Chapter 2:
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the boy's room, forming a small circle, or maybe it should be called a triangle, on Ron's four poster. As the year before, the room still gave Harry a gloomy feeling, but the smell of mold was at least gone.
Dumbledore's announcement about the American's had taken the trio by surprise, they had never expected the old wizard to ask for their help. But Harry, Ron, and Hermione had overcome the shock of being asked and had begun to feel a swelling pride over the whole ordeal. They may have not been members of the Order yet, but at least this way they could join the fight.
Hermione pulled out her map, tapped her wand to the blank parchment, and said the words, "I am a watcher of the innocent and unknowing."
The parchment sat momentarily, showing no sign that the charm had worked, but in a few seconds time lines began to appear on the paper. They crossed and curved, forming themselves into houses and neighborhoods.
They grew more detailed. Lettering appeared under each house, and their occupants could be seen on various parts of the map.
Some of the small people had gone out of the area Hermione's map overlooked, but their names and locations could be found under the pictures of their houses.
Hermione noted that two or three of the small houses gave off a blue glow as well as the occupants in them . These were the homes of witches and wizards, but the only way she could tell this was by tapping the little blue people with her finger.
This enlarged the person on the right side of the parchment in a box. Then it listed the person's name, age, occupation, address, and if they were muggle or magic. Above the box of the enlarged person a description of their current activity was described.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat watching the little people on the map. Mostly laughing at some of the things they were doing or saying, but their eyes began to get heavy.
The night was soaring by. Hermione told the boys good night and scampered off to her room, taking her map with her. (hey does ne of that sound choppy to u guys. oh well )
--------------- Harry's Dream ------------ ". Harry. Harry.HARRY! Over here!"
Everything was fuzzy. Harry was lying on the ground, it was cold.
So cold.
He tried to find whoever was calling him, but the fog, or whatever it was, was to thick.
"Harry.Harry I'm over here. Harry I can't move."
The voice was a girls, someone he'd never heard before. He felt suffocated and things seemed to black out. --------------------------------- It took Harry a moment to realize he was awake, but once he hear the soft intake of breath Ron made while he slept, he knew. Rolling over on his side, Harry tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn't working.
He tossed and turned a few more times, and with a sigh, he flipped his legs over the side of the bed. His bare feet hit the floor silently, and he padded out the door with as much stealth as he could manage over the squeaky floor boards.
Luckily the hall was lit by a single candle, or his trip down the stairs would have ended in extreme pain.
With the help of the candle and the carpet on the stairs, Harry finally made it to the empty kitchen without alerting anyone else in the house. However unlike the hallway, the kitchen had no candles lit, and by the time he found some, he had stubbed all of his toes. Even saying a few choice words in the process.
Now able to see, Harry made his way to the long table in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do.
He could eat something, but he wasn't hungry or the type of person who ate out of pure boredom. He couldn't do homework because that was already finished.
Then he thought about looking at his map.
He had to memorize it anyway, but he didn't really want to go all the way back up the stairs. Then again, Harry argued with himself, there was nothing better to do.
Harry stood up, thinking of where he had sat the map by the bed, making sure he would be silent as possible in finding it and walked out of the swinging kitchen door and right into a rolled up piece of parchment.
The map. He had forgotten about the calling charm.
Harry scoffed at the floating parchment, and took it back into the kitchen where he unrolled it onto the long table and spoke the magic words.
Again he watched the lines form their little houses and neighborhoods, and then as those lines came together to form little people, their names above their heads.
Harry noted which people and houses glowed blue, there weren't very many, and then he focused his attention on a car he saw speeding through a few of the backroads.
--------------- Inside the Car -------------
Rory watched the yellow lines speed past under the tires of her black mustang, and laughed along with her best friend Harley.
Benji, Lucas, and Amber sat in the backseat, or more like Benji and Lucas sat in the backseat, Amber sat on the two boys.
Amber was ever the flirt, not that it really mattered to the two boys she was sitting on though. Benji being gay and Lucas being bi, with no chance in hell he would even look at the girl on his lap in a romantic way.
