Chapter Nineteen- Anger that cannot be controlled
When Harry awakened on Sunday morning, he remembered the events of last night freshly. Before he could do anything, Ron came rushing over to his bed. Apparently, it was very late, and Ron had been up for several hours.
"Where were you last night? You just disappeared last night after McGonagall came"
Harry launched into the story about Kevin and the Dementor. He told him everything and when he had finally finished, Ron looked awestruck. He started cracking his knuckles.
"Where is he? I want to give him a 'Welcome Back' greeting" Ron said, through gritted teeth.
"Ron, no one is supposed to know he's here. I mean, he really has changed. There was something about him that freaked me out last night" Harry said, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Ron looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Well, he reminds me of someone. That someone is not a person you could easily forget either"
"Come off it Harry! Who are you talking about?"
"Tom Riddle"
"You mean, You-Know-Who when he was younger?"
Harry nodded. "Don't ask me how I came to think of that, but it just seems logical. Kevin looked exactly like Tom Riddle when he was sixteen"
"But Harry, your not saying that-you can't be saying-" said Ron, his eyes widening.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. You-Know-Who has a son"
"But-that cant be true! I mean-"
Harry couldn't believe he was saying it either, but somewhere deep down inside, he felt that this was true. Lord Voldemort had a son, that no one knew about. It was something that no one in his or her right minds would dream of thinking, but Harry couldn't rid himself of that thought. Did Dumbledore know about this? Had Dumbledore foreseen something like this?
March arrived, and the winds began to kick up around the castle. The weather was finally getting to be warmer, and the springtime flowers were flourishing around the school, and occasionally, people choose to have little picnics on the front lawn, summoning things with their wands, and just relaxing. There was another Hogsmeade visit on the third Saturday of the month, and posted next to that on the notice board was another notice, written in big wording.
APPARATION TESTING APPROACHING
All Sixth Years are reminded that the testing for Apparation is going to be held in June. The pupils' heads of houses are going to be holding lessons during the Easter Holidays. ALL SIXTH YEARS must attend these meetings. It is an important part of your magical education, and will henceforth affect
it from now until the day you die.
Signed,
Professor M. McGonagall
Head of Gryffindor House
"Finally, something worth my reading" hissed Hermione, as she read the notice. Harry and Ron snorted chuckles.
"I heard the test is difficult," Ron said. "Fred and George told me"
"Well, we'll be fine" Harry said, as they left the common room, and headed down to the Great hall for breakfast. The ceiling of the hall was a stormy gray color with clouds swirling about. Occasionally, a flash of lightening would streak across it. Harry sat down with Ron and Hermione, and began to eat a bowl of cereal. He wasn't in the mood to eat something heavier. Cho came over, and sat next to Harry. They greeted each other in a kiss that felt more like a wedding kiss.
"You know, the least you could do is find a room like Percy did when he was dating Penelope Clearwater," said Hermione.
"No one says anything when you two kiss," said Harry, breaking the kiss and raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
"That's because we actually find rooms," said Ron.
Harry ignored him. At that moment, the sound of hundreds of owls came from overhead. The morning post was arriving. Different owls were gliding down to their owners, dropping letters, parcels and even newspapers. Harry, feeling no need to even look up for Hedwig returned to his cereal. Words he wasn't expecting came from Cho's mouth.
"Isn't that your owl?" she asked, looking up.
Harry snorted. "Who would I receive-"
Sure enough, Hedwig was gliding down to him, clutching a scroll in her beak. She landed in front of him, and Harry took the scroll, astonished. Who on earth would be sending him mail? The only people he ever received mail from were Sirius, and on Christmas three years ago, the Dursley's. However, Sirius was at Hogwarts, and he doubted the Dursley's had anything to say to him.
"Who's it from?" asked Ron urgently, bending over to see.
Harry saw something scribbled on the rolled up side of the scroll. It read "DO NOT READ THIS WITH COMPANY"
Hermione looked at Harry, as well as Ron and Cho. They all seemed to agree with the handwriting.
"Go on mate, read it in private" said Ron.
"But what if it's a curse?" Harry asked, nervously.
