Harry Potter and the Third Prophecy
by AnonymousBystander
Greetings peoples! I have decided to upload chapter One as well, just because I don't think you can get a good enough idea of the story from the prologue. I will only continue to write after this if you review and tell me that you like it.
Summary: What would happen if Harry lost his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.
By the way, the Sirius/Remus element of this was inspired by the following line in OOTP:
"Lupin[.], who was staying at the house with Sirius."
I don't know if anybody else caught that, but it sounded very suspicious to me.(
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.
NOTE: Replace the entire beginning of this story with the beginning of the OOTP. The story picks up from the end of Harry's hearing.
Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Oh, wait, there was only one, and it wasn't really a review. But thanks to RockSunner for pointing out the mistake in my summary. (
Chapter One - Back to Grimmauld Place
Harry felt numb; he couldn't breathe. A thousand emotions were running around through his mind, and they couldn't decide which one would come out, so he remained sitting there, staring at the wall, trying to figure out what had just happened.
The evilly satisfied face of Percy Weasley looking down at him broke his dazedness abruptly. Percy's face swam in and out of focus before his eyes. Harry barely registered as Percy held out two broken pieces of wand and dropped them into his unconsciously outstretched hand.
Harry stood up, staggering slightly. Then it finally hit him, and he fell back into his chair, a nauseous feeling in his stomach and his head starting to ache. /He had been expelled from Hogwarts. He was never, ever going back./ He felt as though he'd just been hit on the head with a sledgehammer. He felt on the verge of tears, but didn't let them out; it would just give Percy and the Minister more satisfaction.
Harry stood up again, and turned to face Dumbledore, but he had already left with a swish of his cloak. Harry didn't have enough room in his brain to ponder this at the time, however, seeing as his entire brain was struggling with the fact that he'd been chucked out of his school; his only real home.
He stumbled to the door, vaguely aware of Fudge laughing evilly at something. He pushed the door open and walked outside. Mr. Weasley was standing there, anxious and pale.
"Harry!" he began immediately. "Dumbledore didn't sa-" But then he caught sight of Harry's face. "Oh-oh dear. Well, let's go."
Mr. Weasley led Harry up the hall and into the elevator. He kept muttering odd things such as, "oh dear" and "my goodness". Harry couldn't stand it, so he turned off his ears and concentrated on himself. He couldn't stand that either, as his brain was simply too full of stuff, so he occupied himself by trying to count the molecules in his shoe. He imagined that that might take some time to get his mind of other things.
By the time they had reached the Atrium and the fountain of Magical Brethren, the shoe's molecules no longer interested, and he had to pretend to not notice as people's attention were attracted as they walked past. As they passed the fountain, Harry gave it a hard kick. One of the tiles on the outer edge shattered and fell onto the floor. Mr. Weasley ignored it.
They joined a queue in front of a fireplace and eventually got to the front. Then Mr. Weasley spoke:
"Harry," he said, his voice obviously trying to sound nonchalant, "I've got to stay and work. You just go back to Grimmauld place and tell them what's happened, alright?"
Harry took a pinch of green powder from the bag that Mr. Weasley held out and turned to leave but Mr. Weasley pulled him back by his shoulder. "Harry, I'm sure Dumbledore will sort this all out. It's just a matter of time."
Harry nodded dully, threw the pinch of powder into the fire, and called out, "Number 12, Grimmauld Place!"
Just as he said the words, he gave a hard choke, and he didn't think it had anything to do with the ashes swirling all around him.
****
Harry hit the floor of the fireplace hard, and his glasses fell off onto the floor.
The occupants of the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place (the entire presiding Weasley family, Sirius, and Remus Lupin) had evidently been having an animated conversation, but they immediately fell silent as Harry appeared, disheveled and covered with ash, in the fireplace.
Harry got up and stared around the room. The room, and all of its inhabitants, stared back. Then Harry walked straight out of the room, towards the stairs. As he climbed them, his façade crumbling, he heard one loud "Oh, Fuck!" and another, even louder, "/Ron/!"
When Harry reached his and Ron's room, he crumbled. He knew it would all pass, but even so, he lay down on the bed and began to cry.
