All right, I have a lot of things to say right. First of all, I want to thank my beta-reader, villageidiot333! Yes, villageidiot333 is the best, without her, I wouldn't be able to write this story! LOL! All right, enough of the conceitive-ness. Second of all, thank you to everyone who has reviewed.  I went to check my fanfiction thingy the day after I uploaded and was surprised to see that sooo many of you reviewed.  I'm still very surprised and happy. THANK YOU! Okay, I think I'll begin to thank all of you, starting with lily's fan (a very thank you so much for reviewing three times! Thank you! *blows hugs and kisses your way*), Laura Hermione Potter (Just wait a little longer, it will be coming this way), Frances (I know, I can't wait either!), selena (thank you, and don't worry voldie will be finding out soon enough, I think, I don't know how it will turn out yet), Starlight (I'm going as fast as I can! Hehehe…), sportbabe (thanx for the longest review I have ever had. Ummm…well, you already know what I will say or did say!), Lil' Phoenix (thanx, and as I said, I'm going as fast as I can!)…Third of all, I will be posting as fast as I can.  I really love all your comments and reviews! Thank you, every single one of you.  Heehehhe. I feel like I won an award. Heh, well, I am running out of room to type this note so all I can say for this chapter is that it's Halloween and many things will be revealed to both Harry and Briana. All right, that's it! Happy reading and don't forget to review!

Chapter 11: Halloween and Stuff

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 Ever since Hermione borrowed that book about the dark wizard, Ralien, she had been constantly mentioning him in between conversations she had with Ron and Harry.  On the morning of Halloween, she was sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor Table with Ron and Harry, reading the same book for the twentieth time. 

  "Can you believe this?" asked Hermione, shutting the book and drinking her juice. "Do you how amazing this story is? It's such a great piece of history."

  "I don't know.  But I bet you're going to tell us," said Harry.  Hermione gave him a glare. 

  "Well, it's really amazing because this part of history Professor Binns never told us and it's pretty action-packed.  But if you don't want to know, then I'm not going to tell you."

  "Oh, Herm, I want to know. Ignore Harry, and go on with your story," said Ron sweetly.  Harry rolled his eyes. 

  "Well, all right.  It was a several years before the founding of Hogwarts.  Like Professor Evans said, he tried to gain control of all of Britain.  He made this rod and named it the Golden Rod of Ralien.  With it, he almost gained control of all the magically creatures, except for the dragons and the phoenixes, which were quite abundant at that time.  Many good wizard and witches tried to hold him off and tried to destroy him but couldn't because he was already too powerful.  So Godric Gryffindor combined the blood of a dragon, I'm not sure what type of dragon, and flames of a phoenix and then he came up with a different type of fire.  Anyway, he named it the Green-Flamed Torch.  It heals any wound and turns any evil to good again."

  "A green-flamed torch? Is there really such thing?" asked Harry.  Hermione nodded fervently. 

  "What happened to the dark wizard Ralien? Did he turned good again?" asked Ron, taking a bite out of his toast.

  "Well, you see, that's the part I was having a problem with.  The book concluded many endings of how Ralien came about in the end.  One version of the story was that Ralien turned back to a good wizard and got rid of his Golden Rod.  But another version was that the torch overdid its power and completely destroyed him.  But then the last version sort of ties the two together.  Ralien was destroyed but the Rod was uncovered and Gryffindor kept it in locked in a Tower.  See, it says right here," she flipped through the pages of the book.  "'…There in the tower lies the rod of Ralien.  As to where the exact location of it was never actually revealed.  Some historians believed that it was hidden at Gryffindor's castle but when they searched for it there, they found none.  It is still questioned if the Rod was not really saved and kept by Gryffindor.'"

  "So it's probably just a myth that the Rod still exists?" asked Ron. 

  "Probably, but what I want to know is that why would they say that the Rod was kept if it wasn't in the first place.  I think that's the piece of history that was lost," said Hermione.  She looked at Harry, who have half-listening and half-thinking.  "So don't you think that's pretty interesting?"