"Well, the person must've had a pretty long job ahead of them because they seemed to have written a book" Hermione said, grinning. "Just read it in private"
Harry nodded. He snatched up his bag, gave Cho a swift kiss, and then proceeded towards the North Tower. His first lesson was Divination. He proceeded up the marble stairs, while unrolling the scroll. He felt like he was reading his fathers message again, which he had completely ignored. He began to read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I know you're probably a bit surprised to receive mail because I've only just heard that you hardly receive any. That's all about to change soon enough, but I-we cant explain that now. This letter might get intercepted from our hiding place. Dumbledore has already told you about the Orbs of the Phoenix, and there should be no doubt in your mind that Voldemort (Yeah, we use his name) is after them. He has been after them for a long time, and thanks to you, he has to try much much harder. Dumbledore and Professor Kevin told us that you stopped that kid.Kevin was his name, from getting into the castle with a Dementor. That's great. And also, that boy's name isn't Kevin at all. It's a trick, we've just discovered. His name is actually Jack. Weird, eh? I know your probably wondering who this is that's writing to you, and who this is that has contact with Kevin and Dumbledore, but trust me, I know you've scrolled down to see if there was a name on here, but there isn't. We aren't allowed to say who we are.strict orders from Dumbledore just in case this owl is intercepted.don't worry. You don't have to be alarmed about this letter. I just thought I'd write.and someone else.suggested that I shouldn't but I couldn't resist the urge. After all, you are the Famous Harry Potter.
The letter ended right there, and left Harry with his mouth hanging open. Who was it that had written this letter? They sounded as though they had direct contact with Dumbledore. He thought he should take the letter up to Sirius, who was in Dumbledores office, but figured he shouldn't. He reached the top of the north tower, and saw the stepladder, which was closed. He sat down on the floor, and continued to think. Who would even consider writing him a letter, but not put their name on it?
Harry sighed. The booming bell sounded throughout the castle, and minutes later, voices and footsteps were heard. Ron came up the stairs, and looked as though he had just run there.
"We're.in Firenzes' room today" he panted.
Harry nodded. Harry followed Ron down to the first floor and into the classroom that Firenze occupied. The class resembled a silent spot in the Dark Forest, with a clear opening above.
"So, what was the letter about?" Ron asked, as they sat down upon the grass.
"Oh.it was from.well, I don't know who it was from, but it's about Kevin" Harry said, taking out his copy of "The Future becomes clear" by Julard Heresy. He took out the letter, and handed it to Ron, who began reading it as though it were some prized possession. When Ron had finished, his reaction was exactly how Harry had predicted.
"This can't mean.It doesn't.You-Know-Who has a son?" Ron asked, his voice dropping to an anxious whisper, and he moved closer to Harry. Harry nodded, and looked up as the Half-Horse, Half-Human Firenze entered the room. He had blonde hair, and Blue eyes. Lavender and Parvati giggled when he entered.
"Good morning class" Firenze said, as he walked to the front of the class. "As you will notice, you are re-located down here because your teacher, Professor Trelawney has taken ill" he continued.
Lavender and Parvati gasped. "Is she going to be ok?" Lavender asked.
"Yes. She has just a minor cold. Now, let us move on to the study of the stars. I am aware that Professor Trelawney has assigned you all star charts, which tell how your partners mood and behavior will change in the coming month. As pointless as this seems, I am not going to stray away from your current teachers' assignments. Please find your partners, and continue your assignment"
Harry took out the star chart he was supposed to be filling in on Ron. It was blank. Harry had not even found the heart to do this assignment. He found Professor Trelawney's class unnecessary, and wondered why on earth he was still forced to take it. Ron frowned as he took out his own chart that he was supposed to be filling in on Harry.
"Sorry mate, but I didn't even start it" Ron said.
"Oh, well, I didn't complete yours either. I guess we can start them now," Harry suggested, opening his book to chapter twenty-seven "The Stars and Humans Moods".
The lesson took practically then entire period and the only thing Harry and Ron had managed to write on their charts was "April". They found it too difficult so they abandoned it. When the booming bell sounded, they both headed to Defense against the Dark Arts. Hermione met them in front of the classroom door, and looked as though she were hiding something.
