Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as it belongs to J.K. Rowling. I also do not own the concept of the Abhorsen, Mogget, Clayr, the Charter or anything related to them, as they belong to Garth Nix. I also do not own the play "Beowulf.".
^I'm not sure if that is the correct way to use the Bells since it's been a little while since I read two of the three-book series by Garth Nix. If this is not the right way to use the bells, then someone kindly tell me in your review or e-mail me so I can correct it.^
Chapter Six
As Harry lay in bed that night, he could not sleep, so he stared at the ceiling. One of his arms was tucked under his head and his other lay loosely across his waist. He shivered as he thought of the brandolier that lay on his chair at his desk.
Harry slowly sat up and left the tower in his invisibility cloak. He sought out his mother's room and found it not too far from the Gryffindor Tower. In fact it was behind the painting of Godric Gryffindor. Godric seemed to stare him down as if Harry was a Slytherin caught sneaking into the Gryffindor Tower. Harry didn't like the look he was getting one bit.
"James," he stated the password softly.
The painting of Godric swung open to reveal the sleepy face of Lilly. The instant she saw that it was Harry, she woke right up.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure," she stated softly and moved to the side.
Harry entered the room, the painting swinging shut behind him. Lilly motioned for him to have a seat on the couch.
"I feel weird," Harry started softly after sitting on the couch, "Not a bad weird, but weird none the less. When I think about the Nine Gates of Death or anything related to being the Abhorsen, it feels as if something is standing next to my bed, breathing, and each breath is a cold blast. A blast that seeps into my body right down to the bones. And I constantly feel as if I am waist deep in ice cold water."
"That is not normal," Lilly replied softly, "It sounds as if someone or something is after you."
"Voldemort is the only one that I know of," Harry stated, "But there could be more now that I am starting my Abhorsen training."
"Yes that is a poss-" Lilly stopped in midsentence for no particular reason.
"Mom?"
Lilly held up a hand to silence him. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she felt the presence of three Shadow Hands and a Mordicant.
"We have company," she softly announced, "Three Shadow Hands and a Mordicant. They're headed for Gryffindor Tower. Who could they be after?"
"Me?"
"Maybe, but I think they'll go for your weakness."
"Moine!" Harry exclaimed, jumped up to a standing position, and threw his father's invisiblity cloak on.
He rushed out the door before Lilly could stop him.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione couldn't sleep that night. Something in the back of her mind was say that something was wrong. Suddenly she heard something that sounded like a wounded dog howling. The door to her prefect dorm room exploded into pieces and a creature she had never seen before stalked into the room.
To her, it looked like the creature from "Beowulf". It reached out with what looked remotely like a hand. Hermione knew that it wasn't for a handshake, as long claws reached for her unprotected throat. Hermione closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come.
"MOINE!"
Hermione's eyes snapped open as she heard Harry scream her nickname. He was now standing between her and the monster, arms open wide, shielding her from the monster.
"Accio Abhorsen Sword and brandolier!" Harry called out, stretching his wand arm out farther, hand strangely empty.
The summoned items came flying into the room, going through the wrecked door, and landed in Harry's outstretched hand. The creature stood there, looked at Harry in confusment. As soon as Harry had placed on the brandolier, it saw the bells and sword and let out a roar.
The roar sent shivers down both Harry and Hermione's spines. It sounded strangely familiar to Harry, but he could not think of why. He looked at the thing with grim determination. It roared once more as Harry leapt forward. He had a feeling that it knew just who it was facing.
~~~~~~~~~
Harry had no idea how to win, but he kept fighting. Moine, he had to protect her no matter what. Suddenly, Lilly appeared in the door, her face was also set in grim determination.
"Harry! Use Saraneth!"
"How?!"
"Swing it in an figure 8, slowly!"
Harry nodded once, removed the bell from the leather pouch, and rung it like his mother had told him. The Mordicant shrunk back in fear, but it couldn't do anything more since it was now binded to Harry's will.
"Now," Lilly stated calmly, "Ring Kibeth."
Harry did as told and the Mordicant disappeared with a muffled howl. Harry turned to Hermione to see if she was alright.
"What was that thing?!" she asked with slight panic in her voice.
"That was a Mordicant," Lilly replied for Harry, "One of the strongest dead creatures around. A Mordicant can only be risen by a Necromander, which means he has at least one on his side."
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Hermione asked shakily.
"Voldemort!" Harry growled.
"Harry? How did you...how did..."
"How did you summon without using a wand?" Lilly filled in for her.
"I don't know," Harry replied, "All I knew was that I needed to protect Moine with them. I called and they came."
"Wandless magic," Lily replied, "Great, already your powers are showing."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"It's a long story," Lily stated, clearly trying to avoid answering his simple question.
"We've got plenty of time," Harry replied.
"After we see Dumbledore," Lily commaned, then yawned, and added, "Only we'll see him in the morning."
And with that, Lily left the room to return to her own and get some more sleep. Hermione couldn't sleep, in her room, after what just happened and so Harry offered to lend her the use of his bed.
~~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked him for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Yes," Harry replied softly, "I'm sure."
"I don't want to take your bed," Hermione stated softly, "The floor doesn't look all that comfortable."
"I insist, besides I can't sleep."
Hermione didn't look convinced, but she drifted off without voicing one more question. Harry was surprised when he saw that she slept without any nightmares about what had happened. Slowly the night began to wind down and dawn was fast approaching and yet, Harry had not slept. No, he was now in what he had termed 'Professor Moody Mode' half-way through the night.
