Angeltears - :-) I'm glad we agree.
Meg- Thanks.
Minerva of Tortall- You're not far off track, but rather than the location, it deals with the "properties" of the location. Shh! ;-) You'll give away my secrets!
Bellatrix- I shall update as my college schedule allows. :-) My thanks.
Chapter 2- "Roanoke"
Harry took his time in surveying the stone hall, his shock not quite having worn off yet. The stone hall was twice as large as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and the walls were covered in mass tapestries, floor to ceiling length paintings, and tall, stained glass windows that portrayed different wizards and witches.
A fire was blazing merrily in the fireplace, but even still, the hall seemed abit drafty. Shivering, Harry automatically drifted towards the fire, unaware of the worried gazes of the two elder wizards. Staring at the fireplace, he noticed the mantel. Stepping forward, he examined the dark cherrywood, and its carvings. Upon it were a badger, a lion, a raven and. . .a snake.
The snake, as Harry examined it, seemed to wriggle, and then it lifted its head and turned to look at Harry. Hissing, it spoke to him in somewhat garbled language for a snake. His eyes felt heavy, and his mind seemed heady with sudden sleep.
He was unaware of his hand, reaching toward the snake. What seemed like a moment later, a voice broke into his thoughts.
"Harry? Harry?"
His eyes flew open, only to close quickly as the sunlight spilled down on his face. His head felt light, and he could feel fire racing through his body. Slowly, he opened his eyes, though they settled unfocusingly on someone's face.
"Welcome back, Harry."
"Mr. Troy. . ."
"Just Bachus if you please, Harry."
The elderly wizard's face crinkled into a smile as he steepled his fingers.
"Bachus. . .Where am I?"
Rodenbachus raised a brow.
"You mean you don't remember?"
Harry shook his head ever-so-slightly, and instantly regretted it the moment the room spun. A hand was pressed to his forehead, as Rodenbachus' spindly fingers pressed against Harry's temple.
"Great Scot boy. You're burning up!"
The hand pulled back, before Harry heard him getting up and moving over to a side of the room. Something like a cupboard sounded as if it was being opened, and a moment later, Harry heard a click. Rodenbachus shuffled back over to Harry's bedside, before settling an arm behind Harry's back. Pulling him into an upward position, the lip of a bottle was set to Harry's lips before it tipped and Harry tasted a sickeningly sweet potion fill his mouth.
Swallowing involuntarily and trying not to gag, Harry managed to swallow the entire potion. Slowly, he was eased back on his pillows, and a moment later he was fast asleep. Rodenbachus gave a grim smile.
"That'll get you back on your feet my boy. If Albus will not stay with you, I will."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few days later, Harry awoke feeling much better. He was also greeted by a new face. Another elderly wizard, one dressed in dark, emerald green robes, was sitting by Harry's bedside, reading.
His long, pepper and salt colored hair was tied back with a band, and his beard and moustache of grey were neatly trimmed. He glanced at Harry over pewter rimmed spectacles, and gave a gentle smile. His green eyes twinkled merrily as he closed his book and set it down.
The sparkle in his eyes was amazingly familiar, and Harry was struck by his amazing semblence to Dumbledore.
"Hello Mr. Potter. I trust you are feeling better?"
Harry had to smile at the man, despite himself. He nodded.
"Yes sir. Sorry sir, but, who are you?"
The man smiled serenely.
"My name is Aberforth Dumbledore."
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to put something up and didn't have a whole lot of time. Please read R.J. Anderson's stories at www.sugarquill.net. R.J. is wonderful and there are other marvelous authors there too! :-)
Meg- Thanks.
Minerva of Tortall- You're not far off track, but rather than the location, it deals with the "properties" of the location. Shh! ;-) You'll give away my secrets!
Bellatrix- I shall update as my college schedule allows. :-) My thanks.
Chapter 2- "Roanoke"
Harry took his time in surveying the stone hall, his shock not quite having worn off yet. The stone hall was twice as large as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and the walls were covered in mass tapestries, floor to ceiling length paintings, and tall, stained glass windows that portrayed different wizards and witches.
A fire was blazing merrily in the fireplace, but even still, the hall seemed abit drafty. Shivering, Harry automatically drifted towards the fire, unaware of the worried gazes of the two elder wizards. Staring at the fireplace, he noticed the mantel. Stepping forward, he examined the dark cherrywood, and its carvings. Upon it were a badger, a lion, a raven and. . .a snake.
The snake, as Harry examined it, seemed to wriggle, and then it lifted its head and turned to look at Harry. Hissing, it spoke to him in somewhat garbled language for a snake. His eyes felt heavy, and his mind seemed heady with sudden sleep.
He was unaware of his hand, reaching toward the snake. What seemed like a moment later, a voice broke into his thoughts.
"Harry? Harry?"
His eyes flew open, only to close quickly as the sunlight spilled down on his face. His head felt light, and he could feel fire racing through his body. Slowly, he opened his eyes, though they settled unfocusingly on someone's face.
"Welcome back, Harry."
"Mr. Troy. . ."
"Just Bachus if you please, Harry."
The elderly wizard's face crinkled into a smile as he steepled his fingers.
"Bachus. . .Where am I?"
Rodenbachus raised a brow.
"You mean you don't remember?"
Harry shook his head ever-so-slightly, and instantly regretted it the moment the room spun. A hand was pressed to his forehead, as Rodenbachus' spindly fingers pressed against Harry's temple.
"Great Scot boy. You're burning up!"
The hand pulled back, before Harry heard him getting up and moving over to a side of the room. Something like a cupboard sounded as if it was being opened, and a moment later, Harry heard a click. Rodenbachus shuffled back over to Harry's bedside, before settling an arm behind Harry's back. Pulling him into an upward position, the lip of a bottle was set to Harry's lips before it tipped and Harry tasted a sickeningly sweet potion fill his mouth.
Swallowing involuntarily and trying not to gag, Harry managed to swallow the entire potion. Slowly, he was eased back on his pillows, and a moment later he was fast asleep. Rodenbachus gave a grim smile.
"That'll get you back on your feet my boy. If Albus will not stay with you, I will."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few days later, Harry awoke feeling much better. He was also greeted by a new face. Another elderly wizard, one dressed in dark, emerald green robes, was sitting by Harry's bedside, reading.
His long, pepper and salt colored hair was tied back with a band, and his beard and moustache of grey were neatly trimmed. He glanced at Harry over pewter rimmed spectacles, and gave a gentle smile. His green eyes twinkled merrily as he closed his book and set it down.
The sparkle in his eyes was amazingly familiar, and Harry was struck by his amazing semblence to Dumbledore.
"Hello Mr. Potter. I trust you are feeling better?"
Harry had to smile at the man, despite himself. He nodded.
"Yes sir. Sorry sir, but, who are you?"
The man smiled serenely.
"My name is Aberforth Dumbledore."
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to put something up and didn't have a whole lot of time. Please read R.J. Anderson's stories at www.sugarquill.net. R.J. is wonderful and there are other marvelous authors there too! :-)