Disclaimer: I own nothing. And I'm getting bored with having to tell you
so every chapter; it is rather infuriating, saying over and over and over
and - aannnnyyway. I've decided that this is to be one of my last
disclaimers that I actually take anytime writing, like with real words. Or
Something.
A/N: Anywaz, I'm in a pretty weird mood now, so I reckon that if you decide to read this chapter then - just read it, don't judge what you don't know.
Feeling rather depressed 'cose I'm tired and I don't wanna go to be but I have too and all of that stuff, anywaz, if this chapter is depressing (I'll try not to make it depressing) then I PROMISE the next chapter will be not so depressing! I just read a rather depressing fic so that too might contribute to my depressed mood, anywaz.
Imaginable ^_^
Chapter 4 - Prisoner of the Mind
1 YEAR LATER
Harry Potter stood in the great hall of Durmstrang, his messy black hair covering the red lightning bold scar that adorned his forehead, his hands clenched by his side as he looked around him for the last time.
The smirk that was on his face was one of triumph; he had his graduation, he had his ticket to the magical world, and he planned on using it.
He frowned as he once again went over the memorised plan that was glued to his mind, not that he could forget it. He had been given a choice, and he had taken it. Planning his revenge on his old headmaster had tasted as sweet as crystallised fruit in his mouth.
He didn't have a sister, nor did he have a brother, although so many times he had wished he did. Sighing he turned to the door where both Winky and Dobby waited eagerly to leave, they had not been treated well here, but Harry had been kind and they still clung by him.
He walked over too them and they both jumped up from sitting on the trunk.
"Harry Potter sir, are you ready to go sir?" Winky asked, her high voice ringing around the empty hall. Harry smiled at her; he had not confided his plans to the two elves.
Turning to his watch he checked the time. One fifty eight. Almost time. One fifty nine. Almost. Two o'clock.
"Lets go" he told the elf's and the both ran forward, grabbed his jeans each, both still touching his trunk, and transported him to Hogwarts.
Harry stumbled and tripped over his trunk, which lay directly in front of him. Both Winky and Dobby were squealing happily at being back at Hogwarts Harry smiled at them and gestured for them to go and socialise with any friends that they had left behind.
If he was correct, which he didn't doubt that he was, he would have arrived on September the first, at the beginning of the Hogwarts school year, Ron and Hermione would have just arrived or be arriving at school and the feast would be on that night.
Dragging his trunk up to the open doors of Hogwarts he smiled to himself, remembering the times he Ron and Hermione had spent at the school. Shaking himself he tried to forget them. He was not here for them. They no longer wrote to him. They no longer cared. And nor did he.
Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his office when he heard a nock at the door, wondering who the person was and why, if they knew the password, they had bothered to knock. Slowly he walked towards the door, still deep in thought.
When he opened the door he did not suspect to see what he did. He had never suspected to see the boy that stood in front of him again. Ever, ever again.
"Harry!" he almost shouted, his voice filled with joy as he looked at the seventeen year old boy in front of him. The hair, the skin, the eyes, it was all the same, just as it had been before Harry had left. Dumbledore paused.
"You look much the same Harry" he said with a smile at his friend who simply ignored him. Instead he pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.
"It is my résumé, I would like to try for the post of defence against the dark arts professor, I have had" here he paused and looked at Dumbledore meaningfully "experience in the subject"
Dumbledore nodded silently and walked back to his desk, his sudden enthusiasm seemed to have wanned. As he read the resume his mouth seemed to slowly open down another notch at each new line. He raised his eyes questioningly towards Harry, who showed no sign of seeing the gesture, nor caring.
"I think professor that my qualifications and such are fine for what is needed as the defence against the dark arts teacher?" Harry asked politely, careful to make sure that he made no eye contact with his old headmaster.
"Yes Harry, I believe that you are right" Dumbledore spoke softly to him, reading over the resume once again. "However, how you can have come by all of these 'qualifications' in the year and a half you have been away I do wonder?" Dumbledore asked, remembering that Harry should only just be starting his NEWTS year, not already finished it.
Harry nodded silently. "I thought you might wonder, but I do not see how that is any of your business whatsoever, I am only here to apply for a job, if you doubt any of my qualifications then you can contact all of which they concern and talk to them about my, abilities"
Harry thought that he saw a tear in the professor's eyes before Dumbledore nodded his head, almost reluctantly.
"However, I must first of all inform you of the possible dangers that you may face in becoming the new DADA professor. First of all any students that decide they do not like your classes then I am afraid that any pranks or such are not my responsibility, you are allowed to punish them as you wish. Also, as you may be aware, Hogwarts school has been rumoured to be jinxed, or more precisely the DADA position. Are you willing to take on the position as our new DADA professor?"
