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I am sorry that it has been so long, I have been in hospital for a while – no computer, lots of doctors (those muggle nutters that cut people up lol). They put a stupid needle in my hand so I couldn't even write a rough copy!!
Tome of Merketh chapter 9:
Harry stood dazedly in front of the Christmas tree, watching the house elves dismantling it. The baubles that change colour according to the person looking at them were all black.
It was the last day of the holidays. Every day had been spent in pretty much the same way:
get up spend morning at opposite side of the house to Ron eat lunch Weasleys go to visit Ginny spend afternoon with Sirius and maybe Bill go to bed early to avoid Ron
Ginny was still in the same condition. Harry took a little comfort in the fact that she had not got any worse. Harry had tried to talk to Ron, but found him unreceptive. The others had apparently decided not to interfere – either that or they hadn't noticed, Harry wasn't sure.
Either way the time for Harry to read the tome had arrived. Harry walked slowly up to his bedroom to finish packing before going to bed. He stopped in the doorway, as he saw Ron in there packing his own trunk. Harry made to turn away but stopped – why should he be chased out of his own bedroom by Ron?
He walked purposefully in and opened his trunk. Harry began to pile clothes into his trunk. Ron tensed but had made no other sign that he noticed his friend enter. Harry snapped.
"Ron, for God's sake, look at me! It's me Harry! I love Ginny and would never Ever hurt her. Bill said that Voldemort was after him and your parents. It had nothing to do with me!"
Ron spun around "you're supposed to kill Voldemort, but you ran away. You were too cowardly to take the power to kill him. If you hadn't been hiding here you could've stopped it!"
"No I couldn't! when I get the power, it'll take me weeks- maybe months to train. I couldn't have stopped him."
"Fine! But – but" Ron was struggling to find an argument and burst forth "The only reason that he came back to power is you! It was all your fault – you bought him back! Your blood!" Harry stood there, rooted to the spot in horror.
Harry had stopped believing that a long time ago, he knew it wasn't true – but to hear it from Ron.
As soon as Harry regained his senses he pointed towards the door in a voice that shook with fury he said "Get out. Now. You're not welcome here any more."
Ron banged his trunk closed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Harry sank to the floor – how DARE he say that. The little – a variety of nasty insults flew into Harry's mind, but his anger faded as quickly as the horror had. How had it come to this? Ron was behaving like a different person? Ron's reaction was beginning to throw in doubt – perhaps Harry was – as he occasionally suspected in more depressed moments – the one to blame.
Harry got into bed and fell into an uneasy sleep whereby he dreamt he was on trial for everything Ron had accused him of. He was sentenced to the dementors Kiss! Harry awoke with a yell and got out of bed.
The first rays of sunlight were peaking into his room. he got dressed and walked downstairs. Ron was asleep on the sofa in the living room. harry passed the room and walked quietly into the kitchen. The house elves greeted him politely, he asked for cereal. And sat down at the table.
Sirius came into the Room not long after. He also grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. "Why are you up so early?" Harry asked astonished
"I couldn't be bothered to pack last night – decided get up early instead."
"Oh."
"Harry are you ok?"
"What?" Harry answered in confusion
"We all heard your little argument. Shook the whole house."
"Yeah. well…" Harry looked away.
"Molly was furious – we knew you weren't getting on – but nobody knew it was that bad."
"Do the others, the other Weasleys"- Sirius cut him off
"NO. they don't, nor does Ron. His only sister is in a coma and there is nothing he can do about it. He is angry and taking it out on you. Deep down he knows it's not your fault."
Very deep down" Harry muttered
"Harry, give him time. Molly and Arthur had a talk with him, I don't know exactly what the outcome was as I went up to check on you – you were asleep."
"I was tired."
"Are you all packed?" Sirius asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah."
"Then let's go early. The others can come whenever. Molly and Arthur are going to look after the place while we're away."
"Ok."
The two of them flooed back to school. Harry found a note on his bed from Dumbledore asking him to meet at his office at three o' Clock in the afternoon.
At three O' clock Harry walked to Dumbledores office. He passes the other students arriving but ignored them – steeling himself for what he was going to do.
In the office was Dumbledore, Sirius and Lupin. "Ready Harry?"
Harry nodded.
Dumbledore locked the office door and handed the book to Harry. Harry began to read from where he had left off.
Through the screams of pain, Harry fought. He forced himself to continue, to turn each page. Harry read the last word. The book became warm to the touch. Harry felt the electricity – like feeling charge up his arms towards his chest. The hot feeling collected there. Harry breathed in shallowly. His chest felt too full to inhale completely. Harry blacked out.
He awoke, hearing his name being called by the two Marauders and Dumbledore.
He groaned and sat up.
"How do you feel?" Remus asked
Harry felt fine. No better than fine. It was like there was this roaring furnace of power within him, that was completely under tight control. Harry was powerful – strong. He knew it.
