Chapter 6
History of the Oracle
"WHAT!?!" Ron yelled. Ron ran to the boy's dormitories, into the bathroom, in front a mirror. Sure enough, there was no pupil or hazel coloring that he had before, but instead silver, pure silver (if anyone watches Charmed, picture the Seer's eyes). "Can you see?" Hermione asked bewildered. "Yes, perfectly!" "Well, what's wrong," suddenly, Ron was pushed back by some force; he became dizzy and closed his eyes. A headache came on fast, he heard in the back of his mind *What's wrong with him*. He opened his eyes and was looking straight at the skeleton of Hermione and Harry. He widened his eyes to maybe, either, get a better look, or just out of surprise. Around Hermione's skeleton (which Ron figured to be Hermione's because of the small features) he saw a bright light, it was blue! Around Harry's content there was a blinding gold light, and as he looked at Harry longer another voice came in his head, *What should I do to help him*, Ron shook his head and tightly closed his eyes again. Only after a few seconds, the voices stopped and he opened his eyes to find him being gawked at by Harry and Hermione. "What happened?" Harry inquired. "Um... I got to go," Ron dashed out of the room running, running, not looking up at anyone he passed for fear that people might scream from seeing his eyeless criteria.
He knew where he was going this time; he felt the presence of the room that he so dreaded now. Panting, sweating, pale as a ghost he ran into the room and immediately touched the book, without thinking. Everything happened the same, once again. When it all stopped, he found his body there once more; tears came back, as they should if you see yourself dead. He ran into the other room where he, for a second time, found the 10 old men, but this time they were hovering over something instead of bowing before him. "Help!" he cried. Everyone turned around, startled at the abrupt yipe. "Master... what do you need?" the one with the long beard looked at him kindly as he lowered his head respectively. "I... I..." he was still panting, "Master, we know of what you saw and no need to worry. The light that you seen about the wise one, Granger, is blue because of her distrust in what is becoming of you. The light that overcomes Potter's exterior is the trust, love, and patience that enkindles him." "Wait! Why doesn't she trust me?" "She may be wise, Master, but she has no idea of what you are." Ron then noticed what they had been crouching over. It was she! The Oracle, she still had her eyes closed, Ron didn't think it was because she was blind. "What's going on?" he asked staring at her, transfixed. Her long, colorless hair reached the floor and wrapped around the legs of the chair. Her pale lips looked as if they haven't been opened in ages. Ron knelt, yet he didn't know why, just a sudden urge pulled him down in front of her. The elder men did as he did and started humming a weird tune. Ron then asked, "Tell me what makes her like this." "The Oracle is older than any wizard, than all worlds, then the universe. She has powers greater than yours, although she has given you a close amount..." "What are her powers?" "You asked why she never opened her eyes, well, if she did terrible things would happen. She can see exactly *who* you are, she can tell if there is trust, love, humility, courage... every virtue, every thought about you. BUT if she sees any fear, hate, doubt, anything that is wrong you, you will die a most terrible death. No one knows how she kills you, but we just know she does," there was a pause before he went on, "She chooses those who can handle powers, those whose fear will detain when they possess them, those who have no doubt about what they say or do," he looked at Ron benevolently, "You are the first and only one she has chosen." Ron smiled and then edged closer to the white fairy, he pressed his lips on her hand and he could have sworn he saw a faint smirk.
(To Hermione a Harry:)
"Harry, what if Dumbledore's wrong? What if Ron's 'power' is something from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" "Wouldn't he have killed me already, Hermione?" he rolled his eyes, "I just don't think you should let your guard down around him."
(Back with Ron:)
"What about my eyes? They scare everyone!" Ron protested as he walked to the room with the book. "You should not get rid of that," when the old man, the only who talked to him, walked into the room with the book his beard disappeared, his wrinkles became smooth, and his white hair became a beautiful gold. "That's how you can see who people are and what they're really thinking," he went on. "What happened to you?" "Oh, this?" the man asked as he looked down at his adolescent body. "The book returns life to all who may lost it," noticing Ron was still confused he explained, "In that room," he pointed to the one with the candles, "It keeps us secret, safe, and dead to the world. The book returns youth to make us feel alive." Ron just agreed, tired of learning new things, tired from racking his brain with new details. "Wait! What can I call you?" "When I lived in the world, people called me Granite." "Granite, ok." He looked down at his body again, "How do I..." Granite must of known that Ron didn't know how to get back because he replied, "Just touch the book," Ron placed his hand above the book, and another scene occurred. The room became bright; the book began to rise up with nothing holding it. It opened and the pages kept turning and turning, faster and faster and then, suddenly, stopped and enwrapped Ron. He was there on the floor where he had once seen a lifeless boy. The book was in its normal place, and closed. The pen that had led him to the room in the first place wasn't there though. Ron really didn't want to witness feeling those things over again so he decided to visit tomorrow. He walked out the room and went straight to Dumbledore, he had a question.
