Harry Potter and the Book of Merlin
Part 3
"Ahh!" Harry woke up from his dream in a cold sweat. He sat there panting. His heart was racing so fast he felt dizzy and tired. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. Then he turned and looked in the mirror next to his bed. But instead of seeing his face he was confronted with those same snake-like eyes staring back at him. Harry blinked then looked again into the mirror. He only saw his reflection staring back at him. An uneasy feeling rushed through his body and he sat there trying to remember what happened in his dream.
Flashes of events passed through his mind. Then it all came back to him. Harry saw the whole dream. More beads of sweat came down Harry's forehead. "Voldemort killed another person," thought Harry. He jumped out of his bed and started walking out of his room so he could tell Dumbledore about his dream. Then right before he got to the portrait, a word ran through his mind, "were-wolf". Harry's legs became weak and he fell to his knees. He dropped to all fours and a feeling of sickness passed through him. His heart was racing so fast Harry thought he was going to pass out. Right there he threw up his previous breakfast on the floor. He wiped his mouth and staggered to the door. He did his best to run but only managed to wobble and fall every few feet. Tears were now freely falling from his eyes.
"No…not Professor Lupin" Harry kept crying over and over. Harry managed to get past the Defense Against the Dark Arts room before he collapsed on the floor and broke down crying. His loud sobs could be heard down the halls. He laid there helpless on the great for a few moments. Memories of his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher flashed through his mind. Everything that he had been taught by Professor Lupin and everything he had done for Harry. Harry lay weeping over his friend when he heard footsteps coming his way. Harry looked up and in a blurry vision saw a figure coming towards him. Instinctively he backed away. He heard a faint voice "Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!" cried the voice. But that was all Harry heard before his body fell back and lay there unconscious.
Professor McGonagall left the library. She had been there all day preparing lessons for the upcoming school year. She packed up her possessions and locked the room. On her way back to her chambers she heard a faint noise. Letting the curiosity get the better of her she went to investigate. As the old teacher got closer, the noise got louder. Soon she was close enough to make out the noise to be crying. Now she was running as fast as her legs could carry her. When she finally got to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room she saw a figure sprawled out on the floor sobbing. She approached the person and discovered who it was. When she walked closer to him the boy backed away as if threatened by her. "Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter! Can you hear me?" she said to the boy. But at her words his body fell back and lay limp on the floor. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell as Harry's body began to levitate up. The professor turned around and hurriedly started in the direction of Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Harry, Harry can you hear me?" asked the old kind voice. Harry's eyes slowly opened. He looked at the Headmaster in front of him and then noticed his teacher next to him.
"Mr. Potter what were you doing in the halls this late at night?" inquired the woman. Harry looked at them confused. Then the night's past events came flooding into his mind once again.
"Professor…Voldemort…Lupin…dream…I…I" Harry said. He tried to convey what he saw happen but to no avail. After several more tries only a few words and illogical sentences came out.
"Harry, Harry calm down. Everything is fine. Take a deep breath. Now please, very slowly, tell me what happened." The old man was visibly tense. He had never seen Harry so scared and sad before. Even their talk earlier in the night, Harry was more composed than now. Anticipating the worst he prepared himself for what his student was about to tell him.
"Professor, I…I had another dream. This time I saw Voldemort and Wormtail talking. Voldemort asked if Wormtail returned some lady and he said he did. Then he asked someone named Macnair if he disposed of…" Harry swallowed hard. This was the part of his story that he didn't want to say. "He asked him if he disposed of the 'were-wolf'. And the Death Eater said he did. Professor, was he talking about Professor Lupin?" Harry asked the old man before him. He eyes pleased for him to reply that Voldemort was talking about another were-wolf. Dumbledore sighed and removed his glasses from his eyes. He looked at Harry.
"Harry, we must prepare for that possibility. Excuse me for a moment." Dumbledore arose from his chair and walked over to the fireplace and threw something in it. Then he called "Lucas Romewater!" Suddenly a man's face appeared in the fire. "Lucas I need you to come here for a moment. I have a favor to ask of you. The password is 'peppermint gumdrops'." The face disappeared and was soon replaced by the actual man standing there in the fire. Harry watched as the man and Dumbledore walked back to Harry and Professor McGonagall. The man looked at Harry.
"Hello Harry, my name is Lucas. I was a friend of your father's when he was here at Hogwarts." Harry nodded at the man. Lucas sat down in a chair next to Harry and Dumbledore began telling him about Harry's dream. Harry sat there just thinking about what had happened with Voldemort. He could feel his evil stare on the back of his head. He could hear that sinister laugh echoing in his ears.
He turned his attention back to Dumbledore. Harry sat there listening to his own dream being told back to him. Then came the part about Remus Lupin. Harry's heart started beating faster once again. And that familiar sick feeling enveloped his body once more. Luckily Dumbldedore anticipated this reaction and put a type of healing spell on Harry that would prevent another incident like the one that occurred only a few minutes ago.
"So Lucas, that is why I need you to go to Remus at once. If anything has happened to him we must do what we can." Dumbledore's expression was that of concern and sadness. Once again Harry noticed that never in life had he ever seen the old Headmaster look so much his age.
"Yes Dumbledore, right away" Lucas stood up and walked back into the fire. And with a blink of an eye, he was most likely hundreds of miles away.