Harry smiled. This was good.
"Yes"
"Also professor, I hope that you shall not be betraying us any time soon." Dumbledore spoke softly, his silver eyes fixed on Harry.
"We all have false hopes Dumbledore. Even the so called best of us lie sometimes and betray others trust in them, no one's perfect"
Dumbledore nodded and took out a quill for Harry to sign. Harry did so, smiling to himself as he signed his name with a flourish.
"Your first class's shall be tomorrow my dear professor; I shall have the timetable sent to you before breakfast. Please do feel free to come to dinner at the great hall; the students I think have just about arrived." Albus Dumbledore's voice sounded tired, and Harry guessed that he was not getting enough sleep 'good!' the thought viciously 'how dare he. . .'
"Yes Professor, I think I will, just have a look at the students before classes" Harry smiled at the idea of classes
"Yes Professor Potter, an excellent idea. You are dismissed" Dumbledore seemed quite composed as he smiled Harry out of his office, but inside he was seething with both anger and confusion. One question seemed to be controlling his thinking. Why was the boy-who-lived back?
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LATER THAT NIGHT. . .
Harry was sitting at the Teachers table; he had put an ani-recognise charm on him, and had (surprisingly) decided not to be recognised until he was introduced as Professor Potter. How interesting all their reactions would be.
Outside he could hear Professor McGonagall's voice telling the first years about the sorting ceremony. He remembered when he had been a first year and had been hearing the speech for his self. 'Bad Harry' he thought to himself 'those times are past, don't live in the past, it's the future that counts' he couldn't help but deny what he himself had just said 'but we learn from the past and make a better future' he was interrupted as the great hall doors burst open and the second to seventh years all seated themselves at their respective houses.
After a little bit of chatter from the newly seated students Professor McGonagall walked in, carrying a rather ragged looking hat and stool, placing them at the front of the hall.
A respective hush fell over the hall as the nervous first years entered the hall, at least ten of them looked about ready to run, but were all held by Professor McGonagall's stare.
"First years, when I call your name if you would kindly come up here and put the sorting hat on your head" The teachers voice was heard by all in the hall as she unravelled a long list of names.
"Harvey, Sylvia"
"GRYFFINDORE"
"Lichan, Reed"
"RAVENCLAW"
"Wert, Opal"
"RAVENCLAW"
"Polskin, Quinten"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Farmac, Garet"
"SLYTHERIN"
The sorting continued until all of the first years had been sorted and some people had hoarse voices from yelling welcomes to the newcomers to Hogwarts.
"Welcome to another year of Hogwarts, before the feast I have some notices to make. As you may, and if not, should be aware, the forbidden forest is, surprisingly enough, forbidden, and I do not plan on lifting the forbiddeness off it anytime soon." To Harry's great surprise Dumbledore looked straight at both Ron and Hermione, who looked down at their empty plates.
"Also, our old DADA teacher has left us, in hope, of a quieter life. Before he left he advised me to turn Hogwarts into a Muggle theme park, saying that it would possibly be quieter than it currently was. Unfortunately I have been unable to do so, though I will admit I did try, I thought - " a cough from the staff table reminded Harry of a time when he himself had been at Hogwarts and Fred and George had just asked Dumbledore if he was 'joking' he had proceeded to tell them about a joke he had heard over the holidays.
"Anyway, yes, we have a new DADA teacher. I would like you all to meet Professor Harry Potter" silence meted Dumbledore's words as every head in the hall turned to where Harry had stood up, removing the ani-recognise charm from himself.
There was no applause; everyone just stared at him, their eye swivelling from him to a boy sitting with Ron and Hermione.
Harry looked closer at the boy, and almost swore out laud as he saw someone who looked almost identical to himself seated in between Ron and Hermione, the boy was staring at him, and as both of their eyes met Harry realised that maybe, just maybe what Dumbledore had said had not all been a lie, maybe he was not a prisoner of revenge, maybe he was only a prisoner of the mind, but what was the difference? And did he really care anymore? Was it already too late . . . ?
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A/N: Well there is the next bit of this story, I hope that you enjoyed reading it. Sorry it was so late and everything, I've been sorta busy lately, and I just couldn't be bothered to write anything, anyway I couldn't have posted it 'til Monday cose I've been banned from using the internet at home! Just because my dad had to unplug the computer to get me off to be the other night is no reason to completely disband any internet connection at home!