Harley gave a final laugh at whatever stupid antic Amber had thought up to use against some unsuspecting boy at the party they were going to, then leaned forward to turn up the radio.
The thrum of an electric guitar flooded the sleek car, and soon everyone was swaying to the music. Rory and Harley singing perfectly in tune with each other and the song, both girls completely oblivious to the three in the back.
------------ Harry -----------
The small car twisted with the curves of the road, and slowed only moments before it reached its destination.
The place was packed with people, Harry couldn't even see their names. They scurried all over the yard and through the house.
With a tap of his finger, Harry enlarged the house and in the box for personal profiles, a list of names appeared.
----------- Back to the Party -------
The five piled out of the car, and made their way straight to the band. Ok, they stopped off in the house to grab some drinks, but then they went right to the band.
Rory looked around at everyone. Not one of them were dancing. The band sucke, the music was too slow and they were playing "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayor. (Need I say more.)
Harley and Rory shared one of those "What the hell were they thinkin' when they got this band" looks.
Something had to be done, the horror could not continue!!!
Rory pushed through the crowd and back into the house to find Stev, the "host" of the party. And well after talking to like six drunk girls and two extremely fucked up guys, she found him playing pool in a downstairs basement room.
"Stev, hey. Stev. STEV! What the fuck, like you can't hear me? Stev! Steven fuckin' Tate!"
Rory grabbed hold of the guy's arm, splashing some of his beer onto his already wet shirt.
She looked him up and down, it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell he'd been smoking something other than cigarettes, and let's just say the alcohol wasn't helping.
"Hey man, you need to do somethin' bout' that band up there, "Rory said as she jerked her head in the direction of the stage.
Stev swayed on his feet, his eyes bloodshot. "I ain't gotta do shit," he slurred out, with what Rory could only guess was supposed to be a snort?
"Yeah? Well if you won't I will. Where the hell did you find 'em anyways?"
Harley came up behind her. "Is he gonna do somethin' or what, that shit's horrible." Stev slurred out his "I ain't gotta do shit." Statement again, glanced his bloodshot eyes at both girls, and walked off to rejoin his game.
Harley just laughed and pulled Rory back upstairs towards the other three members of their little click.
"Well what's he gonna do about it?" Benji asked still staring at the stage squinting his dark brown eyes, wincing at the horridness of the band.
"He said it wasn't his problem." Harley answered. "Well it is his problem," Lucas ground out between his gritted teeth.
Rory looked around the group her eyes stopping on Amber as she watched the girl put her hands over her ears and tightly close her eyes. Then she looked at the people around them, most were following Benji's idea of wincing.
"Yeah, Lucas your right it is his problem.(Rory grins evilly) .and we're gonna fix it." This time Rory grabbed Harley, who grabbed Benji, who grabbed.(you get the point) and pulled them toward the stage.
Letting go of Harley, Rory climbed onto the stage and pushed the lead singer out of the way, yanking the mic wire so the mic flew out of his hands and into her own. All eyes on her, she pulled the rest of the group onstage.
"Ok, who's ready for some real music?" Screams and hollers answered.
Harley sat down behind the drums, twirling the sticks in her fingers. Lucas and Amber picked up the guitars off the stage floor, and Benji took his place as DJ.
Through the first song (Down with the Sickness), a mosh pit was formed, the crowd screaming for more. Then onto the next song Bodies, followed by a more alternative song(Inside Out), and then finally one with mostly just beat (Zombie Nation).
By like the sixth song the high, drunken crowd was almost out of control and the previous band was so pissed, their insults were mixing their way into the lyrics of Rory's singing.
Then all hell broke loose.
From somewhere behind her, a fist slammed into the back of Rory's head. Rory swiveled around to the side, expecting the next punch.
It missed her by only a few centimeters. She could see Harley throwing a punch at some guy whose nose was already bleeding, and Lucas was wrestling another guy to the right.
Without thinking Rory swung her fist into her attackers jaw, connecting hard. Then she rared back again with her left, and slammed it hard into, what she could now see, the guy's stomach.
His eyes bulged wide as he lost his breath, but he was quick to come back. And he swung at her face. His ring caught her just above her left eye, and blood trickled down the side of her face. She didn't even have time to think before he upper cut her nose. Blood poured out of Rory's nose in a gush, it was probably broken.
