The Legacy of the Founders :: By: JoC a.k.a JkReviewer
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Chapter XI – Special services
A soft something touched Harry's lips and he was torn from his pleasant dream at once, only to wake up to an even better reality. "Good morni…" Harry tied saying to the beautiful face of his girlfriend, pressed so tightly against his – but she silenced him with another kiss.
"Shhh…. The others will wake up soon – you have to leave now!" she whispered. Another kiss reassured Harry that she really didn't wont him to go but he had too. Harry was glad she had chosen to climb under the cloak before kissing him, because the position she was in right at that moment – laying on top of him - would seem very suspicious even to Harry himself.
"I'll see you this afternoon." Harry nodded, gathered his things and headed for the common room door. His muscles were still sore and tired from the fight yesterday, but he could never let that get to him. The last thought as he turned and waved goodbye to Cho, was a strange sense of battle pride but in that too, a feeling of nausea.
Winning the battle against his arch nemesis had been a wonderful experience, no doubt about it. But it had also produced more questions than answers. For instance: How was he able to shake a full body bind of, like a loosely bound rope? Was the feeling of triumph and power he had known during the battle wrong? Was he a bad person for finding joy in being stronger than others and using this power?
Harry was so deep in thought that he didn't even register the nightshade black robe, before he walked right into it. An angry sneer was heard and he was just about to apologise, when he saw whom he had run into. "Watch where you are…" Snape managed to say before discovering the identity of his "attacker". The usual twitch near the edge of his lips appeared, something that only happened when he had a chance to humiliate or annoy Harry. "Not respecting a teacher – that's detention for you Potter!" he said quickly, the coldness in his eyes replaced with a hidden menacing glow.
"But Sir I was…" Harry began, knowing it was futile. Snape's 'smile' widened. "And ten points from Griffindor for interrupting… Report to Mr Filch in the Trophy room tomorrow – no magic allowed!" And with that he was off, not sparing Harry a single glance.
I should have seen it coming, Harry thought while walking back to the Griffindor commonroom, muttering all swear words he knew. It had been almost a week since he had any points deducted, so it was only expected. "Well it could have been worse," he said to himself just before entering through the portrait, "If he had known where I came from!"
He sighed loudly, as he realised that the happy thought, that involved him sleeping a few more precious hours before school, wouldn't happen. Before him stood his two best friends both with their arms crossed - but with totally different expressions on their face. Hermione looked like a young McGonagall with a sour look, while Ron looked like the schoolboy he was, a big smirk on his face and a weird sparkle in his eye. Harry sighed again, and made his way to his favourite chair by the fire. "Don't worry – I'll tell you everything!"
Secretly he just wanted to sleep, being exhausted from the fight and all, but he knew they wouldn't let him be alone until they knew where he had been. Hermione's face seemed to ease up a bit, as she and Ron took seats close to each other in the couch opposite Harry. He shook his head unknowingly, hoping they would take the story well and without screaming. "Remember that challenge Malfoy issued…" he began, and continued thereafter to tell the whole story. As always, his friends made a very good audience – gasping and smiling at the right moments, but when he was finished they both wore looks of concern. Ron looked a bit disappointed too.
Silence followed his last words. Harry was afraid they would feel neglected for not bringing them along. Maybe they thought him careless and reckless, but Harry wasn't really in the mood for a deep conversation at this hour. Suddenly, without even haven't thought about it he blurted out: "Now tell about you…" They looked as surprised as Harry felt, neither could believe that he would turn it on them now. Ron looked horrified, his eyes dodging from side to side, but Hermione seemed to have known it coming.
"No use in hiding it anymore… It doesn't matter anyway!" she said, making Ron's eyes wide in fear, before a hurt looking frown appeared on his face. But he didn't say anything. Instead Hermione sighed loudly and Harry turned towards her – the great mystery was about to be unveiled.
