Hey guys, here I go again. Dunno why but I feel drawn to this story, can't stop writing it. Wish I could feel the say about 'Black Horizon', cos that's a story which I really want to tell.
Chapter 4
As Thomas opened the wide door, there was a crash of thunder outside, and he could see it momentarily light up the room which he was entering. The entire room was designed in a 'twenties' fashion. All it bared was a small round table, which had a glass of water on top, at which rested two lounge chairs. On the wall to his left, there was a smaller door. On the far wall, there was a large window, opening onto the heavens, and at the window was a tired looking man, a long silver beard tucked into his belt and flowing purple robes. As he heard the door open, the man turned to Thomas. Standing there, his eyes sparkled with untold happiness, though his lips didn't twitch, and all the fatigue left his face. "At last." He gasped in his old yet alert voice. "Welcome, Harry Potter. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore." Thomas didn't know what to say, people were now calling him Harry Potter so often, he began to feel that it was his true name. "It's an honour to meet you." Said Thomas, there was a moments silence where he felt Dumbledore was scrutinising him. He added a "Sir" For good measure. Another moments silence. "No, the honour is all mine." Another moment, Dumbledore looking intently at Thomas over his half-moon spectacles. "Please come sit down." Dumbledore pointed at the two large chairs with the small table. As they both sat in the chairs, Thomas noticed a small silver box in the centre of the table. Dumbledore picked this up and began twirling it between his fingers.
Another silence. "I imagine that right now, you are feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole, hmm?" Thomas nodded slightly. "You could say that." Dumbledore smiled. "I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees, because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate Harry?" Thomas thought for a moment. "No," he said finally "Why not?" "Because," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life." This he said with such finality, that Dumbledore was impressed. "I know exactly what you mean." He said. "Let me tell you why you are here. You are here because you know something. What you know you cannot explain. But you feel it; you have felt it for the past three years. That there is something wrong with the world, you do not what it is, but it is there, like a splinter in your mind driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me."
There was dreadfully long silence here, as Dumbledore allowed Thomas some time to digest what had just been said, after a minute, or two, or maybe even five, Thomas slowly nodded. "Do you know what I am talking about?" Without thinking, Thomas answered, saying a small word that had been written once on his monitor. "Magic." Dumbledore smiled, he leaned forward and spoke again. "Do you know what IT is? Magic is everywhere. It is all around us, even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It makes up the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth." As Dumbledore finished, Thomas asked. "What truth?" "That you are a slave, Harry Potter. Like many of us, you were forced into bondage, forced into a prison you cannot smell nor taste nor touch. A prison for your memories." As Thomas attempted to contemplate this sentence, Dumbledore continued. "Unfortunately, no one can be told what Magic is. You have to see it for yourself."
At this point, Dumbledore stopped twirling the small silver box. He tipped the contents into his hands, and held both out. "This, is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill." Dumbledore opened his left hand to reveal a small blue capsule "The story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill." Dumbledore opened his right hand, to reveal a red capsule, identical in shape to the first. "You stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes." Thomas thought, for a long time. The severity of what he was about to do was only beginning to penetrate him. With a little thought, he picked up the glass, took the red pill, and gulped it down.
From behind his half moon glasses, Dumbledore smiled. He stood with a strength that held no similarity to his old body. "Follow me." With a little confusion Thomas followed Dumbledore through the small door, the door may have been small, but behind it, Thomas saw something he had never yet witnessed before, or at least, anything he remembered.
As he walked in, he saw bleached girl, Hermione and Seamus. But there was a third person with them that he didn't recognise, a thin man with a drawling face, and sleeked blonde hair. "Seamus, are you tuned in?" Sandy haired Seamus was nodding, it was only now that Thomas realised what he had in front of him. He had a piece of thick yellow paper, which resembled parchment, full of scrawled handwriting. Seamus was holding a feather in his hand, Thomas realised it was a quill. But it was not this that had written the words, as Thomas looked on, the sheet of parchment seemed to be filling itself with writing.
"Time is always against us," said Dumbledore, "please, take a seat." Hermione was standing next to a large chair, and she signalled for him to sit on it. As he did, she began to strap his arms and legs down. "Did you do all this?" He asked her, she merely nodded.
