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DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Hi. sorry for the long wait and on a cliffy, and when I promised that I would post much sooner. All that I can say is that I've been busy with other tings. I know that my chapters are not that long for me to take so long, but I hope they are still rewording for the wait. Finally I would like to thank all those who answered my request to me my beta reader and my new beta reader Michael.
A big thanks to Michael for editing this chapter
CHAPTER SEVEN
HORROR IN THE SHADOWS
Harry wake up feeling like he was run over by the Hogwarts express. All his muscles were sore, and he felt drained of energy. He couldn't remember what happened to him and why was he so sore. Harry wanted to go back to sleep but felt a presence next to him. He could hear the person next to him breathing.
Harry forced his eyes open and turned his head in the direction the breathing was coming. His vision was fogy. After blinking several times, every thing came in to sharp focus. Every thing in the room was White, and the smell was unmistakable. Harry, for some reason was in the hospital wing with some one next to his bad.
"Ah Harry your finally awake" said the man next to his bed.
"Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry recognizing the voice, his trout sore as his entire body "What happened why am I hear?" asked Harry.
The old professor helped Harry sit up and brought a glass with some orange liquid in it to his mouth. After drinking the orange stuff Harry felt much better and the headmaster spoke.
"You are here because you nearly lost your life last week Harry" said the old men
"I nearly died? A week? But how?" asked Harry. He thought for a minute and then whispered: "did Voldemort attack us when we were on hour way back here? Is Hagrid ok?"
"This time Voldemort has nothing to do with it Harry" said the old men smiling at Harry with a twinkle in his eyes "this time it was the need of love from two intelligent beings"
Harry blinked in confusion trying to decipher what his headmaster was trying to say. The old man laughed at the boy's confusion and tried to explain to him.
"Do you know what a silver wolf is Harry" asked the headmaster and Harry shook his head "than you should read this" he continued and handed Harry a large book with a peace of parchment poking out of it.
The tome was made of thick black leather with large golden letters for the title. 'Rare magical creatures and their powers' it read. Harry turned the pages taking small glimpses at the other pages. Most of the pictures in the book looked more like foul monsters, In Harry's opinion, and hoped not to come across any of them.
When he reached the indicated page Harry saw something familiar to him. There was a picture of a silver wolf with its shining silver fur. He knew he saw one of those magnificent creatures, but he couldn't remember were. His mind was still too fogy and couldn't place the peaces together yet. The only thing he remembered was that the creature he saw was injured.
Harry gave the picture one last look trying to remember and started to read that page.
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'Very rare, the silver wolfs are amongst the most intelligent and protective creatures that roam our lands.
When young, silver wolfs are hardly recognizable from the normal gray wolfs due to there dark gray long fur and black eye's. At the age of five months the silver wolf start to change their fur in to a lighter color with some strands of silver in it, and there eyes change in a golden color. Only at the age of two years where they reach the adult life dose the silver wolf get his full silver coat.
When feeling threatened the silver wolf can become very aggressive. It would attack by using its magic to stun its target for few seconds then injuring the victim in that time. When defending there young an adult would stop against noting until their pup is safe.
After leaving their parents at the age that varies from nine to eleven months the Silver wolfs tend to be solitary creatures until they find a partner, and create a small family for their own. Until this occurs a silver wolf is dangerous for humans, due to their particularly strong binding magic. When touched by a human, a non mated silver wolf, would unconsciously tries to bind itself with the human who touched it, by transferring some of its powers to him. The reason for this strange action is still not determined.
The strain on both the human and the silver wolf is so grate that would result in the death of both the human and the silver wolf. The powers transferred by this particular bind are still unknown due to the rarity of this creature, and the result on both subjects.'
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Only after reading the information on the silver wolfs, Harry's mind started to clear. Looking at the older men next to him, Harry started to remember what happened when he was with Hagrid after they left the village of Hogsmade. He remembered hearing someone crying half way to the school, and then running after Hagrid in to the forest. He remembers finding his friend kneeling next to an injured silver wolf, and then watching the small pup crying his dyeing mother. He remembered picking up the pup holding it to him protectively, and Hagrid shouting something at him before being surrounded by darkness.
The headmaster smiled at Harry before speaking "do you notice any changes in your self" asked the old men. Harry looked at himself for few seconds then at the headmaster and shook his head. "No? If I'm not mistaken usually you wear these to see normally" said the headmaster holding Harry's new glasses, smiling with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Only then did Harry realize that he was not wearing his glasses, and that his eyesight was clearer then ever before without them. It must have been the time he had spent wearing the contacts that made him ignore the missing glasses on his face.
"As you have noticed your eyesight had increased as did your sense of hearing. I think that other changes will occur further on, like the increase in your sense of smell and your agility, but that is still to be seen, this form of lycanthropy powers are still a mystery" the headmaster took a small mirror from the bedside table and moved it in front of Harry. "Then there's this"
Harry looked at himself into the mirror. His mouth dropped open. His once raven black hair was now tainted with few strands of shining silver hair mixed with in the black. It took Harry some time to register what the headmaster head just told him.
"Lycanthropy?!?" Harry nearly shouted "l-l-lycanthropy?!? W-will I be turning in to a werewolf every full moon?" Harry asked pinkly "but I wasn't bitten by a werewolf. How?
"No Harry" said the headmaster reassuringly and Harry gave a loud sigh of relief "your form of lycanthropy is deferent from the one a werewolf poses. Wile you have most of the powers a werewolf poses wile in human form, you will not transform in the full moon, but your new powers will be at the fullest at night and more so on the full moon" explained the headmaster. Harry seemed to calm a bit knowing that he wasn't going to turn in to a werewolf every full moon, but didn't like the idea of having lycanthropy powers.
"This book. said that I should have."said Harry looking once more in to the mirror at his silver tainted hair
"That book told you it never happened before," said the old men "and books are not always right you know."
At that Harry looked at him and raised his eyebrows 'if Hermione would hear hem say that she would have a failed day' thought Harry not believing he had heard it himself.
"The silver wolf you touched was only a pup," continued the old professor noticing the surprise in the teen. "And thus did not have powers strong enough to kill someone in the binding, like adults do"
"So now I'm bund to a wolf?" Asked Harry "is that a good thing?"
The older men smiled at Harry and then nodded "yes you are now bund to the silver wolf, and I think we can consider it as a good thing" said the headmaster and Harry looked down at his hands deep in thoughts.
