Hey everybody sorry that this took so long to write but inspiration hits me
like a whipping boy and I have trouble concentrating on any one story. My
deepest apologies, and I am glad that you all like my story so much.
A.M. Bookworm: well we don't find out Ms. Patil's deeper secrets yet, but soon . . . well soon in the story, I don't know how soon I'll update.
Dreamer: Spot on! Good guess, bad spelling. Thanks for the bigger review.
Sami: Well He has a rather lot to react to, so seeing his reaction to her secret will take a few chaps.
Anime Kid: thank you so much for your thoughts. I like the Blaise/Pansy relationship too. Harry's "Pet name" was just a teasing thing. He hasn't called her that since if you notice. I just wanted him to tease her a little, I agree though, I don't think Harry and Hermione would do pet names. As for Creevy/Korana, they are a little young for a real relationship, but I might throw 'em together in an epilogue. Especially if someone will tell me which Creevy is the younger; Colin or Dennis.
Thanks for the reviews to those I didn't mention.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
A Gryffindor Death
"What do you mean Padma?" Harry's mind was reeling. One of the people closest to him was dead? Who could it be? How could Padma be an Alethiomagus?
"Listen," she said. "I am. I have had special powers for a while now, at least the last two years. I can hear thoughts, tell when people are lying, sense magic and spells, and I never seem to get tired from use of magic. Its just that I don't want people branding me a freak. I don't want people to think I am weird. That's not why I called you though. Ron's brother, the one who was head boy,"
"Bill?" Harry asked.
"No the one who was Head boy in our third year."
"Percy?" Harry couldn't believe it. He and Percy, much less the Weaslys and Percy, had never patched things up. He was still the family black sheep.
"Yeah, him. I saw him with You-Know-"
"Voldemort" Harry corrected.
"Yes, V.V.Vol. Voldemort. I saw him torture Percy. He was . . . . I cant explain it all, but I can show you."
Harry's expression flew into confusion. "Show me?"
"Just remember," she said, "Its like a pensieve, if you know what that is, you cant do anything to change it." With that she put her hands on Harry's temples and closed her eyes.
Instantly Harry's senses told him he was no longer in the Room of Requirement, but in a chamber somewhere deep underground. He looked, and saw a red-headed form bound in chains. He was on his knees in front of the most unforgettable person Harry had ever seen, Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. Voldemort's pale face held a smirk upon it as he looked at the crumpled form. Three other people stood in the room with him. Harry recognized two, Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy.
Harry pulled out the wand he had tucked into his waist, but felt his wand arm lowered, he looked to see it being pushed down by Padma. "We can't do anything to help him," she said sadly. "This has already happened. It happened, but a few hours ago."
"Well," called the voice of Voldemort, "Tell me."
"Never," said Percy in a weary tone.
"You stupid blood traitor!" roared Voldemort, as he pointed his wand at Percy. Percy was thrown back screaming.
"Now tell me the location of Harry Potter's summer home. I know your family has visited him. Simply tell me where he lives and I will let you go."
Percy hoisted himself back to his feet, only to fall back to his knees. "I won't tell you a damn thing you beast."
Malfoy and Bellatrix both stepped forward with wands raised, but Voldemort waved them off. "Why do you protect him?" Voldemort asked simply. "He has taken your place at the family table. Until he came, you never had a problem fitting in with your family. You were always well respected and loved by your parents. But as Harry Potter grows in popularity with your family, you are cast aside more. I would think you should want to tell me as a sort of . . . revenge without bloody hands. You simply take the deal I offer, and I release you, without any harm. No one would expect you to stand up to my torture, thus no one would question you. Just tell me and you can go back to being a part of your family again."
Percy raised his eyes to meet Voldemort's, but quickly looked away. He said, "Harry is family. If I betray him, then I can never really be part of the family again. He is as much my . . ." he never got to finish.
"Crucio!" called Voldemort. Percy screamed and writhed in pain on the ground. "Tell me NOW! Tell me you insignificant little worm. Tell ME! How do I find Harry Potter's summer home?"
"Go . . ." Percy said weakly, as he slowly rolled back onto his knees.