After Thomas was all strapped in, Hermione sat next to Bleached girl, who was sitting in front of a board covered in rune stones, and she constantly tapped them with her stick thing. Dumbledore approached Thomas, and looked at him shrewdly. "The pill you took was charmed with a tracer. It was designed to search and find a memory cap that was placed on your mind, so that we could destroy it and reveal to you a memory that was hidden." Thomas just looked up at him, confused. "What does that mean?" "It means buckle your seat belt Dorothy." Said the man with bright blonde hair. "'Cos Kansas is going bye-bye."
Thomas turned away and noticed a mirror next to him; it was cracked in several places. He stared at it intently, focusing on the cracks. Before his very eyes, the cracks disappeared, making the mirrors surface completely smooth. "Did you..." He was speechless, the events of the passed twenty minutes were enough to make anyone's head drop off, but this really topped it all.
"Have you ever had a dream, Harry, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake up from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?" Taking his eyes off the mirror, Thomas looked at Dumbledore, who was intently watching Thomas' every move. "This can't be-" "Be what?" interrupted Dumbledore, "be real?"
Thomas looked back at the mirror. And set his hand on it, he was so stunned at what was happening, the fact that the straps holding his right hand down was completely gone. To his further astonishment, his hand pushed through the surface of the mirror, as if it was thick mud. As his hand receded from the mirror, some of the thick silvery goo stuck to his fingers, he tried to shake it off, but to his terror, the substance climbed up his arm, towards his face.
As the mirror-mud climbed past his neck, Thomas' consciousness began to fade, as if from a long way off, he heard Hermione say. "He's going into replication." Dumbledore turned to Seamus who in turn said, "Still nothing." Dumbledore pulled another Orange box from his purple robes. "Ronald, we are going to need a signal soon." Then to Seamus again "Seamus, location!"
The sludge was oozing into his mouth now "Targeting, almost there!" called Seamus, Thomas could hear everyone's voice as if from over a mile away. "He's going into arrest!" Hermione was sounding very distressed but almost an instant later Seamus called "Lock! I got him!" Almost instantly, Dumbledore put the orange box to his mouth. "Now Ronald, now!" With that, Thomas felt the mirror harden in his throat, a sharp pain down his spine, then all was black, and he felt no more.
A/N
Ooooh, creepy! Well, now that we got some of the introduction out of the way, we can get moving on some of the excitement! HA!
Chapter 4
As Thomas opened the wide door, there was a crash of thunder outside, and he could see it momentarily light up the room which he was entering. The entire room was designed in a 'twenties' fashion. All it bared was a small round table, which had a glass of water on top, at which rested two lounge chairs. On the wall to his left, there was a smaller door. On the far wall, there was a large window, opening onto the heavens, and at the window was a tired looking man, a long silver beard tucked into his belt and flowing purple robes. As he heard the door open, the man turned to Thomas. Standing there, his eyes sparkled with untold happiness, though his lips didn't twitch, and all the fatigue left his face. "At last." He gasped in his old yet alert voice. "Welcome, Harry Potter. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore." Thomas didn't know what to say, people were now calling him Harry Potter so often, he began to feel that it was his true name. "It's an honour to meet you." Said Thomas, there was a moments silence where he felt Dumbledore was scrutinising him. He added a "Sir" For good measure. Another moments silence. "No, the honour is all mine." Another moment, Dumbledore looking intently at Thomas over his half-moon spectacles. "Please come sit down." Dumbledore pointed at the two large chairs with the small table. As they both sat in the chairs, Thomas noticed a small silver box in the centre of the table. Dumbledore picked this up and began twirling it between his fingers.
Another silence. "I imagine that right now, you are feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole, hmm?" Thomas nodded slightly. "You could say that." Dumbledore smiled. "I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees, because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate Harry?" Thomas thought for a moment. "No," he said finally "Why not?" "Because," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life." This he said with such finality, that Dumbledore was impressed. "I know exactly what you mean." He said. "Let me tell you why you are here. You are here because you know something. What you know you cannot explain. But you feel it; you have felt it for the past three years. That there is something wrong with the world, you do not what it is, but it is there, like a splinter in your mind driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me."