The guy just stood there waiting for her next move, and watched as she swiped the blood away from her nose.
She was pissed he could tell, and the fact that he was the cause made him grin maliciously. But that grin soon faded. Something was happening.
Rory was pissed and she wasn't about to let that fuckin' jackass get away with the blood he'd cost her. Anger seethed through her body, it unleashed a power that coursed through her veins leaving her powerless to stop it.
-------- Harry --------
Harry couldn't take his eyes off the fight that appeared on the little stage. He watched as the little people swung punches back and forth, until something completely unexpected happened.
The girl that had taken the microphone was beginning to glow blue.
Then as the fight progressed the blue glow got brighter and began to pulse. The color changed to red, but it was only on the girl.
Whatever was happening could not be good. Harry grabbed the map and dashed upstairs to find someone.
-------- Rory ------
Rory had lost total control of her actions now.
All she could feel was the power.
She clenched and unclenched her fists, a revengeful glint in her eye. This guy was going to pay.
He was scared now, the wish that he had never thrown the first punch flashed over and over in his mind.
Then a bright yellow flash emitted itself from her eyes, and pain coursed through his body. Through his screams, he could hear the word "crucio" echo through his mind. He collapsed onto the stage and tried to fight the pain.
The people in the crowd were cheering on the fight, and in their state of mind, most weren't even sure it was real. But Harley, Benji, Lucas, and Amber weren't drunk or high, and what they saw scared them shitless.
Rory had the guy on the ground screaming, a bright yellow light poured out of her normally green eyes and she was just staring at the dude on the stage with a sadistic look on her face.
But what they saw and Rory felt were two completely different things.
She felt the power, and she liked the feel it gave her. But she couldn't stop it, and the fact that she couldn't control it scared her.
She could see the guy on the ground screaming and knew he had paid enough, but she still didn't know how to make it stop.
Her anger slowly receded itself and she began replacing it with pity, but her anger wasn't fast enough. It wasn't stopping his screams.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the boy's room, forming a small circle, or maybe it should be called a triangle, on Ron's four poster. As the year before, the room still gave Harry a gloomy feeling, but the smell of mold was at least gone.
Dumbledore's announcement about the American's had taken the trio by surprise, they had never expected the old wizard to ask for their help. But Harry, Ron, and Hermione had overcome the shock of being asked and had begun to feel a swelling pride over the whole ordeal. They may have not been members of the Order yet, but at least this way they could join the fight.
Hermione pulled out her map, tapped her wand to the blank parchment, and said the words, "I am a watcher of the innocent and unknowing."
The parchment sat momentarily, showing no sign that the charm had worked, but in a few seconds time lines began to appear on the paper. They crossed and curved, forming themselves into houses and neighborhoods.
They grew more detailed. Lettering appeared under each house, and their occupants could be seen on various parts of the map.
Some of the small people had gone out of the area Hermione's map overlooked, but their names and locations could be found under the pictures of their houses.
Hermione noted that two or three of the small houses gave off a blue glow as well as the occupants in them . These were the homes of witches and wizards, but the only way she could tell this was by tapping the little blue people with her finger.
This enlarged the person on the right side of the parchment in a box. Then it listed the person's name, age, occupation, address, and if they were muggle or magic. Above the box of the enlarged person a description of their current activity was described.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat watching the little people on the map. Mostly laughing at some of the things they were doing or saying, but their eyes began to get heavy.
The night was soaring by. Hermione told the boys good night and scampered off to her room, taking her map with her. (hey does ne of that sound choppy to u guys. oh well )
--------------- Harry's Dream ------------ ". Harry. Harry.HARRY! Over here!"
Everything was fuzzy. Harry was lying on the ground, it was cold.
So cold.
He tried to find whoever was calling him, but the fog, or whatever it was, was to thick.
"Harry.Harry I'm over here. Harry I can't move."
The voice was a girls, someone he'd never heard before. He felt suffocated and things seemed to black out. --------------------------------- It took Harry a moment to realize he was awake, but once he hear the soft intake of breath Ron made while he slept, he knew. Rolling over on his side, Harry tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn't working.