Anywho, I betsta be off, I still have to have dinner, do my teeth, eat dessert, make my bed, get into my bed, fall asleep and make the table (not necessarily in that order)
Imaginable ^_^
A/N: Anywaz, I'm in a pretty weird mood now, so I reckon that if you decide to read this chapter then - just read it, don't judge what you don't know.
Feeling rather depressed 'cose I'm tired and I don't wanna go to be but I have too and all of that stuff, anywaz, if this chapter is depressing (I'll try not to make it depressing) then I PROMISE the next chapter will be not so depressing! I just read a rather depressing fic so that too might contribute to my depressed mood, anywaz.
Imaginable ^_^
Chapter 4 - Prisoner of the Mind
1 YEAR LATER
Harry Potter stood in the great hall of Durmstrang, his messy black hair covering the red lightning bold scar that adorned his forehead, his hands clenched by his side as he looked around him for the last time.
The smirk that was on his face was one of triumph; he had his graduation, he had his ticket to the magical world, and he planned on using it.
He frowned as he once again went over the memorised plan that was glued to his mind, not that he could forget it. He had been given a choice, and he had taken it. Planning his revenge on his old headmaster had tasted as sweet as crystallised fruit in his mouth.
He didn't have a sister, nor did he have a brother, although so many times he had wished he did. Sighing he turned to the door where both Winky and Dobby waited eagerly to leave, they had not been treated well here, but Harry had been kind and they still clung by him.
He walked over too them and they both jumped up from sitting on the trunk.
"Harry Potter sir, are you ready to go sir?" Winky asked, her high voice ringing around the empty hall. Harry smiled at her; he had not confided his plans to the two elves.
Turning to his watch he checked the time. One fifty eight. Almost time. One fifty nine. Almost. Two o'clock.
"Lets go" he told the elf's and the both ran forward, grabbed his jeans each, both still touching his trunk, and transported him to Hogwarts.
Harry stumbled and tripped over his trunk, which lay directly in front of him. Both Winky and Dobby were squealing happily at being back at Hogwarts Harry smiled at them and gestured for them to go and socialise with any friends that they had left behind.
If he was correct, which he didn't doubt that he was, he would have arrived on September the first, at the beginning of the Hogwarts school year, Ron and Hermione would have just arrived or be arriving at school and the feast would be on that night.
Dragging his trunk up to the open doors of Hogwarts he smiled to himself, remembering the times he Ron and Hermione had spent at the school. Shaking himself he tried to forget them. He was not here for them. They no longer wrote to him. They no longer cared. And nor did he.
Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his office when he heard a nock at the door, wondering who the person was and why, if they knew the password, they had bothered to knock. Slowly he walked towards the door, still deep in thought.
When he opened the door he did not suspect to see what he did. He had never suspected to see the boy that stood in front of him again. Ever, ever again.
"Harry!" he almost shouted, his voice filled with joy as he looked at the seventeen year old boy in front of him. The hair, the skin, the eyes, it was all the same, just as it had been before Harry had left. Dumbledore paused.
"You look much the same Harry" he said with a smile at his friend who simply ignored him. Instead he pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.
"It is my résumé, I would like to try for the post of defence against the dark arts professor, I have had" here he paused and looked at Dumbledore meaningfully "experience in the subject"
Dumbledore nodded silently and walked back to his desk, his sudden enthusiasm seemed to have wanned. As he read the resume his mouth seemed to slowly open down another notch at each new line. He raised his eyes questioningly towards Harry, who showed no sign of seeing the gesture, nor caring.
"I think professor that my qualifications and such are fine for what is needed as the defence against the dark arts teacher?" Harry asked politely, careful to make sure that he made no eye contact with his old headmaster.
"Yes Harry, I believe that you are right" Dumbledore spoke softly to him, reading over the resume once again. "However, how you can have come by all of these 'qualifications' in the year and a half you have been away I do wonder?" Dumbledore asked, remembering that Harry should only just be starting his NEWTS year, not already finished it.
Harry nodded silently. "I thought you might wonder, but I do not see how that is any of your business whatsoever, I am only here to apply for a job, if you doubt any of my qualifications then you can contact all of which they concern and talk to them about my, abilities"
Harry thought that he saw a tear in the professor's eyes before Dumbledore nodded his head, almost reluctantly.
"However, I must first of all inform you of the possible dangers that you may face in becoming the new DADA professor. First of all any students that decide they do not like your classes then I am afraid that any pranks or such are not my responsibility, you are allowed to punish them as you wish. Also, as you may be aware, Hogwarts school has been rumoured to be jinxed, or more precisely the DADA position. Are you willing to take on the position as our new DADA professor?"
