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THE TOME OF MERKETH CHAPTER 5
The weeks slipped by at Hogwarts. The first quidditch match of the season was played, Griffindor beating Hufflepuff. This was good as almost the entire team was new that year.
Harry had heard no more from Dumbledore about the book, until that morning that is. He was sitting in the great hall with his friends when the post owls brought a letter for Harry.
Mr Potter,
I have interpreted the writings and would like you to meet in my office after breakfast to discuss it.
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione and Ron read the letter over Harry's shoulder. "what about class?" Hermione asked, infuriated.
"It's the last day of term Hermione. I doubt it will ruin Harry's chances of getting good NEWT results."
Harry put his fork down. "I'm done. Tell Hagrid where I am please."
"Course."
The three friends made eye- contact briefly. Hermione (now informed about the book) and Ron had been relieved that Dumbledore didn't seem to be going anywhere with his brilliant plan. Perhaps he had decided that after all, it was too dangerous for Harry.
This letter spoke otherwise. The unspoken message being passed between them was one of anger and fear. Harry got up and left the hall. Sirius was waiting for Harry outside. Sirius had not mentioned the plan to Harry since that night in the chamber of secrets, unwilling to discuss what could happen, something harry was glad to go along with.
The two of them walked side by side to Dumbledore's office, not exchanging a single word. Lupin, Snape and Fletcher were already gathered there, Dumbledore sitting at his desk, smiling benignly.
"Ah. Now that we are all here. We can begin." Dumbledore said, offering Harry and his guardian a seat.
"I have been reading the words of Slytherin, and can now tell you that, with this incantation, Harry will not die as a result of the power leaving him."
Everyone else in the room visibly relaxed, except Harry, who could sense a 'but' coming.
"but, there may be other effects. For example, the could be weakened greatly by the loss of the power. Another possible residual effect is that too much power could leave him, making him a squib."
"Stop talking like I'm not here!" Harry burst out "This is my future you are discussing!"
"Sorry Harry." Dumbledore said genuinely "on the other hand, you may find that the protection spell will take away all effects of the power leaving."
"How likely is that?" Sirius asked
"nothing like this has occurred in the wizarding world for centuries, I cannot honestly say."
"Harry, I believe now is the time for you to take the power. I will cast Slytherin's spell on you first." Dumbledore raised his wand.
"Wait! Don't I even get a choice?!" Harry burst out.
"I am afraid if you want our side to be victorious it is what you must do. It is the best chance for our world to survive."
Harry looked into the twinkling blue eyes, gazing at him firmly. Sirius and the others were feeling a variety of emotions but were not going to disagree with Dumbledore. Harry blocked them out of his mind. "Cast the protection spell"
Albus raised his wand and began to chant. Harry felt tingly all over and a bit dizzy. He fell to the floor as Dumbledore continued the spell.
Eventually it came to an end. Sirius helped Harry back up. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah. Where's the book?"
Dumbledore handed the box to Harry.
He lifted it out carefully. The power radiating from it was incredible. Harry opened it and began to read aloud from it. There were screams echoing inside his head. He saw innocent people dying as Merketh stole their power.
As Harry turned the pages and read, the screams intensified. He felt the pain that they suffered. With a cry of agony he dropped the book and stumbled from the office, leaving the book unfinished, none of the power released.
There were voices calling his name, Harry didn't care, he continued to run and run, out the castle into the grounds. He ran past the lake and towards the forest. The minutes ticked by. Harry sprinted past the trees, legs aching. Eventually, one of his feet caught on a gnarled tree root, and he slammed into the ground, breathing harshly.
For over an hour he lay there on the damp ground. The screams quieted and the visions and pain stopped. Harry's ankle was badly twisted and he was bleeding from several cuts and grazes caused by the fall. His temple had hit a stone and he held a hand to it as he continued to lie on the floor.
Dimly he thought that he should probably go back to the school, but that would mean having to talk to Dumbledore, so he didn't. A dog barked in the distance. There were sounds of people moving through the trees.
'Bugger' Harry thought as a large black dog emerged from behind a bush. He barked again and transformed back into Sirius. He dropped to his knees at Harry's side looking terrified.
"What happened?"