He tossed and turned a few more times, and with a sigh, he flipped his legs over the side of the bed. His bare feet hit the floor silently, and he padded out the door with as much stealth as he could manage over the squeaky floor boards.
Luckily the hall was lit by a single candle, or his trip down the stairs would have ended in extreme pain.
With the help of the candle and the carpet on the stairs, Harry finally made it to the empty kitchen without alerting anyone else in the house. However unlike the hallway, the kitchen had no candles lit, and by the time he found some, he had stubbed all of his toes. Even saying a few choice words in the process.
Now able to see, Harry made his way to the long table in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do.
He could eat something, but he wasn't hungry or the type of person who ate out of pure boredom. He couldn't do homework because that was already finished.
Then he thought about looking at his map.
He had to memorize it anyway, but he didn't really want to go all the way back up the stairs. Then again, Harry argued with himself, there was nothing better to do.
Harry stood up, thinking of where he had sat the map by the bed, making sure he would be silent as possible in finding it and walked out of the swinging kitchen door and right into a rolled up piece of parchment.
The map. He had forgotten about the calling charm.
Harry scoffed at the floating parchment, and took it back into the kitchen where he unrolled it onto the long table and spoke the magic words.
Again he watched the lines form their little houses and neighborhoods, and then as those lines came together to form little people, their names above their heads.
Harry noted which people and houses glowed blue, there weren't very many, and then he focused his attention on a car he saw speeding through a few of the backroads.
--------------- Inside the Car -------------
Rory watched the yellow lines speed past under the tires of her black mustang, and laughed along with her best friend Harley.
Benji, Lucas, and Amber sat in the backseat, or more like Benji and Lucas sat in the backseat, Amber sat on the two boys.
Amber was ever the flirt, not that it really mattered to the two boys she was sitting on though. Benji being gay and Lucas being bi, with no chance in hell he would even look at the girl on his lap in a romantic way.
Harley gave a final laugh at whatever stupid antic Amber had thought up to use against some unsuspecting boy at the party they were going to, then leaned forward to turn up the radio.
The thrum of an electric guitar flooded the sleek car, and soon everyone was swaying to the music. Rory and Harley singing perfectly in tune with each other and the song, both girls completely oblivious to the three in the back.
------------ Harry -----------
The small car twisted with the curves of the road, and slowed only moments before it reached its destination.
The place was packed with people, Harry couldn't even see their names. They scurried all over the yard and through the house.
With a tap of his finger, Harry enlarged the house and in the box for personal profiles, a list of names appeared.
----------- Back to the Party -------
The five piled out of the car, and made their way straight to the band. Ok, they stopped off in the house to grab some drinks, but then they went right to the band.
Rory looked around at everyone. Not one of them were dancing. The band sucke, the music was too slow and they were playing "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayor. (Need I say more.)
Harley and Rory shared one of those "What the hell were they thinkin' when they got this band" looks.
Something had to be done, the horror could not continue!!!
Rory pushed through the crowd and back into the house to find Stev, the "host" of the party. And well after talking to like six drunk girls and two extremely fucked up guys, she found him playing pool in a downstairs basement room.
"Stev, hey. Stev. STEV! What the fuck, like you can't hear me? Stev! Steven fuckin' Tate!"
Rory grabbed hold of the guy's arm, splashing some of his beer onto his already wet shirt.
She looked him up and down, it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell he'd been smoking something other than cigarettes, and let's just say the alcohol wasn't helping.
"Hey man, you need to do somethin' bout' that band up there, "Rory said as she jerked her head in the direction of the stage.
Stev swayed on his feet, his eyes bloodshot. "I ain't gotta do shit," he slurred out, with what Rory could only guess was supposed to be a snort?
"Yeah? Well if you won't I will. Where the hell did you find 'em anyways?"
Harley came up behind her. "Is he gonna do somethin' or what, that shit's horrible." Stev slurred out his "I ain't gotta do shit." Statement again, glanced his bloodshot eyes at both girls, and walked off to rejoin his game.