When he realized he didn't remember the password he started to picture the gargoyle moving, when he did so the gargoyle leaped out of his way willingly. He walked up the spiral staircase, knocked on Dumbledore's door, and strode in. "Welcome, Ron," even the Professor bowed at his presence. Ron shook his head and told Dumbledore that he had heard that he had said before that other children, besides he, had stumbled upon the room previously. He suggested that they put the book in a safe place in the Forbidden Forest so no one would be present to its dangers. Dumbledore thought about this and decided it would be best, "But Professor there's one thing." "And what is that?" "I don't know how to touch the book without going back to the 'other side' of the room," Dumbledore laughed under his breath, "I thought you would figure that out by now," he smiled and led Ron to back to the Mystic.
"Now, picture it floating." "What?" "Ron, you are the books commander... so command it!" "Oh, ok," Ron pictured the book trailing him, and when he did the book lifted about waist level to him and stayed close but did not touch him. "How do I make sure no one sees?" "Ron..." "Never mind!" he smiled, "I can figure it out." Ron imagined the book and himself invisible, when he opened his eyes the book was gone and so were his feet. Although, Dumbledore was looking straight at him! "Don't hide the book, until tonight, some other teachers have the gift of seeing through invisibility and won't understand you. Bring it to your room and hide it tonight," he requested.
After, Ron had brought the book to his room and left it there invisible, he then went down to the Great Hall for supper. When he walked in, everyone looked at him wide-eyed and gasped. Ron remembered about his void eyes and quickly shut them and felt his way to his seat, far away from everyone. He may of looked stupid doing so, but at least no one would get a better look at his eyes. He ate in silence, not looking at no one, but felt eyes staring him up and down. After eating a chicken wing, some macaroni, and some rice, he felt someone sit down next to him. He looked over and saw Harry, but when he looked passed Harry he saw Hermione glaring at him with a passion of concern. "Thanks," he muttered, "I won't leave you, Ron, no matter what." They looked at each other friendly and finished eating.
During supper, Ron had to tell Harry who he was, if he was meant to protect him, he had to know! It was ok to tell Harry because he listened intently and didn't scare easy about anything he said. "Ok, well I said I won't leave you for anything, but you just have to tell me everything," Ron nodded.
Although Ron was uncontrollably tired after supper, he knew he had to hide the book. At 2:11 a.m. he got out of bed, still robed, requested the book to follow and went into the common room, but before he got the portrait a cold air whipped around him. The freezing chill in the room didn't go away, he noticed in the corner a girl with long white hair, closed eyes, and pale skin. "The Oracle," he bowed his head, but was stopped as she rose his hand signaling that he needn't bow. She raised a few inches above the ground and floated towards him. She was almost nose-to- nose with him before she stopped. She forced her lips on his and didn't pull away. Ron felt the sharpest pain at the tips of his fingers, *What is she doing?* he thought. He didn't pull away not wanting to offend her, but eventually she pulled herself off. "What was that about?" he asked, half expecting an answer, but there was none. "Why won't you talk? Do you have a name?" she just stayed there floating 2 inches in front of him. Ron's fingers were still hurting so he looked at them, they were flashing from translucent air to solid. "What did you do?" still no answer. She started to float toward a wall, Ron followed. She pointed to the window and Ron looked out. She grabbed his hand and made him touch the window. Instead of feeling a cold glass behind his fingers, he felt bitter night air. "I'm... I'm... WOW!" Suddenly Ron heard a whimper coming from behind him.
