Omigod I am soooooo embarrassed! Oh well, I've fixed it all up now. I
think. Fancy uploading the same chapter twice. Ya know, if u guys hadn't
told me I would have had no idea. Thanx a lot!! ^_^!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Thanx for your answers on the 'what should I name this story?' question, I have decided that Rising from the Ashes will be its new name, but, as some1 said, it would be confusing to change it just yet, so I'll leave it as it is, for the moment anyway. that of course doesn't change the fact that I have writers block. Bear with me, please. And if any one has an aversion to Harry and Hermione stories, please let me know, because I think that's just what this one will turn out to be.! ^_^
Harry and The Beginning of the End (Rising from the Ashes!^_^)
Harry didn't go back to Grimauld Place right away. He stayed at Hogwarts for another month. Dumbledore taught him more Occlumency in that short month than Snape had in a year. It was very hard work to keep Dumbledore out, and Harry almost always made a trip to see Madame Pomfrey afterwards, asking for a head ache draft. But he did feel better and more confident about keeping the Dark Lord out now. He could now not just defend using Occlumency as well, he could go on the offensive, which meant he could read other peoples minds, which he hoped would come in handy. Dumbledore taught him to listen to someone's brain and listen to the signal the brain was sending to the rest of the body. If someone was going to throw something at him, Harry could either duck out of the way or catch it. He knew that would come in handy when he next met Voldemort again. For him, it wasn't a question of if, but when and how. He wondered over that often, when he would next meet Voldemort face to face, whether that would be the time when Harry showed Voldemort what a real wizard could do.
He could only wait, but even at Hogwarts it was an uneasy one. The death Eaters had been quiet of late. There was nothing about them in the news, and none of the Order had a clue as to what was going on, Lupin and Tonks least of all. They visited the Castle often during the month, often only stopping for a rest or to tell Dumbledore something. Harry wished he was privy to the comings and goings, but he knew if Dumbledore thought that he needed to know anything, he would tell. Dumbledore was determined not to make the same mistake twice, lest he suffer Harry's wrath again. Or at least, that's what Harry liked to think.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna had all had their memories altered, to Harry's disappointment. The brief three or four hours he had spent in their company had only served to remind him of how lonely he had become. But there was a bright spot, on her third visit to the castle Tonks told Harry the answer to the question that he had asked so long ago.
"You have some small metamorphagus talent, Harry."
After Harry had calmed down, she explained that he would never be quite as good as she was, because of their being less of the gift, but he would be able to do simple things, like change his air length and colour, and his eyes. He wouldn't be able to change his bone structure, but he could make himself look very different.
He practiced hard, and was soon able to leave the hospital wing without having to bother with the disillusionment charm. He went around as a blond often, and sometimes brown. He actually bumped into Snape, and to his delight the slimy git didn't recognize him.
Then the happy month was over, and he was to return to Grimauld Place the next day. He wasn't upset or angry about it, just resigned. He said goodbye and thank you to Madame Pomfrey and everyone else, and then picked up the Port Key and went back to the Head quarters of The Order Of the Phoenix.
Dobby was waiting, with a hug.
"Harry Potter Sir has come home!"
Harry wasn't really listening to Dobby, his attention had been caught by Winky.
"Hello Winky, how are you?"
"I am fine thank you Harry Potter Sir." Said Winky in rehearsed monotones.
"What's happened while I was away Dobby? Anything?"
"No sir. Just business as usual sir."
"I might have known." Sighed Harry.
That night he dreamed again. He was standing in the shadowy corner of the room, totally hidden by the darkness. He watched as the Dark Lord paced up and down on the old rug. He didn't know where he was but he knew he didn't want to be there. Wormtail was kneeling on the floor, sobbing quietly. Harry spared a moment of pity for the pathetic little rat before the Dark Lord spoke,
"Bungling fool. I should have known better than to trust you with something as important as guarding our isle. No matter. I shall not make that mistake again. It is obvious who Potter cares for most now. His pathetic group of friends." The evil wizard laughed, "The looks on their faces when they saw me!"