"What's up?" Ron asked, sounding skeptical.
"Um."
"Hermione. What are you hiding?"
"Nothing.I'm."
"Hey Potter!" came a more than happy voice from over the crowd near the front of Professor Kevin's classroom. It was Pansy. "Are you feeling ok? You're not going to start complaining about the false scar on your forehead?"
"What.Hermione, hand it over!" Harry snapped. Hermione resentfully handed the Daily Prophet over, as Harry unfolded it, and found himself staring at a large blinking photograph of himself. He began to read the article aloud.
Harry Potter and the Scar that does
Not Exist
Harry Potter, a boy like no other perhaps, has found himself yet tangled in another web of lies, which Albus Dumbledore himself has failed to see. As the public so widely knows, over thirteen years ago, Harry Potter was the
cause of You-Know-Who's downfall. However, the public, the Ministry of Magic, as well as Albus Dumbledore witnessed the return of the Dark Lord last June, and everyone is beginning to wonder whether or not the scar that
was left upon Harry Potters' forehead is real or false? "I think Albus Dumbledore planted that scar there," said a local pub owner. She has refrained from giving us her identity. "He's a great wizard, and
who knows, maybe he learned how to make scars" Harry Potter or the Boy-Who-Lived currently attends Hogwarts School, where
many students are alarmed about the so-called Scar on his forehead. "Potter is lying," said Vincent Crabbe, a sixth year student. "He's always
making up stories about Dementors, and everyone also thinks he murdered
Cedric Diggory two years ago" Cedric Diggory, the deceased son of Amos Diggory competed in the Triwizard Tournament over two years ago, in which Potter himself was entered which
was against the rules. During the night of the third and final task, Diggory was allegedly murdered mysteriously, and Harry Potters' proof at
that time was shaky. "He was murdered by Lord-You-Know-Who". However, even with the return of
the Dark Lord, evidence still proves against Potter that the Dark Lord murdered Cedric Diggory. The Public still remains concerned that Potters' obsession with wild stories, and strange hallucinations continue to lead
him toward the hopes that the scar on his forehead can cause people to
believe anything he says. Albus Dumbledore had better speak up soon; or
else he could find himself in more trouble than even he can predict.
Pansy and her gang laughed even louder now, having heard Harry read the article. Anger inside him had surfaced to an all time high, and he had reached the end of holding it back.
"So, is it true Potter?" Pansy asked. "Is that scar even real?"
Before Harry had time to even catch himself, he took out his wand, pointed it at Pansy and shrieked "Densaugeo". A blast of white light struck Pansy, who's teeth began to enlarge at an alarming rate. Harry felt all the anger inside him pushing to become released. He did not want to stop, with just enlarging her teeth. He wanted to kill her.
"Harry!" Ron shouted, grabbing hold of Harry's arm. Something inside Harry rose up so quickly, that it felt like a speeding train. Harry turned around and punched Ron squarely across the face. Harry saw a trickle of Blood slid down from Ron's lip. Harry didn't care. He was upset. He was angry.
Ron stared stonily back at Harry. Harry was unaware of the others staring at them, some trying to help Pansy. Hermione was breathing rather hard, and Neville was on the verge of collapsing. Professor Kevin entered the room, unaware of what had just happened.
"What is going on here?" he asked, his eyes sweeping the class.
"Potter attacked Pansy, and Weasley Professor!" Crabbe said.
"What.Potter.someone take Ms. Parkinson and Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing.Potter! Straight to Professor Dumbledores' office, now!" Professor Kevin said sharply.
"I'll take him," Hermione said, as she reached for Harrys' bag. The anger that surfaced inside Harry rose again and he snatched his bag from her.
"I can do myself" he snapped, as he walked out of the room without looking back.
Harry walked up the marble staircase towards the second floor, and down the long hallway to the stone gargoyle which guarded Dumbledore's office. Harry was fuming. Now he had to try and figure out the password, and it was going to get him much angrier if he didn't get it correct. He said the same words Professor McGonagall said the night he and the others brought Dolores Umbridge back to the castle. It worked. The Gargoyle sprang to life, and jumped aside, revealing the spiral staircase to Dumbledore's office. He reached the handle and opened the door into the office.