Greetings peoples! I have decided to upload chapter One as well, just because I don't think you can get a good enough idea of the story from the prologue. I will only continue to write after this if you review and tell me that you like it.
Summary: What would happen if Harry lost his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.
By the way, the Sirius/Remus element of this was inspired by the following line in OOTP:
"Lupin[.], who was staying at the house with Sirius."
I don't know if anybody else caught that, but it sounded very suspicious to me.(
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.
NOTE: Replace the entire beginning of this story with the beginning of the OOTP. The story picks up from the end of Harry's hearing.
Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Oh, wait, there was only one, and it wasn't really a review. But thanks to RockSunner for pointing out the mistake in my summary. (
Chapter One - Back to Grimmauld Place
Harry felt numb; he couldn't breathe. A thousand emotions were running around through his mind, and they couldn't decide which one would come out, so he remained sitting there, staring at the wall, trying to figure out what had just happened.
The evilly satisfied face of Percy Weasley looking down at him broke his dazedness abruptly. Percy's face swam in and out of focus before his eyes. Harry barely registered as Percy held out two broken pieces of wand and dropped them into his unconsciously outstretched hand.
Harry stood up, staggering slightly. Then it finally hit him, and he fell back into his chair, a nauseous feeling in his stomach and his head starting to ache. /He had been expelled from Hogwarts. He was never, ever going back./ He felt as though he'd just been hit on the head with a sledgehammer. He felt on the verge of tears, but didn't let them out; it would just give Percy and the Minister more satisfaction.
Harry stood up again, and turned to face Dumbledore, but he had already left with a swish of his cloak. Harry didn't have enough room in his brain to ponder this at the time, however, seeing as his entire brain was struggling with the fact that he'd been chucked out of his school; his only real home.
He stumbled to the door, vaguely aware of Fudge laughing evilly at something. He pushed the door open and walked outside. Mr. Weasley was standing there, anxious and pale.
"Harry!" he began immediately. "Dumbledore didn't sa-" But then he caught sight of Harry's face. "Oh-oh dear. Well, let's go."
Mr. Weasley led Harry up the hall and into the elevator. He kept muttering odd things such as, "oh dear" and "my goodness". Harry couldn't stand it, so he turned off his ears and concentrated on himself. He couldn't stand that either, as his brain was simply too full of stuff, so he occupied himself by trying to count the molecules in his shoe. He imagined that that might take some time to get his mind of other things.
By the time they had reached the Atrium and the fountain of Magical Brethren, the shoe's molecules no longer interested, and he had to pretend to not notice as people's attention were attracted as they walked past. As they passed the fountain, Harry gave it a hard kick. One of the tiles on the outer edge shattered and fell onto the floor. Mr. Weasley ignored it.
They joined a queue in front of a fireplace and eventually got to the front. Then Mr. Weasley spoke:
"Harry," he said, his voice obviously trying to sound nonchalant, "I've got to stay and work. You just go back to Grimmauld place and tell them what's happened, alright?"
Harry took a pinch of green powder from the bag that Mr. Weasley held out and turned to leave but Mr. Weasley pulled him back by his shoulder. "Harry, I'm sure Dumbledore will sort this all out. It's just a matter of time."
Harry nodded dully, threw the pinch of powder into the fire, and called out, "Number 12, Grimmauld Place!"
Just as he said the words, he gave a hard choke, and he didn't think it had anything to do with the ashes swirling all around him.
****
Harry hit the floor of the fireplace hard, and his glasses fell off onto the floor.
The occupants of the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place (the entire presiding Weasley family, Sirius, and Remus Lupin) had evidently been having an animated conversation, but they immediately fell silent as Harry appeared, disheveled and covered with ash, in the fireplace.
Harry got up and stared around the room. The room, and all of its inhabitants, stared back. Then Harry walked straight out of the room, towards the stairs. As he climbed them, his façade crumbling, he heard one loud "Oh, Fuck!" and another, even louder, "/Ron/!"
When Harry reached his and Ron's room, he crumbled. He knew it would all pass, but even so, he lay down on the bed and began to cry.