"Well, as you know I have been visiting the borrow this summer…" she began, pausing briefly looking for words. "Me and Ron we, umm, we had a really good time together!" She seemed very nervous for such a calm person – actually a bit scared. A sudden movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, as he saw Ron move his hand over Hermione's. Even though he had expected it for some time, his mouth still dropped a bit – most likely making him look really shocked. She too, was eye Ron with a look a pure confusion at this moment.
"Soooo…. You two are together now?" Harry asked slowly, not sure what he should read into all this. They both shook their heads, adding to the mixed up thoughts in his mind. "No we are just friends! Like always." Ron said, with a hint of determination in his voice. Hermione made no move to confirm them, but she didn't say anything against it either.
Harry shook his head violently. This was getting to confusing. "Ok, from the beginning please. What happened and why?"
As it turned out Hermione had stayed with the Weasley's over the summer, and one night after having watched the newest fireworks from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, she and Ron had been in very high spirits – and had kissed each other. Neither could explain why, and they hadn't talked about it afterwards. Not until aboard the Hogwarts express, and even there they couldn't seem to figure out what to do – so they decided to stay friends. Loud sighs followed the end of the tale and his two friends were looking anywhere but at each other.
Although Harry felt that some of the truth had been left out, he figured it wouldn't be good to bother them about it right now. The silence between them was as thick as mud; a strange air of tension and relief clouded everything. All three of them looked deep in thought, until a sudden shout from the other end of the common room sliced through a rejuvenated the ability to speak.
"Hey look guys…" Neville practically yelled. "Hogsmeade trip coming up in a week!" Most people made there way to the bulleting board; apparently it was a shopping trip for the ball. Harry seized the moment. He needed to know. "So do you guys have any dates for the ball?" he said eyeing them suspiciously. A startled expression crossed the doubting features of his two friends, a just then Harry realised that he had right all along.
"Well…ummm…no I'm just going alone I think…" Ron muttered, while Hermione nodded her head furiously in agreement. It seemed like that was the end of this conversation, but Harry still felt that strange tension between him and his friends. They used to tell each other everything – but now…
"What do you say we go to Hogsmeade together, just the three of us – like all times?" he chanced, smiling inwardly as their frowns and dodging eyes disappeared. "Really Harry? I mean, don't you want to spend it with Cho?" Hermione said, barely above a whisper hoping her comment wouldn't change his mind. "Of course, she is my girlfriends…" he replied. Hermiones face fell and Ron looked angry. "But I knew you guys before I even noticed her – we will go together this time!"
The rest of that morning before classes had been used to catch up on everything they hadn't shared. Ron had giving Harry a big smirk when he got to the part about sleeping in the Ravenclaw common room, but Hermione had prevented him from asking anything further.
"You'll tell me later right?" he whispered in Harry's ear as they sat down for breakfast. Harry shook his head – even if something had happened he wasn't sure he would tell. Not now anyways. "Nothing happened…" he hissed back, to loud for comfort, earning them both a disapproving smile from Hermione.
Harry spent the rest of the morning and the classes that day, dreading how Cho would take his impulsive decision to spent some time with his friends instead of her. Hopefully she wouldn't get mad, but you never knew with girls.
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Although haven looked for her every time he got between classes and in breaks, Harry hadn't be able to find Cho and now it was too late for today. He was on his way to the trophy room to serve his detention. Ron and Hermione had seemed really strange when he left them, trying hard not to smile it seemed. He shook his head. "I wish I knew Legilimency" he said to himself, before knocking the door. No reply. He knocked again, but still no answer.
Slowly Harry opened the door, the faint smile on his lips that hoped Filch had forgotten, disappearing fast as he walked in. A large bucket of Mrs. Scower's Magical Mess Remover (now in 3 different colours) was the only occupant of the room, and a small note saying "Get to work, can't be here, Peeves is troublesome, room is magically watched!"