^I'm not sure if that is the correct way to use the Bells since it's been a little while since I read two of the three-book series by Garth Nix. If this is not the right way to use the bells, then someone kindly tell me in your review or e-mail me so I can correct it.^
Chapter Six
As Harry lay in bed that night, he could not sleep, so he stared at the ceiling. One of his arms was tucked under his head and his other lay loosely across his waist. He shivered as he thought of the brandolier that lay on his chair at his desk.
Harry slowly sat up and left the tower in his invisibility cloak. He sought out his mother's room and found it not too far from the Gryffindor Tower. In fact it was behind the painting of Godric Gryffindor. Godric seemed to stare him down as if Harry was a Slytherin caught sneaking into the Gryffindor Tower. Harry didn't like the look he was getting one bit.
"James," he stated the password softly.
The painting of Godric swung open to reveal the sleepy face of Lilly. The instant she saw that it was Harry, she woke right up.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure," she stated softly and moved to the side.
Harry entered the room, the painting swinging shut behind him. Lilly motioned for him to have a seat on the couch.
"I feel weird," Harry started softly after sitting on the couch, "Not a bad weird, but weird none the less. When I think about the Nine Gates of Death or anything related to being the Abhorsen, it feels as if something is standing next to my bed, breathing, and each breath is a cold blast. A blast that seeps into my body right down to the bones. And I constantly feel as if I am waist deep in ice cold water."
"That is not normal," Lilly replied softly, "It sounds as if someone or something is after you."
"Voldemort is the only one that I know of," Harry stated, "But there could be more now that I am starting my Abhorsen training."
"Yes that is a poss-" Lilly stopped in midsentence for no particular reason.
"Mom?"
Lilly held up a hand to silence him. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she felt the presence of three Shadow Hands and a Mordicant.
"We have company," she softly announced, "Three Shadow Hands and a Mordicant. They're headed for Gryffindor Tower. Who could they be after?"
"Me?"
"Maybe, but I think they'll go for your weakness."
"Moine!" Harry exclaimed, jumped up to a standing position, and threw his father's invisiblity cloak on.
He rushed out the door before Lilly could stop him.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione couldn't sleep that night. Something in the back of her mind was say that something was wrong. Suddenly she heard something that sounded like a wounded dog howling. The door to her prefect dorm room exploded into pieces and a creature she had never seen before stalked into the room.
To her, it looked like the creature from "Beowulf". It reached out with what looked remotely like a hand. Hermione knew that it wasn't for a handshake, as long claws reached for her unprotected throat. Hermione closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come.
"MOINE!"
Hermione's eyes snapped open as she heard Harry scream her nickname. He was now standing between her and the monster, arms open wide, shielding her from the monster.
"Accio Abhorsen Sword and brandolier!" Harry called out, stretching his wand arm out farther, hand strangely empty.
The summoned items came flying into the room, going through the wrecked door, and landed in Harry's outstretched hand. The creature stood there, looked at Harry in confusment. As soon as Harry had placed on the brandolier, it saw the bells and sword and let out a roar.
The roar sent shivers down both Harry and Hermione's spines. It sounded strangely familiar to Harry, but he could not think of why. He looked at the thing with grim determination. It roared once more as Harry leapt forward. He had a feeling that it knew just who it was facing.
~~~~~~~~~
Harry had no idea how to win, but he kept fighting. Moine, he had to protect her no matter what. Suddenly, Lilly appeared in the door, her face was also set in grim determination.
"Harry! Use Saraneth!"
"How?!"
"Swing it in an figure 8, slowly!"
Harry nodded once, removed the bell from the leather pouch, and rung it like his mother had told him. The Mordicant shrunk back in fear, but it couldn't do anything more since it was now binded to Harry's will.
"Now," Lilly stated calmly, "Ring Kibeth."
Harry did as told and the Mordicant disappeared with a muffled howl. Harry turned to Hermione to see if she was alright.
"What was that thing?!" she asked with slight panic in her voice.
"That was a Mordicant," Lilly replied for Harry, "One of the strongest dead creatures around. A Mordicant can only be risen by a Necromander, which means he has at least one on his side."
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Hermione asked shakily.
"Voldemort!" Harry growled.
"Harry? How did you...how did..."
"How did you summon without using a wand?" Lilly filled in for her.
"I don't know," Harry replied, "All I knew was that I needed to protect Moine with them. I called and they came."
"Wandless magic," Lily replied, "Great, already your powers are showing."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"It's a long story," Lily stated, clearly trying to avoid answering his simple question.
"We've got plenty of time," Harry replied.
"After we see Dumbledore," Lily commaned, then yawned, and added, "Only we'll see him in the morning."
And with that, Lily left the room to return to her own and get some more sleep. Hermione couldn't sleep, in her room, after what just happened and so Harry offered to lend her the use of his bed.
~~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked him for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Yes," Harry replied softly, "I'm sure."
"I don't want to take your bed," Hermione stated softly, "The floor doesn't look all that comfortable."
"I insist, besides I can't sleep."
Hermione didn't look convinced, but she drifted off without voicing one more question. Harry was surprised when he saw that she slept without any nightmares about what had happened. Slowly the night began to wind down and dawn was fast approaching and yet, Harry had not slept. No, he was now in what he had termed 'Professor Moody Mode' half-way through the night.
