Nothing to say except thanx for your reviews and R&R!
Oh, yeah, I have added some more to chapter nine, so all of you who were waiting for me to update, please go back and read at least the last half of it. ^_^ thanx. Harry eleven. Wow!
When harry woke he was again in the hospital wing, but fully dressed this time. Madame Pomfrey was bending over him with a stern expression on her face.
"I think you should return to Grimald Place, Mister Potter. The excitement here seems to be too much for you."
Harry sat up, wincing. His head was incredibly sore, "its not that." He muttered, "its bl**** Voldemort."
The witch started a little at the name, and Harry continued, "one of the Death Eaters just died, I think. The dark Lord asked his snake to kill them."
"Did I hear you correctly Harry?" asked Dumbledore, coming in from the hall.
"Yes sir. Voldemort was trying to take over, like at the Ministry."
"Has he?"
Harry blinked, and then shut his eyes. The door was considerably weakened, but it still held.
He opened his eyes, "weak. But it's held." Dumbledore nodded as if he knew what harry was talking about. Madame Pomfrey 'humphed' and walked away, to were the others were still sleeping.
"Have you been practicing Occlumeny?" asked Dumbledore urgently. Harry nodded, "every evening."
"Good. Keep practicing. I have a feeling that the days of relative peace are numbered. You will return to Grimauld Place, and your friends will have their memories changed,"
"But will that do any good? The Death Eaters were expecting me. Surely Voldemort knows that I'm alive!"
"I think Tom hopes you are Harry, hopes because he badly wants to kill you himself. The Death Eaters bungled when they attacked your house. They were simply meant to scare you and the Dursleys, and by doing so, they knew we would move you further into the wizarding world, where you would be easier to get at, so to speak."
"But that's exactly what happened!"
Dumbledore held up a hand, "ah, but there was no word of you for three months, remember? And The Daily Prophet was screaming your death for two."
"Oh, I see."
"Yes. The best thing was, of course, that every one who knew you grieved for you, and grief cannot be faked well."
"You knew, though, didn't you sir?"
Dumbledore sighed, and nodded, and Harry wondered what was wrong.
"I hoped Harry. I hoped with every fiber of my being. There was, as morbid as it sounds no remains of you at Privet Drive. I could only think of two possible explanations. One, you had been taken by the Death Eaters, and two, you had some how got away. Since the attacks on Muggle borns and Muggles continued, I had to hope it was the later."
Harry nodded, he would have hoped for the later too.
"As it is," continued Dumbledore, brightening a little, the flash back in his eyes, "you escaped with nothing but a few more scars to add to your collection."
Harry glanced down at his arm, at the thin scars that crossed it, remembering the broken window at Privet Drive.
"Yay." He muttered. Dumbledore chuckled, and continued, "I want you to keep on practicing your Occlumency, Harry. It is very important, as you found today and last year at the ministry."
Anything to do with Sirirus's death made Harry uncomfortable.
"So do I have to go back to Grimauld Place now?"
"Only for a little while Harry. Unless my instinct is wrong, the end may be coming very soon."
'Oh dear' thought Harry, as the venerable old man left. 'murder on not to murder? That is now the question'.
AN; hehehehehehehehehehehelp! I don't know where to go from here! I have major Writers block!
Oh, yeah, I have added some more to chapter nine, so all of you who were waiting for me to update, please go back and read at least the last half of it. ^_^ thanx. Harry eleven. Wow!
When harry woke he was again in the hospital wing, but fully dressed this time. Madame Pomfrey was bending over him with a stern expression on her face.
"I think you should return to Grimald Place, Mister Potter. The excitement here seems to be too much for you."
Harry sat up, wincing. His head was incredibly sore, "its not that." He muttered, "its bl**** Voldemort."
The witch started a little at the name, and Harry continued, "one of the Death Eaters just died, I think. The dark Lord asked his snake to kill them."
"Did I hear you correctly Harry?" asked Dumbledore, coming in from the hall.
"Yes sir. Voldemort was trying to take over, like at the Ministry."
"Has he?"
Harry blinked, and then shut his eyes. The door was considerably weakened, but it still held.
He opened his eyes, "weak. But it's held." Dumbledore nodded as if he knew what harry was talking about. Madame Pomfrey 'humphed' and walked away, to were the others were still sleeping.
"Have you been practicing Occlumeny?" asked Dumbledore urgently. Harry nodded, "every evening."
"Good. Keep practicing. I have a feeling that the days of relative peace are numbered. You will return to Grimauld Place, and your friends will have their memories changed,"
"But will that do any good? The Death Eaters were expecting me. Surely Voldemort knows that I'm alive!"
"I think Tom hopes you are Harry, hopes because he badly wants to kill you himself. The Death Eaters bungled when they attacked your house. They were simply meant to scare you and the Dursleys, and by doing so, they knew we would move you further into the wizarding world, where you would be easier to get at, so to speak."
"But that's exactly what happened!"
Dumbledore held up a hand, "ah, but there was no word of you for three months, remember? And The Daily Prophet was screaming your death for two."
"Oh, I see."
"Yes. The best thing was, of course, that every one who knew you grieved for you, and grief cannot be faked well."
"You knew, though, didn't you sir?"
Dumbledore sighed, and nodded, and Harry wondered what was wrong.
"I hoped Harry. I hoped with every fiber of my being. There was, as morbid as it sounds no remains of you at Privet Drive. I could only think of two possible explanations. One, you had been taken by the Death Eaters, and two, you had some how got away. Since the attacks on Muggle borns and Muggles continued, I had to hope it was the later."
Harry nodded, he would have hoped for the later too.
"As it is," continued Dumbledore, brightening a little, the flash back in his eyes, "you escaped with nothing but a few more scars to add to your collection."
Harry glanced down at his arm, at the thin scars that crossed it, remembering the broken window at Privet Drive.
"Yay." He muttered. Dumbledore chuckled, and continued, "I want you to keep on practicing your Occlumency, Harry. It is very important, as you found today and last year at the ministry."
Anything to do with Sirirus's death made Harry uncomfortable.
"So do I have to go back to Grimauld Place now?"
"Only for a little while Harry. Unless my instinct is wrong, the end may be coming very soon."
'Oh dear' thought Harry, as the venerable old man left. 'murder on not to murder? That is now the question'.
AN; hehehehehehehehehehehelp! I don't know where to go from here! I have major Writers block!