"In what way" Harry thought aloud "now I'm a freak even at Hogwarts"
Realizing that he had said that aloud, Harry looked up in the headmaster's face to see his reaction. It was something that surprised him. The once calm headmaster was livid with anger. It scared Harry to see this old man angry, and he didn't know if the old man was angry at him or not.
"I-I'm sorry," said Harry in hope to alleviate the headmaster's anger.
The old men's expression changed to a saddened one. "Now tell me Harry," said the old headmaster "do you really believe what you just said?"
Harry looked back down to his hand, and stayed silent, feeling the gaze of the old professor on him.
"Because let me tell you this Harry" said the old professor sternly "if you do. You have all my disproval on that, and who ever fixed that in your head is now in serious trouble"
Harry looked up once more, and saw that the headmaster had a smile on his fetchers. The old twinkle was back in his blue eyes. It was reassuring and felt his face starch in to a small but genuine smile
"Now lets see in what way is a good thing.hmm" started the old men "ah yes, you don't have to wear these annoying glasses any more" he said gesturing to Harry's new glasses and to his own "and you have a new friend"
"The pup!! What happened to him?" asked Harry suddenly concerned about the small creature
"He is being taken care of by Hagrid. Unfortunately his mother died few minutes after you touched her pup" replayed the old men "you have saved its life without knowing and now you have gained a very loyal friend. If it's not a good thing what is?"
Harry looked at the headmaster for a second. The silver wolf had died but he had managed to save the small one from a horrible death. And what did the headmaster mean by 'you have gained a very loyal friend' 'did he mean that I could keep the silver wolf with me?' thought Harry
"You're going to let me keep it with me here at the castle" asked Harry hopefully voicing his thoughts. He always had been good in handling animals and wanted to keep this pup, and making of him a friend. "Please professor I will take good care of him," pleaded Harry.
The headmaster smiled his mischievous twinkle in place "hmm I don't know Harry" he said folding his hands. "If I'm not mistaken the school rules state clearly that the students must only have one pet, and you already have three. It also says that it must be an owl a cat or a toed, and sourly not a snake or a wolf"
Harry's face paled, and then looked at the old men in horror. Was he going to take his snake away from him? They had already become good friends and didn't want to be separated from him.
The headmaster laughed at Harry "Harry don't worry so much" he said looking over his half-moon spectacles "what good is a headmaster if he can't change the rules of his school"
Harry's face brightened. If his body wasn't so sore he would have jumped up in happiness. "Thank you sir"
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Thanks to the absence of the matron Harry could leave the hospital wing the next day ignoring Dr Sylvan's advice. Harry was still weak but he didn't want to spend the rest of the summer holidays in bed, so he reassured the headmaster that he was fine and Harry left the hospital wing.
The first thing he wanted to do once out of bed was visiting Hagrid and to see how the silver wolf was doing. He walked slowly, and stopped frequently to rest. He wasn't feeling well at all, and it took him longer then expected to reach the hut. He was starting to think that he should have listened to the doctor advice.
When he arrived at the hut, Harry knocked on the door hoping that Hagrid wasn't out busy on his duets. To his relief, the door opened immediately and Harry was embraced in a bone crushing hug buy his half giant friend, making his already sore body twitch in pain.
"'Arry I'm so sorry for dragging yeh in the forest, yeh could 'ave died" cried the half giant
"I-it's ok Hagrid" said Harry in his friend's arms before being released "if I haven't touched that silver wolf he would have died"
"Yeh're a grate lad 'arry" said Hagrid tears streaming down his eyes "yeh'r parents would 'ave been proud of yeh"
"Thanks Hagrid" replayed Harry "any way, how is he doing? Is he ok?" he continued trying to change the subject.
"Come in a see by yourself" said Hagrid instantly forgetting his tears, moving away from the door to let Harry in.
Harry smiled at his success in changing the mood of his friend, and went in the hut after the half giant hoping that the small silver wolf was ok.
In the hut it was chaos. The place looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Peaces of broken plates, cups, and saucers were thrown everywhere. The curtains that once were hanging on the small window were torn from its hangings, and there peaces were spared on the floor. The furnisher was all scratched and Hagrid's bed had all the sheets on the floor. Feathers from Hagrid's pillow were flying everywhere, and a tick layer of flower covered everything. In the middle of all this was the small silver wolf. He was covered in flower and fathers, and was struggling with a sock grueling at it.
"Did he do this?" asked Harry a bit warred.
"Yeah, all by 'imself" replayed the half giant "'e was a bit lost when 'e woke up. But now 'e seems to 'ave calmed down"
Harry could only nod. 'How am I going to keep him from destroying the common room' thought Harry 'Mr. Harry Potter what have you put your self in this time' he thought. Then the flower-covered puppy noticed Harry and stopped struggling with the sock and moved to him. The puppy lifted himself against Harry's leg, so Harry would pick him up. Harry took the massage and picked the small silver wolf in his arms were it stayed quiet. It was nearly impassible to think that this small pup made the disaster in front of him.
"'Ave yeh found a name for yeh'r little friend yet" asked Hagrid with a smile "'e is yer's now"
Harry thought for a second looking at the small silver wolf in his arms. His black eyes head a mischievous glint in them. His dark Gary fur was covered with flower but Harry could still see some silver strands in it.
"I think silver would suite him," said Harry "what do you think. Do you like it little one?"
The wolf made a moan and lapped Harry's cheek in reply. Harry smiled and hugged his new friend showing him affection. Harry could feel the bound between them getting stronger, and trough it feeling the love sent to him. It was a strange sensation, he was feeling what the wolf was feeling, and some how Harry could understand the wolf.
"I think 'e likes it," said Hagrid who have been watching the seen smiling like a mad men the whole time. All Harry did was nod in affirmation knowing that the wolf did like the name given to him.
Suddenly Harry remembered the disaster that was Hagrid's hut, and silver head the mischievous glint in his eyes back. Harry could swear that some how the small pup had read his mind.
"I'm sorry for this Hagrid" sad Harry giving a disapproving looks at silver "I will help you clean up"
"Don't worry 'arry. Yeh 'ave just came out of the 'ospital wing yeh shouldn't tire yourself" said Hagrid
"I'm ok. Anyway I will be using magic, so don't worry" replayed Harry and Hagrid nodded still smiling at the teenage boy.
That morning Harry stayed the entire time with Hagred. After they cleaned the hut, and with grate difficulty gave silver a bath Hagrid made some tea for them. Silver had too much energy for the likings of a tired Harry, but he couldn't help but to laugh at silver's antiques. Luckily the small pup seemed to know that Harry was feeling tired, and so he didn't do too much damage in the hut.