Harry sighed as he realised that a thousand years of existence meant a lot of trophies. He picked up the bucket and started cleaning of the first trophy. It was a nice gold looking one, with a miniature bludger zooming around a broom on top. "Most strongheaded Quidditch player this century: Jonathan Bloky – 1799. Bludgers taken to the head: 251!" A smile spread across his lips as he read on and discovered more awards as crazy as this one.
In this end of the room there were awards for: most points deducted on one occasion, most loops made on a training broom without throwing up and longest kiss during a festival. For a school with a rule set as strict as Hogwarts it was a huge surprise to find these awards, but as he made his way longer down the line of trophies, the causes started to grow more and more important and impressive.
He took a moment to look around, and check out other parts of the room. It seemed that the awards were divided into three categories: General awards, Mastery awards and Special Awards. The general awards, were like the ones he had seen minutes ago, usually nothing important.
The Mastery awards, had been given to people who had excellenced in something, for instance Potion N.E.W.T's or similar. To his deepest disgust he realised that a lot of these had been given to Tom Marvolo Riddle, so he quickly moved on.
As his gaze fell upon the trophies and other awards in the last cabinet he recognised a particular one. "For special services to the school – 1993. Awarded to Harry James Potter and Ronald Weasley." He smiled. Ron had always felt he stood in the shadows of his brothers, but here were the proof that he had outdone them all – not to mention that this particular special service, involved saving his kid sister.
The next one in line had too been awarded to Voldemort, when he was still a student. Harry would have thought it removed by now, but perhaps he was mistaken in his assumption. Riddle had received this one for exposing Hagrid as owner of a pet that murdered a student, so now that it had all been resolved – why was it still here? He shrugged and moved on. The next one was a strange one indeed. It seemed to be all the colours of the rainbow but if you tried to figure out what colour it were, it would change. The description on it brought another smile to Harry's lips. "Awarded for 'doing unseen things with a wand' 1858 to Albus Percial Wulfric Brian Dumbledore"
Over the years, he, Ron and Hermione had more than once found their way to the trophy room, and during their second year Ron had the exact same task as Harry had been given. His father even had his own award around here somewhere, and they had been to check out their own a few times too. Still, Harry had a nagging feeling that something was different. He searched around the room to see if he was watched, but couldn't find anything unusual. He shrugged it off, and put the thought aside. The exhaustions was getting the better of me, he thought as he turned his attention back towards the last award of the evening.
A small square stone with a cross in the middle – most likely made of gold, but it was like an unnatural fire swept across it at every glance. His mouth fell open in shock as he read the inscription.
"Awarded to Lillian R. Evans and James H. Potter" No reason, no explanation, just the names. At the bottom, on the very stand a few scratches could be seen. As Harry leaned in close, he felt his hair stand on ends on the back of head, as the small lines and moved around forming tiny words. "Altor Servos Ianua Aetas" Harry read aloud, the words echoing in his head like a distant memory. And then it happened. For a second the award flashed deep red, and instead of seeing his own reflection in the newly polished trophy, he saw two pairs of eyes belonging to the pair of people Harry could recognise anywhere. His father had his arm around his mother, and she cuddled in close to him. They looked so young. Seventeen, maybe eighteen he thought. But how was this possible?
"May your choice guide you well my son…" a male's voice, that seemed to come from everywhere around him said. His father's lips weren't moving but he smiled, looking very proud. "We knew of this day…" a girls voice continued in the same matter as before. His mother's eyes were sparkling, giving of a strange glow. A tear slowly rolled down Harry's cheek. "We love you always… Seek the chamber!" they chorused, their voices moving through the air like the wind - as the image started to fade away. And then all went black.
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A sudden sense of chillness brought Harry to his elbows with lighting speed. He spit out what he hoped was water, opened his eyes and found himself on the floor, completely soaked. "Tsk tsk Harry… I didn't know my boyfriend was such a lazy sleepy head!" he heard Cho say as he turned around to face her. She wasn't alone though, Ron and Hermione was with her too. Ron had a big smile on his face, and his wand was still pointed at Harry. Hermione giggled slightly, something she wasn't very known for doing. Harry got to his feet, still somewhat confused.