He turned around suddenly, "Hermione!" "Ron, who's... who's that?" "This is..." but before he could answer the Oracle opened her eyes! A great, long beam shot from them, shooting at Hermione's body. Hermione opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Ron saw her become paler and paler, the life was being sucked out of her, "NOOO!" He screamed and stood in front of the beams. The Oracle hurriedly closed her eyes. He turned to Hermione and saw her lying there, stoned, he touched her gently and the color came back to her. She gasped and pushed herself away from him, "Why do you doubt?" Ron asked. "What?" she whispered. "This is the Oracle! SHE'D ONLY DO THAT BECAUSE OF FEAR OR DOUBT!" he yelled angrily. Somehow, no one heard him, as if he were making just Hermione hear his rather high voice. She began to cry, "Ron, don't hurt me!" "Hermione, I would never hurt you," he looked at her lovingly. "Ron! Your... Your eyes! They're back to normal." He looked into his reflection of the window and saw that they were! He looked at the Oracle and back into the reflection and they were back to silver! And again at Hermione, color flooded into his eyes. Hermione's fear vanished, she saw *him*, she saw Ron. He helped Hermione up and she hugged him tight. Ron looked at the Oracle and thanked her, for he knew that it must have been her to normalize his eyes for Hermione's sake. Ron closed his eyes and let go of Hermione. She looked behind her to see, "Where'd the girl go?" no, she wasn't there.
"I got to go, Hermione," she looked sad when Ron said this but let him go. He walked back to the window and placed his hand on the glass, but felt nothing. He pulled his whole body through. He was outside! "AHHHHHHHH!" he yelled as he realized that there was no floor beneath him. He fell, and kept falling, falling, falling ... he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. RIGHT before he hit the grass, he stopped. He opened one eye, if he would of took one more second to think he would have been smashed into the ground. He placed his hands on the dewy grass and lifted himself up. He looked upwards toward the window he had just walked through and there was Hermione with wet eyes and a bright smile. He winked at her and began toward the Forest, but before he did, he checked to see if the book was still following. No worries, it was right close to him, still at his waist barely touching.
Author's note: Ok! Well the next chapter will soon be up! Hope ya'll like it! Please review!
P.S. and Thank you, Rory-Dasiny for all of your reviews!
History of the Oracle
"WHAT!?!" Ron yelled. Ron ran to the boy's dormitories, into the bathroom, in front a mirror. Sure enough, there was no pupil or hazel coloring that he had before, but instead silver, pure silver (if anyone watches Charmed, picture the Seer's eyes). "Can you see?" Hermione asked bewildered. "Yes, perfectly!" "Well, what's wrong," suddenly, Ron was pushed back by some force; he became dizzy and closed his eyes. A headache came on fast, he heard in the back of his mind *What's wrong with him*. He opened his eyes and was looking straight at the skeleton of Hermione and Harry. He widened his eyes to maybe, either, get a better look, or just out of surprise. Around Hermione's skeleton (which Ron figured to be Hermione's because of the small features) he saw a bright light, it was blue! Around Harry's content there was a blinding gold light, and as he looked at Harry longer another voice came in his head, *What should I do to help him*, Ron shook his head and tightly closed his eyes again. Only after a few seconds, the voices stopped and he opened his eyes to find him being gawked at by Harry and Hermione. "What happened?" Harry inquired. "Um... I got to go," Ron dashed out of the room running, running, not looking up at anyone he passed for fear that people might scream from seeing his eyeless criteria.
