Gryffindor's Prophecy
~* Hey guys, sorry for the sudden title change (this fic used to be called Bring Me To Life), but I did some research, and a lot of fic's are called Bring Me To Life, most likely because of the Evanescence song. . . So anyway, I changed the name. Hope you don't mind! *~
Chapter 11 ~ Reasons
'Harry.' Professor Dumbledore said gently. Harry looked at Dumbledore, with a look of pain in his eyes.
'Yes Professor?' Harry winced in pain.
'I would like you to explain to me what happened right before your scar began to burn.' Professor Dumbledore said to Harry.
Harry pulled himself into a sitting position so that he could have one of his usual long talks with Dumbledore, of which usually occurred right there, in the hospital wing. These talks usually consisted of Harry telling Dumbledore what happened, and Dumbledore listening, and only putting in his comments at the very end. Harry took a deep breath before telling Dumbledore what he saw in the dungeons.
'Well, to be blunt with you Professor, Hermione and I were in the Dungeons trying to get some potion ingredients for an, um, extra curriculum potion we are working on to try to improve our Potions Grades.' Harry began. Dumbledore didn't look convinced of this excuse, but he said nothing. 'Well, anyway, Hermione had gone into Professor Snape's office to get the ingredients we needed. Oh Professor, please don't get angry at her!' Harry studied Dumbledore's face, searching for a sign that the headmaster disapproved of his and Hermione's actions. When he found nothing, Harry continued. 'While we were in the Dungeons, I had a premonition that I was being murdered by Lord Voldemort. You don't think that will come true, do you?' Harry started shaking.
'I do not believe that your premonition will come close to being true Harry.' Dumbledore said. 'However, it is the Prophecy which states that either you or Voldemort will die by the other's wand.' Dumbledore continued. 'So that outcome is quite possible. You just have to keep your wits about you, and complete the spell you have been working on.' Dumbledore winked at Harry and left the Hospital Wing.
Harry lay in his Hospital bed and wondered how Dumbledore could possibly know about the spell he, Ron and Hermione were working on at the time.
~***~
It was a good two weeks before Harry was allowed out of the Hospital Wing. In that time Hermione and Ron had brought Harry lots of things to take his mind off his premonition.
When Harry finally got out of the hospital wing, Hermione rushed up to him in the Gryffindor Common Room and greeted him with a big hug.
'We've all missed you around here Harry.' She said. 'Ron and I haven't started looking for any other ingredients either, we decided to wait for you to come back.' Hermione added in a voice that only Harry could hear.
'Thanks Hermione.' Harry said. He let go of his friend, and glanced at the Grindylows, which were making quite a lot of noise.
'Do you think maybe we should move them to our dormitory?' Ron asked, coming over to Harry and Hermione.
'That might be wise.' Harry said.
The next hour was spent moving the Grindylows up the staircase and into Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus's room. The Grindylow's wouldn't be quiet either, and the three friends aquired quite an audience shifting the pests.
Hermione also took the other ingredients up to Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus's room, to keep them from prying eyes.
Once the ingredients were out of sight, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down in their usual armchairs by the Gryffindor fireplace to discuss which ingredients they could get next.
'I say we get the Doxies and Billywigs next.' Ron said, looking at a piece of parchment on which he had written the ingredients. He had crossed out the cauldron, the Armadillo Bile, the Wolfsbane Branches, The Grindylow Eyeballs, and the Acromantula hairs, leaving the Drop of blood from a true Gryffindor, the Ancient Egyptian Scarab Shells, The drop of blood from the heir of Slytherin, the tooth from the Hungarian Horntail, the Chinese Fireball egg, the Billywigs, the Doxies and the Quintaped Foot.
'I think that would be our best bet.' Hermione said, agreeing with Ron. Ron looked dumbstricken with the fact that Hermione was agreeing with him for a change. She usually dismissed his ideas quickly.
'We might be able to get the Doxies from number twelve Grimmauld Place, Sirius's old house.' Harry said, remembering the time when him, Ron and Hermione had to help clean out the house of pests.
