Ch: 9
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Harry didn't sleep that night. Or the night after that. Instead, he sat curled in front of the fireplace with an old spell book from the library resting on his knees. Though it was still summer vacation for the students as well as the teachers, Harry took advantage of the empty library to skim through some old books and brush up on his spells. He had already made it past the fifth years "Standard Book of Spells" and was half way through the next.
Dumbledore had come and gone- dropping off books full of dark arts spells and forbidden enchantments- and was very surprised to find Harry had his old wand back. Harry didn't even try to explain; he just shooed the old man out of his private rooms. As the days slowly passed and the beginning of the new school year encroached upon his summer, Snape and Draco heavily pushed Harry's lessons.
Sometimes Harry and Draco ate in the Great Hall with the other teachers- who was shocked as hell to find Harry back and innocent- but most of the time they ate in Harry's private chambers. Because of the combination of living in the castle and helping Harry with his spell lessons, the trio of Draco, Harry and Snape quickly became fast friends and Harry's only confidents. And Harry had the suspicious feeling of falling in love with Draco Malfoy. Sometimes when Draco moved a certain way, Harry caught himself holding his breath and admiring Draco's silent beauty. But then Harry would remember that anyone who loved him had a habit of dying on him and he would pull himself away from his idyll fantasy.
Than one night a month into the summer it happened; Harry had a vision.
//Harry stood in a darkened room lit only by the light of a fire roaring loudly in a huge fireplace. The light danced off wooden walls and over a red plush chair situated in the middle of a large room. Standing, silent as shadows, stood over thirty death-eaters. No one moved; not the air and not the bodies of any of the awaiting death-eaters.
Their gazes where locked on the man sitting calmly and quietly in the afore mentioned chair. Red eyes stared out of deep sunken eyes and slowly roved over the assembled death-eaters. Harry immediately knew who it was, for only one person could inspire the amount of fear that Harry could feel pouring off the death-eaters- Voldemort. Strangely, Harry's scar didn't hurt him at all; he felt no pain, not even a twinge. Something was definitely up.
Fortunately Harry didn't have to wait long to find out what it was. "Wormtail, bring in the girl," hissed Voldemort. A small man with thinning hair and a silver hand crept forth from the awaiting crowd and bent to kiss the mans robes. Harry knew who it was; Peter Petigrew, the man who betrayed his family. A deep sense of rage boiled up from the depth of Harry's consciousness. He growled slightly.
"A-as you w-wish, my lord" Wormtail quivered. The man was pale and it seemed the last ten years were not very good on the man. Harry, along with the other death eaters waited for his return. In came Wormtail and dragging from his arms was a thin girl with long black hair and deep brown eyes. She was crying and Harry knew that, whatever was going to happen was not going to be good. "Where is it?" Voldemort whispered.
The girl raised her head and proudly answered, "I have no clue what you're asking!" "CRUCIO!" The pain rushed through Harry's scar like a bolt of lighting and he screamed along with the girl, long and loud. After what seemed like and eternity, the pain stopped. "Again, where is the Staff of Merlin? Is it in Ashland Lanes? Answer me!" The girl slowly raised her head and spat. "I wouldn't tell a vile, disgusting worm like you anything!" "Wrong answer. CRUCIO!" The pain engulfed Harry's mind and before he awoke, a deadly voice cried, "Avada Kedavra! Wormtail, get to Ashland Lane and search every house for that Staff! Now!"//
Harry yanked himself out of bed and ran out the portrait, ignoring the pain that flashed through his head, and dashed through Draco's doorway. "Wake up! I just had a vision!" Yanking the covers off of a sleeping Draco, Harry rushed through his story. A moment later, Draco threw on an over robe and grabbed his wand off his nightstand. "You're sure he said the Staff of Merlin?" Harry nodded as he followed Draco's pale form to wake Snape. "I'm sure. Why is the staff so important?" Draco stared at Harry and said, "Later. We need to wake everyone up. Take Weasley and Dumbledore. I'll get Snape and the others. Go, now." Harry nodded and took off, the whole time wondering what the hell was going on?
