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Prophetess Of Hearts- Ya. I do not know why but whenever I try to write Dursley, I spell it wrong. I try to fix it in every chapter, but I must have missed one. I apologize for it. I will reread each chapter one more time so it doesn't happen again. Again I apologize.
HARRY POTTER AND THE STAFF OF POWER
Chapter 4- Abscondere Absque Magicus
Harry was having a hard time going to sleep. He wanted tomorrow to come as quickly as possible. He wanted to leave the Dursleys for the summer and go back to his home. To go back to Hogwarts.
Tossing and turning kept him from falling asleep. Thought and visions clouded his mind like they have always had. Harry tried not to think of them, yet they preyed on him mind too much. It was hard to try to forget what he has seen in his four years at Hogwarts. It seemed that every year had a unforgettable memory. Whether it was Quirrell going after the stone, Tom Riddle and his diary trying to kill kids in the school, hearing his parent's voices whenever Dementors are near, or seeing Cedric die and seeing his parents for the very first time.
His parents he thought. He had seen them as if they were alive. They were alive, but they were dead. Professor Dumbledore said that nobody survived the killing curse 'Avada Kedavra.' What if he was wrong? Maybe after the curse hit them, some of them fled from their body and was a spirit? Then how did they come out of Voldemort's wand when his and Harry's met? It did not make any sense. Nothing made sense anymore. What did make sense is that the most evil wizard the world has ever known has tried countless times to kill him. That is what made sense.
Out of nowhere, Harry heard a noise by his bed. He took his lamp and was about to him the thing that was making the noise with it. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was just James. He was startled by James who slithered onto Harry's bed. James made his way next to Harry and spoke.
"What is wrong, you do not look well?"
"I was just thinking of what happened last year and all the years before that."
"Oh, would you like to talk about it."
"Not really, nobody ever understands what goes on in my head."
"You can try."
Harry wondered whether he should tell his new pet his whole life story. He thought and then a smile emerged on his face.
"Okay, it would be good to get it off my chest. Besides, even if you wanted to tell anyone, only a couple of people could hear you. You know all about me and what I did when I was one year old, correct?"
"Correct."
"Well that is only about half of it."
Harry told James about his whole life. About his time at the Dursleys and about his first four years at Hogwarts. James tried to break in during the story, but Harry just kept going until he was finished.
**********************Two Hours Later*************************
Finally after around two hours Harry was finished. He felt better telling someone and getting all his thoughts off of his chest.
James replied to Harry's story.
"Then it seems that the Dark Lord has risen again?"
"Yes, he has. It was all my fault too."
"Harry, it was not your fault. Voldemort would have risen regardless of you. If he could not have gotten you, he would have been tired of waiting and found someone else for the spell."
"But how do you know that?"
"Harry, I will tell you something that I wish you do not say to anyone else. Can you do that?"
"Yes, I can."
"Since I am not with my old master, I shall speak of our time together. I should not speak of him because we our bound. But my master has grown evil and I do not want to resume loyal to him. I hate him for what he has done to me and the world"
"Okay." Harry wondered what his master could have done for his pet to break his bind with him.
"Do not get upset when I tell you this. My old master was Voldemort."
"WHAT! What do you mean your old master? VOLDEMORT! How can I not get upset?"
Harry was yelling. He calmed down his tone so he would not wake the Dursleys.
"Calm down Harry. I was in a shop in Diagon Alley when Tom Riddle came in. Basilisks can sense wizards that can speak Parseltongue, so I was intrigued that this young man could. There was not a wizard which could do it in a very long time. The wizard bought me and I was his pet. Then what I saw before me scared me. Tom was studying the dark arts all throughout his time at Hogwarts and after. I did not know of this for a while, so I shared some of the basilisk secrets with him I regret doing this, but I did not know what he was until it was too late."
"What do you mean you shared some of your secrets?"
"See Harry, speaking Parseltongue is a gift onto itself. Not only can you speak to all forms of snakes, but you also have a magic that no other wizard can possibly have."
Harry was shocked at those words. What does he have that no other wizard but Voldemort had? What could be this other magic be?
"What is this other magic?"
