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Chapter 11
Harry had a hard time falling asleep that night. Somewhere around two in the morning, he got up to go down to the common room. Strangely the fire was still going and he could see someone sitting on the couch reading. The someone turned out to be Star. She looked up at the approaching footsteps to see Harry coming down the stairs. She smiled when she saw him coming down.
"Can't sleep?" she asked him, as he shook his head.
"You?"
"Still an insomniac."
"So, tell me, what exactly did Malfoy say to you to make you react like that?"
She regarded him for a moment before answering his question. She sighed, "He wanted a quick lay."
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
She looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't be that thick. Could he? "You're a boy. Put two and two together."
Harry looked at her quizzically for a little bit before it dawned on him."WHAT?" he screamed.
"Quiet down, you'll wake everyone. It's nothing I haven't heard before." she told him.
"I can't believe he....."
"Had the balls to say something like that to me?" She finished his sentence for him.
"Well, I knew he was no walk in the park, but I always thought he had some self-control."
"It all comes down to hormones. That's all." she said to him with a shrug.
"How do you do it then?" he asked
"How do I do what?" she asked him.
"Well you seem so... calm about all of this. I know most girls would be up in arms about it."
She sighed and looked at him "Believe me, I don't like to hear what he had to say. Quite frankly, I'm pissed off about it."
He looked at her with almost a shimmer of admiration. "You hide your emotions well."
"I've had a lot of practice." she said with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. Her eyes always gave her away. She tried to hide it the best she could, but somehow people seemed to miss that about her. She was grateful for that.
"I know how you feel." he said with his mind going else where. It had been sometime since he felt he could talk about Sirius. Did he dare betray his feelings and share with her how he felt about it all? She looked like she had a story. Would she share hers?
"So, what happened? Tell me your story and I'll tell you mine." he said to her barely above a whisper.
She felt his sorrow bounding out of him in great quantities. She also knew something of his past. If she told him her story would it make him feel better? Did she tell him how she made it through everything? She trusted no one. That was the way she could stay alive. What did she have to loose? Maybe this was the one she could talk to. To be able to connect to at least one other human being would be nice.
He sensed her having an internal struggle but still waited. If she didn't want to talk about it, she would say so. He thought he knew her well enough to at least get that out of her. At least he hoped. He could see her thinking about what she was going to say to him.
"What I am about to say to you, some you are to keep to yourself. The other, parts, well that's up to you." she said cracking her neck to alleviate the stress "Two years ago, I lost two people who very important to me. One was my love, the other a mentor of sorts. They were killed because of some information that I happened across. I watched the world around me crash down burning into an oblivion. I watched as they put them under the Cruciatus Curse. They tortured them until their bodies and minds broke. Then they simply killed them."
Harry watched her the whole time as if he were entranced by her words. He saw how hollow she looked when she was telling him this. He was expecting a sob story of sorts, but not this.
"What information did you come across?" he asked her not wanting to hear the answer. He knew that the people who had killed her friends were Death Eaters.
"Really it's the reason that I'm here. I spent a good part of the last year and half hiding from Voldemort. During my many hours in the school library, and over many cups of coffee, I found what seemed like an out of date prophesy. It spoke of one who had power to wield with a torch. It was called the Green Flame Torch. It was supposedly Egyptian myth. I found out that it is not a myth but actually does exist. This Torch would kill evil and heal good. In order for this "One" to wield the Torch, the bloodlines would have to be just right." she sighed, not sure if she wanted to go further than that, but continued despite herself. "The bloodlines needed were that of Nut and Ra. Muggles read the hieroglyphs and think gods because of their mystic power that they had. They were Egyptian gods in their time, but they existed. Set, their son, was the God Of Chaos and ruled most of upper and lower Egypt. He was an evil deity who killed and maimed many people in the name of "purifying magical blood lines". Horus, nephew of Set, went to his mother Isis and asked her for help in making this Green Flame Torch in order to overthrow Set. It was believed that this Torch was only made for the overthrow of Set. But through many, many hours in the library and talking with many historians, I know it can be used to kill Voldemort. The only problem is, tracking the bloodline of Nut and Ra. That is where I have run into a bit of a snag. I get as far as the down the bloodline to that of Slitherine and Gryffindor, but can't get any further than that. If I were to find the descendent of either one of those lines, It could be done."