"Yes, tell me how to get there."
"Go to . . ." He continued.
"Yes?"
Percy stood and looked at Voldemort with defiance in his eyes. "Go to Hell you lousy snake."
Voldemort's temporarily hopeful face fell back to anger. "Pity," he said calmly. He walked away from Percy, pointed his wand over his shoulder, and uttered, "Avada Kedavra." The blast of green shot through Percy's body and left it to crumple limply on the floor. Harry watched in horror. Then he saw that the green blast had continued through Percy and was now carrying something in its wake. It was a translucent version of Percy. Percy's now ghostly eyes opened, and he shone a bright white and disappeared.
With that he returned to the Room of Requirement, which part of him knew he had never truly left. Padma slowly brought her hands down, and looked ashamedly at Harry. "That's what happened," she muttered.
"But he didn't know," Harry said, falling to his knees. "He didn't know about where I lived. He had never been to my house. I had given Ron my number, and Hermione must have found out the address. . Only he, the Twins, and Mr. Weasly have ever been there. He wouldn't know where my house was. Why didn't he tell them that he didn't know?"
"Because Harry," Prof. Dumbledore said from the doorway. Both whipped around to see him standing there in his night robe and slippers. "He was protecting his family. He knew that Voldemort chose to use him because Voldemort considered him the weakest. If Voldemort knew he had kidnapped the weakest he who couldn't give him the information, he would try to kidnap the weakest who could, most likely Ginny. However, if Voldemort believed that the weakest knew, and could still hold out, then he knew that his family would be safe, because Voldemort would know that he wouldn't be able to drag the information out of another.
"Prof. Dumbledore? How long have you been there?" Padma had an edge of panic in her voice.
"Long enough to know that which you do not want known, and long enough to know that I should forget it. Your secret is safe with myself and Harry." With that he turned to Harry and said, "Come Harry. I feel it is time to give your surrogate family some more bad news."
Ron and Ginny were quickly gathered into Prof. Dumbledore's office and told the whole story, minus Padma. As far as they knew, Harry had had another dream, not that Dumbledore or Harry had said anything to directly lie to them. Ron nearly pummeled Harry. Ginny just broke down into tears in the Professor's arms. The other Weaslys were quickly rounded up, and brought to the office. The twins held onto their sister, and Ron was trying to suppress any reaction. Bill and Charlie held onto their mother, as Arthur tried his best to get through to Ron. Harry sat off on his own. Hermione hadn't been woken; most felt the Weaslys needed the night to mourn on their own.
At about five (Harry had first been contacted by Padma at one) Bill walked over to Harry. "you okay mate?" he asked gently.
"Just feel like I shouldn't be here," Harry responded. "I also feel that if it weren't for me, you lot wouldn't have to be here. It was me that Voldemort was pumping Percy about. Percy didn't even know what they wanted to know."
"You should be here Harry," Bill said kindly. "You are as much a Weasly as any of us. This is a lesson I learned quick out there. Only one thing matters, it isn't blood or gold or fame; its family."
"I know," Harry said, "But I don't have any."
"Weren't you listening?" Bill smiled. "Blood doesn't matter. While it is true you don't have any blood family who cares about ya, you do have family that does. Us. Hermione too, and Hagrid, and those two house-elves, and don't forget the Zabini's. We are your family. And you are ours."
"He's right," said Mrs. Weasly. Harry turned around to see her being supported by Charlie. "If it weren't for you Harry dear, we wouldn't know about my dear son. We wouldn't even know that he died like a real Gryffindor." Everyone smiled for a moment at that thought. "He practically spit in the face of the Dark. . . . I mean Voldemort himself. I am proud all seven of my sons; Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry."
Harry hugged her tight. "Will you be okay?" he asked her.
"We'll be fine. You know me; built like a bloody tank." Every one gaped at her choice of words, and she blushed. They were able to share a laugh even then.
"A memorial service will be held for Percival Weasly, and his name shall be added to the Heroes Plaque in the Order's base. Let it be known he was truly a Gryffindor and Hero!" Dumbledore's announcement was touching, but didn't seem to cover what everyone needed. Ron wandered off, and showed up at breakfast with bloody knuckles.