'That's true.' Hermione mused. 'We can also see if there are some Billywigs in the manor as well, it wouldn't surprise me.'
'Okay then, it's settled. We'll go this weekend, instead of going to Hogsmeade.' Harry said, remembering that it was a Hogsmeade weekend, and it wouldn't look suspicious that the three of them weren't in the castle.
'Yes, go on a Hogsmeade weekend, that's a good idea.' Hermione said to no one inparticular.
'But I really wanted to go to Hogsmeade this weekend! Fred and George are going to be there advertising for their shop in Diagon Alley.' Ron argued.
'We'll just have to catch up with your brothers some other time, okay Ron?' Harry said. 'This is a small bit more important that seeing Fred and George again.'
'He's right Ron, we can't go to Hogsmeade. This is probably the best opportunity we'll have to leave Hogwarts, and if we don't take it, we might not get another one.' Hermione said matter-of-factly.
'If we don't get another opportunity to leave Hogwarts, then how are we supposed to get the other ingredients?' Ron argued.
'We'll just have to sneak out then won't we. I want to avoid that as much as possible, so we'll take this opportunity this weekend, alright?' Hermione said finally.
'Alright, fine, but you'll have to think up an excuse that we didn't go see Fred and George. They wanted to say hello to us, so you can feel bad about blowing them off.' Ron grumbled.
'Fine. No problem.' Hermione said, thinking of excuses she could tell Fred and George.
~***~
That night, Harry had a dream about his premonition. Voldemort was standing infront of him, and he spoke.
'Harry, that was no coincedence you saw myself murdering you, that happens in the future. I'm quite looking forward to killing you, after all these years!' Voldemort began to laugh loudly.
Harry awoke to the familiar burning pain of his scar. He touched it gingerly and tried desperately to remember what he was dreaming about.
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~* There's the next chapter, I'm really sorry I didn't get it up sooner, but I kept getting sidetracked with other things. I've started a few new stories if you want to check them out. They're all in my Bio! Thanks guys! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hey guys, sorry for the sudden title change (this fic used to be called Bring Me To Life), but I did some research, and a lot of fic's are called Bring Me To Life, most likely because of the Evanescence song. . . So anyway, I changed the name. Hope you don't mind! *~
Chapter 11 ~ Reasons
'Harry.' Professor Dumbledore said gently. Harry looked at Dumbledore, with a look of pain in his eyes.
'Yes Professor?' Harry winced in pain.
'I would like you to explain to me what happened right before your scar began to burn.' Professor Dumbledore said to Harry.
Harry pulled himself into a sitting position so that he could have one of his usual long talks with Dumbledore, of which usually occurred right there, in the hospital wing. These talks usually consisted of Harry telling Dumbledore what happened, and Dumbledore listening, and only putting in his comments at the very end. Harry took a deep breath before telling Dumbledore what he saw in the dungeons.
'Well, to be blunt with you Professor, Hermione and I were in the Dungeons trying to get some potion ingredients for an, um, extra curriculum potion we are working on to try to improve our Potions Grades.' Harry began. Dumbledore didn't look convinced of this excuse, but he said nothing. 'Well, anyway, Hermione had gone into Professor Snape's office to get the ingredients we needed. Oh Professor, please don't get angry at her!' Harry studied Dumbledore's face, searching for a sign that the headmaster disapproved of his and Hermione's actions. When he found nothing, Harry continued. 'While we were in the Dungeons, I had a premonition that I was being murdered by Lord Voldemort. You don't think that will come true, do you?' Harry started shaking.
'I do not believe that your premonition will come close to being true Harry.' Dumbledore said. 'However, it is the Prophecy which states that either you or Voldemort will die by the other's wand.' Dumbledore continued. 'So that outcome is quite possible. You just have to keep your wits about you, and complete the spell you have been working on.' Dumbledore winked at Harry and left the Hospital Wing.
Harry lay in his Hospital bed and wondered how Dumbledore could possibly know about the spell he, Ron and Hermione were working on at the time.
