Bring Me To Life
~* So far, only one new reviewer, thanks to Lorelei the Waffle! Sorry about the delay, but I've been heaps busy, been hard to get out chapters of even my favourite fic! Hope you like this one, it's a nice long chapter for you all. *~
Chapter 7 ~ I've Got Work To Do
Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room that Saturday night. He was thinking about Quidditch that day. Ron had almost sustained a rather nasty bludger injury, but had been saved luckily, by his usual dumb luck. Harry had caught the Snitch rather quickly into the match, so that Slytherin wouldn't get the chance to knock any of the Gryffindor players off their brooms.
Hermione and Ron were sitting at the small table by the fire. Ron was teaching Hermione the elements of Wizard Chess. He had promised he'd teach her after she'd fixed his hair. Hermione, however, jumped everytime one of Ron's chess pieces took out one of hers.
Harry gazed into the fire, filled with thoughts, but they had changed from Quidditch, to Gryffindor's Prophecy. He wondered where he would find all these nasty sounding ingredients for the potion. Maybe Snape. . . no, not Snape. Maybe Dumbledore could help. . . no, Harry had the feeling he had to do this on his own, without Hermione, Ron, or anyone for that matter.
~***~
Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking to Transfiguration, casually talking about this potion that Harry needed to make to bring Godric Gryffindor back to life. Harry had a niggling feeling that Voldemort knew something about this whole Prophecy thing. Voldemort had to, the Prophecy WAS half about him. . . but then there was the small issue that Voldemort was unaware of the second half of the Prophecy concerning himself and Harry, so maybe he didn't know about this one.
'Hermione, do you think Voldemort knows about this?' Harry asked her as they arrived at Transfiguration. Hermione turned to face Harry.
'I don't know Harry, I have a feeling he might suspect something, and he may have a spy in Hogwarts, like he did in our fourth year.' She said. Harry had obviously caused her to go into deep thoughts, because she didn't speak for the whole Transfiguration lesson, even though Professor McGonagall asked on her a few times.
'Miss Granger! Five points from Gryffindor, I would expect you to pay attention in class in future.' Professor McGonagall spoke rather loudly right in front of Hermione's desk. Hermione snapped suddenly out of her thoughts, and muttered a quick apology, before going back to turning her can into a crow.
'Hermione,' Harry whispered when McGonagall had wandered over to the other side of the classroom.
'Sorry, I was thinking about the –' Hermione began, but Harry cut her off.
'I know what you were thinking about Hermione, I just feel that I should do this alone, you know. The Prophecy was made for me, not me and you and Ron.' Harry said. This caused Hermione to get an offended look and not speak to Harry for the entire end of Transfiguration.
~***~
Harry and Ron were under the Invisibility Cloak on their way to the restricted section in the library that night. Hermione had refused point blank to go with them after what Harry had said to her in Transfiguration earlier on that day. Ron was annoyed at this, because it meant more research for him to handle than normal.
'You couldn't have just let Hermione help, could you Harry? You just had to go and say that to her.' Ron grumbled as they entered the Library.
'She would have taken over Ron, and I couldn't let that happen, because I'm the person Godric's Prophecy is all about, and I have to make the potion and bring him back to life.' Harry said, scanning some shelves in the massive Library.
'So? You still could have made the potion, and said the incantation, she would have let you do it yourself.' Ron said, as he and Harry separated to cover more shelves.
'Don't worry about it Ron.'
'So why are you letting, no, MAKING me help? You said not only that it had nothing to do with Hermione, but also that it had nothing to do with me? Yet you're still getting me to come down to the Library at midnight and help you research this Prophecy. I don't get it.' Ron said, skimming his fingers over a shelf of books, scanning the titles.
'I can't research it all by myself Ron, but I'm sure I'll be able to manage the potion myself, and you won't get offended when I ask that I do it myself.' Harry replied simply. Ron looked at him with a strange expression on his face.
'So you're saying I don't care about this whole thing?' Ron fumed.
'No, no no, that's not it at all, I'm just saying that you and Hermione are two different people.' Harry stated quickly.
'Oh.'
A few minutes of silence passed, then, after what seemed like hours, Ron walked over to Harry with a large, musty book in his hand.
'Harry, here's the potion. I found it. All the ingredients are here, not just a few, and the proper incantation, spell and everything. It's all in here.' Ron dropped the book on the table nearest to them, and Harry examined it.
Godric Gryffindor's Prophecy
Exactly one thousand years after Gryffindor's death, an extremely powerful wizard in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will hold the power to resurrect the famous Godric Gryffindor.