  "I guess," he answered.  His eyes wondered through the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron were engaged in a conversation about something that Harry couldn't understand.  His eyes traveled to the doors of the Great Hall.  Ginny came in the Hall with a group of friends, all talking and laughing.  His face lit up and he watched her more closely.  Ginny was walking and laughing when Draco Malfoy stopped her suddenly.  Harry couldn't hear what Draco was saying but it was plain in Ginny's face that it was pretty insulting.  Her face contorted and she slapped Draco on the face.  Harry got up from his seat and headed towards them.

  "What did you do to Ginny, Malfoy?" he spat at Draco. 

Draco smirked.  "Nothing that's worth any of your attention for, Potter."

  "It's nothing, really, Harry," muttered Ginny to him, but her eyes were watery.  "Don't worry about it, please.  Ron might hear you."

But it was too late for that.  Ron had already got up from his seat and stormed towards them.  His face was a tinge of red. 

  "Whoa, whoa, Ron," said Harry.

  "Ginny, did-did this…(can't swear, it's PG! So sorry) stupid git do anything to you?" said Ron loudly. 

  "You better watch your mouth, Weasley.  I wouldn't say more before anything else happens," threatened Malfoy. 

  "Oh, yeah, what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?"

But before Malfoy could say anything, a squeal came from behind him.  It was Pansy Parkinson, and she looked very alarmed.  She dashed up to them and was pointing at Malfoy's head.  Harry looked at his head and…

  "Oh, Draco! Your hair! Your hair is on fire! Oh, my god, somebody help him!" she squealed, tearing up.  She was looking frantically around, looking for somebody to help her, but everyone was too stunned to do anything. Finally, Crabbe got a hold of somebody's goblet of orange juice and poured it on Malfoy. 

  "What did you think you're doing?!" Malfoy exclaimed, sputtering. 

  "Well, you were on fire," muttered Crabbe with an I-was-just-trying-to-help look. 

  "Well, thanks to you.  I am soaked! Shut up, Weasley!" He stormed out of the Hall muttering angrily to his two burly friends, Crabbe and Goyle.  Ron and Harry stared after them, amazed.  Then they felt somebody pushed them out of the way.

  "Coming, my Draco-poo.  You need my help," called Pansy after Malfoy.  Harry, Ron, and Ginny looked at each other and laughed. 

  "Man, did you see his face?" exclaimed Ron, turning around to go back to their table.  Harry, however, felt something underneath his feet.  It was cold and bare.  He looked down, his sneakers looked perfectly fine.  But he noticed ashes around the sides of it.  He checked the bottom of his sneakers to find that the rubber part of the bottom was burned away.  Even his socks were burnt.

  "What the-" He bent down to touch his shoes but Ron called out to him.

  "Hey, Harry, aren't you coming?"

  "Uh, I just forgot I had to do something.  I'll be at the library," he said.  He waited till Ron turned away and he dashed up the marble staircases to the library.  He stopped dead and decided that he should wear another pair of shoes, because the ones he had on were, well, burnt. 

Back at the Great Hall…(A/N: Briana's POV)

  "Did you see that?" said Lily.  "Was that Draco Malfoy?"

But Briana did not answer.  She just simply sat there putting two and two together.  At the moment, she had a flashback, back to the dungeons on her first Potions class.  Then as if, all came to her, she chuckled. 

  "Well, what are the odds?" she muttered more to herself.

  "What?" asked Lily.

  "Huh? Er, nothing, Lils," said Briana, but Lily knew better. 

  "Come on, there's something going on that I don't know.  What is it?"

  "Let's just say I think I might know why you and James are here again.  Speaking of which, are you two ready for tonight?  It's going to be the big one, you know.  I'm just here for the support. I mean in case you need it.  Remus and Sirius and Sam are coming too.  Uncle wanted to make sure that they find out too."

  "Oh, right," sighed Lily.  "God, I'm so nervous.  I mean I have waiting all this time for this but now…I don't think I can do this, Annie."

  "What? Oh no, Lillian Emily, don't you dare back out of this.  I have planned so much and risked just about everything letting James and you come in here without letting anyone know.  You are meeting Harry tonight and that's that!" said Briana, with her eyes blazing. 

  "All right, all right.  I'm just so nervous.  I'm just hoping that he can take it."

  "Me too, Carrots, me too," Briana muttered, remembering what she found out about Harry.  I just hope he doesn't set us all on fire.