Harry smiled up at the concerned faces and they collectively sighed in relief. Harry stood up. "How long was I unconscious?" Harry asked
"Almost ten minuted. The glow between you and the book kept going for ages." Sirius said
"Where is the book?"
Dumbledore indicated a little pile of ash beside Harry.
"Ah."
Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully "I would like you to attempt a spell. Something simple."
"Like levitation?"
"Exactly."
Harry reached into his pocket." Without your wand." Dumbledore added
Harry looked atone of the quills on Dumbledore's desk. "Wingerdium leviosa." He said.
Nothing happened. The fire painlessly licked at his insides. Perhaps he didn't need an incantation. Harry stared at the quill. He pictured it floating high in the room. still nothing happened. His annoyance caused a slight change in the fory ball of power.
He had to direct the power at the quill, force it to obay his will. Harry focused. He directed the power behind his desire for the quill to float. Reflexively, Harry raised his hand, it was as though an invisible force shot out of it.
The quill shuddered and rose from the desk. Harry watched carefully as it got higher and higher. He then lowered his hand and simple willed the quill to stay in the air. Eventually, Harry's concentration died and the quill landed back on the desk.
The three adults, who had been still and silent smiled encouragingly.
"Well done." Dumbledore said in approval "are you tired?"
"No I'm ok. I just got bored of hovering the quill."
"alright. Every other night you will come here for training, firstly in the basics if wandless magic, then, in some advanced defence training."
Harry turned towards the door. "Can I go now?"
"just one more thing, if you don't mind?"
"What?" Harry asked
"There was the possibility that the power could increase your strength. Do you think it has?"
Harry considered. He stepped over to a box full of books, that he knew he would never be able to carry alone. He bent his knees and grasped the box on each side. As he straightened and lifted the box easily, almost dropping it in surprise, he nodded. "yeah. definitely stronger."
"right. See you here tomorrow." Harry left the office, Siuius close on his heels.
"I will now be sleeping in your dorm. Any emotional crises like last night could cause a problem until you have full control over your powers. You'll just have to tolerate a bodyguard I'm afraid."
"Even in class?"
"No, there are other adults around when you are in class, keep you, or to be more accurate little gits like Malfoy, safe.
"Oookay" was the only response Harry could manage.
A/N finally, he has the power! Unfortunately, it could be a week or so before I update. Summer holiday!! On another note I am having serious writers block on one of my other fics, 'Muggle Experience', if anyone wants to adopt it, let me know in a review with your e – mail address.
Thank you for all reviews!!!
I am sorry that it has been so long, I have been in hospital for a while – no computer, lots of doctors (those muggle nutters that cut people up lol). They put a stupid needle in my hand so I couldn't even write a rough copy!!
Tome of Merketh chapter 9:
Harry stood dazedly in front of the Christmas tree, watching the house elves dismantling it. The baubles that change colour according to the person looking at them were all black.
It was the last day of the holidays. Every day had been spent in pretty much the same way:
get up spend morning at opposite side of the house to Ron eat lunch Weasleys go to visit Ginny spend afternoon with Sirius and maybe Bill go to bed early to avoid Ron
Ginny was still in the same condition. Harry took a little comfort in the fact that she had not got any worse. Harry had tried to talk to Ron, but found him unreceptive. The others had apparently decided not to interfere – either that or they hadn't noticed, Harry wasn't sure.
Either way the time for Harry to read the tome had arrived. Harry walked slowly up to his bedroom to finish packing before going to bed. He stopped in the doorway, as he saw Ron in there packing his own trunk. Harry made to turn away but stopped – why should he be chased out of his own bedroom by Ron?
He walked purposefully in and opened his trunk. Harry began to pile clothes into his trunk. Ron tensed but had made no other sign that he noticed his friend enter. Harry snapped.
"Ron, for God's sake, look at me! It's me Harry! I love Ginny and would never Ever hurt her. Bill said that Voldemort was after him and your parents. It had nothing to do with me!"
Ron spun around "you're supposed to kill Voldemort, but you ran away. You were too cowardly to take the power to kill him. If you hadn't been hiding here you could've stopped it!"
"No I couldn't! when I get the power, it'll take me weeks- maybe months to train. I couldn't have stopped him."
"Fine! But – but" Ron was struggling to find an argument and burst forth "The only reason that he came back to power is you! It was all your fault – you bought him back! Your blood!" Harry stood there, rooted to the spot in horror.
Harry had stopped believing that a long time ago, he knew it wasn't true – but to hear it from Ron.
As soon as Harry regained his senses he pointed towards the door in a voice that shook with fury he said "Get out. Now. You're not welcome here any more."
Ron banged his trunk closed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Harry sank to the floor – how DARE he say that. The little – a variety of nasty insults flew into Harry's mind, but his anger faded as quickly as the horror had. How had it come to this? Ron was behaving like a different person? Ron's reaction was beginning to throw in doubt – perhaps Harry was – as he occasionally suspected in more depressed moments – the one to blame.
