Thanks to Pip, Redraspberry, meg, ManicGrace, Sweets, Lady Awen of Rivendell, Fyre Eye, CokeFreak, Kuyo56, MorganD, justsarah, WillowGry29, BadBoyLover, Kim, Liza, Kimmy, Centra-gal86, Ashes, weird, Teufal Riddle, Aeryn Alexander, Coell, Naomi Silverwolf, and Masty2424 for reviewing chapter four.
Chapter five is dedicated to MorganD, Kuyo56, justsarah, and Kimmy, who knew that the Quidditch Players came from the book "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger. By the way, I order you all to read that book! Muwhahaaaaa!
Central-gal86: You said it was hard to believe that Ron and Hermione haven't visited Harry yet. It actually has only been a few days since Harry left the Dursley's- I think it seems longer though. Maybe they would have visited, but it wouldn't work with the story... don't worry though, they will!
If anyone is wondering, the spell Voldie uses in Harry's first dream is in Bosnian... sort of...
Sorry is this chapter sucks, but I didn't edit it at all... I really wanted to post it... Oh well, you'll figure it out.
I am so excited about this chapter because I wrote a death scene!! Wheeeeeee! It was really fun, and now you all think i'm a morbid sadist... oh well. Oh, and don't worry about the death, it's no one important.
Happy Holidays people!!!!!!!!!
The title of this chapter (and this fic actually) is not mine, it's the title of a song by U2. I don't own it, or Harry Potter, etc.
Chapter 5
"Harry? Harry!" Sirius and Remus shouted, rushing over to him. But Harry just lay motionless on the floor beside his chair, turning paler by the minute.
Sirius grabbed Harry and rolled him over so he was lying on his back. Harry's face was chalky white and his brow was drenched in sweat, making Sirius worry about him even more.
Remus got down on the floor beside Sirius and felt Harry for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it.
"I guess he's just passed out." Remus said dubiously. "Why don't you move him to the couch and we'll try to wake him up."
"What are you going to do, try to enervate him?" Sirius asked, gently lifting Harry and placing him on the couch in the adjacent room.
"I guess… that spell usually only works is the person was stupefied first."
"Well, we don't have a lot of options, so you might as well." Sirius said worriedly.
Cautiously, Remus put his wand to Harry's temple. "Enervate!"
But Harry just stayed motionless.
Remus stood up. "I'll call Madam Pomfrey." He said tersely.
Sirius stayed kneeling beside Harry, compulsively smoothing and messing up his bangs. He didn't know what to do for Harry, but he felt he had to do something. Sirius had always been the guy in control of the situation and his life. When there was trouble, he always had a plan, or an excuse to bail himself and his friends out of trouble. This time, Sirius was helpless, and it was driving him mad.
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Meanwhile, cut off from the chaos, Harry was walking through a deep forest. He didn't know where he was going, but he felt himself being pulled in a certain direction. Dimly, he wondered where Sirius and Remus were, and why he wasn't eating dinner with them anymore.
After walking for a few more minutes, Harry came upon a wooden cottage that looked vaguely like Remus's. From inside, he heard a woman's voice singing what sounded like a lullaby, and a man's voice laughing.
Suddenly, Harry realized where he was. He was home. He was in Godric's Hollow, and inside the cottage were his parents. Harry began to run to the place he had longed for, ever since he could remember, but before he could get there, there was an explosion and a blast of green light. Then there was the familiar, terrible sound of a high, cold laugh.
"Am I near a dementor?" Harry muttered to himself.
"No Harry, you are not near a dementor." A voice in the dark whispered to him. "This is all real, this is how it happened. This is how your slutty mother and wanker of a father died Harry. But you're still in their Harry, can you hear that?"
A formerly soft sound that Harry had heard in the distance was magnified. It was a baby crying. It was Harry.
"You are alive and they're dead, Harry." The voice continued. "Maybe if you would have died, they could have lived? That was a bit selfish of you, wasn't it? You let them die so you could live. Who'll be next? Will Sirius die for you? Dumbledore? Remus? It's all up to you."
Harry was shaking; he put his hands over his ears. "This isn't real." He told himself. "It's a dream. Voldemort is doing something to me, and this is just a dream."
The voice, or Voldemort, as Harry had correctly identified it, laughed. "This may be a dream, Harry, but that doesn't change the fact that you killed all those people. I've seen Cedric, you know. He isn't very happy that you let him die. You might as well have killed him when you first met him- it would have saved Wormtail the trouble."
