Shadows in the rain
Chapter three
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Harry groaned and opened his eyes. His vision was blurry but he could see a person rushing around the room and two persons sitting next to him.
"Ron? Hermione? What happened?" Harry asked in slurry voice.
The persons next to him jumped.
"Oh, you are awake. You gave us quite a fright, passing out like that." A gentle female voice told him.
"Go and get the nurse will you." She prodded the man next to her. Harry's vision was getting clearer and he watched the man, he couldn't make out who it was, skip over to a bulky person and returning with her.
The Bulk bent over him, and examined him.
"How are you feeling? Everything a-ok?"
"Er, my vision is a bit blurry, but I'm just fine." Harry told the Bulk who immediately drew up a potion and poured into a beaker.
"Alrighty, drink this then. No worries if it tastes bad, worse the taste, more effects is what I always say."
She was right in that. This had to be the worst potion he had ever tasted, counting the polyjuice back in second year. He coughed and spluttered, earning a hearty laughter from the nurse.
His vision cleared in moments and he turned to the nurse. The people who had been there when he woke up were gone.
"Oki-doki, come with me then dear and talk to Albus. Your clothes are on the stool here. Just get dressed and we can leave. I'll be waiting just outside." She hurried over to the door and left Harry alone.
He took his time to look around while he dressed in, mind you, some of the weirdest clothing he had ever seen, counting what he had had while at the Dursleys. He was pretty that this wasn't any part of the hospital wing. It was much smaller, and the walls had flowery wallpaper. There were only four beds and no windows. He wondered what had happened to make him pass out and went to meet the nurse outside the door.
She smiled in a way that he thought she must have found kind but made her look like a very menacing frog.
"All righty, lets get going then. Don't pay too much attention to the surroundings, we still don't know who you are so we can't really trust you."
Harry wondered if the nurse was joking, but realized that she probably wasn't.
The whole place was a maze, zigzagging in all directions. They walked down a very long corridor, only to turn right at the end and walk they same way the came, just on the corridor beside the one they came from. Both corridors were empty of everything, including doors.
Harry's head was spinning when they finally came to a stop outside a large brown door with a handle shaped like a fish. The nurse took out her wand and poured some water from it on the fish. The handle turned and the door swung open.
"Oh, dear. Tove, is that you?" The door suddenly opening like that must have startled whoever was in there for he sounded breathless.
Harry looked up at the nurse and saw her turning an interesting shade of red and mutter something under her breath.
She coughed and turned to Harry.
"You go on in sweetums, I have to go back to the treatment centre. You'll behave yourself, and no more passing out like that." She strolled off.
Harry briefly wondered why she used such a fancy word for such a small room as the hospital wing, but he quickly collected his thoughts and went inside to meet the man waiting for him.
The first thing he saw when he came in was a large red and golden something flying at him. He nearly yelled out but realized in time that it was only Fawkes, who had by then made himself comfortable on Harry's shoulder. Harry contemplated that Fawkes must be quite early in his cycle, for usually he was half as big as Harry himself.
"It is quite rare to see Gundi liking someone he just met. I could take that as a sign that you are trustworthy." A familiar voice said and Harry looked up.
He saw his headmaster sitting in a large chair at the end of a long, coarse table, smiling slightly at Harry with his eyes twinkling.
"Erm, who is Gundi, sir?" Harry asked
Albus raised his eyebrows.
"My phoenix, of course. The one who is currently picking at you sleeve."
Harry stared.
"But...But I thought his name was Fawkes? Have you gotten a new phoenix?"
Harry thought that the phoenix had looked rather young, but what would Dumbledore have done with Fawkes then? He looked bewildered from the bird on his shoulder to his now frowning headmaster.
"Fawkes? What- No, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Please sit down so that we can talk better. Would you like some tea? Chocolate or plain biscuits?"
The headmaster didn't wait for an answer, he was immediately in full action, magicking a tablecloth, a tea tray and a candle, making the room suddenly seem much more cosy. Harry went hesitantly and sat down after he had put the phoenix on its perch. He watched as the old man arranged everything he had conjured and poured some tea for both of them. He noted that there were three extra cups on the tray, but didn't pay more attention to them
Dumbledore finally finished his tea making and looked at Harry, smiling and eye-twinkling.
"Help yourself. Now, I want to tell you about this place and what we are doing here, but first I want you to tell me how you got here." He smiled merrily and sipped his tea.
Harry took a chocolate biscuit from the tray. He wasn't quite sure where to start. Things hadn't really gotten weird until he got off the train, so he began there, when he woke up alone and how he hadn't found Ron and Hermione, his strange reception in the castle, about how McGonagall had acted. When he told Dumbledore how surprised he had been when he found that the office had been moved and Riddle was supposedly the headmaster, Dumbledore made a strange noise, but motioned immediately at Harry to continue and was silent through the rest of the story. He furrowed his brow when Harry said he had seen Snape coming around the corner, but he didn't seem surprised at how Snape had reacted. Neither did it seem to move him when he heard how McGonagall and Avery had attacked Harry, but it was there, when Snape port-keyed him out when Harry realized that that was as far as his memory went.
He fell silent and nibbled at his biscuit while Dumbledore was thinking, his eyes a little glazed.
"Yes, that's as far as you remember. You don't remember falling asleep in the train?" Harry shook his head and Dumbledore continued, "I'm not really sure on where to start, it is all very complicated."