Harry got into bed and fell into an uneasy sleep whereby he dreamt he was on trial for everything Ron had accused him of. He was sentenced to the dementors Kiss! Harry awoke with a yell and got out of bed.
The first rays of sunlight were peaking into his room. he got dressed and walked downstairs. Ron was asleep on the sofa in the living room. harry passed the room and walked quietly into the kitchen. The house elves greeted him politely, he asked for cereal. And sat down at the table.
Sirius came into the Room not long after. He also grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. "Why are you up so early?" Harry asked astonished
"I couldn't be bothered to pack last night – decided get up early instead."
"Oh."
"Harry are you ok?"
"What?" Harry answered in confusion
"We all heard your little argument. Shook the whole house."
"Yeah. well…" Harry looked away.
"Molly was furious – we knew you weren't getting on – but nobody knew it was that bad."
"Do the others, the other Weasleys"- Sirius cut him off
"NO. they don't, nor does Ron. His only sister is in a coma and there is nothing he can do about it. He is angry and taking it out on you. Deep down he knows it's not your fault."
Very deep down" Harry muttered
"Harry, give him time. Molly and Arthur had a talk with him, I don't know exactly what the outcome was as I went up to check on you – you were asleep."
"I was tired."
"Are you all packed?" Sirius asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah."
"Then let's go early. The others can come whenever. Molly and Arthur are going to look after the place while we're away."
"Ok."
The two of them flooed back to school. Harry found a note on his bed from Dumbledore asking him to meet at his office at three o' Clock in the afternoon.
At three O' clock Harry walked to Dumbledores office. He passes the other students arriving but ignored them – steeling himself for what he was going to do.
In the office was Dumbledore, Sirius and Lupin. "Ready Harry?"
Harry nodded.
Dumbledore locked the office door and handed the book to Harry. Harry began to read from where he had left off.
Through the screams of pain, Harry fought. He forced himself to continue, to turn each page. Harry read the last word. The book became warm to the touch. Harry felt the electricity – like feeling charge up his arms towards his chest. The hot feeling collected there. Harry breathed in shallowly. His chest felt too full to inhale completely. Harry blacked out.
He awoke, hearing his name being called by the two Marauders and Dumbledore.
He groaned and sat up.
"How do you feel?" Remus asked
Harry felt fine. No better than fine. It was like there was this roaring furnace of power within him, that was completely under tight control. Harry was powerful – strong. He knew it.
Harry smiled up at the concerned faces and they collectively sighed in relief. Harry stood up. "How long was I unconscious?" Harry asked
"Almost ten minuted. The glow between you and the book kept going for ages." Sirius said
"Where is the book?"
Dumbledore indicated a little pile of ash beside Harry.
"Ah."
Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully "I would like you to attempt a spell. Something simple."
"Like levitation?"
"Exactly."
Harry reached into his pocket." Without your wand." Dumbledore added
Harry looked atone of the quills on Dumbledore's desk. "Wingerdium leviosa." He said.
Nothing happened. The fire painlessly licked at his insides. Perhaps he didn't need an incantation. Harry stared at the quill. He pictured it floating high in the room. still nothing happened. His annoyance caused a slight change in the fory ball of power.
He had to direct the power at the quill, force it to obay his will. Harry focused. He directed the power behind his desire for the quill to float. Reflexively, Harry raised his hand, it was as though an invisible force shot out of it.
The quill shuddered and rose from the desk. Harry watched carefully as it got higher and higher. He then lowered his hand and simple willed the quill to stay in the air. Eventually, Harry's concentration died and the quill landed back on the desk.
The three adults, who had been still and silent smiled encouragingly.
"Well done." Dumbledore said in approval "are you tired?"
"No I'm ok. I just got bored of hovering the quill."
"alright. Every other night you will come here for training, firstly in the basics if wandless magic, then, in some advanced defence training."
Harry turned towards the door. "Can I go now?"
"just one more thing, if you don't mind?"
"What?" Harry asked
"There was the possibility that the power could increase your strength. Do you think it has?"
Harry considered. He stepped over to a box full of books, that he knew he would never be able to carry alone. He bent his knees and grasped the box on each side. As he straightened and lifted the box easily, almost dropping it in surprise, he nodded. "yeah. definitely stronger."
"right. See you here tomorrow." Harry left the office, Siuius close on his heels.
"I will now be sleeping in your dorm. Any emotional crises like last night could cause a problem until you have full control over your powers. You'll just have to tolerate a bodyguard I'm afraid."
"Even in class?"
"No, there are other adults around when you are in class, keep you, or to be more accurate little gits like Malfoy, safe.
"Oookay" was the only response Harry could manage.
A/N finally, he has the power! Unfortunately, it could be a week or so before I update. Summer holiday!! On another note I am having serious writers block on one of my other fics, 'Muggle Experience', if anyone wants to adopt it, let me know in a review with your e – mail address.