"Shut up!" Harry screamed. "I'm not listening to you!"
Voldemort laughed coldly. "You seem a bit upset for someone who's not listening to me, Harry." He then pointed his wand at Harry.
"Ja anatemisati ti ka bivsi beznadleznost!" He shouted.
There was a burst of gold light, and suddenly, Harry was falling backwards through space, and seeing flashes of images he couldn't quite make out. Once he thought he saw Uncle Vernon, but realized it was just a flash. Then the voices came. First it was terrible screaming, then the quiet pleas of a child, fading into nothingness.
"Harry!" The voices had started up again, only closer. "Harry wake up!" Harry realized that this wasn't just any voice. It was Sirius. He struggled to climb out of the fog that had engulfed him.
Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief when Harry blearily opened his eyes.
"W-what happened?" Harry asked, trying to sit up.
"No, Harry, don't move yet." Sirius said gently. "And we have no idea what happened… we were just eating dinner, and you passed out. Then when we couldn't wake you up, we called Madam Pomfrey."
"Her again?" Harry groaned. "She really must be sick of seeing me."
Sirius and Remus snorted with laughter, while Madam Pomfrey bustled over and forced a potion down Harry's throat.
"Go to sleep you." She said briskly. "You shouldn't be awake yet anyway.
Harry's eyelids drooped as the sleeping potion Madam Pomfrey had just given him began to take affect. Seeing that Harry was now fast asleep, Sirius gently picked him up and took him to his room, then came back downstairs to talk to Remus and Madam Pomfrey.
"What exactly's wrong with him?" Sirius asked upon returning.
Madam Pomfrey sighed deeply. "Well Mr. Black, I'm quite baffled as to what could be causing this. All the injuries that I healed on him the other day seem to be back. Only this time, I couldn't heal them."
"What?" Remus exclaimed. "How is that possible?"
"I don't know. To be blunt, I've never seen anything like this in my life."
Sirius put his head in his hands. Suddenly, there was a deep rumbling sound, and Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore appeared in the fireplace. Athena, who had been lying on the couch jumped up and streaked up the stairs.
"Poppy!" Dumbledore exclaimed, looking uncharacteristically surprised. "What are you doing here?"
While the nursed tried to explain what had happed, Snape drifted over to Sirius. "Trouble in paradise, Black?" He sneered.
"You're such a bastard, Snape." Sirius sneered back, calmly. Snape looked surprised, obviously he wasn't expecting such a calm reaction from Sirius Black. But age and Azkaban had calmed his temper, somewhat- and having things other than Snape to worry about helped him not rise to Snape's challenge.
"We have recently been informed of Voldemort's most recent plans for Harry." Dumbledore was saying to Remus, as Sirius brought his attention back to the situation at hand. "I believe this could be it. Severus, why don't you tell everyone what you know of the situation?"
Snape tried not to roll his eyes to obviously at the concerned looks on Remus's and Poppy's faces and said "Although Voldemort is not particularly chatty while torturing death eaters, I did learn a bit of information regarding Potter."
"First of all, his plan has something to do with the abuse he suffered under his relatives, and he was going to perform a spell through some connection they have."
"Harry's scar." Said Remus. "Harry sees visions from Voldemort in dreams through his scar."
"But it's always visions, not Harry and Voldemort interacting in anyway." Sirius pointed out.
"Another puzzling question." Dumbledore sighed. "One that only Harry can answer."
Everyone looked downcast for a moment, deep in his or her own thoughts, until Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood up.
"I must be going." He said, "I have a pile of letters to the ministry I have to write and a wonderful slice of cheesecake waiting for me. Severus, Poppy?" He motioned for them to leave with him. Pleasantries were exchanged and the three returned to Hogwarts, leaving Sirius and Remus to the quiet emptiness of a grave situation.
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Voldemort laughed cruelly and twirled a strand of Petunia Dursley's wavy blonde hair.
"Aren't you a pretty one?" He whispered. "Of course you are though, you are an Evens after all."
"I'm not an Evens!" She spat out. "I'm a Dursley! And any seconded now my husband will be here to rescue me from you ugly, abnormal wizard."
Voldemort laughed again and let go of Petunia's hair with a yank. "Oh really? Is going to rescue you by running the other way, like he did when I captured you?"
