"Bittersweet"
A/N: Welcome! I shall delay you no further...
Disclaimer: Well, a bit more of a delay. I don't own any characters in this story, but I do lay claim to the plot and the spell created in this chapter.
I was in a rush for this chapter to be up, so it may not be that good, sorry!
Chapter 14: Benedictio Americorum
(Latin: The blessings of the friends)
"You have to go inside Harry's mind."
Dead silence filtered over the room. Hermione said something that was eating away at all of their minds.
"Er, Professor, isn't Harry, er, dead?"
Madam Pomfrey spoke before Dumbledore could. "No. It was a glitch in the muggle system."
Relief wrapped around everyone like a blanket. Ginny's eyes were red and bloodshot, but she smiled. "Professor, what do we have to do?"
"Well, I can only transfer you into his mind. You have to get him back. There will be many copies of him, but you'll know when you've found the real one. Look for him in the places you wouldn't expect him to be in, like a large area of death."
They nodded.
And so he set them up. Harry, remarkably still asleep, was moved to a chair. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny formed a circle around him, held hands, and closed their eyes.
Dumbledore nodded.
The four began chanting in perfect unison.
"In nomine Benedictio Americorum."
~*~
Sirius couldn't help but stare at the four. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were levitating a few feet off the ground, and Harry was glowing green, red, gold and silver. Yes, quite difficult to ignore, indeed.
The whole room was blinded in white light. Once it cleared out, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were no where to be seen. Dumbledore looked at everyone else.
"They're in. It's up to them now."
~*~
The three landed uncomfortably, looking around them. They said nothing as they took in the sights. Ginny's eyes filled with tears and Hermione gasped.
Harry's mind was taken up by a huge graveyard that shot chills up and down your side. The grass was curdled and black, the fence looming over the three friends, making them shudder.
Ron pointed to the far left. They were much relieved to see something good- the Burrow. The Weasley clan, Remus, Sirius, Arabella, and some of the teachers walked around it, laughing happily. The Harry that was there twirled and dipped the Ginny. Ginny lifted up her hand longingly, and Hermione grabbed it and pushed it down to Ginny's side.
"That's not the real Harry. Remember, Dumbledore said he'd be in a large area of death, and that we'd see a lot of Harrys."
Ginny nodded, fighting tears. Ron took Hermione's hand and walked towards the graveyard. "C'mon."
~*~
They'd been walking through the graveyard for what seemed like hours. They were in his nightmare area right now. Ginny wished she had never seen what Harry had to go through. There had been one with Cedric, bloody and bruised, telling Harry that it was his entire fault. There was another of the Third Task- Harry had never recounted the details for them, and Ron couldn't imagine why, no one should have to go through that alone.
They were approaching the edge of the next nightmare, or perhaps the edge of a good dream. You could never tell, but it was obvious when the dream switched- the air felt different, right down to your bones.
They walked in slowly, and Ginny stopped dead, Hermione then Ron bumping after her, all of them with identical looks of horror on their faces.
They had entered a room of some sort. The wooden walls were so dirty that they were almost black. Cracks ran through them in intricate shapes, forming different images. A group of cracks formed a scowling Ron, another one a screaming Hermione, and another a Ginny with her back turned toward the bed. The floor was covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust.
The bed was in the middle of the room. It was an old metal cot, rusty, torn, and faded. Three figures were upon it, one lying down, and two sitting, hunched over the one lying down. One of the upright ones had red hair, a matted tangle that fell to her elbows. Her eyes were green, but her pupils were bright red, shining like lasers. Her clothes were matted and torn, it was impossible to tell what they once were.
The other person that was sitting on the bed had short, black, uncontrollable hair. His eyes were bright blue, surrounding a piercing red like the women's. His clothes were much in the same state. Spectacles that were probably gold framed his face, almost as blackened as his clothes.
Lying on the bed was a boy that looked remarkably like the man. His eyes were closed, and he was shaking. His dark hair shifted to reveal a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
The Potter family sat on the bed.