  "I can't believe I did that to Malfoy! Wait, I mean I could do that to Malfoy but I didn't expect it to actually happen.  I got to find a cure for this.  Where's Hermione when you need her?"

Harry was going through the library looking for books that could get rid of him setting things on fire.  He was still in shock at the fact that everything that just happened (setting Malfoy on fire twice and burning the soles of his shoes, literally) was his doings.  But all the same, he needed to figure out why and what is going on with him.  So far he was unsuccessful of finding a book that contained any cure and also earned a disapproving look from Madam Pince of how he is handling the library and its books.  But he ignored her and continued to look through the pages of Flames: What Are They, Really? fervently.  He was busy looking through the book that he didn't notice Hermione, Ron, and Ginny coming in and sat next to him.

  "Harry, are you okay?" asked Hermione.  "You didn't come back after that incident with Malfoy.  Ron said you were going here to look for something? Do you want help?"

  "Yeah, can you tell me how I can get rid of setting things on fire?" he asked, stopping to look at her.

  "What?" asked Ron. "Wait, don't tell me you still think it's you who set him on fire again?  Come on, Harry, do you-"

  "But I did set Malfoy on fire!" interrupted Harry loudly, slamming his hands down the wooden table.  "Did you know what I found out after he went away? I found that the soles of my sneakers were gone? Do you know why? Because I burned them out too!"

  "Yeah, but Harry-" started Hermione.

  "No buts, Hermione.  I did those.  I did everything! And I don't know why! Those dreams I've been having, they're more vivid than ever.  It has to mean something.  These things must mean something!" he exclaimed, more loudly than ever.  He threw his hands in the air and, to all their surprises; the pages of the book were lit on fire.  The flames of the pages were bright red. Ginny jumped up and put out the fire.  It had left a hole in the middle of the book. 

  "I think we should get out of here before Madam Pince finds out," said Ron, stunned.  They went up to the Gryffindor common.  They didn't speak of the incident at the library again.  Harry went up to the dormitory and felt that he wanted to be alone after all that.  He lay down on his bed and looked up the canopy of it.  He thought about what just happened.  He was confused, very confused.  Why is this happening to me? What's going on? Am I turning into a freak?

  "I just I know what is going on," he said out loud.

But back at the library, Madam Pince came to fix the table the four had used. 

  "These kids, they don't know the meaning of organization," she muttered to herself.  She noticed handprints on the table.  They looked as though they were burned on it.  

  "Harry, hurry up, Hermione is waiting downstairs, and I don't want her to wait this long," complained Ron.

  "Why don't you just go without me if you don't want her to wait?" said Harry, patting his hair in front of the mirror. 

  "No, we are all going down to the Halls."

  "Well, I'm done anyway," grinned Harry.  He had been dragging himself all day and trying to hide that fact that he was still disturbed about the morning's incidents.

They went downstairs and, along with Hermione, climbed out of the portrait hole and headed to the Great Hall.  They seated themselves and, soon enough, the food appeared and the night became entertaining.  Everything that troubled him seemed to fly out of Harry's mind as he watched the entertainment provided by Professor Dumbledore.  He didn't even notice that Professors Sullivan and Evans quietly slipped out and headed to Dumbledore's office. Then, at last, it was time to go to bed for the Halloween festivities were over.  As Hermione, Ron, and Harry heading up to the Gryffindor Tower, Dumbledore approached them.

  "Harry, may I have a word with you in my office.  It is quite important," he said, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.  Harry followed him and giving his friends a last look.  They went up to Dumbledore's office where he found Briana, two unfamiliar couple, Remus, Sirius, and Sam (all of whom looked as if they were never going to speak again). 

  "Go on, go in," urged Dumbledore, pushing him slightly forward.  "Briana, I believe you have something to tell all of us.  But from the looks of it, everything seems to explain itself."

  "Dumbledore, what's the meaning of this?" said Sirius, still staring at the strange couple.  Harry couldn't see what their faces were, as they were turned around.

  "Yes, I would very much like to know too," said Sam, looking very stern, a face that did not suit her at all. 

  "This has nothing to do with Uncle Albus.  I can't explain it either, but if the three of you would just listen-" she stopped and saw Harry in front of Dumbledore. 

