I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters except the ones you
don't recognise. Harry Potter is Copyrighted by Warner Bros. And J. K.
Rowling. The Matrix, and Neo are also Copyrighted by Warner Bros.
:
Harry Potter and the Glove of Exodus.
*
Chapter 4 : Dumbledore
*
As he ran his black leather jacket flew out behind him, a passing
group of teenagers, around Harry's age shouted out "Hey, Matrix" and
laughed at him, Harry recognised them as one of the groups that had
tormented him in his primary school. He wondered what they meant, calling
him "Matrix" because after spending nearly all year in a wizard school
Harry didn't know what "The Matrix" was, all he knew was that he loved his
new jacket, all the more so that it was a present from Sirius.
*
As Harry ran down the road he passed an old beggar in the street, at
least that what he thought he was, until he heard his name being called
and, turning round, he saw Dumbledore standing where the beggar had just
been. He looked slightly strange in the old muggle clothing that he had
donned as a camouflage in the muggle word, in front of him was a cloth cap
that had a few coins including, Harry noticed, half a dozen Knuts.
*
Harry look at his elderly headmaster in shock, he has certainly aged
a lot since Harry had seen him last, his long white hair was turning grey
and silver and his wrinkles seemed to cover his face. His eyes were drooped
and baggy and Harry saw an old walking stick in his hand. Harry couldn't
imagine what Dumbledore had been through with the Order but it had
certainly taken its toil.
*
"Ah, Harry. I see you are surprised to see me here, but after
receiving your letter and reading about the Dover attack in the Prophet I
thought it best that I should take you to Hogwarts personally. This is for
your own protection, Harry, I do not need to warn you of the dangers that
you are facing now that Voldemort is publicly back, he does not need to
keep to the shadows."
*
Dumbledore bent down and picked up the cloth hat and placed it on the
wall, slowly he waved his walking stick over it and whispered a few words.
*
"Now Harry, this is now a port key that will take us to my office"
Slowly he looked around and seeing no one, he nodded to Harry and they both
touched the hat.
*****
A sharp tugging gripped Harry's heart. He was pulled back into a
blinding light that seemed to be in his head, because it even shown when
Harry had closed his eyes. The light seemed to change colours as Harry sped
through nothingness; strange sounds filled his ears, wails, moans and
occasional sobs. He had never experienced anything like it, most port keys
he had used had only lasted a second, but this seemed to go on forever.
*
The colours changed to black and blood scarlet. Harry would have
shivered if he hadn't been paralysed with fright. This was too much, Images
began to flash before his eyes, death and destruction, Cedric, lying there
by the grave, dead. Sirius, with that stupid grin on his face, falling back
into the veal and his parent, in the rubble of their old house, lying
there, pale and unmarked, except the look of pure hate for their
destructor, Voldemort, on their faces. A flash of green light struck Harry
like a slap on his face, as he landed on a cold stone floor.
*
Harry awoke feeling sore, his arms ached and his back was
uncomfortable. Looking round Harry realised with a shock that his arms and
legs were chained to the wall of a dark and wet dungeon cell. Green slime
oozed from the walls and in the corner a leak in the ceiling was dripping
with an annoying tap, tap, tap, like the second hand of an old clock.
Looking round the cell Harry noticed that there was no windows or doors,
the walls were built using great slabs of thick stone that had grown with
green moss and wet gooey slugs crept along the floor.
*
Harry sat, waiting for something to happen. He had lost track of
time, only an unnatural green light filled the cell, so Harry had no way of
telling what time of day, or night, it was. Harry shivered and suddenly
realised that he was not wearing his jacket. The water and slime from the
walls was seeping through his shirt and making his back wet. He had
discarded his glasses soon after he had woken, finding them smashed and too
dirty to see through.
*
Everything in the cell was dirty, from the cell itself to Harry, who
had been in the cell for over a day. No one had been to see him and he
could only guess who his captures were. Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
*
On what felt like the forth day Harry collapsed into a deep sleep
from shire fatigue and hunger, he had not been able to sleep because of the
constant dripping and no one had been in with food or water. When he awoke
he found a bowl of water, and drunk till he could drink no more. His
captors were magic then, the bowl refilling itself until he had stopped
drinking. On the fifth day he had a visitor, it was .
***
To be continued.
*
Chapter 5 : Dark Visitor.