He knew where he was going this time; he felt the presence of the room that he so dreaded now. Panting, sweating, pale as a ghost he ran into the room and immediately touched the book, without thinking. Everything happened the same, once again. When it all stopped, he found his body there once more; tears came back, as they should if you see yourself dead. He ran into the other room where he, for a second time, found the 10 old men, but this time they were hovering over something instead of bowing before him. "Help!" he cried. Everyone turned around, startled at the abrupt yipe. "Master... what do you need?" the one with the long beard looked at him kindly as he lowered his head respectively. "I... I..." he was still panting, "Master, we know of what you saw and no need to worry. The light that you seen about the wise one, Granger, is blue because of her distrust in what is becoming of you. The light that overcomes Potter's exterior is the trust, love, and patience that enkindles him." "Wait! Why doesn't she trust me?" "She may be wise, Master, but she has no idea of what you are." Ron then noticed what they had been crouching over. It was she! The Oracle, she still had her eyes closed, Ron didn't think it was because she was blind. "What's going on?" he asked staring at her, transfixed. Her long, colorless hair reached the floor and wrapped around the legs of the chair. Her pale lips looked as if they haven't been opened in ages. Ron knelt, yet he didn't know why, just a sudden urge pulled him down in front of her. The elder men did as he did and started humming a weird tune. Ron then asked, "Tell me what makes her like this." "The Oracle is older than any wizard, than all worlds, then the universe. She has powers greater than yours, although she has given you a close amount..." "What are her powers?" "You asked why she never opened her eyes, well, if she did terrible things would happen. She can see exactly *who* you are, she can tell if there is trust, love, humility, courage... every virtue, every thought about you. BUT if she sees any fear, hate, doubt, anything that is wrong you, you will die a most terrible death. No one knows how she kills you, but we just know she does," there was a pause before he went on, "She chooses those who can handle powers, those whose fear will detain when they possess them, those who have no doubt about what they say or do," he looked at Ron benevolently, "You are the first and only one she has chosen." Ron smiled and then edged closer to the white fairy, he pressed his lips on her hand and he could have sworn he saw a faint smirk.
(To Hermione a Harry:)
"Harry, what if Dumbledore's wrong? What if Ron's 'power' is something from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" "Wouldn't he have killed me already, Hermione?" he rolled his eyes, "I just don't think you should let your guard down around him."
(Back with Ron:)
"What about my eyes? They scare everyone!" Ron protested as he walked to the room with the book. "You should not get rid of that," when the old man, the only who talked to him, walked into the room with the book his beard disappeared, his wrinkles became smooth, and his white hair became a beautiful gold. "That's how you can see who people are and what they're really thinking," he went on. "What happened to you?" "Oh, this?" the man asked as he looked down at his adolescent body. "The book returns life to all who may lost it," noticing Ron was still confused he explained, "In that room," he pointed to the one with the candles, "It keeps us secret, safe, and dead to the world. The book returns youth to make us feel alive." Ron just agreed, tired of learning new things, tired from racking his brain with new details. "Wait! What can I call you?" "When I lived in the world, people called me Granite." "Granite, ok." He looked down at his body again, "How do I..." Granite must of known that Ron didn't know how to get back because he replied, "Just touch the book," Ron placed his hand above the book, and another scene occurred. The room became bright; the book began to rise up with nothing holding it. It opened and the pages kept turning and turning, faster and faster and then, suddenly, stopped and enwrapped Ron. He was there on the floor where he had once seen a lifeless boy. The book was in its normal place, and closed. The pen that had led him to the room in the first place wasn't there though. Ron really didn't want to witness feeling those things over again so he decided to visit tomorrow. He walked out the room and went straight to Dumbledore, he had a question.
When he realized he didn't remember the password he started to picture the gargoyle moving, when he did so the gargoyle leaped out of his way willingly. He walked up the spiral staircase, knocked on Dumbledore's door, and strode in. "Welcome, Ron," even the Professor bowed at his presence. Ron shook his head and told Dumbledore that he had heard that he had said before that other children, besides he, had stumbled upon the room previously. He suggested that they put the book in a safe place in the Forbidden Forest so no one would be present to its dangers. Dumbledore thought about this and decided it would be best, "But Professor there's one thing." "And what is that?" "I don't know how to touch the book without going back to the 'other side' of the room," Dumbledore laughed under his breath, "I thought you would figure that out by now," he smiled and led Ron to back to the Mystic.
"Now, picture it floating." "What?" "Ron, you are the books commander... so command it!" "Oh, ok," Ron pictured the book trailing him, and when he did the book lifted about waist level to him and stayed close but did not touch him. "How do I make sure no one sees?" "Ron..." "Never mind!" he smiled, "I can figure it out." Ron imagined the book and himself invisible, when he opened his eyes the book was gone and so were his feet. Although, Dumbledore was looking straight at him! "Don't hide the book, until tonight, some other teachers have the gift of seeing through invisibility and won't understand you. Bring it to your room and hide it tonight," he requested.
