brow and tried to think back to the previous night. He had been so surprised by the appearance of the boggart that he had not had time to think. He had only felt shocked and stunned. Most of all he had been shaking with fear.
"I'm sorry professor. I can't think of anything. I just remember feeling confused and...scared," Harry said disappointed.
"Quite acceptable considering the circumstances. However, is there anything you can think of that would make you fear yourself?"
Harry tried to think hard again, but ended up with nothing as a result. He shook his head dejectedly. He looked at Dumbledore who was himself deep in thought.
"Sometimes," he begun, "we think we know ourselves better than anyone else, yet we are surprised to find out that it is someone else who knows far more about us. For example, during the ordeal in your second year Tom Riddle realised he knew more about you and vice versa. By knowing the reality of his presence you were able to destroy him by destroying the diary. His mistake was to believe you knew nothing about him. The greatest error one can make in any situation is to underestimate your foe."
Dumbledore stopped as if to make sure Harry was following along before continuing. "I think we have underestimated the potential your innermost fear has for Voldemort. There is nothing I can do as the answers dwell inside of your mind. I advice you to take great care and try to prepare yourself for whatever secret fear you might be harboring. I will be here at your disposal at any time, be it morning, day, or night. I am truly sorry that I can not help you more," he sighed, looking very tired and worried.
"Professor, I don't know what to do," said Harry helplessly.
"Harry, when the time comes you will know what to do. You must trust in yourself as I trust in you."
Dumbledore cocked his nose up in the air and smelled the air. "I believe it is time for supper, and judging by the enticing smell I would have to say the elves have outdone themselves once more."
Dumbledore rose out of his seat and motioned for Harry to follow him to the Great Hall. At the end of the spiraling staircases Dumbledore stopped.
"Harry, remember that you are strong alone, but true power comes from friendship." Harry nodded as he continued on his own down the corridors.
"Friendship...and love," said Dumbledore to himself as he watched the young boy on whose shoulders the future rested upon walk through the corridors alone, only with his fleeting shadow as company.
***
Charlie was sitting out on the porch at the Burrow watching the wind take hold of the drifts of snow. It had always had a soothing effect for him to sit outside hearing, and watching the wind. Perhaps it was that reason that had led him to become a Seeker. Feeling the wind beat against his cheeks, almost to a point of pain. Not perhaps. It was the reason for it. He knew that he would have to seek out an occupation that would allow him to be outdoors where he belonged. For a moment he had considered playing Quidditch, but when he had seen the books on dragon keepers he had put everything else aside.
When he had mustered up enough courage to tell his mother of his plans she had been less than happy. She had tried to convince him to take a job at the Ministry or even play Quidditch. She had of course been against a career in Quidditch before, but it paled in comparison to working with dragons.
"I am not letting you go off to be turned into a charcoal briquette on your first day at work. Not on my life. Never. I will not have it," yelled Mrs. Weasley. Charlie had his head lowered, biting his nails. "Not on my life. Do you hear me Charles Jameson Weasley? Not on my life," she said swatting the table with her hand. "And that's final."
Charlie looked up at his mother who did not look angry, but worried. "Mum, you know I love you, and I have always come to you and Dad for advice. Most of the time I have followed it," he paused, "but this time I can't. I won't. It's what I want to do. I can't sit in an office all day shuffling papers. I would go mad. I want to do this. I know it's the right thing for me," he pleaded looking downcast.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes softened a bit, but she was not about to give up that easily. "And how do you know it's the right thing for you? You've never even tried it. You've never even been close to a dragon." Charlie squirmed in his seat. "Have you?" Charlie was looking very uncomfortable and made sure not to look his mother in the eye.
"Well...you see...remember when I said I had to go try out for Puddlemere United last week?" he began hesitantly. "I...well...I didn't exactly go there." Mrs. Weasley had narrowed her eyes and was pursing her lips. "I went to...you see...I had read about it in the Daily Prophet. There was going to be an exhibition by dragon keepers close to where the try-outs were, and I...well...I went there instead." Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened as Charlie flinched.
"And..." she hissed.
"And...I met this man, Derrick McDougle, who showed me around. It was beautiful Mum. The dragons were not at all bloodthirsty or mean. You just have to get to know them. They're just like you and me. Some have bad tempers, but most of them don't. It was great, and when I was up in the air I..." Charlie stopped mid-sentence as he knew he had made a mistake.
"You...you flew on one of them?" Charlie grimaced. "Have you gone completely mad? What possessed you to do such a thing? I would expect this from Bill, but from you Charlie? You never did anything like this. Go behind our backs."
"Mum..." he tried.
"NO! I will not have it I said, and that is final. As long as you live under our roof you will abide by our rules, and I just made up a new one. No dragons."
Charlie let his hands fall to his side before taking a deep breath. "Then I guess it's a good thing I'll be working in Romania."
His mother's face fell as the anger seeped out of it. "You're moving to...Romania?" Charlie nodded.
"That's where McDougle offered me a job. He said he had never seen such a natural," said Charlie proudly almost forgetting what the conversation was about.
His mother sat down at the table and broke down in tears. Charlie reached across the table and put his hand on hers.
"Mum, it's what I want to do. When I saw the dragons I got the same feeling as when I picked out my wand. I felt a surge of power and joy through every inch of my body. It was incredible." Charlie's eyes were glimmering, and Mrs. Weasley could see nothing would change his mind.
She had of course finally realised that it was better if Charlie did what he loved even though it would take him far away from the Burrow. When Bill had declared his intent to go to Egypt it had gone over smoother as everyone expected Bill to do just about anything. He is a bit strange, thought Charlie. Was.
He knew he had to leave the next day and go back to Romania. McDougle had told him to stay for as long as he wanted, but Charlie knew they needed all the help they could get. His mother and father were doing marginally better, but the added stress of Percy's disengagement from the family had only made things worse. Torn between duty and family Charlie walked inside to pack the remainder of his things.
Throwing his last pair of socks into his trunk he closed it and sat down on the bed. He looked at one of the family pictures the twins had in their bedroom. His father had been working for Dumbledore for as long as he could remember, and Bill had become involved as well. Now it was his turn to do his duty. If his mother knew what they were really doing in Romania he seriously doubted she would let him go back.
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A/N: This chapter is little shorter, but I felt like it was the right time to cut it off at the end. This is a build-up chapter for the finale as I'm counting down the chapters of The Sides of Fear. I still don't know how many more chapters will follow, but we don't have far to go. Thank you once again for waiting patiently as I know what it's like to sit and wait for people to write their new chapters. All I can say is that your reviews/e-mails/messages really do push me along. I'd probably just be watching football on my day off ^_^ Thank Mary for making me write instead of watching the Eagles kick some Bucs behind.
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