Even though he was asleep, Harry knew that this was really happening, or had happened. He wondered why none of them had mentioned it, but reminded himself that he had only spent a little while with them.
"The memory charm did its work though; none of them can remember a thing." Added the Dark Lord as he circled the weeping Wormtail.
Now Harry was confused.
"Well, at least they can't remember telling me where the Order's headquarters are." The evil cackle that accompanied that statement woke Harry.
He sat up in his bed, stared wildly around for a second before casting an impenetrable spell at his window. Then he bounded downstairs, careful to miss the creaky steps. He flicked an impenetrable spell at the door, and woke Dobby and Winky with a hurried whisper about what he hoped was not going to happen.
With Dobby and Winky helping him, Harry got all the windows and outside walls of number 12 Grimauld place sealed to with stand a small explosion. Harry wished he had read all the standard book of spells grade six now. There was definitely a more advanced spell than the one he was using. Then something occurred to him.
"Dobby, can you shrink my trunk?"
"Yes sir," dobby was confused, but he bought the trunk back the size of a matchbox and Harry smiled at him, "and my broom?"
Dobby obeyed.
"If I leave will you and Winky be ok?"
In answer, Winky disappeared and reappeared behind him. Dobby nodded, "yes sir."
"Good. I'm going to turn into my Phoenix shape now. I'll have the broom and the trunk in my pocket. I'll go straight to Hogwarts." Then Harry remembered Hedwig. He ran up stairs to grab her.
Once downstairs he asked Hedwig to lead him to Hogwarts before he transformed, Dobby opened a window for them and they were on their way, which was a good thing, because Harry saw figures moving in the next door neighbours garden, wearing black robes.
Then he spread his wings and got used to the extraordinary feeling of flying, following his owl through the inky black night.
AN; well, what did you think? Tell me about what you think of the Harry and Hermione slant I think I'll put on things. And does anyone feel that this story is a bit clichéd? My brother thinks so (but what would he know, huh?), but it's up to u guys to tell me whether or not u think it's stupid.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Thanx for your answers on the 'what should I name this story?' question, I have decided that Rising from the Ashes will be its new name, but, as some1 said, it would be confusing to change it just yet, so I'll leave it as it is, for the moment anyway. that of course doesn't change the fact that I have writers block. Bear with me, please. And if any one has an aversion to Harry and Hermione stories, please let me know, because I think that's just what this one will turn out to be.! ^_^
Harry and The Beginning of the End (Rising from the Ashes!^_^)
Harry didn't go back to Grimauld Place right away. He stayed at Hogwarts for another month. Dumbledore taught him more Occlumency in that short month than Snape had in a year. It was very hard work to keep Dumbledore out, and Harry almost always made a trip to see Madame Pomfrey afterwards, asking for a head ache draft. But he did feel better and more confident about keeping the Dark Lord out now. He could now not just defend using Occlumency as well, he could go on the offensive, which meant he could read other peoples minds, which he hoped would come in handy. Dumbledore taught him to listen to someone's brain and listen to the signal the brain was sending to the rest of the body. If someone was going to throw something at him, Harry could either duck out of the way or catch it. He knew that would come in handy when he next met Voldemort again. For him, it wasn't a question of if, but when and how. He wondered over that often, when he would next meet Voldemort face to face, whether that would be the time when Harry showed Voldemort what a real wizard could do.
He could only wait, but even at Hogwarts it was an uneasy one. The death Eaters had been quiet of late. There was nothing about them in the news, and none of the Order had a clue as to what was going on, Lupin and Tonks least of all. They visited the Castle often during the month, often only stopping for a rest or to tell Dumbledore something. Harry wished he was privy to the comings and goings, but he knew if Dumbledore thought that he needed to know anything, he would tell. Dumbledore was determined not to make the same mistake twice, lest he suffer Harry's wrath again. Or at least, that's what Harry liked to think.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna had all had their memories altered, to Harry's disappointment. The brief three or four hours he had spent in their company had only served to remind him of how lonely he had become. But there was a bright spot, on her third visit to the castle Tonks told Harry the answer to the question that he had asked so long ago.