Petunia's lip trembled. "He was just scared. But he'll be here." She said with false bravado.
As if touched by sudden inspiration, Voldemort caressed Petunia's cheek with his chalky white hand. "My pretty little squib acts so brave, even in the face of death. Aren't you scared, little squib?"
Petunia said nothing, but struggled against the ropes that bound her to a hard, wooded chair. Finally, she gave up and stared Voldemort in the eyes and asked the question he had been dreaming for.
"Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything to you! I know you killed my sister, but I never did anything to stop you!
Voldemort smiled, showing his jagged teeth. "Oh no, you have nothing to do with Lily. This doesn't even have anything to do with the fact that you're a despicable squib. You, my dear flower are about do die because of that nephew of yours. Harry Potter."
"What does that little brat have to do with this?"
"Everything, my flower. For I know that he can see this, and I want him to know that you are dying at his hands." Voldemort sneered.
"Happy birthday Harry." He laughed. Then,
"Avada Kedavra!"
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Sirius crept into Harry's room and gazed at his godson's sleeping form. He looked so innocent and peaceful. Sirius smiled and breathed a sigh of relief that Madam Pomfrey had forced a dreamless sleep potion down Harry's throat. No dreams from Voldemort tonight. Suddenly, He turned around, sensing that someone else had entered the room.
"Hi." Remus said softly. "How is he?"
"Just sleeping." Sirius replied.
"I have something to give you." Remus said, conjuring up a chair and placing it beside Harry's bed, where Sirius sat.
"What is it?" Sirius asked, furrowing his brow.
Remus reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a small, well-worn, green drawstring bag. He carefully opened the bag, and dumped the contents- a rock into Sirius's hand.
"A rock?" Sirius asked.
"Actually, it's a 'worry rock.' When you're worried you're suppose to rub it. See how there's a dent in it? That's from me rubbing it. It wears through if you rub it enough… I figured you could use it more than me right now." Remus explained.
Sirius tested the rock's smooth surface with his thumb and smiled.
"Thanks Moony."
Remus smiled back- a smile that meant more than any words could explain. The same smile Sirius had smiled at him.
"Anytime Padfoot. After all, what are friends for?"
Sirius went to sleep that night curled up in his dog form at the end of Harry's bed. He was still incredibly worried about his godson, but his heart felt a little more at ease knowing that he had Moony to help him through the crisis.
Chapter five is dedicated to MorganD, Kuyo56, justsarah, and Kimmy, who knew that the Quidditch Players came from the book "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger. By the way, I order you all to read that book! Muwhahaaaaa!
Central-gal86: You said it was hard to believe that Ron and Hermione haven't visited Harry yet. It actually has only been a few days since Harry left the Dursley's- I think it seems longer though. Maybe they would have visited, but it wouldn't work with the story... don't worry though, they will!
If anyone is wondering, the spell Voldie uses in Harry's first dream is in Bosnian... sort of...
Sorry is this chapter sucks, but I didn't edit it at all... I really wanted to post it... Oh well, you'll figure it out.
I am so excited about this chapter because I wrote a death scene!! Wheeeeeee! It was really fun, and now you all think i'm a morbid sadist... oh well. Oh, and don't worry about the death, it's no one important.
Happy Holidays people!!!!!!!!!
The title of this chapter (and this fic actually) is not mine, it's the title of a song by U2. I don't own it, or Harry Potter, etc.
Chapter 5
"Harry? Harry!" Sirius and Remus shouted, rushing over to him. But Harry just lay motionless on the floor beside his chair, turning paler by the minute.
Sirius grabbed Harry and rolled him over so he was lying on his back. Harry's face was chalky white and his brow was drenched in sweat, making Sirius worry about him even more.
Remus got down on the floor beside Sirius and felt Harry for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it.
"I guess he's just passed out." Remus said dubiously. "Why don't you move him to the couch and we'll try to wake him up."
"What are you going to do, try to enervate him?" Sirius asked, gently lifting Harry and placing him on the couch in the adjacent room.
"I guess… that spell usually only works is the person was stupefied first."
"Well, we don't have a lot of options, so you might as well." Sirius said worriedly.
Cautiously, Remus put his wand to Harry's temple. "Enervate!"
But Harry just stayed motionless.
Remus stood up. "I'll call Madam Pomfrey." He said tersely.