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Days passed and the holidays for Harry were coming to an end. In the first few days, after Harry wake up from the accident with the wolf, Harry spent his days in the common room with Silver and Aescul. Not having the strength to do anything else but read the booked he had bout from Knockturn alley and some he had borrowed from the restricted section. Having the key of the library gave him some privileges, but he tried to keep it secret from the other inhabitants of the castle.
Harry soon recovered from his lack of energy and started to go out of the common room and explore the castle as he head planed, followed closely by his new friend Silver. After a week Harry was starting to notes the change that the binding head left in him. Now he could see normally without the aide of glasses, and his eyesight was as perfect in the dark as in the light. His hearing was improving as well and now he had a new level of hearing. His sense of smell was changing as well. Now he could smell scents miters away from him, this annoyed him a bit especially when he had to go to a particular class in the dungeons. Then there was his physical changes. After he recovered from his lack of energy, his agility head increased like the headmaster had said.
Apart from the long time Harry spent in the library, in the morning Harry kept his running habit, and every day spending more and more time with the blond men to learn how to fight with sword, wile Silver struggled with one of Harry's sock and Aescul enjoying the sun on the windowsill. After he learned the basics Harry was getting good at sward fighting and with his new agility he fund it easy to improve. Unfortunately for Harry, he was going to end up without socks before the first week of school ends.
In the afternoon Harry would study his ancient runs and magical runs, which he was getting good at. He even managed to produce a magical rune on a smooth stone he found near the lake on one of his walks with Hagrid. It wasn't a perfect rune, but it was a good start. The rune was one that symbolized light, and Harry managed to make the smooth stone glow with a dim golden light. This was a different way of enchanting an object. Unlike a charmed object, which the wizard would supply the target with a limited amount of magic, the runs would draw their magic from the surrounding and thus it would be permanent.
Frequently Harry went in the dungeons to work on some potions he wanted to try before school started, surprising the potion master. Most of the potions he worked on where to be studded next term, or ones that weren't on the school curriculum, but Harry didn't care. For once he was working on potions because he wanted to, and he was enjoying it. To Harry's annoyance, every time he went down the dungeons to work on a potion, Professor Snape would come out of his office and move his work in the class room where Harry would be working. Harry didn't mind working when he was there, but he didn't like being watched constantly wile he was working. And Harry couldn't try the potions on the book he bout from Knockturn alley.
Luckily in the evenings Harry could go with Hagrid at Hogsmade and enjoy the evening at the three broomsticks. Madam Rosmerta didn't mind Silver following Harry wherever he went, but when she spotted Aescul around Harry's neck she started complaining about it. Only after Hagrid reassured her that Aescul was perfectly safe and that he will stay around Harry's neck all the time did Madam Rosmerta stop arguing. Even so Harry kept Aescul hidden under his shirt not wonting to have other people fuss about him being a parselmouth
When the teachers began to come back to school from their holidays in the last few days, Harry couldn't do much work in the classrooms anymore. All the teachers had to use the classrooms to prepare for there lessons. So all Harry could do was study in the library. Some times not even there. The librarian had to reorder the library to include some of the books that the students would be using for next term.
In that event Harry would go to Hagrid's hut and ask his friend if he could study there. The kind hearted half giant was quite happy to help Harry and allowing him to stay as much as he wished. Most of the time Hagrid would sit with Harry planning the next term for his own class, and sometimes asking Harry for suggestions.
It also turned out that for the next term professor Dumbledore hired Dr Sylvans as the new defense-against-the-dark-arts teacher. And Harry was starting to hope that nothing would happen to Dr Sylvans if that position was really jinxed as people believed.
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The evening of September the first fund Harry nervously awaiting the return of the students from their summer holydays. After Cedric's death last term the students seemed to be scared of Harry, as if he had killed Cedrik and came up with the story that Voldemort had returned. Even the ministry of magic seemed to support this theory of the facts that happened that day; obviously the minister had no proof to incriminate Harry. That didn't stop the minister of magic to started calling him a liar no many occasions after the ministry incriminated Rita Skeeter.
Now Harry was waiting to see what will their decision be; if believe Harry that the dark lord had returned, or believe that Harry had killed a student. Harry was hoping that they would believe him. He could live with his gilt accusing him to be a murderer, but not his friend's.
Than, there was his new lycanthrope power. Surly his friends would notice the new powers and he would have to tell them everything. What Harry feared the most was that his friends would abandon him knowing that now, he was some twisted type of lycanthrope.
Few minutes before the students were due to arrive, Harry slowly made his way to the entrance hall to wait for his friends, followed closely by a much bigger silver, and as always Aescul was around his neck hidden from view under his shirt.
That evening he had spent a lot of time in front the mirror trying to hide his silver hair amongst the black, but it was nearly impossible to hide the new change.
When he reached the entrance hall Harry stayed in the shadows to wait for his friends Ron and Hermione. Few minuets later the doors burst open announcing the arrival of the students. Harry kept in the shadows scanning the student's faces as they walked past him. It didn't take him long to spot the two people he wanted to see. Both of them were chatting happily with Ginny and the twins. Ignoring the strange looks he resaved when he left the shadows, Harry walked to his friends.
"Ron!! Hermione!!" called Harry as he moved to them
"Harry! Its good to see you at last" said Hermione running to him and embracing him in to a friendly hug.
When the students that were close to them looked, they gave Harry strange looks and glares. Harry didn't like it but didn't comment on it instantly knowing what was on there thoughts.
"Hay mate how are you? How was the rest of your summer?" asked Ron
"Not bad" replayed Harry "how was yours?" he asked
"It was quite fun actually."started Ron but stopped and looked closely at Harry "hey what happened to your hair?"
All his friends stared at Harry noticing the change in him.
"Oh this!" said Harry passing a hand in his hear trying to hid the silver in it but with no success. "Well it was a kind of an accident, but I will tell you all when we go back to the common room tonight"
"And what is that" said George noticing Silver next to Harry
"That it Silver.the accident," said Harry resaving a growl from Silver "but I will explain later. We better go find a seat before the sorting starts" he said and the rest nodded
The four of them ran to the great hall to find their seats at the Gryffindor table. When they reached their seats and Silver positioned himself under Harry's chair, the doors burst open and professor Mcgonagall entered fallowed closely by a long line of scared-looking first years. Every one in the great hall fell silent, their eyes on the first years watching them group in front of the sorting hat waiting for the unknown test that would determine to which house they belonged.
The whole school waited, then the rip near the hat's brim opened wide like a mouth and the sorting hat burst into song.
