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Blessed Be.
The Harry Potter incident
Chapter two
It had been an uneventful journey through the castle. Well, if the meeting with a Poltergeist throwing water balloons to them, and the curious whispering from the painting of the walls could be called that.
Harry and Ron had had worst nights, of course, but the storm had not yet begin. Levitating the tied up girl through the corridors was a piece of cake. After an "Inmobilus" spell and a "Mobile corpus", that is. They were using the invisibility cloak to cover three of them. Or the cloak was shrinking or Ron's feet had grown even more, because Harry own feet had been caught under Ron's at least five times.
Harry thought it was funny in a twisted morbid way, and probably he will laugh about this in the future. Sure, his future would be as a beggar in London streets, making magic to entertain tourists.
They arrived to the gargoyle that guarded Albus Dumbledore's office. Harry knew the password probably had changed, so he extracted a long parchment from the pocket of his robe. It was a list of all the known magic candies, and some of the muggle candies as well. Fred and George had prepared this for him as a birthday party. 'Just in case you want to sneak in Dumbledore's office someday' had said George, 'But remember to steal a token from him; a pair of socks would do,' added Fred. Harry knew it was a joke, but they didn't know how useful it was. He was about to read when a voice came from behind them.
"Wondering through the castle after curfew, Harry?" The soft yet surprised voice of headmaster Dumbledore almost made them jump out of their skins. They turned on their heels to find the old wizard using a sleeping robe with moons and suns on it, and a matching hat. The invisible cloak slip to the floor on its own, discovering them to his blue sparkling eyes. Ron's eyes were wide in astonishment and Harry's face had drained of blood.
"I see you have a prisoner with you. Curious, I don't remember that one girl from Gryffindor had stayed in the castle. "Finite incantatem"." The old wizard released the girl from the spells over her and she fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Harry and Ron stayed froze in the spot. While their captive struggle against the bonds.
"Please, release her." Dumbledore's voice was now more imperative.
The two boys obeyed, and hurriedly untangled the knots. Harry was sent backwards when a punch met his jaw. Ron, fell to the floor, after a good kick had impacted his stomach.
"That serves you good, perverts, for invading my room!" Cried the girl, a dark scowl contorting her pale face. Then added, "Thank God you came to rescue me, Headmaster."
"And who precisely are you?" Dumbledore asked, looking intently at her and apparently forgetting the aggression inflicted to the boys by this little ferocious lass.
The girl looked at him with wide green eyes filled with concern. "But, professor, I'm Harriet, Harriet Potter!"
Dumbledore sighed deeply, shook his head and gave a what-have-you-done-this- time look to Harry and Ron. He walked towards the gargoyle and said "peanut butter". The statue moved, revealing the stairs who led to his office.
"Come to my office, the three of you have a long explanation to give me."
******
Dumbledore was sat at his desk. Two house elves appeared from nowhere and served tea for four and a big tray of sandwiches, disappearing after finishing. He looked how the girl sat on a chair; as far away from Harry and Ron as the space in the bureau permitted. The two boys sat as well, looking at him with sheepish eyes.
"Here, have some tea, miss Potter. I know your justified anger will diminish once you drink something." The old wizard handed her a cup of the steaming brew.
She accepted with a courteous nod and carefully sipped from the cup; meanwhile glared at her captors.
The boys dared not to touch the tea, nor the sandwiches. Their stomachs were too revolted by the notion of their imminent doom.
"Now, while miss Potter calms a little, please explain me exactly what has happened?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other, obviously they didn't have a precise notion of their failure.
Ron's face was changing from red to white to green, an odd feeling like a knot formed inside his guts. It was evident he was in not position to say a thing.
Harry realized he was the only one who could possible explain the events, so he started.
"Ron and I brewed a potion in secret. It was supposed to produce a twin, a perfect copy of myself."
"The Splitting Potion, I see." Nodded Dumbledore.
Harry had the weird feeling that the old wizard had suspected this from the beginning.
"And what kind of concern lead you two to try this dangerous, complicated, not to mention forbidden, potion, young men?" The soft voice had changed into a severe one. The wizard's blue eyes had lost the characteristic sparkling quality, and was wearing an accusatory gleam that could pierce even stones.