"Have you told Dumbledore about this?" he asked her his voice straining. Wondering if there may be some way he could get out of the prophesy.
"He knows. We have been trying to track the bloodline. It's proving tricky though. He says he know of a Slitherine heir, but finding the Gryffindor one is the problem. He told me that Voldemort is an heir of Slitherine. That's one of the problems. If Voldemort can use the Torch, he could possibly use it for evil. The other problem is names. Names have been changed over the centuries. Adoptions, dead ends. We have to find the heir of Gryffindor. Whoever it is they are our last chance. We also have to hide the Torch from Voldemort."
Here was a ready made excuse for Harry to breath a sigh of relief. He felt better than he had in weeks, months even. A burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he had her to thank.
"How is this Torch supposed to work?" he asked her with renewed energy.
"Well, from my research, the power is passed through the blood and into the eyes. Hence the bloodline. The eyes being the portal into the soul it is where real power is held according to Egyptian mythology."
"How do you go on each day knowing that someone has died, not directly because of you, but it could have been avoided." he asked her.
"Oh this one is the easiest question you have asked all night. I go on because I realized that life goes on. There is nothing I can do to change the past. Where would it get me if I constantly dwelled there? Life goes on whether you want it to or not. It will leave you behind if you don't take a good look at where it is going. It does not do to live in the past. So, I go on and look for the next one who can love me the way he did."
"How do you live through the pain then?" he asked her in a strained voice.
"Pain, is a part of living as well. If there was no pain in the world, how would you know what happiness is? Or love? Pain is there as a reminder, a reminder that when you are truly happy, you can feel its full effects. If it were puppy dogs, fluffy kittens, and coffee all the time would you appreciate it? No, you would take it for granted. That's the reason for pain." she said wisely.
"How old are you?" he asked with a smile. The first smile she had seen on him. Now it was her turn to feel renewed.
"I am an old soul in a 16 year old body."
Chapter 11
Harry had a hard time falling asleep that night. Somewhere around two in the morning, he got up to go down to the common room. Strangely the fire was still going and he could see someone sitting on the couch reading. The someone turned out to be Star. She looked up at the approaching footsteps to see Harry coming down the stairs. She smiled when she saw him coming down.
"Can't sleep?" she asked him, as he shook his head.
"You?"
"Still an insomniac."
"So, tell me, what exactly did Malfoy say to you to make you react like that?"
She regarded him for a moment before answering his question. She sighed, "He wanted a quick lay."
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
She looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't be that thick. Could he? "You're a boy. Put two and two together."
Harry looked at her quizzically for a little bit before it dawned on him."WHAT?" he screamed.
"Quiet down, you'll wake everyone. It's nothing I haven't heard before." she told him.
"I can't believe he....."
"Had the balls to say something like that to me?" She finished his sentence for him.
"Well, I knew he was no walk in the park, but I always thought he had some self-control."
"It all comes down to hormones. That's all." she said to him with a shrug.
"How do you do it then?" he asked
"How do I do what?" she asked him.
"Well you seem so... calm about all of this. I know most girls would be up in arms about it."
She sighed and looked at him "Believe me, I don't like to hear what he had to say. Quite frankly, I'm pissed off about it."
He looked at her with almost a shimmer of admiration. "You hide your emotions well."
"I've had a lot of practice." she said with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. Her eyes always gave her away. She tried to hide it the best she could, but somehow people seemed to miss that about her. She was grateful for that.
"I know how you feel." he said with his mind going else where. It had been sometime since he felt he could talk about Sirius. Did he dare betray his feelings and share with her how he felt about it all? She looked like she had a story. Would she share hers?
"So, what happened? Tell me your story and I'll tell you mine." he said to her barely above a whisper.
She felt his sorrow bounding out of him in great quantities. She also knew something of his past. If she told him her story would it make him feel better? Did she tell him how she made it through everything? She trusted no one. That was the way she could stay alive. What did she have to loose? Maybe this was the one she could talk to. To be able to connect to at least one other human being would be nice.