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In times of old when I was new and Hogwarts barely stared The founders of our noble school thought never to be parted: United by a common goal, they head the selfsame yearning, To make the world's best magic school and pass along their learning. 'Together we will build and teach!' the four good friends decided And never did they dream that they might some day be divided, For were there such friends anywhere as Slytherin and Gryfindor? Unless it was the second pair of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw? So how could such friendships fail? Why, I was there and so can tell the whole sad, sorry tale. Said Slytherin 'we'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest' Said Ravenclaw, 'we'll teach those whose intelligence is surest' Said Gryffindor, 'we'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name,' Said Hufflepuff. I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same.' These differences caused little strife when first they came to light, For each of the four founders had a house in which they might Take only those they wanted, so, for instance Slytherin Took only pure-blood wizard's of great cunning, just like him, And only those of sharpest mind were taught by Ravenclaw While the bravest and the boldest went to daring Gryffindor. Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest, and taught them all she knew, Thus the houses and their founders retained friendships firm and true. So Hogwarts worked in harmony for several happy years, Bur then discord crept among us feeding on our faults and fears. The houses that, like pillars four, had once held up our school, Now turned upon each other and, divided, sought to rule. And for a while it seemed the school must meet an early end, What with dueling and with fighting and the clash of friend on friend And at last there came a morning when old Slytherin departed And though the fighting then died out he left us quite downhearted. And never since the founders four were whittled down to three Have the houses been united as they once were meant to be. And now the sorting hat is here and you all know the score: I sort you into houses because that is what I'm for, But this year I'll go further, listen closely to my song: Though condemned I am to split you still I worry that it's wrong, Though I must fulfill my duty and must quarter every year Still I wonder whether sorting may not bring the end I fear. Oh, known the perils, read the signs, the warning history shows, For our Hogwarts is in danger from external, deadly foes And we must unite inside her or we'll crumble from within I have told you, I have warned you. let the sorting now begin.
*
The hat become motionless once more and the applause from the students broke out though it was punctured with muttering and whispers. Students were exchanging remarks with there neighbors.
"That was.err.intrusting," said Ron
"The sorting hat had never given warnings before," said Hermione "it would have been in the Hogwarts a history"
"That is not entirely correct," said Ginny next to Ron "the sorting gave other warnings but it was never recorded as an important fact. Every time trying to unite the four houses"
"This happened before?" asked Ron
Ginny nodded "yeh. It was on some books I read.can't remember the name"
"But why?" Asked Ron
"What can you expect?" said Harry in a whisper so only Ron, Ginny and Hermione could hear him "when every one is in danger, but refuse to see beyond their nose it's the only thing to do. If they can't see the danger, at lest they will be united when it comes"
"I think you have a point there" said Hermione "but an old hat is not enough to destroy the old animosity between the houses. It will take more than that"
"Who wants to be friend with the Slytherin any way?" said Ron suddenly
"Ron!!" said Hermione in a disapproving tone of voice "in times like these we must help each other. No mater if they are Slytherin or Gryffindor. It is very important that we don't fight amongst ourselves in times like this. "
"So you want to fight Death Eater by making friends with their children?" said Ron "some how I don't think it will work Hermione"
Harry didn't hear the rest of the conversation between Ron and Hermione. How could they not see the sines? Every thing was different after last term.after Cedric died. Or was that him that was seeing everything differently. Things were darker. Behind every smiling face, behind every happy atmosphere there was a shadow of terror ready to strike when less you expect it. And Harry could see it, could see its horror were ever he went wile everyone ignored it. It nearly made him sick to see all of them happily joking about tings when someone, somewhere was planning to rip innocent lives. Their own lives.
The song from the sorting hat was a good start, but to take the old hatred between houses, when it head been there from the time of the founders. Something more then a song from an old hat was needed. There was mistrust everywhere, who would be the one to convince them about the trough. Surly not him, when every one considered him a murderer even himself. And with the hardheaded minister, things will go from bad to worst.
Harry was so deep in thoughts that he didn't notice that the sorting was finished and that the food head appeared on the table in front of him.
"Harry! HARRY!!" said Hermione tarring Harry away from his thoughts and looking at her questioningly. "Are you feeling all right? Why aren't you eating any thing? " She asked
"I-I'm ok. was thinking on things. Noting important" said Harry hoping not to worry his friends on his fears. Yes he was afraid. Afraid that he will loose the ones he loved. And that would destroy him utterly.
Harry shook himself and started piling food in his plate. His three friend's gaze was on him, but he ignored them. Harry then passed some food to his friend under his seat and started to eat silently.
The food was as always, magnificent. But something in Harry's meal was wrong.
*
"Hay Ron this pumpkin juice tastes funny," said Harry suddenly half way trough the feast.
Ron looked at him and took a sip from his own goblet "it tastes fine to me" replayed Ron
Not believing Ron's sense of taste was working, Harry took another goblet, filled it with juice from another pitcher, and took a sip but the taste was the same. Ron looked at him with his eyebrows raised. Harry shrugged, and kept on eating dismissing the fact as one of the new changes in him.
"Hey Harry" called Hermione after the desert head appeared on the tables. "It's up to us to take the first years up to the common room"
Harry didn't reapply because His troth was burning and he felt sick all of a sudden.
"Hey what's wrong with you" asked Ron
"I don't feel well" Harry replayed trough gasped of air
"Harry you should tell Madam Pomfrey if your not feeling well" said Hermione
"No it is not that bad" Harry replayed trying to gain his composer "I can go to her afterwards. I'm sorry if I won't help you with the first years Hermione" he continued and Hermione shook her head
"But are you sure Harry. It could be serious," said Ginny with concern in her eyes
"Yeh I'm ok. Don't worry about it" Harry said holding his stomach
Not more then few seconds passed and the pain in his stomach increased and passed through his entire body, and he started to sweat and shiver. Seeing this Hermione got up from her place and went to the teacher's table to, were madam Pomfrey was eating. By the time Hermione returned followed by the matron, Harry was nearly unconscious. All His body was in pain and he was panting heavily trying not to scream it out. It felt like his heart was going to expend in his chest. He couldn't breath, and his vanes felt like they were on fire.
"What happened?" asked the matron rushing on to the sick boy.
"Don't know," replayed Ron "all of a sudden he said he felt sick"
The matron started to check him with various selected spells. When she opened Harry's eyes to check them she gasped.
"This boy had been poisoned," said the panicked matron.
The last thing Harry remembered was the head of house and the headmaster surrounding him and casting some spells on him.