Potion Ingredients
1 Pure Golden Cauldron
1 Armadillo Bile
2 Wolfsbane branches
1 Drop of Blood from a TRUE Gryffindor
3 Ancient Egyptian Scarab Shells
2 Grindylow Eye Balls from Two Different Grindylows
1 Drop of Blood from the Heir of Slytherin
1 Human Sacrifice from Gryffindor
1 Large Tooth From A Hungarian Horntail
1 Chinese Fireball Egg
4 Acromantula Hairs
2 Billywigs
5 Doxies
1 Quintaped Foot
Procedure
Fill Pure Golden Cauldron with boiling water, let it cool down before adding any ingredients.
When water has cooled, Shred Wolfsbane Branches and add one strip at a time, and then stir. You should have had twelve strips all up.
Add one drop of blood from a Pure Gryffindor, the potion should turn murky Brown. Leave potion untouched in shade for 3 days, exactly 62 hours
Grind the Armadillo Bile and add three pinches of it to the potion. This will cause the potion to bubble over, this is normal and if it doesn't occur the potion must be re-started.
Without crushing the Scarab Shells, add them, one at a time, to the potion. Should cause it to change into a brilliant greenish colour.
The two Grindylow eyes are to be added at exactly the same time. If one eye hits the surface before the other, the potion will turn jet black and be useless. If added correctly, the potion will turn deep purple. Leave for a month in the shade, and potion shall turn pink to let you know when it's ready for the next stage.
Use the tooth from the Hungarian Horntail to stir the potion, it should melt into the potion after half an hour of stirring, and potion will turn grey. Leave for another month.
When the potion bubbles vigorously, it is time for the Chinese Fireball Egg to be added. Crack open the egg and empty it's contents into the Cauldron. This should cause the potion to stop bubbling, meaning it is so far successful. If the bubbling continues, a new potion will have to be started from scratch. Another month must pass before altering the potion. It should be a nice bright blue colour before proceeding to the next phase.
Add the Acromantula hairs and the live Billywig. The potion should still be bright blue, and no change should have occurred. These ingredients must settle for a whole week, causing the potion to eventually turn deep red.
Kill the five Doxies, one at a time, not killing the next one before adding the first one to the potion. Example; Kill, then add, kill then add. . . etc. Three days should be allowed to pass before progressing to the next step. No change should occur with the potion.
Finally, the Quintaped Foot. Gently ease it into the potion, causing the final result of a bright orange potion. The potion is ready.
Human Sacrifice
Two days after the potion is ready, a true Gryffindor must die. They must have a dagger into their heart. When they are dead, lay their body on a stone table. Pour the potion over the body from head to toe, covering every inch of the body. When this is accomplished, recite the incantation.
Incantation
Spirits of the Dead, Spirits of the Damned, hear my cries, accept this human sacrifice and bring Godric, BRING GODRIC! He must leave the Spirit World and return to us. Bring Godirc, he must return to defeat the Heir of Slytherin, who had forsaken many. Spirits of the Dead, Spirits of the Damned, BRING GODRIC!
Spell
Wave wand over body, and say the words:
"Enchantio Spiritus"
Finished Product
Godric Gryffindor will be returned, to the body of the sacrifice, but he will appear to look as he looked over one thousand years ago.
Gryffindor must fulfil his Prophecy by defeating the evil Heir of Slytherin. If he fails, then the world is doomed to the un-defeatable power of the Dark Lord.
~***~
Harry slammed the book shut. Ron gaped at the now closed, musty book.
'Harry. . . I thought YOU had to kill You-Know-Who?' He asked.
'I don't know Ron, maybe it's destined that Voldemort –' Ron flinched '- is to kill me, and then Gryffindor has to go and kill him?' Harry wondered out loud.
'This is not a good sign.' Ron said.
'Who cares. This is meant to be, so I have to do it.' Harry said.
'But Harry, how are you going to get a Quintaped Foot? They're only found on the Isle of Drear off the coast of Scotland, and they are extremely dangerous!' Ron said, seemingly increasing his worries.
'We'll just have to find a way to get to the Isle of Drear then won't we Ron?' Harry said. 'By the way, did you find this book in the Restricted Section?'
'No, actually.' Ron mused. 'It was sort of, well, trying to push me away from finding it. I don't think it wanted to be found by me.'
'Hmm, that means we can borrow it out, doesn't it?' Harry said.
'I guess so.'
'Well, okay, we'll come back in the morning and borrow it out.' Harry said, placing the book back into a shelf.
As the pair of Gryffindor's were leaving the Library, Ron suddenly get extremely scared.
'Harry, it said that you need a True Gryffindor Human Sacrifice?' Ron said, he trembled beside Harry.