Harry felt the urges to cry. Never had he heard this tone from Dumbledore, not directed to him anyway, neither that look from the headmaster's usually benevolent eyes. Suddenly the purpose he had set for his twin looked so hollow and selfish.
"Well, it seems to me that you two, gentlemen had learned a good lesson from this failure. So, I won't banish you from Hogwarts, yet. But you will serve detention for the rest of the year; and tomorrow morning I will send an owl to your parents, Ron and one to your godfather, Harry"
Harry's face fell. Until now he had not realized that Dumbledore could inform about this to Sirius. What would he think about it? Will he be angry? Or worst, disappointed?
Meanwhile, Harriet had been paying attention to the conversation. She didn't quite connect the revelation of the two boy's breaking of the rules with the events of the night.
"Proffesor Dumbledore, will you not punish them for assaulting me ?" Her voice was filled with doubt. She knew Dumbledore was an excellent headmaster, known by his fairness, surely he will not let them scot-free.
"Miss Potter, maybe this could shock you, so I suggest you put the tea aside and listen to me carefully." This was said in the most conciliatory tone Harry had heard from Dumbledore.
The girl obeyed, and looked at Dumbledore.
The headmaster watched her in awe. She certainly had a most than subtle similarity with Harry. Tough the face was fairly rounded, her skin looked more soft and the raven black untamed hair fell long to her shoulders. The scar of Voldemort's attack showed on her forehead, but it was in the left side, not in the right like Harry's. She could not be mistaken for a boy, though, because the obvious development of her body. He remembered how Harry's mother had been one of the most popular girls, not just because the evident beauty she owned but due her somehow irreverent and fiery disposition.
"Miss Potter, you heard your classmates' confession about their misuse of the magical instruction they had received in this institute."
At this remark Harry and Ron flinched. Now they felt guilty as hell.
"Yes, professor, and I think their punish is fair enough."
"And you probably heard them say that the potion was meant to make a duplicate of one of them. Mister Potter's replica to be more precise. The potion failed."
The girl froze, she held the arms of the chair firmly, till her knuckles turned white. 'Mister Potter', 'duplicate' and 'failed' echoed noisily inside her head, as if the pieces of a huge puzzle had fell in place. Her eyes went wide with realization.
"No, no, it's not true.I'm real, I'm real, I'm not a duplicate, I'm real!" She jumped from her seat, screaming deafeningly. She moved towards Harry and fixed her green eyes into his. She blinked several times, looking intently at him, her breath coming in anxious pants. Suddenly, as truth hit her, big tears flooded her eyes, and she sunk to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Dumbledore stood up from his seat and walked to her. Kneeling at her side he wrapped an arm around her shoulders reassuringly.
"Now, now, Miss Potter, please don't cry. Of course you are real, as real as Mister Potter, only a little different." He soothed her.
"A little?" she replied between sobs.
"Well, my dear lass, very different, I might accept. Come now, all this emotions surely had exhausted you. Go up to the girl's dormitories, they are quite empty in the holydays. Sleep a little and tomorrow we will find a solution to your situation. Your classmates will escort you."
She looked at the old wizard with gratitude painted on her tears stained face. "Thank you, professor Dumbledore, sir." Accepting his help she stood up.
"As for you, young men, I expect you tomorrow morning, at first hour. Go and try to catch some sleep. And I need to know where you brewed the potion. I need a sample from it to make some research."
Ron was now more than pale, and Harry looked at the headmaster hesitantly, his face blushed in embarrassment and guilt.
"At Moaning Myrthle's bathrooms, sir."
"Well, that it will be all, you are dismissed."
The girl lifted her chin and walked to the exit, being followed by two distressed and very repented Gryffindors.
Once they arrived at the corridor, she faced them. Her eyes gleaming with green fire.
"So, now you prove Professor Snape's hypothesis, you are a couple of dunderheads," she spat at them and walked away, heading for the Gryffindor's dormitories.
"She surely has a problem with her attitude." Ron voice had returned, though it was tinted with grief.
"I don't know what were we thinking, Ron. Sirius will send me a howler, and I can't blame him if he never want to see me again!"
"Well, at least you don't have to live with him. My life in the borrow will surely be a hell from now on."
The two boys followed Harriet's track, her hearts crushed and their minds a complete mess.