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Hi. sorry for the long wait and on a cliffy, and when I promised that I would post much sooner. All that I can say is that I've been busy with other tings. I know that my chapters are not that long for me to take so long, but I hope they are still rewording for the wait. Finally I would like to thank all those who answered my request to me my beta reader and my new beta reader Michael.
A big thanks to Michael for editing this chapter
CHAPTER SEVEN
HORROR IN THE SHADOWS
Harry wake up feeling like he was run over by the Hogwarts express. All his muscles were sore, and he felt drained of energy. He couldn't remember what happened to him and why was he so sore. Harry wanted to go back to sleep but felt a presence next to him. He could hear the person next to him breathing.
Harry forced his eyes open and turned his head in the direction the breathing was coming. His vision was fogy. After blinking several times, every thing came in to sharp focus. Every thing in the room was White, and the smell was unmistakable. Harry, for some reason was in the hospital wing with some one next to his bad.
"Ah Harry your finally awake" said the man next to his bed.
"Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry recognizing the voice, his trout sore as his entire body "What happened why am I hear?" asked Harry.
The old professor helped Harry sit up and brought a glass with some orange liquid in it to his mouth. After drinking the orange stuff Harry felt much better and the headmaster spoke.
"You are here because you nearly lost your life last week Harry" said the old men
"I nearly died? A week? But how?" asked Harry. He thought for a minute and then whispered: "did Voldemort attack us when we were on hour way back here? Is Hagrid ok?"
"This time Voldemort has nothing to do with it Harry" said the old men smiling at Harry with a twinkle in his eyes "this time it was the need of love from two intelligent beings"
Harry blinked in confusion trying to decipher what his headmaster was trying to say. The old man laughed at the boy's confusion and tried to explain to him.
"Do you know what a silver wolf is Harry" asked the headmaster and Harry shook his head "than you should read this" he continued and handed Harry a large book with a peace of parchment poking out of it.
The tome was made of thick black leather with large golden letters for the title. 'Rare magical creatures and their powers' it read. Harry turned the pages taking small glimpses at the other pages. Most of the pictures in the book looked more like foul monsters, In Harry's opinion, and hoped not to come across any of them.
When he reached the indicated page Harry saw something familiar to him. There was a picture of a silver wolf with its shining silver fur. He knew he saw one of those magnificent creatures, but he couldn't remember were. His mind was still too fogy and couldn't place the peaces together yet. The only thing he remembered was that the creature he saw was injured.
Harry gave the picture one last look trying to remember and started to read that page.
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'Very rare, the silver wolfs are amongst the most intelligent and protective creatures that roam our lands.
When young, silver wolfs are hardly recognizable from the normal gray wolfs due to there dark gray long fur and black eye's. At the age of five months the silver wolf start to change their fur in to a lighter color with some strands of silver in it, and there eyes change in a golden color. Only at the age of two years where they reach the adult life dose the silver wolf get his full silver coat.
When feeling threatened the silver wolf can become very aggressive. It would attack by using its magic to stun its target for few seconds then injuring the victim in that time. When defending there young an adult would stop against noting until their pup is safe.
After leaving their parents at the age that varies from nine to eleven months the Silver wolfs tend to be solitary creatures until they find a partner, and create a small family for their own. Until this occurs a silver wolf is dangerous for humans, due to their particularly strong binding magic. When touched by a human, a non mated silver wolf, would unconsciously tries to bind itself with the human who touched it, by transferring some of its powers to him. The reason for this strange action is still not determined.
The strain on both the human and the silver wolf is so grate that would result in the death of both the human and the silver wolf. The powers transferred by this particular bind are still unknown due to the rarity of this creature, and the result on both subjects.'
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Only after reading the information on the silver wolfs, Harry's mind started to clear. Looking at the older men next to him, Harry started to remember what happened when he was with Hagrid after they left the village of Hogsmade. He remembered hearing someone crying half way to the school, and then running after Hagrid in to the forest. He remembers finding his friend kneeling next to an injured silver wolf, and then watching the small pup crying his dyeing mother. He remembered picking up the pup holding it to him protectively, and Hagrid shouting something at him before being surrounded by darkness.
The headmaster smiled at Harry before speaking "do you notice any changes in your self" asked the old men. Harry looked at himself for few seconds then at the headmaster and shook his head. "No? If I'm not mistaken usually you wear these to see normally" said the headmaster holding Harry's new glasses, smiling with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Only then did Harry realize that he was not wearing his glasses, and that his eyesight was clearer then ever before without them. It must have been the time he had spent wearing the contacts that made him ignore the missing glasses on his face.
"As you have noticed your eyesight had increased as did your sense of hearing. I think that other changes will occur further on, like the increase in your sense of smell and your agility, but that is still to be seen, this form of lycanthropy powers are still a mystery" the headmaster took a small mirror from the bedside table and moved it in front of Harry. "Then there's this"
Harry looked at himself into the mirror. His mouth dropped open. His once raven black hair was now tainted with few strands of shining silver hair mixed with in the black. It took Harry some time to register what the headmaster head just told him.
"Lycanthropy?!?" Harry nearly shouted "l-l-lycanthropy?!? W-will I be turning in to a werewolf every full moon?" Harry asked pinkly "but I wasn't bitten by a werewolf. How?
"No Harry" said the headmaster reassuringly and Harry gave a loud sigh of relief "your form of lycanthropy is deferent from the one a werewolf poses. Wile you have most of the powers a werewolf poses wile in human form, you will not transform in the full moon, but your new powers will be at the fullest at night and more so on the full moon" explained the headmaster. Harry seemed to calm a bit knowing that he wasn't going to turn in to a werewolf every full moon, but didn't like the idea of having lycanthropy powers.
"This book. said that I should have."said Harry looking once more in to the mirror at his silver tainted hair
"That book told you it never happened before," said the old men "and books are not always right you know."
At that Harry looked at him and raised his eyebrows 'if Hermione would hear hem say that she would have a failed day' thought Harry not believing he had heard it himself.
"The silver wolf you touched was only a pup," continued the old professor noticing the surprise in the teen. "And thus did not have powers strong enough to kill someone in the binding, like adults do"
"So now I'm bund to a wolf?" Asked Harry "is that a good thing?"
The older men smiled at Harry and then nodded "yes you are now bund to the silver wolf, and I think we can consider it as a good thing" said the headmaster and Harry looked down at his hands deep in thoughts.