A.M. Bookworm: well we don't find out Ms. Patil's deeper secrets yet, but soon . . . well soon in the story, I don't know how soon I'll update.
Dreamer: Spot on! Good guess, bad spelling. Thanks for the bigger review.
Sami: Well He has a rather lot to react to, so seeing his reaction to her secret will take a few chaps.
Anime Kid: thank you so much for your thoughts. I like the Blaise/Pansy relationship too. Harry's "Pet name" was just a teasing thing. He hasn't called her that since if you notice. I just wanted him to tease her a little, I agree though, I don't think Harry and Hermione would do pet names. As for Creevy/Korana, they are a little young for a real relationship, but I might throw 'em together in an epilogue. Especially if someone will tell me which Creevy is the younger; Colin or Dennis.
Thanks for the reviews to those I didn't mention.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
A Gryffindor Death
"What do you mean Padma?" Harry's mind was reeling. One of the people closest to him was dead? Who could it be? How could Padma be an Alethiomagus?
"Listen," she said. "I am. I have had special powers for a while now, at least the last two years. I can hear thoughts, tell when people are lying, sense magic and spells, and I never seem to get tired from use of magic. Its just that I don't want people branding me a freak. I don't want people to think I am weird. That's not why I called you though. Ron's brother, the one who was head boy,"
"Bill?" Harry asked.
"No the one who was Head boy in our third year."
"Percy?" Harry couldn't believe it. He and Percy, much less the Weaslys and Percy, had never patched things up. He was still the family black sheep.
"Yeah, him. I saw him with You-Know-"
"Voldemort" Harry corrected.
"Yes, V.V.Vol. Voldemort. I saw him torture Percy. He was . . . . I cant explain it all, but I can show you."
Harry's expression flew into confusion. "Show me?"
"Just remember," she said, "Its like a pensieve, if you know what that is, you cant do anything to change it." With that she put her hands on Harry's temples and closed her eyes.
Instantly Harry's senses told him he was no longer in the Room of Requirement, but in a chamber somewhere deep underground. He looked, and saw a red-headed form bound in chains. He was on his knees in front of the most unforgettable person Harry had ever seen, Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. Voldemort's pale face held a smirk upon it as he looked at the crumpled form. Three other people stood in the room with him. Harry recognized two, Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy.
Harry pulled out the wand he had tucked into his waist, but felt his wand arm lowered, he looked to see it being pushed down by Padma. "We can't do anything to help him," she said sadly. "This has already happened. It happened, but a few hours ago."
"Well," called the voice of Voldemort, "Tell me."
"Never," said Percy in a weary tone.
"You stupid blood traitor!" roared Voldemort, as he pointed his wand at Percy. Percy was thrown back screaming.
"Now tell me the location of Harry Potter's summer home. I know your family has visited him. Simply tell me where he lives and I will let you go."
Percy hoisted himself back to his feet, only to fall back to his knees. "I won't tell you a damn thing you beast."
Malfoy and Bellatrix both stepped forward with wands raised, but Voldemort waved them off. "Why do you protect him?" Voldemort asked simply. "He has taken your place at the family table. Until he came, you never had a problem fitting in with your family. You were always well respected and loved by your parents. But as Harry Potter grows in popularity with your family, you are cast aside more. I would think you should want to tell me as a sort of . . . revenge without bloody hands. You simply take the deal I offer, and I release you, without any harm. No one would expect you to stand up to my torture, thus no one would question you. Just tell me and you can go back to being a part of your family again."
Percy raised his eyes to meet Voldemort's, but quickly looked away. He said, "Harry is family. If I betray him, then I can never really be part of the family again. He is as much my . . ." he never got to finish.
"Crucio!" called Voldemort. Percy screamed and writhed in pain on the ground. "Tell me NOW! Tell me you insignificant little worm. Tell ME! How do I find Harry Potter's summer home?"
"Go . . ." Percy said weakly, as he slowly rolled back onto his knees.
"Yes, tell me how to get there."
"Go to . . ." He continued.