Harry sat up. Hand still clasped firmly over his temple, the other on his injured ankle. "I fell." Harry said dryly.
Dumbledore and Remus appeared, looking relieved at finding Harry.
"Can you stand?" Sirius asked
"No. My ankle."
Sirius lifted Harry (much to Harry's embarrassment - he would have preferred simply to lean on Sirius for support) ant the three of them wandered silently back up to the castle.
Sirius laid Harry on a bed in the hospital wing "This brings back memories" he muttered with a shudder "At least this time you're not badly hurt."
Pomfrey approached and sighed at the sight of Harry. She began examining him.
"What were you thinking?" Dumbledore asked, looking angry "Why did you run?"
"The book! I could feel the pain, and see the deaths of Merketh's victims. I can't read it! It's evil!"
"Harry, we've been over this. There is no choice."
"you just aren't prepared to consider the alternatives!"
"I have. This is our best chance. Anything could have happened in the forest! Voldemort can take you from there, send demons after you! Next term you are to sit three detentions!"
Pomfrey stepped in "Albus! This boy is suffering from a concussion and a sprained ankle. Shout at him tomorrow!"
The headmaster shot a disappointed look at Harry and left the hospital wing. Pomfrey gave Harry a potion for his head, ordered him to relax, and began rubbing something on his ankle.
Sirius and Remus looked at Harry. "Can we go home tomorrow Padfoot?" Harry asked him
"Yes. Look Harry, Albus is only doing what he thinks is best."
"I understand that I need to do this. That the wizarding world is more important than me. I can't see anymore of my friends die. Please understand though, I don't want to do this. That book is evil, the power doesn't want me to have it! It also means that I have to - to see Voldemort again."
Sirius finally understood. He and Remus stayed with Harry until Ron, Hermione and Ginny came in.
Harry told them what happened. The three of them looked horrified about what happened. They all told Harry in no uncertain terms that it was his decision. Ron and Hermione left.
Harry wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and they talked until the sky got dark. Harry had reached a decision. After the holiday he would do what was necessary. Just a couple of weeks alone with his godfather to mentally prepare for the battle and then he would go. Avenge his parents.
THE TOME OF MERKETH CHAPTER 5
The weeks slipped by at Hogwarts. The first quidditch match of the season was played, Griffindor beating Hufflepuff. This was good as almost the entire team was new that year.
Harry had heard no more from Dumbledore about the book, until that morning that is. He was sitting in the great hall with his friends when the post owls brought a letter for Harry.
Mr Potter,
I have interpreted the writings and would like you to meet in my office after breakfast to discuss it.
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione and Ron read the letter over Harry's shoulder. "what about class?" Hermione asked, infuriated.
"It's the last day of term Hermione. I doubt it will ruin Harry's chances of getting good NEWT results."
Harry put his fork down. "I'm done. Tell Hagrid where I am please."
"Course."
The three friends made eye- contact briefly. Hermione (now informed about the book) and Ron had been relieved that Dumbledore didn't seem to be going anywhere with his brilliant plan. Perhaps he had decided that after all, it was too dangerous for Harry.
This letter spoke otherwise. The unspoken message being passed between them was one of anger and fear. Harry got up and left the hall. Sirius was waiting for Harry outside. Sirius had not mentioned the plan to Harry since that night in the chamber of secrets, unwilling to discuss what could happen, something harry was glad to go along with.
The two of them walked side by side to Dumbledore's office, not exchanging a single word. Lupin, Snape and Fletcher were already gathered there, Dumbledore sitting at his desk, smiling benignly.
"Ah. Now that we are all here. We can begin." Dumbledore said, offering Harry and his guardian a seat.
"I have been reading the words of Slytherin, and can now tell you that, with this incantation, Harry will not die as a result of the power leaving him."
Everyone else in the room visibly relaxed, except Harry, who could sense a 'but' coming.
"but, there may be other effects. For example, the could be weakened greatly by the loss of the power. Another possible residual effect is that too much power could leave him, making him a squib."
"Stop talking like I'm not here!" Harry burst out "This is my future you are discussing!"
"Sorry Harry." Dumbledore said genuinely "on the other hand, you may find that the protection spell will take away all effects of the power leaving."