He sensed her having an internal struggle but still waited. If she didn't want to talk about it, she would say so. He thought he knew her well enough to at least get that out of her. At least he hoped. He could see her thinking about what she was going to say to him.
"What I am about to say to you, some you are to keep to yourself. The other, parts, well that's up to you." she said cracking her neck to alleviate the stress "Two years ago, I lost two people who very important to me. One was my love, the other a mentor of sorts. They were killed because of some information that I happened across. I watched the world around me crash down burning into an oblivion. I watched as they put them under the Cruciatus Curse. They tortured them until their bodies and minds broke. Then they simply killed them."
Harry watched her the whole time as if he were entranced by her words. He saw how hollow she looked when she was telling him this. He was expecting a sob story of sorts, but not this.
"What information did you come across?" he asked her not wanting to hear the answer. He knew that the people who had killed her friends were Death Eaters.
"Really it's the reason that I'm here. I spent a good part of the last year and half hiding from Voldemort. During my many hours in the school library, and over many cups of coffee, I found what seemed like an out of date prophesy. It spoke of one who had power to wield with a torch. It was called the Green Flame Torch. It was supposedly Egyptian myth. I found out that it is not a myth but actually does exist. This Torch would kill evil and heal good. In order for this "One" to wield the Torch, the bloodlines would have to be just right." she sighed, not sure if she wanted to go further than that, but continued despite herself. "The bloodlines needed were that of Nut and Ra. Muggles read the hieroglyphs and think gods because of their mystic power that they had. They were Egyptian gods in their time, but they existed. Set, their son, was the God Of Chaos and ruled most of upper and lower Egypt. He was an evil deity who killed and maimed many people in the name of "purifying magical blood lines". Horus, nephew of Set, went to his mother Isis and asked her for help in making this Green Flame Torch in order to overthrow Set. It was believed that this Torch was only made for the overthrow of Set. But through many, many hours in the library and talking with many historians, I know it can be used to kill Voldemort. The only problem is, tracking the bloodline of Nut and Ra. That is where I have run into a bit of a snag. I get as far as the down the bloodline to that of Slitherine and Gryffindor, but can't get any further than that. If I were to find the descendent of either one of those lines, It could be done."
"Have you told Dumbledore about this?" he asked her his voice straining. Wondering if there may be some way he could get out of the prophesy.
"He knows. We have been trying to track the bloodline. It's proving tricky though. He says he know of a Slitherine heir, but finding the Gryffindor one is the problem. He told me that Voldemort is an heir of Slitherine. That's one of the problems. If Voldemort can use the Torch, he could possibly use it for evil. The other problem is names. Names have been changed over the centuries. Adoptions, dead ends. We have to find the heir of Gryffindor. Whoever it is they are our last chance. We also have to hide the Torch from Voldemort."
Here was a ready made excuse for Harry to breath a sigh of relief. He felt better than he had in weeks, months even. A burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he had her to thank.
"How is this Torch supposed to work?" he asked her with renewed energy.
"Well, from my research, the power is passed through the blood and into the eyes. Hence the bloodline. The eyes being the portal into the soul it is where real power is held according to Egyptian mythology."
"How do you go on each day knowing that someone has died, not directly because of you, but it could have been avoided." he asked her.
"Oh this one is the easiest question you have asked all night. I go on because I realized that life goes on. There is nothing I can do to change the past. Where would it get me if I constantly dwelled there? Life goes on whether you want it to or not. It will leave you behind if you don't take a good look at where it is going. It does not do to live in the past. So, I go on and look for the next one who can love me the way he did."
"How do you live through the pain then?" he asked her in a strained voice.
"Pain, is a part of living as well. If there was no pain in the world, how would you know what happiness is? Or love? Pain is there as a reminder, a reminder that when you are truly happy, you can feel its full effects. If it were puppy dogs, fluffy kittens, and coffee all the time would you appreciate it? No, you would take it for granted. That's the reason for pain." she said wisely.
"How old are you?" he asked with a smile. The first smile she had seen on him. Now it was her turn to feel renewed.
"I am an old soul in a 16 year old body."