~***~
Hermione was asleep in the Gryffindor Common Room when the boys got back from their night adventure to the Library. Harry shook off the Invisibility Cloak and walked over to Hermione.
He shook her shoulders roughly so that she would wake up.
'Huh?' Hermione grumbled. 'Oh, Harry, Ron.' She said dully.
'Um, Hermione, you weren't waiting up for us were you?' Harry asked.
'Of corse not! I just must have fallen asleep on the couch, that's all.' She said, clearly lying.
'Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said before, you know, in Transfiguration. I really do feel I'm going to need all the help I can get on this one.' Harry said.
'Let me guess, you found the real Potion and everything?' Hermione guessed correctly, and Harry nodded.
'I'm going up to bed now, Night.' Ron said, leaving the two friends alone in the Gryffindor Common Room.
'Harry, I'm sorry for how I reacted about the Potion thing.' Hermione said, looking ashamed of herself.
'Don't worry about it Hermione, it's okay now, so we, you me and Ron, can all work on this together, just like we work on every other obstacle that we come across. We'll get through this Hermione.' Harry said, not having the heart to tell her about the human sacrifice that had to be made in order for the potion to work.
'Thanks Harry. I'm off to bed too.' She said, kissing Harry on the cheek, and heading up the girls staircase.
Harry was dumbstruck. Hermione had actually kissed him on the cheek! He touched the spot she had kissed him, before going up to bed himself.
Lying in bed, Harry failed to notice the absence of Neville's usual snores in his deep thoughts of Gryffindor's Prophecy.
~***~
'My Lord, I do believe that Harry Potter has found out about Gryffindor's Prophecy, and is planning on making that Potion, in belief that HE is the one to do it.' A short, fat, balding man known as Wormtail said.
'Ahh, I see. Harry Potter believes that HE is the one . . . this is most curious. Why does he think he's the one to bring back old Gryffindor?' The Heir of Slytherin said slyly, quite obviously knowing something Harry was unaware of.
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~* I'm so sorry that chapter took me so long to get out, but firstly, I've been busy with school, secondly, fanfiction.net has been down for a while, and I am still having no easy access to it. . . and thirdly, it's hard to write 4 fics all at once when they are all reaching good parts which take a while to write! Hope you forgive me! Please review and tell me what you think of my story. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* So far, only one new reviewer, thanks to Lorelei the Waffle! Sorry about the delay, but I've been heaps busy, been hard to get out chapters of even my favourite fic! Hope you like this one, it's a nice long chapter for you all. *~
Chapter 7 ~ I've Got Work To Do
Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room that Saturday night. He was thinking about Quidditch that day. Ron had almost sustained a rather nasty bludger injury, but had been saved luckily, by his usual dumb luck. Harry had caught the Snitch rather quickly into the match, so that Slytherin wouldn't get the chance to knock any of the Gryffindor players off their brooms.
Hermione and Ron were sitting at the small table by the fire. Ron was teaching Hermione the elements of Wizard Chess. He had promised he'd teach her after she'd fixed his hair. Hermione, however, jumped everytime one of Ron's chess pieces took out one of hers.
Harry gazed into the fire, filled with thoughts, but they had changed from Quidditch, to Gryffindor's Prophecy. He wondered where he would find all these nasty sounding ingredients for the potion. Maybe Snape. . . no, not Snape. Maybe Dumbledore could help. . . no, Harry had the feeling he had to do this on his own, without Hermione, Ron, or anyone for that matter.
~***~
Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking to Transfiguration, casually talking about this potion that Harry needed to make to bring Godric Gryffindor back to life. Harry had a niggling feeling that Voldemort knew something about this whole Prophecy thing. Voldemort had to, the Prophecy WAS half about him. . . but then there was the small issue that Voldemort was unaware of the second half of the Prophecy concerning himself and Harry, so maybe he didn't know about this one.
'Hermione, do you think Voldemort knows about this?' Harry asked her as they arrived at Transfiguration. Hermione turned to face Harry.
'I don't know Harry, I have a feeling he might suspect something, and he may have a spy in Hogwarts, like he did in our fourth year.' She said. Harry had obviously caused her to go into deep thoughts, because she didn't speak for the whole Transfiguration lesson, even though Professor McGonagall asked on her a few times.
'Miss Granger! Five points from Gryffindor, I would expect you to pay attention in class in future.' Professor McGonagall spoke rather loudly right in front of Hermione's desk. Hermione snapped suddenly out of her thoughts, and muttered a quick apology, before going back to turning her can into a crow.
'Hermione,' Harry whispered when McGonagall had wandered over to the other side of the classroom.