"In what way" Harry thought aloud "now I'm a freak even at Hogwarts"
Realizing that he had said that aloud, Harry looked up in the headmaster's face to see his reaction. It was something that surprised him. The once calm headmaster was livid with anger. It scared Harry to see this old man angry, and he didn't know if the old man was angry at him or not.
"I-I'm sorry," said Harry in hope to alleviate the headmaster's anger.
The old men's expression changed to a saddened one. "Now tell me Harry," said the old headmaster "do you really believe what you just said?"
Harry looked back down to his hand, and stayed silent, feeling the gaze of the old professor on him.
"Because let me tell you this Harry" said the old professor sternly "if you do. You have all my disproval on that, and who ever fixed that in your head is now in serious trouble"
Harry looked up once more, and saw that the headmaster had a smile on his fetchers. The old twinkle was back in his blue eyes. It was reassuring and felt his face starch in to a small but genuine smile
"Now lets see in what way is a good thing.hmm" started the old men "ah yes, you don't have to wear these annoying glasses any more" he said gesturing to Harry's new glasses and to his own "and you have a new friend"
"The pup!! What happened to him?" asked Harry suddenly concerned about the small creature
"He is being taken care of by Hagrid. Unfortunately his mother died few minutes after you touched her pup" replayed the old men "you have saved its life without knowing and now you have gained a very loyal friend. If it's not a good thing what is?"
Harry looked at the headmaster for a second. The silver wolf had died but he had managed to save the small one from a horrible death. And what did the headmaster mean by 'you have gained a very loyal friend' 'did he mean that I could keep the silver wolf with me?' thought Harry
"You're going to let me keep it with me here at the castle" asked Harry hopefully voicing his thoughts. He always had been good in handling animals and wanted to keep this pup, and making of him a friend. "Please professor I will take good care of him," pleaded Harry.
The headmaster smiled his mischievous twinkle in place "hmm I don't know Harry" he said folding his hands. "If I'm not mistaken the school rules state clearly that the students must only have one pet, and you already have three. It also says that it must be an owl a cat or a toed, and sourly not a snake or a wolf"
Harry's face paled, and then looked at the old men in horror. Was he going to take his snake away from him? They had already become good friends and didn't want to be separated from him.
The headmaster laughed at Harry "Harry don't worry so much" he said looking over his half-moon spectacles "what good is a headmaster if he can't change the rules of his school"
Harry's face brightened. If his body wasn't so sore he would have jumped up in happiness. "Thank you sir"
*
Thanks to the absence of the matron Harry could leave the hospital wing the next day ignoring Dr Sylvan's advice. Harry was still weak but he didn't want to spend the rest of the summer holidays in bed, so he reassured the headmaster that he was fine and Harry left the hospital wing.
The first thing he wanted to do once out of bed was visiting Hagrid and to see how the silver wolf was doing. He walked slowly, and stopped frequently to rest. He wasn't feeling well at all, and it took him longer then expected to reach the hut. He was starting to think that he should have listened to the doctor advice.
When he arrived at the hut, Harry knocked on the door hoping that Hagrid wasn't out busy on his duets. To his relief, the door opened immediately and Harry was embraced in a bone crushing hug buy his half giant friend, making his already sore body twitch in pain.
"'Arry I'm so sorry for dragging yeh in the forest, yeh could 'ave died" cried the half giant
"I-it's ok Hagrid" said Harry in his friend's arms before being released "if I haven't touched that silver wolf he would have died"
"Yeh're a grate lad 'arry" said Hagrid tears streaming down his eyes "yeh'r parents would 'ave been proud of yeh"
"Thanks Hagrid" replayed Harry "any way, how is he doing? Is he ok?" he continued trying to change the subject.
"Come in a see by yourself" said Hagrid instantly forgetting his tears, moving away from the door to let Harry in.
Harry smiled at his success in changing the mood of his friend, and went in the hut after the half giant hoping that the small silver wolf was ok.
In the hut it was chaos. The place looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Peaces of broken plates, cups, and saucers were thrown everywhere. The curtains that once were hanging on the small window were torn from its hangings, and there peaces were spared on the floor. The furnisher was all scratched and Hagrid's bed had all the sheets on the floor. Feathers from Hagrid's pillow were flying everywhere, and a tick layer of flower covered everything. In the middle of all this was the small silver wolf. He was covered in flower and fathers, and was struggling with a sock grueling at it.
"Did he do this?" asked Harry a bit warred.
"Yeah, all by 'imself" replayed the half giant "'e was a bit lost when 'e woke up. But now 'e seems to 'ave calmed down"
Harry could only nod. 'How am I going to keep him from destroying the common room' thought Harry 'Mr. Harry Potter what have you put your self in this time' he thought. Then the flower-covered puppy noticed Harry and stopped struggling with the sock and moved to him. The puppy lifted himself against Harry's leg, so Harry would pick him up. Harry took the massage and picked the small silver wolf in his arms were it stayed quiet. It was nearly impassible to think that this small pup made the disaster in front of him.
"'Ave yeh found a name for yeh'r little friend yet" asked Hagrid with a smile "'e is yer's now"
Harry thought for a second looking at the small silver wolf in his arms. His black eyes head a mischievous glint in them. His dark Gary fur was covered with flower but Harry could still see some silver strands in it.
"I think silver would suite him," said Harry "what do you think. Do you like it little one?"
The wolf made a moan and lapped Harry's cheek in reply. Harry smiled and hugged his new friend showing him affection. Harry could feel the bound between them getting stronger, and trough it feeling the love sent to him. It was a strange sensation, he was feeling what the wolf was feeling, and some how Harry could understand the wolf.
"I think 'e likes it," said Hagrid who have been watching the seen smiling like a mad men the whole time. All Harry did was nod in affirmation knowing that the wolf did like the name given to him.
Suddenly Harry remembered the disaster that was Hagrid's hut, and silver head the mischievous glint in his eyes back. Harry could swear that some how the small pup had read his mind.
"I'm sorry for this Hagrid" sad Harry giving a disapproving looks at silver "I will help you clean up"
"Don't worry 'arry. Yeh 'ave just came out of the 'ospital wing yeh shouldn't tire yourself" said Hagrid
"I'm ok. Anyway I will be using magic, so don't worry" replayed Harry and Hagrid nodded still smiling at the teenage boy.
That morning Harry stayed the entire time with Hagred. After they cleaned the hut, and with grate difficulty gave silver a bath Hagrid made some tea for them. Silver had too much energy for the likings of a tired Harry, but he couldn't help but to laugh at silver's antiques. Luckily the small pup seemed to know that Harry was feeling tired, and so he didn't do too much damage in the hut.