To be continued
Blessed Be.
The Harry Potter incident
Chapter two
It had been an uneventful journey through the castle. Well, if the meeting with a Poltergeist throwing water balloons to them, and the curious whispering from the painting of the walls could be called that.
Harry and Ron had had worst nights, of course, but the storm had not yet begin. Levitating the tied up girl through the corridors was a piece of cake. After an "Inmobilus" spell and a "Mobile corpus", that is. They were using the invisibility cloak to cover three of them. Or the cloak was shrinking or Ron's feet had grown even more, because Harry own feet had been caught under Ron's at least five times.
Harry thought it was funny in a twisted morbid way, and probably he will laugh about this in the future. Sure, his future would be as a beggar in London streets, making magic to entertain tourists.
They arrived to the gargoyle that guarded Albus Dumbledore's office. Harry knew the password probably had changed, so he extracted a long parchment from the pocket of his robe. It was a list of all the known magic candies, and some of the muggle candies as well. Fred and George had prepared this for him as a birthday party. 'Just in case you want to sneak in Dumbledore's office someday' had said George, 'But remember to steal a token from him; a pair of socks would do,' added Fred. Harry knew it was a joke, but they didn't know how useful it was. He was about to read when a voice came from behind them.
"Wondering through the castle after curfew, Harry?" The soft yet surprised voice of headmaster Dumbledore almost made them jump out of their skins. They turned on their heels to find the old wizard using a sleeping robe with moons and suns on it, and a matching hat. The invisible cloak slip to the floor on its own, discovering them to his blue sparkling eyes. Ron's eyes were wide in astonishment and Harry's face had drained of blood.
"I see you have a prisoner with you. Curious, I don't remember that one girl from Gryffindor had stayed in the castle. "Finite incantatem"." The old wizard released the girl from the spells over her and she fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Harry and Ron stayed froze in the spot. While their captive struggle against the bonds.
"Please, release her." Dumbledore's voice was now more imperative.
The two boys obeyed, and hurriedly untangled the knots. Harry was sent backwards when a punch met his jaw. Ron, fell to the floor, after a good kick had impacted his stomach.
"That serves you good, perverts, for invading my room!" Cried the girl, a dark scowl contorting her pale face. Then added, "Thank God you came to rescue me, Headmaster."
"And who precisely are you?" Dumbledore asked, looking intently at her and apparently forgetting the aggression inflicted to the boys by this little ferocious lass.
The girl looked at him with wide green eyes filled with concern. "But, professor, I'm Harriet, Harriet Potter!"
Dumbledore sighed deeply, shook his head and gave a what-have-you-done-this- time look to Harry and Ron. He walked towards the gargoyle and said "peanut butter". The statue moved, revealing the stairs who led to his office.
"Come to my office, the three of you have a long explanation to give me."
******
Dumbledore was sat at his desk. Two house elves appeared from nowhere and served tea for four and a big tray of sandwiches, disappearing after finishing. He looked how the girl sat on a chair; as far away from Harry and Ron as the space in the bureau permitted. The two boys sat as well, looking at him with sheepish eyes.
"Here, have some tea, miss Potter. I know your justified anger will diminish once you drink something." The old wizard handed her a cup of the steaming brew.
She accepted with a courteous nod and carefully sipped from the cup; meanwhile glared at her captors.
The boys dared not to touch the tea, nor the sandwiches. Their stomachs were too revolted by the notion of their imminent doom.
"Now, while miss Potter calms a little, please explain me exactly what has happened?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other, obviously they didn't have a precise notion of their failure.
Ron's face was changing from red to white to green, an odd feeling like a knot formed inside his guts. It was evident he was in not position to say a thing.
Harry realized he was the only one who could possible explain the events, so he started.
"Ron and I brewed a potion in secret. It was supposed to produce a twin, a perfect copy of myself."
"The Splitting Potion, I see." Nodded Dumbledore.
Harry had the weird feeling that the old wizard had suspected this from the beginning.
"And what kind of concern lead you two to try this dangerous, complicated, not to mention forbidden, potion, young men?" The soft voice had changed into a severe one. The wizard's blue eyes had lost the characteristic sparkling quality, and was wearing an accusatory gleam that could pierce even stones.