'Sorry, I was thinking about the –' Hermione began, but Harry cut her off.
'I know what you were thinking about Hermione, I just feel that I should do this alone, you know. The Prophecy was made for me, not me and you and Ron.' Harry said. This caused Hermione to get an offended look and not speak to Harry for the entire end of Transfiguration.
~***~
Harry and Ron were under the Invisibility Cloak on their way to the restricted section in the library that night. Hermione had refused point blank to go with them after what Harry had said to her in Transfiguration earlier on that day. Ron was annoyed at this, because it meant more research for him to handle than normal.
'You couldn't have just let Hermione help, could you Harry? You just had to go and say that to her.' Ron grumbled as they entered the Library.
'She would have taken over Ron, and I couldn't let that happen, because I'm the person Godric's Prophecy is all about, and I have to make the potion and bring him back to life.' Harry said, scanning some shelves in the massive Library.
'So? You still could have made the potion, and said the incantation, she would have let you do it yourself.' Ron said, as he and Harry separated to cover more shelves.
'Don't worry about it Ron.'
'So why are you letting, no, MAKING me help? You said not only that it had nothing to do with Hermione, but also that it had nothing to do with me? Yet you're still getting me to come down to the Library at midnight and help you research this Prophecy. I don't get it.' Ron said, skimming his fingers over a shelf of books, scanning the titles.
'I can't research it all by myself Ron, but I'm sure I'll be able to manage the potion myself, and you won't get offended when I ask that I do it myself.' Harry replied simply. Ron looked at him with a strange expression on his face.
'So you're saying I don't care about this whole thing?' Ron fumed.
'No, no no, that's not it at all, I'm just saying that you and Hermione are two different people.' Harry stated quickly.
'Oh.'
A few minutes of silence passed, then, after what seemed like hours, Ron walked over to Harry with a large, musty book in his hand.
'Harry, here's the potion. I found it. All the ingredients are here, not just a few, and the proper incantation, spell and everything. It's all in here.' Ron dropped the book on the table nearest to them, and Harry examined it.
Godric Gryffindor's Prophecy
Exactly one thousand years after Gryffindor's death, an extremely powerful wizard in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will hold the power to resurrect the famous Godric Gryffindor.
Potion Ingredients
1 Pure Golden Cauldron
1 Armadillo Bile
2 Wolfsbane branches
1 Drop of Blood from a TRUE Gryffindor
3 Ancient Egyptian Scarab Shells
2 Grindylow Eye Balls from Two Different Grindylows
1 Drop of Blood from the Heir of Slytherin
1 Human Sacrifice from Gryffindor
1 Large Tooth From A Hungarian Horntail
1 Chinese Fireball Egg
4 Acromantula Hairs
2 Billywigs
5 Doxies
1 Quintaped Foot
Procedure
Fill Pure Golden Cauldron with boiling water, let it cool down before adding any ingredients.
When water has cooled, Shred Wolfsbane Branches and add one strip at a time, and then stir. You should have had twelve strips all up.
Add one drop of blood from a Pure Gryffindor, the potion should turn murky Brown. Leave potion untouched in shade for 3 days, exactly 62 hours
Grind the Armadillo Bile and add three pinches of it to the potion. This will cause the potion to bubble over, this is normal and if it doesn't occur the potion must be re-started.
Without crushing the Scarab Shells, add them, one at a time, to the potion. Should cause it to change into a brilliant greenish colour.
The two Grindylow eyes are to be added at exactly the same time. If one eye hits the surface before the other, the potion will turn jet black and be useless. If added correctly, the potion will turn deep purple. Leave for a month in the shade, and potion shall turn pink to let you know when it's ready for the next stage.
Use the tooth from the Hungarian Horntail to stir the potion, it should melt into the potion after half an hour of stirring, and potion will turn grey. Leave for another month.
When the potion bubbles vigorously, it is time for the Chinese Fireball Egg to be added. Crack open the egg and empty it's contents into the Cauldron. This should cause the potion to stop bubbling, meaning it is so far successful. If the bubbling continues, a new potion will have to be started from scratch. Another month must pass before altering the potion. It should be a nice bright blue colour before proceeding to the next phase.
Add the Acromantula hairs and the live Billywig. The potion should still be bright blue, and no change should have occurred. These ingredients must settle for a whole week, causing the potion to eventually turn deep red.
Kill the five Doxies, one at a time, not killing the next one before adding the first one to the potion. Example; Kill, then add, kill then add. . . etc. Three days should be allowed to pass before progressing to the next step. No change should occur with the potion.
