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Sup, all you people out there! Yes. I have been eating sugar! How could you tell? Anyways! This is the next chapter of my story but I guess you already figured that much out huh? Hehe. I know I know.lay off the sugar. I'll try to do that next time. 'Kay? Thanks for reading. Moon Music ;-)



The Sword of Griffindor

Harry was at this point, sitting patiently in the passageway. He was, of course, under the invisibility cloak, which had luckily been kept, in his trunk until the Weasley twins brought it to him. He had no idea, however, that they had taken out the Marauders Map and were, "holding on to it for Harry." Just until he was back to normal they reasoned.

As he sat, he watched all the students heading towards the Great Hall for lunch. He had discovered some food in the trunk the twins had brought him so he was good for the day. 'I'll have to go to the kitchens tomorrow though,' he thought to himself. He was still slightly amazed at the fact that, although he couldn't remember anything past the last day and a half, he knew the layout of the castle without even thinking. He supposed it was just drilled into his subconscious so remembering was being taken over by instinct.

Suddenly, Harry noticed how quiet it had become, and he realized everyone had made it to lunch. That gave him thirty minutes to get the sword and get out. Quickly he stood up and jogged down the hallways until he reached a large stone gargoyle. Then, he realized he didn't know the password for this entrance. Thinking hard, he remembered a book he had read the previous evening. It had contained the myth that if you focused and cleared your mind, the magic would gift you with knowledge. He knelt down and looked into the gargoyles eyes, clearing his mind as the book had instructed. Focusing on the feeling he was growing from deep in his mind, a word suddenly flashed white across the blankness he had called up.

Harry stood up smiling and glanced sideways at the figure in front of him. "Licorice Wands," he stated simply. As the door opened revealing the moving staircase ahead, Harry decided he would definitely be reading more on mythical powers tonight. Then, making sure he was completely covered by his cloak, he stepped onto the stairs.

Once he reached the top, Harry quickly put his ear to the door and listened intently. After several minutes of silence, he decided to risk it. His blood was pounding in his ears, but he was finding this whole experience quite exhilarating. Steadily, he pushed the heavy door open to reveal a large circular office. One quick glance around confirmed that no one was inside. He stealthily crept in so as not to set off any alarms.

Taking another glance at his watch, Harry established that he had exactly nineteen minutes to get out before he ran the risk of being discovered. He decided to look around at what else was in there. Slowly walking around the room, Harry glanced in the various cupboards, though he was careful not to touch anything in case he set off wards around them. He saw various interesting objects, though nothing that he would need or would find very useful in his current situation.

At this point, Harry was now in front of the last case. Knowing what he would find, he took a deep breath and glanced. He was stunned. The silver of the blade gleamed brightly up at him. The handle was a brilliant gold and studded down its length were large, luminescent rubies, twinkling at him like eyes. The whole sword was nestled in a length of maroon velvet and Harry felt as though it had been waiting for him. Slowly, he opened the case and reached in. He hefted the sword into his right hand and found he actually felt quite comfortable holding it. Its weight was perfectly balanced and it was as though it was a part of Harry. As if the magic had bonded them into one being. Glancing into the case again, he noticed a leather scabbard and immediately fastened it to his waste. Deftly, he strapped in the sword and turned to leave, knowing his time was up.

As he faced the door, he heard a sound behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed a phoenix staring him in the eye. After several seconds, it appeared to nod its head as though approving of what he was doing. Confused, Harry looked at the bird. Gently it sang a note, which Harry could feel on the air. Smiling, he knew that like with the sword, he had some unknown connection with this bird. Now at ease with himself, Harry calmly walked out the door and down the stairs. Ten minutes later, he could be found in one of the secret passageways, reading about phoenixes and the sword of Griffindor. Every page leading him closer to the truth he had never known about himself.