~***~
It was a good two weeks before Harry was allowed out of the Hospital Wing. In that time Hermione and Ron had brought Harry lots of things to take his mind off his premonition.
When Harry finally got out of the hospital wing, Hermione rushed up to him in the Gryffindor Common Room and greeted him with a big hug.
'We've all missed you around here Harry.' She said. 'Ron and I haven't started looking for any other ingredients either, we decided to wait for you to come back.' Hermione added in a voice that only Harry could hear.
'Thanks Hermione.' Harry said. He let go of his friend, and glanced at the Grindylows, which were making quite a lot of noise.
'Do you think maybe we should move them to our dormitory?' Ron asked, coming over to Harry and Hermione.
'That might be wise.' Harry said.
The next hour was spent moving the Grindylows up the staircase and into Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus's room. The Grindylow's wouldn't be quiet either, and the three friends aquired quite an audience shifting the pests.
Hermione also took the other ingredients up to Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus's room, to keep them from prying eyes.
Once the ingredients were out of sight, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down in their usual armchairs by the Gryffindor fireplace to discuss which ingredients they could get next.
'I say we get the Doxies and Billywigs next.' Ron said, looking at a piece of parchment on which he had written the ingredients. He had crossed out the cauldron, the Armadillo Bile, the Wolfsbane Branches, The Grindylow Eyeballs, and the Acromantula hairs, leaving the Drop of blood from a true Gryffindor, the Ancient Egyptian Scarab Shells, The drop of blood from the heir of Slytherin, the tooth from the Hungarian Horntail, the Chinese Fireball egg, the Billywigs, the Doxies and the Quintaped Foot.
'I think that would be our best bet.' Hermione said, agreeing with Ron. Ron looked dumbstricken with the fact that Hermione was agreeing with him for a change. She usually dismissed his ideas quickly.
'We might be able to get the Doxies from number twelve Grimmauld Place, Sirius's old house.' Harry said, remembering the time when him, Ron and Hermione had to help clean out the house of pests.
'That's true.' Hermione mused. 'We can also see if there are some Billywigs in the manor as well, it wouldn't surprise me.'
'Okay then, it's settled. We'll go this weekend, instead of going to Hogsmeade.' Harry said, remembering that it was a Hogsmeade weekend, and it wouldn't look suspicious that the three of them weren't in the castle.
'Yes, go on a Hogsmeade weekend, that's a good idea.' Hermione said to no one inparticular.
'But I really wanted to go to Hogsmeade this weekend! Fred and George are going to be there advertising for their shop in Diagon Alley.' Ron argued.
'We'll just have to catch up with your brothers some other time, okay Ron?' Harry said. 'This is a small bit more important that seeing Fred and George again.'
'He's right Ron, we can't go to Hogsmeade. This is probably the best opportunity we'll have to leave Hogwarts, and if we don't take it, we might not get another one.' Hermione said matter-of-factly.
'If we don't get another opportunity to leave Hogwarts, then how are we supposed to get the other ingredients?' Ron argued.
'We'll just have to sneak out then won't we. I want to avoid that as much as possible, so we'll take this opportunity this weekend, alright?' Hermione said finally.
'Alright, fine, but you'll have to think up an excuse that we didn't go see Fred and George. They wanted to say hello to us, so you can feel bad about blowing them off.' Ron grumbled.
'Fine. No problem.' Hermione said, thinking of excuses she could tell Fred and George.
~***~
That night, Harry had a dream about his premonition. Voldemort was standing infront of him, and he spoke.
'Harry, that was no coincedence you saw myself murdering you, that happens in the future. I'm quite looking forward to killing you, after all these years!' Voldemort began to laugh loudly.
Harry awoke to the familiar burning pain of his scar. He touched it gingerly and tried desperately to remember what he was dreaming about.
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~* There's the next chapter, I'm really sorry I didn't get it up sooner, but I kept getting sidetracked with other things. I've started a few new stories if you want to check them out. They're all in my Bio! Thanks guys! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~