"When you cast your spells you speak a language that allows you want to then make the spell happen. Did you never wonder what would happen if you said a spell in Parseltongue?"
Harry froze, to his pets view; something on the wall looked very interesting. Harry was just staring for a moment and thinking. Why hadn't he thought of it before? The thought never occurred to him. He could speak Parseltongue and cast spells. Why did he not put it together? But then why hadn't he found any books on the subject. Surly Hermione would have found some book on it in Harry's second year when she found out he was a Parseltongue.
"Um, James. I never knew that one could do the kind of magic that you speak of. My friend Hermione is very smart. She pretty much knows all the books in the library. If this kind of magic is possible, why isn't there any books on it?"
"See Harry, wizards that can speak Parseltongue keep this ability as one of their most guarded secrets. You can not use this kind of magic out in the public. This kind of magic is mostly dark magic. There can hardly be any good done from this. If anyone found out that a wizard was doing these spells, they would be thrown in Azkaban. Now you can see why there was never a book about this subject."
Harry nodded.
"If there are no books written about them, then how do you know of it?"
"You are indeed clever, much like Mr. Riddle"
Harry hated being compared to Voldemort.
"When I was young, I used to live with a wizards who would use this magic. Where he learned it from I am not certain. I asked him about it and he told me all about it"
"What you do mean when you were young. You look like a baby now"
If a snake could laugh, Harry could have sworn that it would right now.
"As you well know, looks can be deceiving. I am four hundred and fifty years old."
"WHAT?"
"I know you are not surprised. The basilisk that was in the Chamber of Secrets was hundreds of years old. That was a form of the basilisk that does not live as long as the others. The smaller the basilisk, the longer it lives."
"So you are saying that I can do dark magic?"
"That is correct."
"But why would I ever want to use dark magic, I hate what it is and I hate what it does."
"Even thought most of the spells are evil, some do have practical use. One that Mr. Riddle found out when he was your age was a spell that could block out any outgoing and incoming spells. He used it to practice magic outside of Hogwarts."
"So you are saying that I could cast this spell and they ministry would never know that I was doing magic outside of Hogwarts."
"Yes."
"Wow. That really is a great spell, well, if it wasn't evil. If only I could get my wand to try it out."
"You mean you do not have your wand?"
"Ya, my Aunt and Uncle take away my trunk when I am here. They lock it in a shed outside in the backyard. Then they lock it was a lock and Uncle Vernon has the key with him. If only I could get out there."
Harry sat with James on his bed while he was thinking. How could he get his trunk? He just had to. He would be tomorrow when he left with Professor Dumbledore, but that wasn't soon enough. He had to try the spell James was talking about now. He thought that he probably wouldn't get a chance to do it at Hogwarts. They have detectors that can trace any forms of dark magic.
While he was thinking, Hedwig flew back into his room and perched herself on his bed. She looked directly at James, but ignored him and went to Harry. She delivered all his letters and came back this fast. She must have been going faster than she usually goes. As he took the letters off of Hedwig, a light went off in his head. HEDWIG. That was the answer.
She could fly downstairs and get Uncle Vernon's keys. She wouldn't make any noise on the floor or the stairs.
Harry told Hedwig his plan and she hooted as if to know what to do. Harry opened his door and let Hedwig fly downstairs. Harry hoped that she would get the keys. He needed his wand.
*********************Five Minutes Later*************************
Hedwig flew back up to Harry's room. He did not know how she found the keys, but she did. He remembered Uncle Vernon putting a Master Lock on the shed. He didn't know what a Master Key looked like, but he sorted threw the keys and didn't find one. Maybe Uncle Vernon duplicated the key and substituted that key with the original thinking Harry would try to find it. This plan seemed to smart for Uncle Vernon. Harry would just have to go to the backyard and see if any of the keys worked.
He thought about how to get outside without the Dursleys hearing. Hedwig hooted for Harry to give her his attention when she motioned for him to follow her. Harry was about to follow when he realized James was still on his bed.
"James, we are going outside, do you want to come?"
"Yes"
"Okay, then slither onto my arm and hold on."
Without a response, James slithered onto Harry's arm and the three of them made there way threw the house and to the backyard.