"I can't believe you were able to sleep your detention away… lucky dog." Ron said, faking a grumpy look. They all laughed at this, although Harry's was quite forced. Had he dreamt it all? Was it just a product of his imagination? Cho's seducing wink brought the strange thoughts out of his mind, and he remembered that he hadn't seen her the entire day. A big smile grew and his face.
Hermione seemed to read between the lines, and she nudged Ron in the ribs – earning herself an angry glare before he got her point. "Well… We will see you later Harry!" she said, Ron giving him a smirk and thumbs up behind Cho's back. Harry tried so suppress his happy grin, and shook his head slowly. Cho looked at him, chewing her lower lip, with a sparkle in her eye. Harry knew he had to tell Cho about the change of Hogsmeade plans sooner or later, but with a look like that on her face, Harry's mind soon drifted of to other things.
"We have a lot to catch up on Mr Potter…" she said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close. He smiled wickedly, causing a small blush on her cheeks. "Really? I don't think we will have time for talking at all." He kissed her lightly on her lips. She giggled, and threw her arms around his neck. "Who said anything about talking…?"
They both laughed, but Cho's leg somehow blocked the step Harry was about to take. He felt himself loosing balance, and she squealed as the toppled sideways, thankfully landing softly on the big red entrance carpet. The laughed lovingly as Harry pulled Cho in closer. She closed her eyes when their lips touched, her tongue meeting his, a few seconds later. The coldness of the unheated hallway, soon disappeared – Harry could feel himself warming up.
Cho were smiling seductively as they broke apart, and she licked her lips slowly. "You little witch…" Harry whispered at her obvious attempts to infatuate him. She was about to reply when he seized her lips again, and whatever she was about to say became a soft moan of pleasure instead. Harry broke apart gently and started kissing her neck on that spot he had found. She moaned louder, grabbing a handful of his hair pulling him back. Harry brought his face back to hers, and the next minute or so was spent in complete silence.
"I could get used to this…" she said, as she leaned in again.
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Ok that ended a bit "suddenly" but I have to break up the chapters here…
Ok, this is without a doubt my most boring and uneventful chapter yet. *shakes head* I really hope the next one will be better, but I need this essential plot parts!
Sorry for it taking almost a week to come out, but it's the best I can do at the moment with all the school work I have. :| Anyway, the story is slowly progressing but I would like some comments about how my weighing of various topics is. Too much fluff, to little – more action in the future, less?
Disclaimer: Points his wand at J.K.Rowling! "Expelliarmus". A set of documents flies through the air and into the hands of the author. "Hahaha… The potter world is mine – MINE! Ahahaha!"
Anyway, as always: I don't own any thing related to the Potter-universe that you can recognize!
Any criticism or comment you might have, about the story, the grammar, my weird sense of humour – I would be happy to hear it!
Respond to reviewers:
Adrienne22 – Why thank you – I'm getting quite fond of it myself too!
Lagalos – Point taken, I will try not to use them as much anymore. Glad you liked it…
Indigal – Thanks! Corax wasn't really meant to happen, but now it have changed the entire storyline (well a little anyways) and that's probably why it took me some time to write this chapter. Thanks again for reviewing o faithful one! =)
PeZ-yUaN – I will don't worry! Thanks for the translation – I might call upon your help later on :)
BlazinAngelWings – Glad you found it intriguing, it was meant to be like that! Hopefully this chapter will give you even more questions… Thanks for the comments about the other stuff! :)
Slate07 – Pwew… That fight was actually difficult to write, and if you count I used a lot of different spells, instead of just the regular ones!
JazzyD – nang? Huh? Of course if will continue my "nang" story… hehe! I was actually surprised when I went to England this summer that pissed means drunk??? Thnaks for reviewing again! Nang… (Im always on my J!)
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