Harry smiled. This was good.
"Yes"
"Also professor, I hope that you shall not be betraying us any time soon." Dumbledore spoke softly, his silver eyes fixed on Harry.
"We all have false hopes Dumbledore. Even the so called best of us lie sometimes and betray others trust in them, no one's perfect"
Dumbledore nodded and took out a quill for Harry to sign. Harry did so, smiling to himself as he signed his name with a flourish.
"Your first class's shall be tomorrow my dear professor; I shall have the timetable sent to you before breakfast. Please do feel free to come to dinner at the great hall; the students I think have just about arrived." Albus Dumbledore's voice sounded tired, and Harry guessed that he was not getting enough sleep 'good!' the thought viciously 'how dare he. . .'
"Yes Professor, I think I will, just have a look at the students before classes" Harry smiled at the idea of classes
"Yes Professor Potter, an excellent idea. You are dismissed" Dumbledore seemed quite composed as he smiled Harry out of his office, but inside he was seething with both anger and confusion. One question seemed to be controlling his thinking. Why was the boy-who-lived back?
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LATER THAT NIGHT. . .
Harry was sitting at the Teachers table; he had put an ani-recognise charm on him, and had (surprisingly) decided not to be recognised until he was introduced as Professor Potter. How interesting all their reactions would be.
Outside he could hear Professor McGonagall's voice telling the first years about the sorting ceremony. He remembered when he had been a first year and had been hearing the speech for his self. 'Bad Harry' he thought to himself 'those times are past, don't live in the past, it's the future that counts' he couldn't help but deny what he himself had just said 'but we learn from the past and make a better future' he was interrupted as the great hall doors burst open and the second to seventh years all seated themselves at their respective houses.
After a little bit of chatter from the newly seated students Professor McGonagall walked in, carrying a rather ragged looking hat and stool, placing them at the front of the hall.
A respective hush fell over the hall as the nervous first years entered the hall, at least ten of them looked about ready to run, but were all held by Professor McGonagall's stare.
"First years, when I call your name if you would kindly come up here and put the sorting hat on your head" The teachers voice was heard by all in the hall as she unravelled a long list of names.
"Harvey, Sylvia"
"GRYFFINDORE"
"Lichan, Reed"
"RAVENCLAW"
"Wert, Opal"
"RAVENCLAW"
"Polskin, Quinten"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Farmac, Garet"
"SLYTHERIN"
The sorting continued until all of the first years had been sorted and some people had hoarse voices from yelling welcomes to the newcomers to Hogwarts.
"Welcome to another year of Hogwarts, before the feast I have some notices to make. As you may, and if not, should be aware, the forbidden forest is, surprisingly enough, forbidden, and I do not plan on lifting the forbiddeness off it anytime soon." To Harry's great surprise Dumbledore looked straight at both Ron and Hermione, who looked down at their empty plates.
"Also, our old DADA teacher has left us, in hope, of a quieter life. Before he left he advised me to turn Hogwarts into a Muggle theme park, saying that it would possibly be quieter than it currently was. Unfortunately I have been unable to do so, though I will admit I did try, I thought - " a cough from the staff table reminded Harry of a time when he himself had been at Hogwarts and Fred and George had just asked Dumbledore if he was 'joking' he had proceeded to tell them about a joke he had heard over the holidays.
"Anyway, yes, we have a new DADA teacher. I would like you all to meet Professor Harry Potter" silence meted Dumbledore's words as every head in the hall turned to where Harry had stood up, removing the ani-recognise charm from himself.
There was no applause; everyone just stared at him, their eye swivelling from him to a boy sitting with Ron and Hermione.
Harry looked closer at the boy, and almost swore out laud as he saw someone who looked almost identical to himself seated in between Ron and Hermione, the boy was staring at him, and as both of their eyes met Harry realised that maybe, just maybe what Dumbledore had said had not all been a lie, maybe he was not a prisoner of revenge, maybe he was only a prisoner of the mind, but what was the difference? And did he really care anymore? Was it already too late . . . ?
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A/N: Well there is the next bit of this story, I hope that you enjoyed reading it. Sorry it was so late and everything, I've been sorta busy lately, and I just couldn't be bothered to write anything, anyway I couldn't have posted it 'til Monday cose I've been banned from using the internet at home! Just because my dad had to unplug the computer to get me off to be the other night is no reason to completely disband any internet connection at home!
Anywho, I betsta be off, I still have to have dinner, do my teeth, eat dessert, make my bed, get into my bed, fall asleep and make the table (not necessarily in that order)
Imaginable ^_^