Sirius stayed kneeling beside Harry, compulsively smoothing and messing up his bangs. He didn't know what to do for Harry, but he felt he had to do something. Sirius had always been the guy in control of the situation and his life. When there was trouble, he always had a plan, or an excuse to bail himself and his friends out of trouble. This time, Sirius was helpless, and it was driving him mad.
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Meanwhile, cut off from the chaos, Harry was walking through a deep forest. He didn't know where he was going, but he felt himself being pulled in a certain direction. Dimly, he wondered where Sirius and Remus were, and why he wasn't eating dinner with them anymore.
After walking for a few more minutes, Harry came upon a wooden cottage that looked vaguely like Remus's. From inside, he heard a woman's voice singing what sounded like a lullaby, and a man's voice laughing.
Suddenly, Harry realized where he was. He was home. He was in Godric's Hollow, and inside the cottage were his parents. Harry began to run to the place he had longed for, ever since he could remember, but before he could get there, there was an explosion and a blast of green light. Then there was the familiar, terrible sound of a high, cold laugh.
"Am I near a dementor?" Harry muttered to himself.
"No Harry, you are not near a dementor." A voice in the dark whispered to him. "This is all real, this is how it happened. This is how your slutty mother and wanker of a father died Harry. But you're still in their Harry, can you hear that?"
A formerly soft sound that Harry had heard in the distance was magnified. It was a baby crying. It was Harry.
"You are alive and they're dead, Harry." The voice continued. "Maybe if you would have died, they could have lived? That was a bit selfish of you, wasn't it? You let them die so you could live. Who'll be next? Will Sirius die for you? Dumbledore? Remus? It's all up to you."
Harry was shaking; he put his hands over his ears. "This isn't real." He told himself. "It's a dream. Voldemort is doing something to me, and this is just a dream."
The voice, or Voldemort, as Harry had correctly identified it, laughed. "This may be a dream, Harry, but that doesn't change the fact that you killed all those people. I've seen Cedric, you know. He isn't very happy that you let him die. You might as well have killed him when you first met him- it would have saved Wormtail the trouble."
"Shut up!" Harry screamed. "I'm not listening to you!"
Voldemort laughed coldly. "You seem a bit upset for someone who's not listening to me, Harry." He then pointed his wand at Harry.
"Ja anatemisati ti ka bivsi beznadleznost!" He shouted.
There was a burst of gold light, and suddenly, Harry was falling backwards through space, and seeing flashes of images he couldn't quite make out. Once he thought he saw Uncle Vernon, but realized it was just a flash. Then the voices came. First it was terrible screaming, then the quiet pleas of a child, fading into nothingness.
"Harry!" The voices had started up again, only closer. "Harry wake up!" Harry realized that this wasn't just any voice. It was Sirius. He struggled to climb out of the fog that had engulfed him.
Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief when Harry blearily opened his eyes.
"W-what happened?" Harry asked, trying to sit up.
"No, Harry, don't move yet." Sirius said gently. "And we have no idea what happened… we were just eating dinner, and you passed out. Then when we couldn't wake you up, we called Madam Pomfrey."
"Her again?" Harry groaned. "She really must be sick of seeing me."
Sirius and Remus snorted with laughter, while Madam Pomfrey bustled over and forced a potion down Harry's throat.
"Go to sleep you." She said briskly. "You shouldn't be awake yet anyway.
Harry's eyelids drooped as the sleeping potion Madam Pomfrey had just given him began to take affect. Seeing that Harry was now fast asleep, Sirius gently picked him up and took him to his room, then came back downstairs to talk to Remus and Madam Pomfrey.
"What exactly's wrong with him?" Sirius asked upon returning.
Madam Pomfrey sighed deeply. "Well Mr. Black, I'm quite baffled as to what could be causing this. All the injuries that I healed on him the other day seem to be back. Only this time, I couldn't heal them."
"What?" Remus exclaimed. "How is that possible?"
"I don't know. To be blunt, I've never seen anything like this in my life."
Sirius put his head in his hands. Suddenly, there was a deep rumbling sound, and Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore appeared in the fireplace. Athena, who had been lying on the couch jumped up and streaked up the stairs.
"Poppy!" Dumbledore exclaimed, looking uncharacteristically surprised. "What are you doing here?"
While the nursed tried to explain what had happed, Snape drifted over to Sirius. "Trouble in paradise, Black?" He sneered.