A/N: Welcome! I shall delay you no further...
Disclaimer: Well, a bit more of a delay. I don't own any characters in this story, but I do lay claim to the plot and the spell created in this chapter.
I was in a rush for this chapter to be up, so it may not be that good, sorry!
Chapter 14: Benedictio Americorum
(Latin: The blessings of the friends)
"You have to go inside Harry's mind."
Dead silence filtered over the room. Hermione said something that was eating away at all of their minds.
"Er, Professor, isn't Harry, er, dead?"
Madam Pomfrey spoke before Dumbledore could. "No. It was a glitch in the muggle system."
Relief wrapped around everyone like a blanket. Ginny's eyes were red and bloodshot, but she smiled. "Professor, what do we have to do?"
"Well, I can only transfer you into his mind. You have to get him back. There will be many copies of him, but you'll know when you've found the real one. Look for him in the places you wouldn't expect him to be in, like a large area of death."
They nodded.
And so he set them up. Harry, remarkably still asleep, was moved to a chair. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny formed a circle around him, held hands, and closed their eyes.
Dumbledore nodded.
The four began chanting in perfect unison.
"In nomine Benedictio Americorum."
~*~
Sirius couldn't help but stare at the four. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were levitating a few feet off the ground, and Harry was glowing green, red, gold and silver. Yes, quite difficult to ignore, indeed.
The whole room was blinded in white light. Once it cleared out, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were no where to be seen. Dumbledore looked at everyone else.
"They're in. It's up to them now."
~*~
The three landed uncomfortably, looking around them. They said nothing as they took in the sights. Ginny's eyes filled with tears and Hermione gasped.
Harry's mind was taken up by a huge graveyard that shot chills up and down your side. The grass was curdled and black, the fence looming over the three friends, making them shudder.
Ron pointed to the far left. They were much relieved to see something good- the Burrow. The Weasley clan, Remus, Sirius, Arabella, and some of the teachers walked around it, laughing happily. The Harry that was there twirled and dipped the Ginny. Ginny lifted up her hand longingly, and Hermione grabbed it and pushed it down to Ginny's side.
"That's not the real Harry. Remember, Dumbledore said he'd be in a large area of death, and that we'd see a lot of Harrys."
Ginny nodded, fighting tears. Ron took Hermione's hand and walked towards the graveyard. "C'mon."
~*~
They'd been walking through the graveyard for what seemed like hours. They were in his nightmare area right now. Ginny wished she had never seen what Harry had to go through. There had been one with Cedric, bloody and bruised, telling Harry that it was his entire fault. There was another of the Third Task- Harry had never recounted the details for them, and Ron couldn't imagine why, no one should have to go through that alone.
They were approaching the edge of the next nightmare, or perhaps the edge of a good dream. You could never tell, but it was obvious when the dream switched- the air felt different, right down to your bones.
They walked in slowly, and Ginny stopped dead, Hermione then Ron bumping after her, all of them with identical looks of horror on their faces.
They had entered a room of some sort. The wooden walls were so dirty that they were almost black. Cracks ran through them in intricate shapes, forming different images. A group of cracks formed a scowling Ron, another one a screaming Hermione, and another a Ginny with her back turned toward the bed. The floor was covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust.
The bed was in the middle of the room. It was an old metal cot, rusty, torn, and faded. Three figures were upon it, one lying down, and two sitting, hunched over the one lying down. One of the upright ones had red hair, a matted tangle that fell to her elbows. Her eyes were green, but her pupils were bright red, shining like lasers. Her clothes were matted and torn, it was impossible to tell what they once were.
The other person that was sitting on the bed had short, black, uncontrollable hair. His eyes were bright blue, surrounding a piercing red like the women's. His clothes were much in the same state. Spectacles that were probably gold framed his face, almost as blackened as his clothes.
Lying on the bed was a boy that looked remarkably like the man. His eyes were closed, and he was shaking. His dark hair shifted to reveal a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
The Potter family sat on the bed.