After, Ron had brought the book to his room and left it there invisible, he then went down to the Great Hall for supper. When he walked in, everyone looked at him wide-eyed and gasped. Ron remembered about his void eyes and quickly shut them and felt his way to his seat, far away from everyone. He may of looked stupid doing so, but at least no one would get a better look at his eyes. He ate in silence, not looking at no one, but felt eyes staring him up and down. After eating a chicken wing, some macaroni, and some rice, he felt someone sit down next to him. He looked over and saw Harry, but when he looked passed Harry he saw Hermione glaring at him with a passion of concern. "Thanks," he muttered, "I won't leave you, Ron, no matter what." They looked at each other friendly and finished eating.
During supper, Ron had to tell Harry who he was, if he was meant to protect him, he had to know! It was ok to tell Harry because he listened intently and didn't scare easy about anything he said. "Ok, well I said I won't leave you for anything, but you just have to tell me everything," Ron nodded.
Although Ron was uncontrollably tired after supper, he knew he had to hide the book. At 2:11 a.m. he got out of bed, still robed, requested the book to follow and went into the common room, but before he got the portrait a cold air whipped around him. The freezing chill in the room didn't go away, he noticed in the corner a girl with long white hair, closed eyes, and pale skin. "The Oracle," he bowed his head, but was stopped as she rose his hand signaling that he needn't bow. She raised a few inches above the ground and floated towards him. She was almost nose-to- nose with him before she stopped. She forced her lips on his and didn't pull away. Ron felt the sharpest pain at the tips of his fingers, *What is she doing?* he thought. He didn't pull away not wanting to offend her, but eventually she pulled herself off. "What was that about?" he asked, half expecting an answer, but there was none. "Why won't you talk? Do you have a name?" she just stayed there floating 2 inches in front of him. Ron's fingers were still hurting so he looked at them, they were flashing from translucent air to solid. "What did you do?" still no answer. She started to float toward a wall, Ron followed. She pointed to the window and Ron looked out. She grabbed his hand and made him touch the window. Instead of feeling a cold glass behind his fingers, he felt bitter night air. "I'm... I'm... WOW!" Suddenly Ron heard a whimper coming from behind him.
He turned around suddenly, "Hermione!" "Ron, who's... who's that?" "This is..." but before he could answer the Oracle opened her eyes! A great, long beam shot from them, shooting at Hermione's body. Hermione opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Ron saw her become paler and paler, the life was being sucked out of her, "NOOO!" He screamed and stood in front of the beams. The Oracle hurriedly closed her eyes. He turned to Hermione and saw her lying there, stoned, he touched her gently and the color came back to her. She gasped and pushed herself away from him, "Why do you doubt?" Ron asked. "What?" she whispered. "This is the Oracle! SHE'D ONLY DO THAT BECAUSE OF FEAR OR DOUBT!" he yelled angrily. Somehow, no one heard him, as if he were making just Hermione hear his rather high voice. She began to cry, "Ron, don't hurt me!" "Hermione, I would never hurt you," he looked at her lovingly. "Ron! Your... Your eyes! They're back to normal." He looked into his reflection of the window and saw that they were! He looked at the Oracle and back into the reflection and they were back to silver! And again at Hermione, color flooded into his eyes. Hermione's fear vanished, she saw *him*, she saw Ron. He helped Hermione up and she hugged him tight. Ron looked at the Oracle and thanked her, for he knew that it must have been her to normalize his eyes for Hermione's sake. Ron closed his eyes and let go of Hermione. She looked behind her to see, "Where'd the girl go?" no, she wasn't there.
"I got to go, Hermione," she looked sad when Ron said this but let him go. He walked back to the window and placed his hand on the glass, but felt nothing. He pulled his whole body through. He was outside! "AHHHHHHHH!" he yelled as he realized that there was no floor beneath him. He fell, and kept falling, falling, falling ... he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. RIGHT before he hit the grass, he stopped. He opened one eye, if he would of took one more second to think he would have been smashed into the ground. He placed his hands on the dewy grass and lifted himself up. He looked upwards toward the window he had just walked through and there was Hermione with wet eyes and a bright smile. He winked at her and began toward the Forest, but before he did, he checked to see if the book was still following. No worries, it was right close to him, still at his waist barely touching.
Author's note: Ok! Well the next chapter will soon be up! Hope ya'll like it! Please review!
P.S. and Thank you, Rory-Dasiny for all of your reviews!