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Chapter 4: Of Fainting and Other Fun Activities
Hearing a rather loud thump drew the attention of the other students and once they noticed the state their teacher was in, general madness insued. The level of noise had risen so high, other classes were making there way to the Transfiguration class to figure out what was going on. The first adult on the scene was Professor Filius Flitwick, Charms teacher and Head of Ravenclaw.
"What's going on here? Minerva!?! Why is she on the floor?" Professor Flitwick awaited an answer from one of the students. Ron was too stunned by what Harry had done and the fact that their professor had passed out to answer, so naturally, it was left to Hermione to explain to him what happened. Once she had told him that Harry had performed wandless magic, he too fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Great! Just great. Now we have two teachers unconscious on the floor. Does anybody know how to awaken them? I've read about how, but never actually tried. I don't fancy making a teacher my test subject," Hermione smartly said.
"Uh, how 'bout I go and get the Headmaster?" Neville asked. After getting the consent from practically every one present, Neville took off in the general direction of the Headmaster's office. When he returned with the Headmaster, the general student body had left a wide berth around the two professors and the student that had been the cause of their dilemma.
"Well, what happened here? It appears that the professor of this class and another are unconscious on the floor," Dumbledore asked. As he was getting an answer from everyone at once, he decided to revive the teachers and ask them what had happened themselves. "Enervrate."
A low moan issued from Professor McGonagal as she slowly slid back into consciousness along with Professor Flitwick. Their eyes fluttered open and once they remembered what happened, a gasp of amazement issued forth from their mouths. No words were spoken as they simply stared at the young boy who had accomplished what was believed to be impossible. May impossibilities were possible to this young boy. Maybe he could do the unthinkable.
"Ah, welcome back to the land of the conscious professors. Perhaps one of you would be good enough to grace me with the knowledge of why you were unconscious in the first place?" Cocking his head to the side with an amused smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore awaited their answer.
With shaking fingers, the two professors managed to point to a flustered and confused Harry. This indicated to the Headmaster that he was the reason for their apparent distress.
"Well Harry my boy, apparently you know what happened, so why don't you tell me," Dumbledore kindly asked.
"Hn. Did magic, they fainted," was Harry's eloquent reply.
"Odd, just because Harry was able to do the spell doesn't mean they should have passed out. I wonder why..." Dumbledore was saying, only to be interrupted by both McGonagal and Flitwick when they exclaimed to him that Harry had done the magic without the use of a wand or any other type of magic enhancing device.
"My! That is extraordinary my boy! We will have to test you to see how far your wandless abilities go! Of course, we still will be taking you to get your wand today. Yes, yes. Very intriguing. Well, since you have caused enough commotion today, why don't I go ahead and take you to Diagon Alley?" Of course, Dumbledore didn't even wait for a reply before he continued talking. "Very good! Well off we go. Plenty to get, yes sir! Let's see, we'll need a wand, books, robes...," and he mumbled on and on about everything they'd have to buy once they arrived.
Harry had been obediently following the senile old man because he was quite intrigued in getting all of this stuff and in how they were going to get to this "Diagon Alley". Of course, he wondered exactly what that place was, but he figured he'd find out soon enough. They soon reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster's office and Dumbledore loudly proclaimed "SNICKERS" causing the gargoyle to move out of the way and show a set of stairs leading up.
"Ah, yes. Today, young man, we shall be traveling by floo powder." He showed him a bag full of what appeared to be dirt. "Now, you just take a pinch of this, throw it into the flames and exclaim, in a clear voice, where it is you want to go. In our instance we would say Diagon Alley. Then you step into the flames, make sure to keep your elbows tucked in and your eyes closed, and it will take you to where we are headed. Ready lad?"
Nervously, Harry shook his head in the affirmative and took a small pinch of the powder, tossed it in, and stepped into the flames. He then proclaimed in a calm voice, "Diagon Alley!," and felt himself rushing out and away from the Headmaster's office. Once his feet had once again landed on ground, he opened his eyes and stepped out of the grate. He wondered where he was and whether or not he had gotten it right. People where looking at him strangely and he didn't like it one bit. He had the urge to run and not stop until he found some woods or something, but smothered those thoughts. He wanted to continue school, he simply had to wait for Dumbledore.
Shortly after finishing that thought, the Headmaster arrived in the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, the bartender, and everyone else stopped what they were doing in order to great him and shake his hand. He just smiled jovially and told them all that he was here to get one of their young students his supplies. When they asked him why the boy didn't already have his supplies, Dumbledore vaguely answered that the time had not been appropriate for him to retrieve his stuff over the summer.
"Come along, boy. Much to do, yes, much indeed," Dumbledore said. He then led Harry out the back door of the pub and to the brick wall. Harry wondered what he was doing, but then he figured that the man was not quite all there and maybe he should point out that there was nowhere to go when Dumbledore pulled out his own wand. Intrigued, Harry watched as he proceeded to touch certain stones with his wand and all the stones moved out of his way making an arch into what appeared to be another city.
"Diagon Alley, been quite sometime since I've actually been here. Yes, let's head to Gringotts first, have to get some money," Dumbledore said.
TBC
I know, it's a lot shorter than the other chapters, but that seemed like a good place to stop. I must say that this story has already taken a 180 from what I wanted it to be. Not that I don't like where it is going.
One person pointed out that I didn't give a detailed description of Harry, I didn't on purpose. I like to leave exactly what he looks like up to the reader. Everyone gets their own ideas. He could be short, tall, muscled, or wiry. It depends on the reader and what they want to see.
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