"How likely is that?" Sirius asked
"nothing like this has occurred in the wizarding world for centuries, I cannot honestly say."
"Harry, I believe now is the time for you to take the power. I will cast Slytherin's spell on you first." Dumbledore raised his wand.
"Wait! Don't I even get a choice?!" Harry burst out.
"I am afraid if you want our side to be victorious it is what you must do. It is the best chance for our world to survive."
Harry looked into the twinkling blue eyes, gazing at him firmly. Sirius and the others were feeling a variety of emotions but were not going to disagree with Dumbledore. Harry blocked them out of his mind. "Cast the protection spell"
Albus raised his wand and began to chant. Harry felt tingly all over and a bit dizzy. He fell to the floor as Dumbledore continued the spell.
Eventually it came to an end. Sirius helped Harry back up. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah. Where's the book?"
Dumbledore handed the box to Harry.
He lifted it out carefully. The power radiating from it was incredible. Harry opened it and began to read aloud from it. There were screams echoing inside his head. He saw innocent people dying as Merketh stole their power.
As Harry turned the pages and read, the screams intensified. He felt the pain that they suffered. With a cry of agony he dropped the book and stumbled from the office, leaving the book unfinished, none of the power released.
There were voices calling his name, Harry didn't care, he continued to run and run, out the castle into the grounds. He ran past the lake and towards the forest. The minutes ticked by. Harry sprinted past the trees, legs aching. Eventually, one of his feet caught on a gnarled tree root, and he slammed into the ground, breathing harshly.
For over an hour he lay there on the damp ground. The screams quieted and the visions and pain stopped. Harry's ankle was badly twisted and he was bleeding from several cuts and grazes caused by the fall. His temple had hit a stone and he held a hand to it as he continued to lie on the floor.
Dimly he thought that he should probably go back to the school, but that would mean having to talk to Dumbledore, so he didn't. A dog barked in the distance. There were sounds of people moving through the trees.
'Bugger' Harry thought as a large black dog emerged from behind a bush. He barked again and transformed back into Sirius. He dropped to his knees at Harry's side looking terrified.
"What happened?"
Harry sat up. Hand still clasped firmly over his temple, the other on his injured ankle. "I fell." Harry said dryly.
Dumbledore and Remus appeared, looking relieved at finding Harry.
"Can you stand?" Sirius asked
"No. My ankle."
Sirius lifted Harry (much to Harry's embarrassment - he would have preferred simply to lean on Sirius for support) ant the three of them wandered silently back up to the castle.
Sirius laid Harry on a bed in the hospital wing "This brings back memories" he muttered with a shudder "At least this time you're not badly hurt."
Pomfrey approached and sighed at the sight of Harry. She began examining him.
"What were you thinking?" Dumbledore asked, looking angry "Why did you run?"
"The book! I could feel the pain, and see the deaths of Merketh's victims. I can't read it! It's evil!"
"Harry, we've been over this. There is no choice."
"you just aren't prepared to consider the alternatives!"
"I have. This is our best chance. Anything could have happened in the forest! Voldemort can take you from there, send demons after you! Next term you are to sit three detentions!"
Pomfrey stepped in "Albus! This boy is suffering from a concussion and a sprained ankle. Shout at him tomorrow!"
The headmaster shot a disappointed look at Harry and left the hospital wing. Pomfrey gave Harry a potion for his head, ordered him to relax, and began rubbing something on his ankle.
Sirius and Remus looked at Harry. "Can we go home tomorrow Padfoot?" Harry asked him
"Yes. Look Harry, Albus is only doing what he thinks is best."
"I understand that I need to do this. That the wizarding world is more important than me. I can't see anymore of my friends die. Please understand though, I don't want to do this. That book is evil, the power doesn't want me to have it! It also means that I have to - to see Voldemort again."
Sirius finally understood. He and Remus stayed with Harry until Ron, Hermione and Ginny came in.
Harry told them what happened. The three of them looked horrified about what happened. They all told Harry in no uncertain terms that it was his decision. Ron and Hermione left.
Harry wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and they talked until the sky got dark. Harry had reached a decision. After the holiday he would do what was necessary. Just a couple of weeks alone with his godfather to mentally prepare for the battle and then he would go. Avenge his parents.