"You're such a bastard, Snape." Sirius sneered back, calmly. Snape looked surprised, obviously he wasn't expecting such a calm reaction from Sirius Black. But age and Azkaban had calmed his temper, somewhat- and having things other than Snape to worry about helped him not rise to Snape's challenge.
"We have recently been informed of Voldemort's most recent plans for Harry." Dumbledore was saying to Remus, as Sirius brought his attention back to the situation at hand. "I believe this could be it. Severus, why don't you tell everyone what you know of the situation?"
Snape tried not to roll his eyes to obviously at the concerned looks on Remus's and Poppy's faces and said "Although Voldemort is not particularly chatty while torturing death eaters, I did learn a bit of information regarding Potter."
"First of all, his plan has something to do with the abuse he suffered under his relatives, and he was going to perform a spell through some connection they have."
"Harry's scar." Said Remus. "Harry sees visions from Voldemort in dreams through his scar."
"But it's always visions, not Harry and Voldemort interacting in anyway." Sirius pointed out.
"Another puzzling question." Dumbledore sighed. "One that only Harry can answer."
Everyone looked downcast for a moment, deep in his or her own thoughts, until Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood up.
"I must be going." He said, "I have a pile of letters to the ministry I have to write and a wonderful slice of cheesecake waiting for me. Severus, Poppy?" He motioned for them to leave with him. Pleasantries were exchanged and the three returned to Hogwarts, leaving Sirius and Remus to the quiet emptiness of a grave situation.
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Voldemort laughed cruelly and twirled a strand of Petunia Dursley's wavy blonde hair.
"Aren't you a pretty one?" He whispered. "Of course you are though, you are an Evens after all."
"I'm not an Evens!" She spat out. "I'm a Dursley! And any seconded now my husband will be here to rescue me from you ugly, abnormal wizard."
Voldemort laughed again and let go of Petunia's hair with a yank. "Oh really? Is going to rescue you by running the other way, like he did when I captured you?"
Petunia's lip trembled. "He was just scared. But he'll be here." She said with false bravado.
As if touched by sudden inspiration, Voldemort caressed Petunia's cheek with his chalky white hand. "My pretty little squib acts so brave, even in the face of death. Aren't you scared, little squib?"
Petunia said nothing, but struggled against the ropes that bound her to a hard, wooded chair. Finally, she gave up and stared Voldemort in the eyes and asked the question he had been dreaming for.
"Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything to you! I know you killed my sister, but I never did anything to stop you!
Voldemort smiled, showing his jagged teeth. "Oh no, you have nothing to do with Lily. This doesn't even have anything to do with the fact that you're a despicable squib. You, my dear flower are about do die because of that nephew of yours. Harry Potter."
"What does that little brat have to do with this?"
"Everything, my flower. For I know that he can see this, and I want him to know that you are dying at his hands." Voldemort sneered.
"Happy birthday Harry." He laughed. Then,
"Avada Kedavra!"
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Sirius crept into Harry's room and gazed at his godson's sleeping form. He looked so innocent and peaceful. Sirius smiled and breathed a sigh of relief that Madam Pomfrey had forced a dreamless sleep potion down Harry's throat. No dreams from Voldemort tonight. Suddenly, He turned around, sensing that someone else had entered the room.
"Hi." Remus said softly. "How is he?"
"Just sleeping." Sirius replied.
"I have something to give you." Remus said, conjuring up a chair and placing it beside Harry's bed, where Sirius sat.
"What is it?" Sirius asked, furrowing his brow.
Remus reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a small, well-worn, green drawstring bag. He carefully opened the bag, and dumped the contents- a rock into Sirius's hand.
"A rock?" Sirius asked.
"Actually, it's a 'worry rock.' When you're worried you're suppose to rub it. See how there's a dent in it? That's from me rubbing it. It wears through if you rub it enough… I figured you could use it more than me right now." Remus explained.
Sirius tested the rock's smooth surface with his thumb and smiled.
"Thanks Moony."
Remus smiled back- a smile that meant more than any words could explain. The same smile Sirius had smiled at him.
"Anytime Padfoot. After all, what are friends for?"
Sirius went to sleep that night curled up in his dog form at the end of Harry's bed. He was still incredibly worried about his godson, but his heart felt a little more at ease knowing that he had Moony to help him through the crisis.