When Harry awakened on Sunday morning, he remembered the events of last night freshly. Before he could do anything, Ron came rushing over to his bed. Apparently, it was very late, and Ron had been up for several hours.
"Where were you last night? You just disappeared last night after McGonagall came"
Harry launched into the story about Kevin and the Dementor. He told him everything and when he had finally finished, Ron looked awestruck. He started cracking his knuckles.
"Where is he? I want to give him a 'Welcome Back' greeting" Ron said, through gritted teeth.
"Ron, no one is supposed to know he's here. I mean, he really has changed. There was something about him that freaked me out last night" Harry said, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Ron looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Well, he reminds me of someone. That someone is not a person you could easily forget either"
"Come off it Harry! Who are you talking about?"
"Tom Riddle"
"You mean, You-Know-Who when he was younger?"
Harry nodded. "Don't ask me how I came to think of that, but it just seems logical. Kevin looked exactly like Tom Riddle when he was sixteen"
"But Harry, your not saying that-you can't be saying-" said Ron, his eyes widening.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. You-Know-Who has a son"
"But-that cant be true! I mean-"
Harry couldn't believe he was saying it either, but somewhere deep down inside, he felt that this was true. Lord Voldemort had a son, that no one knew about. It was something that no one in his or her right minds would dream of thinking, but Harry couldn't rid himself of that thought. Did Dumbledore know about this? Had Dumbledore foreseen something like this?
March arrived, and the winds began to kick up around the castle. The weather was finally getting to be warmer, and the springtime flowers were flourishing around the school, and occasionally, people choose to have little picnics on the front lawn, summoning things with their wands, and just relaxing. There was another Hogsmeade visit on the third Saturday of the month, and posted next to that on the notice board was another notice, written in big wording.
APPARATION TESTING APPROACHING
All Sixth Years are reminded that the testing for Apparation is going to be held in June. The pupils' heads of houses are going to be holding lessons during the Easter Holidays. ALL SIXTH YEARS must attend these meetings. It is an important part of your magical education, and will henceforth affect
it from now until the day you die.
Signed,
Professor M. McGonagall
Head of Gryffindor House
"Finally, something worth my reading" hissed Hermione, as she read the notice. Harry and Ron snorted chuckles.
"I heard the test is difficult," Ron said. "Fred and George told me"
"Well, we'll be fine" Harry said, as they left the common room, and headed down to the Great hall for breakfast. The ceiling of the hall was a stormy gray color with clouds swirling about. Occasionally, a flash of lightening would streak across it. Harry sat down with Ron and Hermione, and began to eat a bowl of cereal. He wasn't in the mood to eat something heavier. Cho came over, and sat next to Harry. They greeted each other in a kiss that felt more like a wedding kiss.
"You know, the least you could do is find a room like Percy did when he was dating Penelope Clearwater," said Hermione.
"No one says anything when you two kiss," said Harry, breaking the kiss and raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
"That's because we actually find rooms," said Ron.
Harry ignored him. At that moment, the sound of hundreds of owls came from overhead. The morning post was arriving. Different owls were gliding down to their owners, dropping letters, parcels and even newspapers. Harry, feeling no need to even look up for Hedwig returned to his cereal. Words he wasn't expecting came from Cho's mouth.
"Isn't that your owl?" she asked, looking up.
Harry snorted. "Who would I receive-"
Sure enough, Hedwig was gliding down to him, clutching a scroll in her beak. She landed in front of him, and Harry took the scroll, astonished. Who on earth would be sending him mail? The only people he ever received mail from were Sirius, and on Christmas three years ago, the Dursley's. However, Sirius was at Hogwarts, and he doubted the Dursley's had anything to say to him.
"Who's it from?" asked Ron urgently, bending over to see.
Harry saw something scribbled on the rolled up side of the scroll. It read "DO NOT READ THIS WITH COMPANY"
Hermione looked at Harry, as well as Ron and Cho. They all seemed to agree with the handwriting.
"Go on mate, read it in private" said Ron.
"But what if it's a curse?" Harry asked, nervously.