"You have some small metamorphagus talent, Harry."
After Harry had calmed down, she explained that he would never be quite as good as she was, because of their being less of the gift, but he would be able to do simple things, like change his air length and colour, and his eyes. He wouldn't be able to change his bone structure, but he could make himself look very different.
He practiced hard, and was soon able to leave the hospital wing without having to bother with the disillusionment charm. He went around as a blond often, and sometimes brown. He actually bumped into Snape, and to his delight the slimy git didn't recognize him.
Then the happy month was over, and he was to return to Grimauld Place the next day. He wasn't upset or angry about it, just resigned. He said goodbye and thank you to Madame Pomfrey and everyone else, and then picked up the Port Key and went back to the Head quarters of The Order Of the Phoenix.
Dobby was waiting, with a hug.
"Harry Potter Sir has come home!"
Harry wasn't really listening to Dobby, his attention had been caught by Winky.
"Hello Winky, how are you?"
"I am fine thank you Harry Potter Sir." Said Winky in rehearsed monotones.
"What's happened while I was away Dobby? Anything?"
"No sir. Just business as usual sir."
"I might have known." Sighed Harry.
That night he dreamed again. He was standing in the shadowy corner of the room, totally hidden by the darkness. He watched as the Dark Lord paced up and down on the old rug. He didn't know where he was but he knew he didn't want to be there. Wormtail was kneeling on the floor, sobbing quietly. Harry spared a moment of pity for the pathetic little rat before the Dark Lord spoke,
"Bungling fool. I should have known better than to trust you with something as important as guarding our isle. No matter. I shall not make that mistake again. It is obvious who Potter cares for most now. His pathetic group of friends." The evil wizard laughed, "The looks on their faces when they saw me!"
Even though he was asleep, Harry knew that this was really happening, or had happened. He wondered why none of them had mentioned it, but reminded himself that he had only spent a little while with them.
"The memory charm did its work though; none of them can remember a thing." Added the Dark Lord as he circled the weeping Wormtail.
Now Harry was confused.
"Well, at least they can't remember telling me where the Order's headquarters are." The evil cackle that accompanied that statement woke Harry.
He sat up in his bed, stared wildly around for a second before casting an impenetrable spell at his window. Then he bounded downstairs, careful to miss the creaky steps. He flicked an impenetrable spell at the door, and woke Dobby and Winky with a hurried whisper about what he hoped was not going to happen.
With Dobby and Winky helping him, Harry got all the windows and outside walls of number 12 Grimauld place sealed to with stand a small explosion. Harry wished he had read all the standard book of spells grade six now. There was definitely a more advanced spell than the one he was using. Then something occurred to him.
"Dobby, can you shrink my trunk?"
"Yes sir," dobby was confused, but he bought the trunk back the size of a matchbox and Harry smiled at him, "and my broom?"
Dobby obeyed.
"If I leave will you and Winky be ok?"
In answer, Winky disappeared and reappeared behind him. Dobby nodded, "yes sir."
"Good. I'm going to turn into my Phoenix shape now. I'll have the broom and the trunk in my pocket. I'll go straight to Hogwarts." Then Harry remembered Hedwig. He ran up stairs to grab her.
Once downstairs he asked Hedwig to lead him to Hogwarts before he transformed, Dobby opened a window for them and they were on their way, which was a good thing, because Harry saw figures moving in the next door neighbours garden, wearing black robes.
Then he spread his wings and got used to the extraordinary feeling of flying, following his owl through the inky black night.
AN; well, what did you think? Tell me about what you think of the Harry and Hermione slant I think I'll put on things. And does anyone feel that this story is a bit clichéd? My brother thinks so (but what would he know, huh?), but it's up to u guys to tell me whether or not u think it's stupid.