AN: I know this chapter isn't like it was in the beginning but this is really just writing itself. I like to thank those who review and those who review repeatedly, over and over again. Thank you and I love you all! ~Ta-ta
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Harry didn't sleep that night. Or the night after that. Instead, he sat curled in front of the fireplace with an old spell book from the library resting on his knees. Though it was still summer vacation for the students as well as the teachers, Harry took advantage of the empty library to skim through some old books and brush up on his spells. He had already made it past the fifth years "Standard Book of Spells" and was half way through the next.
Dumbledore had come and gone- dropping off books full of dark arts spells and forbidden enchantments- and was very surprised to find Harry had his old wand back. Harry didn't even try to explain; he just shooed the old man out of his private rooms. As the days slowly passed and the beginning of the new school year encroached upon his summer, Snape and Draco heavily pushed Harry's lessons.
Sometimes Harry and Draco ate in the Great Hall with the other teachers- who was shocked as hell to find Harry back and innocent- but most of the time they ate in Harry's private chambers. Because of the combination of living in the castle and helping Harry with his spell lessons, the trio of Draco, Harry and Snape quickly became fast friends and Harry's only confidents. And Harry had the suspicious feeling of falling in love with Draco Malfoy. Sometimes when Draco moved a certain way, Harry caught himself holding his breath and admiring Draco's silent beauty. But then Harry would remember that anyone who loved him had a habit of dying on him and he would pull himself away from his idyll fantasy.
Than one night a month into the summer it happened; Harry had a vision.
//Harry stood in a darkened room lit only by the light of a fire roaring loudly in a huge fireplace. The light danced off wooden walls and over a red plush chair situated in the middle of a large room. Standing, silent as shadows, stood over thirty death-eaters. No one moved; not the air and not the bodies of any of the awaiting death-eaters.
Their gazes where locked on the man sitting calmly and quietly in the afore mentioned chair. Red eyes stared out of deep sunken eyes and slowly roved over the assembled death-eaters. Harry immediately knew who it was, for only one person could inspire the amount of fear that Harry could feel pouring off the death-eaters- Voldemort. Strangely, Harry's scar didn't hurt him at all; he felt no pain, not even a twinge. Something was definitely up.
Fortunately Harry didn't have to wait long to find out what it was. "Wormtail, bring in the girl," hissed Voldemort. A small man with thinning hair and a silver hand crept forth from the awaiting crowd and bent to kiss the mans robes. Harry knew who it was; Peter Petigrew, the man who betrayed his family. A deep sense of rage boiled up from the depth of Harry's consciousness. He growled slightly.
"A-as you w-wish, my lord" Wormtail quivered. The man was pale and it seemed the last ten years were not very good on the man. Harry, along with the other death eaters waited for his return. In came Wormtail and dragging from his arms was a thin girl with long black hair and deep brown eyes. She was crying and Harry knew that, whatever was going to happen was not going to be good. "Where is it?" Voldemort whispered.
The girl raised her head and proudly answered, "I have no clue what you're asking!" "CRUCIO!" The pain rushed through Harry's scar like a bolt of lighting and he screamed along with the girl, long and loud. After what seemed like and eternity, the pain stopped. "Again, where is the Staff of Merlin? Is it in Ashland Lanes? Answer me!" The girl slowly raised her head and spat. "I wouldn't tell a vile, disgusting worm like you anything!" "Wrong answer. CRUCIO!" The pain engulfed Harry's mind and before he awoke, a deadly voice cried, "Avada Kedavra! Wormtail, get to Ashland Lane and search every house for that Staff! Now!"//
Harry yanked himself out of bed and ran out the portrait, ignoring the pain that flashed through his head, and dashed through Draco's doorway. "Wake up! I just had a vision!" Yanking the covers off of a sleeping Draco, Harry rushed through his story. A moment later, Draco threw on an over robe and grabbed his wand off his nightstand. "You're sure he said the Staff of Merlin?" Harry nodded as he followed Draco's pale form to wake Snape. "I'm sure. Why is the staff so important?" Draco stared at Harry and said, "Later. We need to wake everyone up. Take Weasley and Dumbledore. I'll get Snape and the others. Go, now." Harry nodded and took off, the whole time wondering what the hell was going on?
AN: I know this chapter isn't like it was in the beginning but this is really just writing itself. I like to thank those who review and those who review repeatedly, over and over again. Thank you and I love you all! ~Ta-ta