"Well, the person must've had a pretty long job ahead of them because they seemed to have written a book" Hermione said, grinning. "Just read it in private"
Harry nodded. He snatched up his bag, gave Cho a swift kiss, and then proceeded towards the North Tower. His first lesson was Divination. He proceeded up the marble stairs, while unrolling the scroll. He felt like he was reading his fathers message again, which he had completely ignored. He began to read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I know you're probably a bit surprised to receive mail because I've only just heard that you hardly receive any. That's all about to change soon enough, but I-we cant explain that now. This letter might get intercepted from our hiding place. Dumbledore has already told you about the Orbs of the Phoenix, and there should be no doubt in your mind that Voldemort (Yeah, we use his name) is after them. He has been after them for a long time, and thanks to you, he has to try much much harder. Dumbledore and Professor Kevin told us that you stopped that kid.Kevin was his name, from getting into the castle with a Dementor. That's great. And also, that boy's name isn't Kevin at all. It's a trick, we've just discovered. His name is actually Jack. Weird, eh? I know your probably wondering who this is that's writing to you, and who this is that has contact with Kevin and Dumbledore, but trust me, I know you've scrolled down to see if there was a name on here, but there isn't. We aren't allowed to say who we are.strict orders from Dumbledore just in case this owl is intercepted.don't worry. You don't have to be alarmed about this letter. I just thought I'd write.and someone else.suggested that I shouldn't but I couldn't resist the urge. After all, you are the Famous Harry Potter.
The letter ended right there, and left Harry with his mouth hanging open. Who was it that had written this letter? They sounded as though they had direct contact with Dumbledore. He thought he should take the letter up to Sirius, who was in Dumbledores office, but figured he shouldn't. He reached the top of the north tower, and saw the stepladder, which was closed. He sat down on the floor, and continued to think. Who would even consider writing him a letter, but not put their name on it?
Harry sighed. The booming bell sounded throughout the castle, and minutes later, voices and footsteps were heard. Ron came up the stairs, and looked as though he had just run there.
"We're.in Firenzes' room today" he panted.
Harry nodded. Harry followed Ron down to the first floor and into the classroom that Firenze occupied. The class resembled a silent spot in the Dark Forest, with a clear opening above.
"So, what was the letter about?" Ron asked, as they sat down upon the grass.
"Oh.it was from.well, I don't know who it was from, but it's about Kevin" Harry said, taking out his copy of "The Future becomes clear" by Julard Heresy. He took out the letter, and handed it to Ron, who began reading it as though it were some prized possession. When Ron had finished, his reaction was exactly how Harry had predicted.
"This can't mean.It doesn't.You-Know-Who has a son?" Ron asked, his voice dropping to an anxious whisper, and he moved closer to Harry. Harry nodded, and looked up as the Half-Horse, Half-Human Firenze entered the room. He had blonde hair, and Blue eyes. Lavender and Parvati giggled when he entered.
"Good morning class" Firenze said, as he walked to the front of the class. "As you will notice, you are re-located down here because your teacher, Professor Trelawney has taken ill" he continued.
Lavender and Parvati gasped. "Is she going to be ok?" Lavender asked.
"Yes. She has just a minor cold. Now, let us move on to the study of the stars. I am aware that Professor Trelawney has assigned you all star charts, which tell how your partners mood and behavior will change in the coming month. As pointless as this seems, I am not going to stray away from your current teachers' assignments. Please find your partners, and continue your assignment"
Harry took out the star chart he was supposed to be filling in on Ron. It was blank. Harry had not even found the heart to do this assignment. He found Professor Trelawney's class unnecessary, and wondered why on earth he was still forced to take it. Ron frowned as he took out his own chart that he was supposed to be filling in on Harry.
"Sorry mate, but I didn't even start it" Ron said.
"Oh, well, I didn't complete yours either. I guess we can start them now," Harry suggested, opening his book to chapter twenty-seven "The Stars and Humans Moods".
The lesson took practically then entire period and the only thing Harry and Ron had managed to write on their charts was "April". They found it too difficult so they abandoned it. When the booming bell sounded, they both headed to Defense against the Dark Arts. Hermione met them in front of the classroom door, and looked as though she were hiding something.
"What's up?" Ron asked, sounding skeptical.
