The Coma Curse:
Chapter VI OccurrencesDisclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… Nor do I own the Coma Curse (Prongs does, it was used in A New Beginning.). I don't own this computer also, my mum does… I only own a bike and some cookies… Do you want one?
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A.N: Here's the sixth chapter! Where the action begins… So be prepared!
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"Harry," said Ron. "Where were you last night?"
Yesterday, Harry had gone for his training and after it, he had used a time-turner, so that no one would know he'd been gone.
But the 'plan' had failed.
Harry left the Common Room at 5PM but when he had used the Time-Turner, he had arrived 10PM. He didn't think anyone would have noticed. But Ron had. I guess Master Albus made a mistake… As strange as it sounds…
"I'll ask again, Harry," Ron hissed angrily. "Where were you? Or you think you are so great that you don't owe your friends an explanation when you suddenly disappear!"
Harry became annoyed at this. He had been training to increase his powers! All to save you and the rest of the Wizarding World!
"So, aren't you going to answer me?" the redheaded made a movement to slap Harry, but the Mage caught his wrist first. "Ron." There was an edge on his voice, barely noticeable as he said this. "You have been my friend for a long time, but I warn you: mind your business, not mine. If you can't do that, I fear that our friendship will not last much longer."
Ron looked as if Harry had slapped him – despite the fact he had tried to do the same before. "You're saying that you don't want me as your friend anymore," he grabbed Harry's shoulders. "Aren't you?"
Harry sighed as he pushed Ron's hands off his shoulders. "It's not that, Ron…" He paused and chose his words carefully. "I'm just saying that I can't tell you everything!"
This seemed to anger to anger the redheaded boy more. "Whatever, Harry. Now it's me who doesn't want you as a friend." He looked at Harry in disgust. "Good bye, Potter."
Harry blinked the tears that were threading to fall. Looking around the common room, he was suddenly glad it was empty. All the students had already gone to their classes.
~ Good Bye, Potter ~
He took a deep breath, trying, unsuccessfully, to control his emotions. Harry had argued with Ron before, in his fourth year, but, somehow, this was different.
Then, Ron had been jealous. They didn't speak to each other but Harry knew it hadn't been his fault. He hadn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire. But, now, he knew Dumbledore forbid him to tell the truth… But he could have argued a little longer, he could have- Stop it, Potter! You don't know what could have happened!
Harry looked around the room, one more time. Sighing, he headed toward his dorm and packed his things. My Master said I could in our Training Chambers… After class I'll bring it there.
And with one last glance, Harry left the room.
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Tension. That'd be the right word to define the situation between Ron, Hermione and Harry. He had discovered the day after the argument with Ron that Hermione wasn't talking to him as well. Ron had probably told her he was hiding something, and after last term, she'd probably thought it was better to stay by Ron's side. Harry didn't know the whole reason, though. He knew, however, that leaving the dormitory made everything become worse.
This wasn't Harry's only problem, also. As the days passed, it became harder and harder to lie to James. He was always asking questions like? "Where have you been?" and, more recently: "Why aren't you and Ron talking?"
But good things happened as well. Harry had improved a lot in his training. It was good to know that if any attack happened at Hogwarts – which Harry thought was almost impossible, as the school was highly protected – he would be prepared to face it.
Tonight, Dumbledore called Harry to his office.
"Harry," he said gravely. "There was a kidnapping."
The mage stared at Dumbledore, a bit surprised for his bluntness. "Who was it, Master?"
Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid all of our efforts to hide your father were not enough."
Harry's eyes widened. "You- you mean…"
"I'm afraid so, Harry. James has been kidnapped."
Harry stayed in silence, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.
The older wizard looked at him, regretfully. "I fear we're going to need your help."
Harry nodded. "What can I do?" he whispered.
Dumbledore smiled proudly at his pupil, despite the situation. "Voldemort captured James to use him as a bait – but we'll be prepared for him. I want you to pretend that you are a Death Eater – they use masks so there won't be a problem of recognizing you. Severus will alert us when he's called.