There was dreadfully long silence here, as Dumbledore allowed Thomas some time to digest what had just been said, after a minute, or two, or maybe even five, Thomas slowly nodded. "Do you know what I am talking about?" Without thinking, Thomas answered, saying a small word that had been written once on his monitor. "Magic." Dumbledore smiled, he leaned forward and spoke again. "Do you know what IT is? Magic is everywhere. It is all around us, even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It makes up the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth." As Dumbledore finished, Thomas asked. "What truth?" "That you are a slave, Harry Potter. Like many of us, you were forced into bondage, forced into a prison you cannot smell nor taste nor touch. A prison for your memories." As Thomas attempted to contemplate this sentence, Dumbledore continued. "Unfortunately, no one can be told what Magic is. You have to see it for yourself."
At this point, Dumbledore stopped twirling the small silver box. He tipped the contents into his hands, and held both out. "This, is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill." Dumbledore opened his left hand to reveal a small blue capsule "The story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill." Dumbledore opened his right hand, to reveal a red capsule, identical in shape to the first. "You stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes." Thomas thought, for a long time. The severity of what he was about to do was only beginning to penetrate him. With a little thought, he picked up the glass, took the red pill, and gulped it down.
From behind his half moon glasses, Dumbledore smiled. He stood with a strength that held no similarity to his old body. "Follow me." With a little confusion Thomas followed Dumbledore through the small door, the door may have been small, but behind it, Thomas saw something he had never yet witnessed before, or at least, anything he remembered.
As he walked in, he saw bleached girl, Hermione and Seamus. But there was a third person with them that he didn't recognise, a thin man with a drawling face, and sleeked blonde hair. "Seamus, are you tuned in?" Sandy haired Seamus was nodding, it was only now that Thomas realised what he had in front of him. He had a piece of thick yellow paper, which resembled parchment, full of scrawled handwriting. Seamus was holding a feather in his hand, Thomas realised it was a quill. But it was not this that had written the words, as Thomas looked on, the sheet of parchment seemed to be filling itself with writing.
"Time is always against us," said Dumbledore, "please, take a seat." Hermione was standing next to a large chair, and she signalled for him to sit on it. As he did, she began to strap his arms and legs down. "Did you do all this?" He asked her, she merely nodded.
After Thomas was all strapped in, Hermione sat next to Bleached girl, who was sitting in front of a board covered in rune stones, and she constantly tapped them with her stick thing. Dumbledore approached Thomas, and looked at him shrewdly. "The pill you took was charmed with a tracer. It was designed to search and find a memory cap that was placed on your mind, so that we could destroy it and reveal to you a memory that was hidden." Thomas just looked up at him, confused. "What does that mean?" "It means buckle your seat belt Dorothy." Said the man with bright blonde hair. "'Cos Kansas is going bye-bye."
Thomas turned away and noticed a mirror next to him; it was cracked in several places. He stared at it intently, focusing on the cracks. Before his very eyes, the cracks disappeared, making the mirrors surface completely smooth. "Did you..." He was speechless, the events of the passed twenty minutes were enough to make anyone's head drop off, but this really topped it all.
"Have you ever had a dream, Harry, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake up from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?" Taking his eyes off the mirror, Thomas looked at Dumbledore, who was intently watching Thomas' every move. "This can't be-" "Be what?" interrupted Dumbledore, "be real?"
Thomas looked back at the mirror. And set his hand on it, he was so stunned at what was happening, the fact that the straps holding his right hand down was completely gone. To his further astonishment, his hand pushed through the surface of the mirror, as if it was thick mud. As his hand receded from the mirror, some of the thick silvery goo stuck to his fingers, he tried to shake it off, but to his terror, the substance climbed up his arm, towards his face.
As the mirror-mud climbed past his neck, Thomas' consciousness began to fade, as if from a long way off, he heard Hermione say. "He's going into replication." Dumbledore turned to Seamus who in turn said, "Still nothing." Dumbledore pulled another Orange box from his purple robes. "Ronald, we are going to need a signal soon." Then to Seamus again "Seamus, location!"
The sludge was oozing into his mouth now "Targeting, almost there!" called Seamus, Thomas could hear everyone's voice as if from over a mile away. "He's going into arrest!" Hermione was sounding very distressed but almost an instant later Seamus called "Lock! I got him!" Almost instantly, Dumbledore put the orange box to his mouth. "Now Ronald, now!" With that, Thomas felt the mirror harden in his throat, a sharp pain down his spine, then all was black, and he felt no more.
A/N
Ooooh, creepy! Well, now that we got some of the introduction out of the way, we can get moving on some of the excitement! HA!