"Professor Dumbledore, do you think that something happened to Professor Lupin?" Harry's eyes pleaded for some words of hope.
"Harry, I know how much you cared about Remus. We all did, of course. But to be completely honest, I'm afraid that we must prepare ourselves for the worst. Things from now on will only get worse until Voldemort is stopped. Harry I know that you have lost a lot of people in your life. But I promise that I…no we will do all in our power to stop Voldemort." Dumbledore's face softened as he looked at the boy.
"Harry, I think that I should tell you unless you haven't already guessed. You and Voldemort share a special link. A magical link. Somehow when he preformed the curse on you, he created a strong link. And it is my belief that last year when he used your blood to bring himself back, that link was strengthened. That is why you are able to have these visions." Dumbledore looked Harry straight in the eye. He saw something inside the boy change. His body language no longer told sadness, but something quite the opposite.
"WHY! I DON'T WANT TO! I HATE HIM!" Harry screamed. "Professor, I hate him. He killed my parents Professor. He killed them! And now he went after Professor Lupin. I don't want anything to do with him." Now more tears started streaming from Harry's eyes. The professor looked at his young student. He had experienced so much in his short life. Harry had to face the man that murdered his parents twice in two years. He had to come face to face with the man that he thought betrayed them. He had to see Voldemort perform the Avada Kadavra curse on a fellow student. And he had to live with a so called "family" that hated him for most of his life.
"Harry, we must never hate. Hatred towards others gives them power over us. We must learn to let go if we are to move on. And by no means am I saying that you should forgive Voldemort and just forget your parents. I am saying that if you are ever to defeat Voldemort, you must let go of your hatred. That gives him power over you Harry and only makes him stronger." Dumbledore looked at Harry and saw the uncertainty in his eyes. He decided that Harry would need to deal with this subject on his own.
Just then Madam Pomfrey burst into the office. "Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin has just been brought back." She looked at him with a worried look on her face. "It's not good."
Harry felt another wave of sickness pass through his body. He looked at Dumbledore and noticed a look on his face, which Harry couldn't exactly describe. It was somewhere between joy and horror, between amazement and knowingness. On his way out he made out the words which came from the old headmaster's mouth.
"All is unfolding as the book foretold."
Harry looked back at the old man. "What was that Professor/"
"Something for another time." They continued their journey to the infirmary in silence. When Harry got to the door he felt his stomach doing summersaults. He felt nervous and hoping what would come next would never happen. But there was a part of him that needed to see what was behind those doors. With trebling fingers he pushed the door slowly open. The room was exactly as Harry had remembered. Many times Harry unfortunately had to visit Madam Pomfrey in need of her medical expertise. The same small beds lay in the room. The same old walls. The same stench, which it had no doubt accumulated in the past hundreds of years. Then his eyes rested on the curtains towards a back corner of the room. Willing himself to move forward Harry walked towards the curtains and summoning all his strength he slowly pulled the curtain back.
There before lay his teacher. There before lay a victim. But most importantly, there before lay a friend. Harry couldn't stand the sight. There were muggle machines attached to him. Tubes were everywhere. There was a heart monitor next to him making the noise to sound as his heart. Beep…Beep…Beep. The machine went on and on. Harry ran from Remus' bedside and to the nearest bathroom.
For the second time that night Harry was throwing up. Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were waiting for him as he walked out. A sad expression was written on both their faces. "Harry I think you should know what happened to Remus. He was put under the Crucio curse." Harry's eyes sank when he heard this news. "After the curse was removed, they…they beat him. Physically." Harry's eyes grew from that last sentence. He never thought with all the magic Death Eaters were capable of, that they would physically hurt someone with something other than magic. "He's in a coma Harry. We can do all we can to heal his body. But there is only so much Madam Pomfrey can do." Harry's heart dropped. He was in a coma.
"Harry, maybe you should go back to sleep" Dumbledore him. Harry had forgotten all about his lack of sleep since his dream. When the word 'sleep' was mentioned, Harry's body immediately responded to it. He turned around and headed up to his room. He was defeated by his own body. Even though he wanted to stay with Remus, he knew he had to go back up to his own bed if he wanted to get sleep. He said the password and walked into the common room. When he got into his dormitory he sat on his bed. Across from him was his desk with a quill and parchment on top of it. He walked over and sat down.
Dear Ron-
I'm at Hogwarts. Dumbledore called me back early. Something happened but I don't think that writing it is the best way to tell you. Don't worry or anything, I'm safe here with Dumbledore. I'll see if I can meet you and Hermione over in Diagon Alley.
Harry
Harry copied a similar note for Hermione and tied them both to Hedwig's leg. The owl bit his ear affectionately and flew out the window. Harry sleepily moved over to his bed and collapsed on it. As he shut his eyes he still saw those same snake eyes staring back at him.
OK, sorry for the long wait. I've been busy. I tried to make this long, but this is all I got. Now you know what I'm about to say. I spent a VERY long time on this. The least everyone can do is take a couple of minutes from their day to review it. And thanks to everyone who has been doing that for the first two chapters. Now at first I was gonna have Remus die, but since everyone was against it I changed the story. Tell me what you think of this chapter and what you wanna see happen. later-
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