"What you need to do is enter their fortress and try to save James. Do not, I repeat, do not fight the Dark Lord. You may be very powerful but Voldemort has his Death Eaters to back him up. You, though, will have only Severus and a probably-injured James."
Harry nodded again. "It won't be easy though, Master. And my father will find that I'm…" He trailed off, looking at the floor.
Dumbledore put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "He would have to find out sooner or later, Harry. He won't stop loving you because you're the Boy-Who-Lived or because we lied to him." His eyes twinkled. "And you can't be blamed for that. I forbid you to tell him. And he wouldn't be mad at this old wizard, would he?"
Harry laughed a little. "When do you think Voldemort will call Sn- I mean, Professor Snape, Master?"
"I don't know, Harry… But we can wait and see." He grabbed something from his pocket. "Lemon drops?"
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It was past midnight when Harry returned to his Dorm, he knew he had to Ron. With Hermione, he had decided before, Ron would be the one to explain this.
He changed to his pyjamas in the bathroom, as usually, and headed to Ron's bed. But, to his surprise, his friend was sitting on his bed.
Harry looked at him and sighed. "I think we need to talk."
Ron nodded, still in silence.
"Follow me." And they both exited the room.
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They sat by the fire, in the Common Room. Harry was staring at it, not knowing where to start.
Suddenly, they both heard steps. Turning around, they saw Hermione, looking startled at them. "I-I heard voices…"
"It's okay." Harry said, a bit forcefully. "You should hear this too."
She nodded and sat next to Ron.
Harry took a deep breath. "Do you remember when you asked what I was…hiding?"
They both nodded slowly, not knowing where this conversation was getting into.
You still want to know the truth? 'Cause I don't think it's important to hide it anymore."
But Ron wouldn't give in so easily. "Oh… Now the great Harry Potter wants to tell his friends what he'd been hiding!" He said sarcastically. "Do you think we're going to hear you just because you want us to? I'm leaving." He stood up abruptly but Hermione's hand stopped him. He looked at her. "What?"
"I don't think it would hurt to hear him out, Ron…"
"Hermione…"
"No, Ron! Why don't you sit and hear his side of the story? And for once, quit being so stubborn!"
He looked like he was going to say something but one glance at Hermione's determined face was enough to shut him up. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try…"
Harry nodded, mostly for himself than to his friends. "Alright… What I'm going to tell you seems very strange but, please, hear me out without making any comments. Is that okay with you?" He didn't wait for their answers. "Some time ago, I found out my father was alive…"
And so he told them the story. "Now, they want me to go to Voldemort and rescue my dad." He finished, looking intensely at their faces, waiting for an answer.
"But, Harry," Hermione said, still surprised from what she'd learned. "You're a Mage, right? I mean, aren't you very powerful? More so than You-Know-Who… You can defeat him!" In her voice there was a tone that said she was trying to convince herself that Harry would win.
Harry snorted. "Yes, I'm powerful, Hermione. But I'm not immortal and definitely, not omnipotent. I can be defeated… As any other human I have a weakness."
"And," Ron said. "What would that be?"
Harry smirked. "Do you really think I will tell you? I think not!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "And what do you think I would do if I knew? Tell You-Know-Who?"
"Wormtail did just that…"
The three of them shared a look and laughed. Somehow, them had forgiven each other already.
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Darkness.
James Potter stayed locked in a cell within the Dark Lord's fortress. He could almost feel the darkness this place held. This anger.
He shuddered at the thought of what would they do to him. Why do they want me here anyway? From what he knew, Voldemort wasn't the kidnapping type. He'd usually torture and kill the victim. But all in the same day. And that's when he did it himself! The bloody murderer sends his Death Eaters out to kill most of the time…
He sighed and looked at the corner of his prison, searching for answers yet, finding none.
Suddenly, a sound of steps alerted him he wasn't alone. He looked up to find two Death Eaters. One with a wand pointed at him (which he found quite silly as he was unarmed and could do nothing) while the other opened the cell.
"Master wants to see you."
They both grabbed James by the arms and lead him to Voldemort. To his doom.
TBC…
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