   "Oh good, Harry, you're here too.  Now, I can explain everything that I know," she said, stopping the look on Sirius's face.  "I think I'll be telling him, honey.  All right, this all may sound really strange, but it would all settle in later-"

  "Just get on with it, Annie," said Sam. 

  "All right, but please don't interrupt.  Anyway, this all started during this past summer.  I took Harry to Godric's Hollow for his birthday."

  "Wait, you took Harry to Godric's Hollow?  I thought that place was completely destroyed," asked Sirius.

  "I know that.  And you shouldn't be interrupting!  On with the story, when we got there, it was built.  I don't know why so I didn't tell Harry about it.  So after, I thought that I should investigate.  After I dropped Harry off, I went back to look for clues as to what happened.  That's when I saw them."

Briana pointed at the couple.  Harry walked towards them to get a better look, when he couldn't believe his eyes! 

  "Professor, Evans?" was all he could manage to say.  He saw a man who looked exactly like him, sitting next to Professor Evans with his arm around her.  She was teary-eyed.  She couldn't take it anymore; she wanted to give him a hug.

  "Oh, my Harry," she exclaimed, stood up and gave Harry a huge hug.  He stood there, numbed.  He couldn't believe what was happening.  As if all his dreams came true at that very moment, dreams of which he would give anything to be real for at least just one second, a tenth of a second even.  He himself felt tears coming down his cheeks.  Everything around him was quiet and all that could be seen was the image of his mother hugging him.  At last, James Potter stood up and surveyed his son.  Tears were well forming in his eyes. 

  "Hey, son," he said quietly.  Harry smiled.  James stood proud in front of his son as his wife let go of him.  He did not hesitated to give him a hug. 

Briana watched as her friends were overwhelmed by the sudden emotions.  She smiled to herself and continued, "You two were brought here for a reason.  I am so sorry, but I cannot tell you the reason, yet.  I am waiting for something to happen to make everything fall into place.  Now, let's just take this moment to just be happy that our best friends have come back." 

James let go of Harry to ask Briana something, but thought to know better.  So he then turned to his best friend, who grinned merrily at him. 

  "Padfoot!" he exclaimed.

  "Prongs!" Sirius said.  And the two hugged like long lost friends.

Meanwhile, Lily turned to Sam and said excitedly, "Sunshine! I'm so glad to see you again!"

  "You too, Carrots.  Believe me, you don't know how much," Sam replied. 

James then spotted Remus who was standing away from the crowd.  He beamed at him, and Remus grinned.

  "Moony, is that you? You look old!" commented James.

  "Ha ha, very funny, Prongs," laughed Remus.  The two also hugged.  The reunion continued all through the night.  Briana only had to drag Harry from his parents just so he can have rest for tomorrow's lessons. 

  "But Briana, we used to stay up all the time, nothing ever happened to us," said James. 

  "Yeah, only almost caught by Filch for millions of times," shot Briana back.  "No, Harry needs rest."

She herself walked Harry to the Gryffindor Tower.  Harry had said the password and climbed in the portrait hole.  He heard the chiming of the clock twelve times which signaled midnight has come.  As he was walking towards the dormitory, he saw a flash of light behind him.  He turned around.  He saw a girl about his age standing there dressed in a long, glittering silver dress.  She was grinning at him with her blue eyes blazing merrily.  She had long, golden hair with a silver circlet on her forehead that flowed down her shoulders and her dress.  She was very pretty. 

  "Who are you?" asked Harry. 

  "I am Ophelia, the Oracle of the Heirs," she said.       

Awww…What's the matter? A Cliffhanger?  Oh, well, heheheh…HAHAHA! Okay, I hope you all like that.  The Green-Flamed Torch, hmm…why does that sound so familiar? Maybe its because the sixth book was rumored to be titled that way.  Yes, in case you're wondering, I am trying to write this fic like the HP series. Everything that was rumored, that I have heard of, are most likely to appear here. Oh, I wrote the Potters' meeting as a dramatic one because that's how I would feel when I was in the same place.  Which reminds me, I would like to dedicate this chapter to someone who was so dear to me whom I have lost a few months ago.  This chapter is dedicated to my grandfather, whom I love dearly.  I hope he has find peace in Heaven.  ~villageidiot333~