Harry saw a light go on his Uncle Vernon's and Aunt Petunia's room. He heard talking then what it sounded like Uncle Vernon saying go back to sleep. Harry made a deep sigh of relief as made his way threw the backyard. Harry walked to the shed and quickly went threw the keys to find a match for the lock. He was at the last key and then nothing. None of the keys worked.
"Bloody hell." Harry tried not to yell, but it didn't work.
He had yelled this. Much to his surprise, nobody heard his yell. Hedwig looked at him and took off again.
"Hedwig, come back here. Come back now. Please." Hedwig did not respond to Harry's requests.
"Great, I'm out here with a snake and now my owl has left me."
**********************Five Minutes Later************************
Hedwig flew back to Harry and landed on the grass at his feet. Just before Harry was going to yell at her, he noticed something in her mouth. IT WAS THE KEY! How in the hell did his owl find the key to this lock. He did not want to know how she did it, but she did. He took the key out of her mouth and quickly unlocked the shed, opened his trunk, took out his wand and locked the shed back up. He gave the key back to Hedwig.
"When you are done go back to my room."
Hedwig hooted as best as she could with a key in her mouth and Harry make the backwards trip he did coming down the stairs and made his way back up to his room.
"James, can you show me the spell that blocks out all other spells."
"Yes. It is actually quite easy. Since you can speak our language it should be no trouble to you."
"You mean that you can do the spell if you don't speak Parseltongue?"
"Yes and No. The words are the part of the spell. Only a Parseltongue can say the words. That has not stopped the dark lord's followers to try to duplicate it. They were of course always unsuccessful."
Harry smiled at the thought of Lucius Malfoy trying to hiss and say the spell. He shook his head and thought about what he was trying to get out of James.
"Okay, so what is the spell?"
"The spell is Abscondere Absque Magicus."
"I think I got it."
"Do not worry if you do not get it the first try. It took Mr. Riddle a couple of weeks to get it."
Not listening to what James just said, Harry's concentration was on the spell. He held out his wand, made a motion and hissed 'Abscondere Absque Magicus'.
What happened next almost startled Harry? A giant silver bubble has engulfed half the room and made an impenetrable barrier.
"Very good Harry, on the very first try. Congratulations."
Harry didn't feel quite as Happy as James, but he was happy none the less. As he was thinking of what spell to try to test out the bubble, he gripped his scar and was pulled into another vision.
Voldemort was standing on a chair facing a fire when he spoke.
"Harry, practicing dark magic are we? " Voldemort shook his finger to show Harry what it was bad.
"Light wizards are not supposed to practice dark magic."
Harry did something that he did not do in any other visions. He replied to Voldemort.
"If dark magic is the last resort to riding the world of you, then I would use it in a heartbeat."
Harry expected Voldemort to look angry, but he was quite the opposite.
Voldemort looked at Harry and again spoke.
"We are linked together you and I. When you feel hatred or anger I can see you as you can see me. I wondered about you using dark magic, but you already answered my question. That is how I started my ways Harry. We are not that much different you and I. By now you must realize that."
Voldemort held his want to his forehead and again laughed.
The next second Harry was on the floor with tears rolling down his cheeks with his hands gripping his scar on his forehead. He stood up and leaned on his bed. He again wondered why Voldemort held his wand to his forehead. Now that Harry had his wand, there was only one way to find out.
Harry held out his wand with the tightest grip that he could muster. He closed his eyes and thrust his wand to his scar. All he could see threw his eyelids was a bright green light coming from his wand. This was the light that only came from the killing curse. If so, then why was it coming from his wand? Harry then felt as if electricity was flowing threw his veins as blood. He felt strong. Not strong. He felt like he was more powerful then he could possibly imagine. He again felt that he was excited and scared to death. He would hide his wand under the floorboard in the floor and wait until tomorrow to practice again.
From being extremely tired an exhausted of what he had just learned and done, Harry had no trouble going to sleep. For tomorrow would be his last day at the Dursleys.
To Be Continued….
A/N: Sorry it took a little longer to get this chapter out. I was feeling lazy. Next chapter should be out either tomorrow or Monday. Thanx for the reviews. They mean a lot. *Tear, Tear*