"Yes?"
Percy stood and looked at Voldemort with defiance in his eyes. "Go to Hell you lousy snake."
Voldemort's temporarily hopeful face fell back to anger. "Pity," he said calmly. He walked away from Percy, pointed his wand over his shoulder, and uttered, "Avada Kedavra." The blast of green shot through Percy's body and left it to crumple limply on the floor. Harry watched in horror. Then he saw that the green blast had continued through Percy and was now carrying something in its wake. It was a translucent version of Percy. Percy's now ghostly eyes opened, and he shone a bright white and disappeared.
With that he returned to the Room of Requirement, which part of him knew he had never truly left. Padma slowly brought her hands down, and looked ashamedly at Harry. "That's what happened," she muttered.
"But he didn't know," Harry said, falling to his knees. "He didn't know about where I lived. He had never been to my house. I had given Ron my number, and Hermione must have found out the address. . Only he, the Twins, and Mr. Weasly have ever been there. He wouldn't know where my house was. Why didn't he tell them that he didn't know?"
"Because Harry," Prof. Dumbledore said from the doorway. Both whipped around to see him standing there in his night robe and slippers. "He was protecting his family. He knew that Voldemort chose to use him because Voldemort considered him the weakest. If Voldemort knew he had kidnapped the weakest he who couldn't give him the information, he would try to kidnap the weakest who could, most likely Ginny. However, if Voldemort believed that the weakest knew, and could still hold out, then he knew that his family would be safe, because Voldemort would know that he wouldn't be able to drag the information out of another.
"Prof. Dumbledore? How long have you been there?" Padma had an edge of panic in her voice.
"Long enough to know that which you do not want known, and long enough to know that I should forget it. Your secret is safe with myself and Harry." With that he turned to Harry and said, "Come Harry. I feel it is time to give your surrogate family some more bad news."
Ron and Ginny were quickly gathered into Prof. Dumbledore's office and told the whole story, minus Padma. As far as they knew, Harry had had another dream, not that Dumbledore or Harry had said anything to directly lie to them. Ron nearly pummeled Harry. Ginny just broke down into tears in the Professor's arms. The other Weaslys were quickly rounded up, and brought to the office. The twins held onto their sister, and Ron was trying to suppress any reaction. Bill and Charlie held onto their mother, as Arthur tried his best to get through to Ron. Harry sat off on his own. Hermione hadn't been woken; most felt the Weaslys needed the night to mourn on their own.
At about five (Harry had first been contacted by Padma at one) Bill walked over to Harry. "you okay mate?" he asked gently.
"Just feel like I shouldn't be here," Harry responded. "I also feel that if it weren't for me, you lot wouldn't have to be here. It was me that Voldemort was pumping Percy about. Percy didn't even know what they wanted to know."
"You should be here Harry," Bill said kindly. "You are as much a Weasly as any of us. This is a lesson I learned quick out there. Only one thing matters, it isn't blood or gold or fame; its family."
"I know," Harry said, "But I don't have any."
"Weren't you listening?" Bill smiled. "Blood doesn't matter. While it is true you don't have any blood family who cares about ya, you do have family that does. Us. Hermione too, and Hagrid, and those two house-elves, and don't forget the Zabini's. We are your family. And you are ours."
"He's right," said Mrs. Weasly. Harry turned around to see her being supported by Charlie. "If it weren't for you Harry dear, we wouldn't know about my dear son. We wouldn't even know that he died like a real Gryffindor." Everyone smiled for a moment at that thought. "He practically spit in the face of the Dark. . . . I mean Voldemort himself. I am proud all seven of my sons; Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry."
Harry hugged her tight. "Will you be okay?" he asked her.
"We'll be fine. You know me; built like a bloody tank." Every one gaped at her choice of words, and she blushed. They were able to share a laugh even then.
"A memorial service will be held for Percival Weasly, and his name shall be added to the Heroes Plaque in the Order's base. Let it be known he was truly a Gryffindor and Hero!" Dumbledore's announcement was touching, but didn't seem to cover what everyone needed. Ron wandered off, and showed up at breakfast with bloody knuckles.