"Um."
"Hermione. What are you hiding?"
"Nothing.I'm."
"Hey Potter!" came a more than happy voice from over the crowd near the front of Professor Kevin's classroom. It was Pansy. "Are you feeling ok? You're not going to start complaining about the false scar on your forehead?"
"What.Hermione, hand it over!" Harry snapped. Hermione resentfully handed the Daily Prophet over, as Harry unfolded it, and found himself staring at a large blinking photograph of himself. He began to read the article aloud.
Harry Potter and the Scar that does
Not Exist
Harry Potter, a boy like no other perhaps, has found himself yet tangled in another web of lies, which Albus Dumbledore himself has failed to see. As the public so widely knows, over thirteen years ago, Harry Potter was the
cause of You-Know-Who's downfall. However, the public, the Ministry of Magic, as well as Albus Dumbledore witnessed the return of the Dark Lord last June, and everyone is beginning to wonder whether or not the scar that
was left upon Harry Potters' forehead is real or false? "I think Albus Dumbledore planted that scar there," said a local pub owner. She has refrained from giving us her identity. "He's a great wizard, and
who knows, maybe he learned how to make scars" Harry Potter or the Boy-Who-Lived currently attends Hogwarts School, where
many students are alarmed about the so-called Scar on his forehead. "Potter is lying," said Vincent Crabbe, a sixth year student. "He's always
making up stories about Dementors, and everyone also thinks he murdered
Cedric Diggory two years ago" Cedric Diggory, the deceased son of Amos Diggory competed in the Triwizard Tournament over two years ago, in which Potter himself was entered which
was against the rules. During the night of the third and final task, Diggory was allegedly murdered mysteriously, and Harry Potters' proof at
that time was shaky. "He was murdered by Lord-You-Know-Who". However, even with the return of
the Dark Lord, evidence still proves against Potter that the Dark Lord murdered Cedric Diggory. The Public still remains concerned that Potters' obsession with wild stories, and strange hallucinations continue to lead
him toward the hopes that the scar on his forehead can cause people to
believe anything he says. Albus Dumbledore had better speak up soon; or
else he could find himself in more trouble than even he can predict.
Pansy and her gang laughed even louder now, having heard Harry read the article. Anger inside him had surfaced to an all time high, and he had reached the end of holding it back.
"So, is it true Potter?" Pansy asked. "Is that scar even real?"
Before Harry had time to even catch himself, he took out his wand, pointed it at Pansy and shrieked "Densaugeo". A blast of white light struck Pansy, who's teeth began to enlarge at an alarming rate. Harry felt all the anger inside him pushing to become released. He did not want to stop, with just enlarging her teeth. He wanted to kill her.
"Harry!" Ron shouted, grabbing hold of Harry's arm. Something inside Harry rose up so quickly, that it felt like a speeding train. Harry turned around and punched Ron squarely across the face. Harry saw a trickle of Blood slid down from Ron's lip. Harry didn't care. He was upset. He was angry.
Ron stared stonily back at Harry. Harry was unaware of the others staring at them, some trying to help Pansy. Hermione was breathing rather hard, and Neville was on the verge of collapsing. Professor Kevin entered the room, unaware of what had just happened.
"What is going on here?" he asked, his eyes sweeping the class.
"Potter attacked Pansy, and Weasley Professor!" Crabbe said.
"What.Potter.someone take Ms. Parkinson and Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing.Potter! Straight to Professor Dumbledores' office, now!" Professor Kevin said sharply.
"I'll take him," Hermione said, as she reached for Harrys' bag. The anger that surfaced inside Harry rose again and he snatched his bag from her.
"I can do myself" he snapped, as he walked out of the room without looking back.
Harry walked up the marble staircase towards the second floor, and down the long hallway to the stone gargoyle which guarded Dumbledore's office. Harry was fuming. Now he had to try and figure out the password, and it was going to get him much angrier if he didn't get it correct. He said the same words Professor McGonagall said the night he and the others brought Dolores Umbridge back to the castle. It worked. The Gargoyle sprang to life, and jumped aside, revealing the spiral staircase to Dumbledore's office. He reached the handle and opened the door into the office.