Harry felt the urges to cry. Never had he heard this tone from Dumbledore, not directed to him anyway, neither that look from the headmaster's usually benevolent eyes. Suddenly the purpose he had set for his twin looked so hollow and selfish.
"Well, it seems to me that you two, gentlemen had learned a good lesson from this failure. So, I won't banish you from Hogwarts, yet. But you will serve detention for the rest of the year; and tomorrow morning I will send an owl to your parents, Ron and one to your godfather, Harry"
Harry's face fell. Until now he had not realized that Dumbledore could inform about this to Sirius. What would he think about it? Will he be angry? Or worst, disappointed?
Meanwhile, Harriet had been paying attention to the conversation. She didn't quite connect the revelation of the two boy's breaking of the rules with the events of the night.
"Proffesor Dumbledore, will you not punish them for assaulting me ?" Her voice was filled with doubt. She knew Dumbledore was an excellent headmaster, known by his fairness, surely he will not let them scot-free.
"Miss Potter, maybe this could shock you, so I suggest you put the tea aside and listen to me carefully." This was said in the most conciliatory tone Harry had heard from Dumbledore.
The girl obeyed, and looked at Dumbledore.
The headmaster watched her in awe. She certainly had a most than subtle similarity with Harry. Tough the face was fairly rounded, her skin looked more soft and the raven black untamed hair fell long to her shoulders. The scar of Voldemort's attack showed on her forehead, but it was in the left side, not in the right like Harry's. She could not be mistaken for a boy, though, because the obvious development of her body. He remembered how Harry's mother had been one of the most popular girls, not just because the evident beauty she owned but due her somehow irreverent and fiery disposition.
"Miss Potter, you heard your classmates' confession about their misuse of the magical instruction they had received in this institute."
At this remark Harry and Ron flinched. Now they felt guilty as hell.
"Yes, professor, and I think their punish is fair enough."
"And you probably heard them say that the potion was meant to make a duplicate of one of them. Mister Potter's replica to be more precise. The potion failed."
The girl froze, she held the arms of the chair firmly, till her knuckles turned white. 'Mister Potter', 'duplicate' and 'failed' echoed noisily inside her head, as if the pieces of a huge puzzle had fell in place. Her eyes went wide with realization.
"No, no, it's not true.I'm real, I'm real, I'm not a duplicate, I'm real!" She jumped from her seat, screaming deafeningly. She moved towards Harry and fixed her green eyes into his. She blinked several times, looking intently at him, her breath coming in anxious pants. Suddenly, as truth hit her, big tears flooded her eyes, and she sunk to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Dumbledore stood up from his seat and walked to her. Kneeling at her side he wrapped an arm around her shoulders reassuringly.
"Now, now, Miss Potter, please don't cry. Of course you are real, as real as Mister Potter, only a little different." He soothed her.
"A little?" she replied between sobs.
"Well, my dear lass, very different, I might accept. Come now, all this emotions surely had exhausted you. Go up to the girl's dormitories, they are quite empty in the holydays. Sleep a little and tomorrow we will find a solution to your situation. Your classmates will escort you."
She looked at the old wizard with gratitude painted on her tears stained face. "Thank you, professor Dumbledore, sir." Accepting his help she stood up.
"As for you, young men, I expect you tomorrow morning, at first hour. Go and try to catch some sleep. And I need to know where you brewed the potion. I need a sample from it to make some research."
Ron was now more than pale, and Harry looked at the headmaster hesitantly, his face blushed in embarrassment and guilt.
"At Moaning Myrthle's bathrooms, sir."
"Well, that it will be all, you are dismissed."
The girl lifted her chin and walked to the exit, being followed by two distressed and very repented Gryffindors.
Once they arrived at the corridor, she faced them. Her eyes gleaming with green fire.
"So, now you prove Professor Snape's hypothesis, you are a couple of dunderheads," she spat at them and walked away, heading for the Gryffindor's dormitories.
"She surely has a problem with her attitude." Ron voice had returned, though it was tinted with grief.
"I don't know what were we thinking, Ron. Sirius will send me a howler, and I can't blame him if he never want to see me again!"
"Well, at least you don't have to live with him. My life in the borrow will surely be a hell from now on."
The two boys followed Harriet's track, her hearts crushed and their minds a complete mess.
To be continued