*
Days passed and the holidays for Harry were coming to an end. In the first few days, after Harry wake up from the accident with the wolf, Harry spent his days in the common room with Silver and Aescul. Not having the strength to do anything else but read the booked he had bout from Knockturn alley and some he had borrowed from the restricted section. Having the key of the library gave him some privileges, but he tried to keep it secret from the other inhabitants of the castle.
Harry soon recovered from his lack of energy and started to go out of the common room and explore the castle as he head planed, followed closely by his new friend Silver. After a week Harry was starting to notes the change that the binding head left in him. Now he could see normally without the aide of glasses, and his eyesight was as perfect in the dark as in the light. His hearing was improving as well and now he had a new level of hearing. His sense of smell was changing as well. Now he could smell scents miters away from him, this annoyed him a bit especially when he had to go to a particular class in the dungeons. Then there was his physical changes. After he recovered from his lack of energy, his agility head increased like the headmaster had said.
Apart from the long time Harry spent in the library, in the morning Harry kept his running habit, and every day spending more and more time with the blond men to learn how to fight with sword, wile Silver struggled with one of Harry's sock and Aescul enjoying the sun on the windowsill. After he learned the basics Harry was getting good at sward fighting and with his new agility he fund it easy to improve. Unfortunately for Harry, he was going to end up without socks before the first week of school ends.
In the afternoon Harry would study his ancient runs and magical runs, which he was getting good at. He even managed to produce a magical rune on a smooth stone he found near the lake on one of his walks with Hagrid. It wasn't a perfect rune, but it was a good start. The rune was one that symbolized light, and Harry managed to make the smooth stone glow with a dim golden light. This was a different way of enchanting an object. Unlike a charmed object, which the wizard would supply the target with a limited amount of magic, the runs would draw their magic from the surrounding and thus it would be permanent.
Frequently Harry went in the dungeons to work on some potions he wanted to try before school started, surprising the potion master. Most of the potions he worked on where to be studded next term, or ones that weren't on the school curriculum, but Harry didn't care. For once he was working on potions because he wanted to, and he was enjoying it. To Harry's annoyance, every time he went down the dungeons to work on a potion, Professor Snape would come out of his office and move his work in the class room where Harry would be working. Harry didn't mind working when he was there, but he didn't like being watched constantly wile he was working. And Harry couldn't try the potions on the book he bout from Knockturn alley.
Luckily in the evenings Harry could go with Hagrid at Hogsmade and enjoy the evening at the three broomsticks. Madam Rosmerta didn't mind Silver following Harry wherever he went, but when she spotted Aescul around Harry's neck she started complaining about it. Only after Hagrid reassured her that Aescul was perfectly safe and that he will stay around Harry's neck all the time did Madam Rosmerta stop arguing. Even so Harry kept Aescul hidden under his shirt not wonting to have other people fuss about him being a parselmouth
When the teachers began to come back to school from their holidays in the last few days, Harry couldn't do much work in the classrooms anymore. All the teachers had to use the classrooms to prepare for there lessons. So all Harry could do was study in the library. Some times not even there. The librarian had to reorder the library to include some of the books that the students would be using for next term.
In that event Harry would go to Hagrid's hut and ask his friend if he could study there. The kind hearted half giant was quite happy to help Harry and allowing him to stay as much as he wished. Most of the time Hagrid would sit with Harry planning the next term for his own class, and sometimes asking Harry for suggestions.
It also turned out that for the next term professor Dumbledore hired Dr Sylvans as the new defense-against-the-dark-arts teacher. And Harry was starting to hope that nothing would happen to Dr Sylvans if that position was really jinxed as people believed.
*
The evening of September the first fund Harry nervously awaiting the return of the students from their summer holydays. After Cedric's death last term the students seemed to be scared of Harry, as if he had killed Cedrik and came up with the story that Voldemort had returned. Even the ministry of magic seemed to support this theory of the facts that happened that day; obviously the minister had no proof to incriminate Harry. That didn't stop the minister of magic to started calling him a liar no many occasions after the ministry incriminated Rita Skeeter.
Now Harry was waiting to see what will their decision be; if believe Harry that the dark lord had returned, or believe that Harry had killed a student. Harry was hoping that they would believe him. He could live with his gilt accusing him to be a murderer, but not his friend's.
Than, there was his new lycanthrope power. Surly his friends would notice the new powers and he would have to tell them everything. What Harry feared the most was that his friends would abandon him knowing that now, he was some twisted type of lycanthrope.
Few minutes before the students were due to arrive, Harry slowly made his way to the entrance hall to wait for his friends, followed closely by a much bigger silver, and as always Aescul was around his neck hidden from view under his shirt.
That evening he had spent a lot of time in front the mirror trying to hide his silver hair amongst the black, but it was nearly impossible to hide the new change.
When he reached the entrance hall Harry stayed in the shadows to wait for his friends Ron and Hermione. Few minuets later the doors burst open announcing the arrival of the students. Harry kept in the shadows scanning the student's faces as they walked past him. It didn't take him long to spot the two people he wanted to see. Both of them were chatting happily with Ginny and the twins. Ignoring the strange looks he resaved when he left the shadows, Harry walked to his friends.
"Ron!! Hermione!!" called Harry as he moved to them
"Harry! Its good to see you at last" said Hermione running to him and embracing him in to a friendly hug.
When the students that were close to them looked, they gave Harry strange looks and glares. Harry didn't like it but didn't comment on it instantly knowing what was on there thoughts.
"Hay mate how are you? How was the rest of your summer?" asked Ron
"Not bad" replayed Harry "how was yours?" he asked
"It was quite fun actually."started Ron but stopped and looked closely at Harry "hey what happened to your hair?"
All his friends stared at Harry noticing the change in him.
"Oh this!" said Harry passing a hand in his hear trying to hid the silver in it but with no success. "Well it was a kind of an accident, but I will tell you all when we go back to the common room tonight"
"And what is that" said George noticing Silver next to Harry
"That it Silver.the accident," said Harry resaving a growl from Silver "but I will explain later. We better go find a seat before the sorting starts" he said and the rest nodded
The four of them ran to the great hall to find their seats at the Gryffindor table. When they reached their seats and Silver positioned himself under Harry's chair, the doors burst open and professor Mcgonagall entered fallowed closely by a long line of scared-looking first years. Every one in the great hall fell silent, their eyes on the first years watching them group in front of the sorting hat waiting for the unknown test that would determine to which house they belonged.
The whole school waited, then the rip near the hat's brim opened wide like a mouth and the sorting hat burst into song.