Harley just laughed and pulled Rory back upstairs towards the other three members of their little click.
"Well what's he gonna do about it?" Benji asked still staring at the stage squinting his dark brown eyes, wincing at the horridness of the band.
"He said it wasn't his problem." Harley answered. "Well it is his problem," Lucas ground out between his gritted teeth.
Rory looked around the group her eyes stopping on Amber as she watched the girl put her hands over her ears and tightly close her eyes. Then she looked at the people around them, most were following Benji's idea of wincing.
"Yeah, Lucas your right it is his problem.(Rory grins evilly) .and we're gonna fix it." This time Rory grabbed Harley, who grabbed Benji, who grabbed.(you get the point) and pulled them toward the stage.
Letting go of Harley, Rory climbed onto the stage and pushed the lead singer out of the way, yanking the mic wire so the mic flew out of his hands and into her own. All eyes on her, she pulled the rest of the group onstage.
"Ok, who's ready for some real music?" Screams and hollers answered.
Harley sat down behind the drums, twirling the sticks in her fingers. Lucas and Amber picked up the guitars off the stage floor, and Benji took his place as DJ.
Through the first song (Down with the Sickness), a mosh pit was formed, the crowd screaming for more. Then onto the next song Bodies, followed by a more alternative song(Inside Out), and then finally one with mostly just beat (Zombie Nation).
By like the sixth song the high, drunken crowd was almost out of control and the previous band was so pissed, their insults were mixing their way into the lyrics of Rory's singing.
Then all hell broke loose.
From somewhere behind her, a fist slammed into the back of Rory's head. Rory swiveled around to the side, expecting the next punch.
It missed her by only a few centimeters. She could see Harley throwing a punch at some guy whose nose was already bleeding, and Lucas was wrestling another guy to the right.
Without thinking Rory swung her fist into her attackers jaw, connecting hard. Then she rared back again with her left, and slammed it hard into, what she could now see, the guy's stomach.
His eyes bulged wide as he lost his breath, but he was quick to come back. And he swung at her face. His ring caught her just above her left eye, and blood trickled down the side of her face. She didn't even have time to think before he upper cut her nose. Blood poured out of Rory's nose in a gush, it was probably broken.
The guy just stood there waiting for her next move, and watched as she swiped the blood away from her nose.
She was pissed he could tell, and the fact that he was the cause made him grin maliciously. But that grin soon faded. Something was happening.
Rory was pissed and she wasn't about to let that fuckin' jackass get away with the blood he'd cost her. Anger seethed through her body, it unleashed a power that coursed through her veins leaving her powerless to stop it.
-------- Harry --------
Harry couldn't take his eyes off the fight that appeared on the little stage. He watched as the little people swung punches back and forth, until something completely unexpected happened.
The girl that had taken the microphone was beginning to glow blue.
Then as the fight progressed the blue glow got brighter and began to pulse. The color changed to red, but it was only on the girl.
Whatever was happening could not be good. Harry grabbed the map and dashed upstairs to find someone.
-------- Rory ------
Rory had lost total control of her actions now.
All she could feel was the power.
She clenched and unclenched her fists, a revengeful glint in her eye. This guy was going to pay.
He was scared now, the wish that he had never thrown the first punch flashed over and over in his mind.
Then a bright yellow flash emitted itself from her eyes, and pain coursed through his body. Through his screams, he could hear the word "crucio" echo through his mind. He collapsed onto the stage and tried to fight the pain.
The people in the crowd were cheering on the fight, and in their state of mind, most weren't even sure it was real. But Harley, Benji, Lucas, and Amber weren't drunk or high, and what they saw scared them shitless.
Rory had the guy on the ground screaming, a bright yellow light poured out of her normally green eyes and she was just staring at the dude on the stage with a sadistic look on her face.
But what they saw and Rory felt were two completely different things.
She felt the power, and she liked the feel it gave her. But she couldn't stop it, and the fact that she couldn't control it scared her.
She could see the guy on the ground screaming and knew he had paid enough, but she still didn't know how to make it stop.
Her anger slowly receded itself and she began replacing it with pity, but her anger wasn't fast enough. It wasn't stopping his screams.