Finally, the Quintaped Foot. Gently ease it into the potion, causing the final result of a bright orange potion. The potion is ready.
Human Sacrifice
Two days after the potion is ready, a true Gryffindor must die. They must have a dagger into their heart. When they are dead, lay their body on a stone table. Pour the potion over the body from head to toe, covering every inch of the body. When this is accomplished, recite the incantation.
Incantation
Spirits of the Dead, Spirits of the Damned, hear my cries, accept this human sacrifice and bring Godric, BRING GODRIC! He must leave the Spirit World and return to us. Bring Godirc, he must return to defeat the Heir of Slytherin, who had forsaken many. Spirits of the Dead, Spirits of the Damned, BRING GODRIC!
Spell
Wave wand over body, and say the words:
"Enchantio Spiritus"
Finished Product
Godric Gryffindor will be returned, to the body of the sacrifice, but he will appear to look as he looked over one thousand years ago.
Gryffindor must fulfil his Prophecy by defeating the evil Heir of Slytherin. If he fails, then the world is doomed to the un-defeatable power of the Dark Lord.
~***~
Harry slammed the book shut. Ron gaped at the now closed, musty book.
'Harry. . . I thought YOU had to kill You-Know-Who?' He asked.
'I don't know Ron, maybe it's destined that Voldemort –' Ron flinched '- is to kill me, and then Gryffindor has to go and kill him?' Harry wondered out loud.
'This is not a good sign.' Ron said.
'Who cares. This is meant to be, so I have to do it.' Harry said.
'But Harry, how are you going to get a Quintaped Foot? They're only found on the Isle of Drear off the coast of Scotland, and they are extremely dangerous!' Ron said, seemingly increasing his worries.
'We'll just have to find a way to get to the Isle of Drear then won't we Ron?' Harry said. 'By the way, did you find this book in the Restricted Section?'
'No, actually.' Ron mused. 'It was sort of, well, trying to push me away from finding it. I don't think it wanted to be found by me.'
'Hmm, that means we can borrow it out, doesn't it?' Harry said.
'I guess so.'
'Well, okay, we'll come back in the morning and borrow it out.' Harry said, placing the book back into a shelf.
As the pair of Gryffindor's were leaving the Library, Ron suddenly get extremely scared.
'Harry, it said that you need a True Gryffindor Human Sacrifice?' Ron said, he trembled beside Harry.
~***~
Hermione was asleep in the Gryffindor Common Room when the boys got back from their night adventure to the Library. Harry shook off the Invisibility Cloak and walked over to Hermione.
He shook her shoulders roughly so that she would wake up.
'Huh?' Hermione grumbled. 'Oh, Harry, Ron.' She said dully.
'Um, Hermione, you weren't waiting up for us were you?' Harry asked.
'Of corse not! I just must have fallen asleep on the couch, that's all.' She said, clearly lying.
'Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said before, you know, in Transfiguration. I really do feel I'm going to need all the help I can get on this one.' Harry said.
'Let me guess, you found the real Potion and everything?' Hermione guessed correctly, and Harry nodded.
'I'm going up to bed now, Night.' Ron said, leaving the two friends alone in the Gryffindor Common Room.
'Harry, I'm sorry for how I reacted about the Potion thing.' Hermione said, looking ashamed of herself.
'Don't worry about it Hermione, it's okay now, so we, you me and Ron, can all work on this together, just like we work on every other obstacle that we come across. We'll get through this Hermione.' Harry said, not having the heart to tell her about the human sacrifice that had to be made in order for the potion to work.
'Thanks Harry. I'm off to bed too.' She said, kissing Harry on the cheek, and heading up the girls staircase.
Harry was dumbstruck. Hermione had actually kissed him on the cheek! He touched the spot she had kissed him, before going up to bed himself.
Lying in bed, Harry failed to notice the absence of Neville's usual snores in his deep thoughts of Gryffindor's Prophecy.
~***~
'My Lord, I do believe that Harry Potter has found out about Gryffindor's Prophecy, and is planning on making that Potion, in belief that HE is the one to do it.' A short, fat, balding man known as Wormtail said.
'Ahh, I see. Harry Potter believes that HE is the one . . . this is most curious. Why does he think he's the one to bring back old Gryffindor?' The Heir of Slytherin said slyly, quite obviously knowing something Harry was unaware of.
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~* I'm so sorry that chapter took me so long to get out, but firstly, I've been busy with school, secondly, fanfiction.net has been down for a while, and I am still having no easy access to it. . . and thirdly, it's hard to write 4 fics all at once when they are all reaching good parts which take a while to write! Hope you forgive me! Please review and tell me what you think of my story. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~