*
In times of old when I was new and Hogwarts barely stared The founders of our noble school thought never to be parted: United by a common goal, they head the selfsame yearning, To make the world's best magic school and pass along their learning. 'Together we will build and teach!' the four good friends decided And never did they dream that they might some day be divided, For were there such friends anywhere as Slytherin and Gryfindor? Unless it was the second pair of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw? So how could such friendships fail? Why, I was there and so can tell the whole sad, sorry tale. Said Slytherin 'we'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest' Said Ravenclaw, 'we'll teach those whose intelligence is surest' Said Gryffindor, 'we'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name,' Said Hufflepuff. I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same.' These differences caused little strife when first they came to light, For each of the four founders had a house in which they might Take only those they wanted, so, for instance Slytherin Took only pure-blood wizard's of great cunning, just like him, And only those of sharpest mind were taught by Ravenclaw While the bravest and the boldest went to daring Gryffindor. Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest, and taught them all she knew, Thus the houses and their founders retained friendships firm and true. So Hogwarts worked in harmony for several happy years, Bur then discord crept among us feeding on our faults and fears. The houses that, like pillars four, had once held up our school, Now turned upon each other and, divided, sought to rule. And for a while it seemed the school must meet an early end, What with dueling and with fighting and the clash of friend on friend And at last there came a morning when old Slytherin departed And though the fighting then died out he left us quite downhearted. And never since the founders four were whittled down to three Have the houses been united as they once were meant to be. And now the sorting hat is here and you all know the score: I sort you into houses because that is what I'm for, But this year I'll go further, listen closely to my song: Though condemned I am to split you still I worry that it's wrong, Though I must fulfill my duty and must quarter every year Still I wonder whether sorting may not bring the end I fear. Oh, known the perils, read the signs, the warning history shows, For our Hogwarts is in danger from external, deadly foes And we must unite inside her or we'll crumble from within I have told you, I have warned you. let the sorting now begin.
*
The hat become motionless once more and the applause from the students broke out though it was punctured with muttering and whispers. Students were exchanging remarks with there neighbors.
"That was.err.intrusting," said Ron
"The sorting hat had never given warnings before," said Hermione "it would have been in the Hogwarts a history"
"That is not entirely correct," said Ginny next to Ron "the sorting gave other warnings but it was never recorded as an important fact. Every time trying to unite the four houses"
"This happened before?" asked Ron
Ginny nodded "yeh. It was on some books I read.can't remember the name"
"But why?" Asked Ron
"What can you expect?" said Harry in a whisper so only Ron, Ginny and Hermione could hear him "when every one is in danger, but refuse to see beyond their nose it's the only thing to do. If they can't see the danger, at lest they will be united when it comes"
"I think you have a point there" said Hermione "but an old hat is not enough to destroy the old animosity between the houses. It will take more than that"
"Who wants to be friend with the Slytherin any way?" said Ron suddenly
"Ron!!" said Hermione in a disapproving tone of voice "in times like these we must help each other. No mater if they are Slytherin or Gryffindor. It is very important that we don't fight amongst ourselves in times like this. "
"So you want to fight Death Eater by making friends with their children?" said Ron "some how I don't think it will work Hermione"
Harry didn't hear the rest of the conversation between Ron and Hermione. How could they not see the sines? Every thing was different after last term.after Cedric died. Or was that him that was seeing everything differently. Things were darker. Behind every smiling face, behind every happy atmosphere there was a shadow of terror ready to strike when less you expect it. And Harry could see it, could see its horror were ever he went wile everyone ignored it. It nearly made him sick to see all of them happily joking about tings when someone, somewhere was planning to rip innocent lives. Their own lives.
The song from the sorting hat was a good start, but to take the old hatred between houses, when it head been there from the time of the founders. Something more then a song from an old hat was needed. There was mistrust everywhere, who would be the one to convince them about the trough. Surly not him, when every one considered him a murderer even himself. And with the hardheaded minister, things will go from bad to worst.
Harry was so deep in thoughts that he didn't notice that the sorting was finished and that the food head appeared on the table in front of him.
"Harry! HARRY!!" said Hermione tarring Harry away from his thoughts and looking at her questioningly. "Are you feeling all right? Why aren't you eating any thing? " She asked
"I-I'm ok. was thinking on things. Noting important" said Harry hoping not to worry his friends on his fears. Yes he was afraid. Afraid that he will loose the ones he loved. And that would destroy him utterly.
Harry shook himself and started piling food in his plate. His three friend's gaze was on him, but he ignored them. Harry then passed some food to his friend under his seat and started to eat silently.
The food was as always, magnificent. But something in Harry's meal was wrong.
*
"Hay Ron this pumpkin juice tastes funny," said Harry suddenly half way trough the feast.
Ron looked at him and took a sip from his own goblet "it tastes fine to me" replayed Ron
Not believing Ron's sense of taste was working, Harry took another goblet, filled it with juice from another pitcher, and took a sip but the taste was the same. Ron looked at him with his eyebrows raised. Harry shrugged, and kept on eating dismissing the fact as one of the new changes in him.
"Hey Harry" called Hermione after the desert head appeared on the tables. "It's up to us to take the first years up to the common room"
Harry didn't reapply because His troth was burning and he felt sick all of a sudden.
"Hey what's wrong with you" asked Ron
"I don't feel well" Harry replayed trough gasped of air
"Harry you should tell Madam Pomfrey if your not feeling well" said Hermione
"No it is not that bad" Harry replayed trying to gain his composer "I can go to her afterwards. I'm sorry if I won't help you with the first years Hermione" he continued and Hermione shook her head
"But are you sure Harry. It could be serious," said Ginny with concern in her eyes
"Yeh I'm ok. Don't worry about it" Harry said holding his stomach
Not more then few seconds passed and the pain in his stomach increased and passed through his entire body, and he started to sweat and shiver. Seeing this Hermione got up from her place and went to the teacher's table to, were madam Pomfrey was eating. By the time Hermione returned followed by the matron, Harry was nearly unconscious. All His body was in pain and he was panting heavily trying not to scream it out. It felt like his heart was going to expend in his chest. He couldn't breath, and his vanes felt like they were on fire.
"What happened?" asked the matron rushing on to the sick boy.
"Don't know," replayed Ron "all of a sudden he said he felt sick"
The matron started to check him with various selected spells. When she opened Harry's eyes to check them she gasped.
"This boy had been poisoned," said the panicked matron.
The last thing Harry remembered was the head of house and the headmaster surrounding him and casting some spells on him.
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