When Angels Die
Ch: 10
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: See previous chapters please.
***** Indicates flashback '.' Indicates thought "." Indicates speech
Harry could feel the air get colder as he made his way down the dungeon stairs. He walked in silence; his steps slow and steady, as his breath came in tiny puffs. Dumbledore walked in front of him, the sunlight glancing off his long silver hair and guiding his way like a beacon in the dark.
A memory suddenly pushed its way to the front of his mind when they passed a picture of Merlin on the first floor. A soft voice floated from his mind before he was consumed by the memory.
"Draco, where are we going?" asked a fifteen-year-old Harry Potter. The boy in front of him turned his head and flashed Harry a wicked smile. That one smile was free of any treachery that it once may have contained.
"I'm leading you to a secret room Harry! It lies deep in Slytherin territory but I'm sure a hero like you won't be afraid to see it," teased Draco Malfoy. The blond boy stayed one step in front of Harry as they dashed down the dungeon stairs in the dead of night. Harry strained his shorter legs and tried to keep up with the taller boys strides.
"Are we there yet?" he whined. Draco cast him a sympathetic look and slowed down to accommodate Harry's shorter legs. "Am I going to fast, Harry? I'm sorry. The room isn't to far away, just a few more steps."
Harry smiled faintly at that memory. The two boys had become good friends during the summer of their fourth year and they had continued that friendship in secret. Harry remembered the room Draco had taken him to. It was because of that room that Harry had received top marks in potions-well, before they had taken him away, that is.
Harry stopped and stood next to Dumbledore. "This is your room Harry. I hope you will find this one more to your liking." They stood in front of a painting that contained a young girl petting a pure black unicorn. "Password please?" she asked quietly. "Chocolate malts." The painting swung open and they stepped into the room.
Harry immediately liked the room. It was fairly bigger than the one Dumbledore had originally shown him and it was set up the exact same way. This time, however, the whole room was bathed in shadows with two windows up on the walls. A plush dark green couch sat in front of the fireplace with two rocking chairs flaking its sides. One large coffee table sat directly in front of the couch and two mahogany end tables held two dark green lamps.
"This will do." Harry flopped onto the couch and stared at the fireplace. The mantle above it lay bare and empty. "Harry, I understand that you are rather angry with what had happened but we need your help. Will you be willing to learn your magic again in order to help us defeat the common enemy?" asked Dumbledore. Harry snorted softly but would not look in the older wizards direction.
"I would love to learn magic again but you seem to have forgotten that the Ministry snapped my wand in half" he replied in a low voice. "If we could get you another wand, will you learn? And after Voldemort is defeated, you may stay here if you like." Harry stared at the older wizard in confusion.
"First you are willing to condemn me but now you are offering me a place to live. Are you feeling guilty about what happened to me?" Harry cocked his head to the side. Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "Partially Harry. If we had listened to you than you wouldn't have gone to Azkaban. Besides, where would you go? Hogworts is where you belong, whether you believe it or not. We must go soon Harry. You clean up Harry and I'll see you in my office."
Harry watched Dumbledore sweep out of his rooms with a blank look on his face. Than, wasting no time, he changed his password and jumped into the shower. An hour later, after he had scrubbed off the dirt caked onto his body, Harry looked at himself in the mirror. His was so skinny now, almost dangerously so. He grabbed a pair of scissors and got to work on his hair.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry Potter entered the Headmasters office and was greeted by five people. "Welcome home Harry" a deep voice said. Harry turned around to find himself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
AN: This is the longest chapter in this story and I hope you all enjoy it. In the next chapter, Harry will come face to face with Ron Weasley. What will he do? And where is Sirius? Thank everyone who is reviewing; I can't believe all the support I am getting for this!! Well, enjoy! ~Ta-ta
***** Indicates flashback '.' Indicates thought "." Indicates speech
Harry could feel the air get colder as he made his way down the dungeon stairs. He walked in silence; his steps slow and steady, as his breath came in tiny puffs. Dumbledore walked in front of him, the sunlight glancing off his long silver hair and guiding his way like a beacon in the dark.
A memory suddenly pushed its way to the front of his mind when they passed a picture of Merlin on the first floor. A soft voice floated from his mind before he was consumed by the memory.
"Draco, where are we going?" asked a fifteen-year-old Harry Potter. The boy in front of him turned his head and flashed Harry a wicked smile. That one smile was free of any treachery that it once may have contained.
"I'm leading you to a secret room Harry! It lies deep in Slytherin territory but I'm sure a hero like you won't be afraid to see it," teased Draco Malfoy. The blond boy stayed one step in front of Harry as they dashed down the dungeon stairs in the dead of night. Harry strained his shorter legs and tried to keep up with the taller boys strides.
"Are we there yet?" he whined. Draco cast him a sympathetic look and slowed down to accommodate Harry's shorter legs. "Am I going to fast, Harry? I'm sorry. The room isn't to far away, just a few more steps."
Harry smiled faintly at that memory. The two boys had become good friends during the summer of their fourth year and they had continued that friendship in secret. Harry remembered the room Draco had taken him to. It was because of that room that Harry had received top marks in potions-well, before they had taken him away, that is.
Harry stopped and stood next to Dumbledore. "This is your room Harry. I hope you will find this one more to your liking." They stood in front of a painting that contained a young girl petting a pure black unicorn. "Password please?" she asked quietly. "Chocolate malts." The painting swung open and they stepped into the room.
Harry immediately liked the room. It was fairly bigger than the one Dumbledore had originally shown him and it was set up the exact same way. This time, however, the whole room was bathed in shadows with two windows up on the walls. A plush dark green couch sat in front of the fireplace with two rocking chairs flaking its sides. One large coffee table sat directly in front of the couch and two mahogany end tables held two dark green lamps.
"This will do." Harry flopped onto the couch and stared at the fireplace. The mantle above it lay bare and empty. "Harry, I understand that you are rather angry with what had happened but we need your help. Will you be willing to learn your magic again in order to help us defeat the common enemy?" asked Dumbledore. Harry snorted softly but would not look in the older wizards direction.
"I would love to learn magic again but you seem to have forgotten that the Ministry snapped my wand in half" he replied in a low voice. "If we could get you another wand, will you learn? And after Voldemort is defeated, you may stay here if you like." Harry stared at the older wizard in confusion.
"First you are willing to condemn me but now you are offering me a place to live. Are you feeling guilty about what happened to me?" Harry cocked his head to the side. Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "Partially Harry. If we had listened to you than you wouldn't have gone to Azkaban. Besides, where would you go? Hogworts is where you belong, whether you believe it or not. We must go soon Harry. You clean up Harry and I'll see you in my office."
Harry watched Dumbledore sweep out of his rooms with a blank look on his face. Than, wasting no time, he changed his password and jumped into the shower. An hour later, after he had scrubbed off the dirt caked onto his body, Harry looked at himself in the mirror. His was so skinny now, almost dangerously so. He grabbed a pair of scissors and got to work on his hair.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry Potter entered the Headmasters office and was greeted by five people. "Welcome home Harry" a deep voice said. Harry turned around to find himself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
AN: This is the longest chapter in this story and I hope you all enjoy it. In the next chapter, Harry will come face to face with Ron Weasley. What will he do? And where is Sirius? Thank everyone who is reviewing; I can't believe all the support I am getting for this!! Well, enjoy! ~Ta-ta