You will find out who Harry's mysteries visitor is and where he is being
held
don't recognise. Harry Potter is Copyrighted by Warner Bros. And J. K.
Rowling. The Matrix, and Neo are also Copyrighted by Warner Bros.
:
Harry Potter and the Glove of Exodus.
*
Chapter 4 : Dumbledore
*
As he ran his black leather jacket flew out behind him, a passing
group of teenagers, around Harry's age shouted out "Hey, Matrix" and
laughed at him, Harry recognised them as one of the groups that had
tormented him in his primary school. He wondered what they meant, calling
him "Matrix" because after spending nearly all year in a wizard school
Harry didn't know what "The Matrix" was, all he knew was that he loved his
new jacket, all the more so that it was a present from Sirius.
*
As Harry ran down the road he passed an old beggar in the street, at
least that what he thought he was, until he heard his name being called
and, turning round, he saw Dumbledore standing where the beggar had just
been. He looked slightly strange in the old muggle clothing that he had
donned as a camouflage in the muggle word, in front of him was a cloth cap
that had a few coins including, Harry noticed, half a dozen Knuts.
*
Harry look at his elderly headmaster in shock, he has certainly aged
a lot since Harry had seen him last, his long white hair was turning grey
and silver and his wrinkles seemed to cover his face. His eyes were drooped
and baggy and Harry saw an old walking stick in his hand. Harry couldn't
imagine what Dumbledore had been through with the Order but it had
certainly taken its toil.
*
"Ah, Harry. I see you are surprised to see me here, but after
receiving your letter and reading about the Dover attack in the Prophet I
thought it best that I should take you to Hogwarts personally. This is for
your own protection, Harry, I do not need to warn you of the dangers that
you are facing now that Voldemort is publicly back, he does not need to
keep to the shadows."
*
Dumbledore bent down and picked up the cloth hat and placed it on the
wall, slowly he waved his walking stick over it and whispered a few words.
*
"Now Harry, this is now a port key that will take us to my office"
Slowly he looked around and seeing no one, he nodded to Harry and they both
touched the hat.
*****
A sharp tugging gripped Harry's heart. He was pulled back into a
blinding light that seemed to be in his head, because it even shown when
Harry had closed his eyes. The light seemed to change colours as Harry sped
through nothingness; strange sounds filled his ears, wails, moans and
occasional sobs. He had never experienced anything like it, most port keys
he had used had only lasted a second, but this seemed to go on forever.
*
The colours changed to black and blood scarlet. Harry would have
shivered if he hadn't been paralysed with fright. This was too much, Images
began to flash before his eyes, death and destruction, Cedric, lying there
by the grave, dead. Sirius, with that stupid grin on his face, falling back
into the veal and his parent, in the rubble of their old house, lying
there, pale and unmarked, except the look of pure hate for their
destructor, Voldemort, on their faces. A flash of green light struck Harry
like a slap on his face, as he landed on a cold stone floor.
*
Harry awoke feeling sore, his arms ached and his back was
uncomfortable. Looking round Harry realised with a shock that his arms and
legs were chained to the wall of a dark and wet dungeon cell. Green slime
oozed from the walls and in the corner a leak in the ceiling was dripping
with an annoying tap, tap, tap, like the second hand of an old clock.
Looking round the cell Harry noticed that there was no windows or doors,
the walls were built using great slabs of thick stone that had grown with
green moss and wet gooey slugs crept along the floor.
*
Harry sat, waiting for something to happen. He had lost track of
time, only an unnatural green light filled the cell, so Harry had no way of
telling what time of day, or night, it was. Harry shivered and suddenly
realised that he was not wearing his jacket. The water and slime from the
walls was seeping through his shirt and making his back wet. He had
discarded his glasses soon after he had woken, finding them smashed and too
dirty to see through.
*
Everything in the cell was dirty, from the cell itself to Harry, who
had been in the cell for over a day. No one had been to see him and he
could only guess who his captures were. Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
*
On what felt like the forth day Harry collapsed into a deep sleep
from shire fatigue and hunger, he had not been able to sleep because of the
constant dripping and no one had been in with food or water. When he awoke
he found a bowl of water, and drunk till he could drink no more. His
captors were magic then, the bowl refilling itself until he had stopped
drinking. On the fifth day he had a visitor, it was .
***
To be continued.
*
Chapter 5 : Dark Visitor.
You will find out who Harry's mysteries visitor is and where he is being
held