There was silence for several minutes. Suddenly, the headmaster spoke up and Harry jumped.
"I just don't know what to do with you. Perhaps, yes, I'll tell you what happened after you got here. You see, you didn't pass out until you got here. You said your name was Harry, right, Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded again.
"And that's where I got confused. You see, I then asked if you were related to Lily and James Potter and you told me they were your parents, but that can't be, as they have no children, and you also told me that they were dead, but the Potters I know are fine and very much alive." He held up a hand to silence Harry, "So I have come to the conclusion that you are not right, as I told you just before you passed out."
Harry's mind filled with dread. What did 'not right' mean? He quickly finished his tea to calm his nerves. The headmaster was right, something was not right here. How Dumbledore spoke, his phoenix and the bizarreness of everything. Suddenly something Dumbledore had said floated up in his mind. His stood quickly up and gaped at the headmaster who was calmly surveying him.
"What do you mean with 'the Potters you know'?" Harry asked in a shaky voice
The headmaster just smiled.
"That was what made me come to the conclusion I made. For, you see, when the Potters I know came, you promptly passed out. And that was two days ago. I think that, for some reason, you have ended up here, instead of your place."
"What do you mean, my place?"
"Well, I'm not sure, perhaps you were using a portkey and something failed, or perhaps it was some other reason," he hesitated, "much bigger."
Harry stared at him.
"Are you saying maybe I died, or was using black-magic? I would never use black magic, and I can't be dead. I can't die yet." Harry was shouting at the headmaster now.
"Of course I don't think you were using the dark arts, if you had then Gundi would have steered very clear of you. Just calm down." Dumbledore said calmly and Harry obeyed and sat down.
Just then the door flew open and a dishevelled man ran in, with his wand aloft.
"Are you all right sir? We heard someone shouting about Dark magic and dying!"
Dumbledore smiled.
"I'm quite all right. Sirius, James and Lily, oh Remus as well then, come sit down with us and have some tea. This is mister Harry Potter."
Harry stared open-mouthed at the group who came in and sat down. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing; three of the people he was seeing were dead. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but then realized that he must really have be dead, and this had been Dumbledores kind way of telling him.
But him and Remus being here must mean that they had really lost the war.
He turned to Dumbledore.
"Sir, I think I understand now. This means Voldemort really has won the war."
To his surprise the group at the table did not nod in sympathy and say how sorry they were. James and Sirius jumped to their feet, wands pointed at him, Lily and Remus stared at him gaping and Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.
"How do you know that name? I thought he was someone to be trusted, not a spy for the 'light side'. No wonder he saw through Severus's invisibility cloak, he has probably been infused with all kinds of dark magic." The-not- Sirius said loudly, his voice icy.
Dumbledore simply took out his wand and unarmed them all. Sirius looked at him sourly, but James went to pick up Lily who was sitting on the floor.
"Be calm all of you. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this." Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Tell me Harry, what do you know of this Voldemort?"
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I hope someone liked it. Please tell me what you think, it's stupid to waste my time on something that, well, you know.
I'm half-way through the next chapter, but I dunno when I finish him, but I am working on it (
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Harry groaned and opened his eyes. His vision was blurry but he could see a person rushing around the room and two persons sitting next to him.
"Ron? Hermione? What happened?" Harry asked in slurry voice.
The persons next to him jumped.
"Oh, you are awake. You gave us quite a fright, passing out like that." A gentle female voice told him.
"Go and get the nurse will you." She prodded the man next to her. Harry's vision was getting clearer and he watched the man, he couldn't make out who it was, skip over to a bulky person and returning with her.
The Bulk bent over him, and examined him.
"How are you feeling? Everything a-ok?"
"Er, my vision is a bit blurry, but I'm just fine." Harry told the Bulk who immediately drew up a potion and poured into a beaker.
"Alrighty, drink this then. No worries if it tastes bad, worse the taste, more effects is what I always say."
She was right in that. This had to be the worst potion he had ever tasted, counting the polyjuice back in second year. He coughed and spluttered, earning a hearty laughter from the nurse.
His vision cleared in moments and he turned to the nurse. The people who had been there when he woke up were gone.
"Oki-doki, come with me then dear and talk to Albus. Your clothes are on the stool here. Just get dressed and we can leave. I'll be waiting just outside." She hurried over to the door and left Harry alone.
He took his time to look around while he dressed in, mind you, some of the weirdest clothing he had ever seen, counting what he had had while at the Dursleys. He was pretty that this wasn't any part of the hospital wing. It was much smaller, and the walls had flowery wallpaper. There were only four beds and no windows. He wondered what had happened to make him pass out and went to meet the nurse outside the door.
She smiled in a way that he thought she must have found kind but made her look like a very menacing frog.
"All righty, lets get going then. Don't pay too much attention to the surroundings, we still don't know who you are so we can't really trust you."
Harry wondered if the nurse was joking, but realized that she probably wasn't.
The whole place was a maze, zigzagging in all directions. They walked down a very long corridor, only to turn right at the end and walk they same way the came, just on the corridor beside the one they came from. Both corridors were empty of everything, including doors.
Harry's head was spinning when they finally came to a stop outside a large brown door with a handle shaped like a fish. The nurse took out her wand and poured some water from it on the fish. The handle turned and the door swung open.
"Oh, dear. Tove, is that you?" The door suddenly opening like that must have startled whoever was in there for he sounded breathless.
Harry looked up at the nurse and saw her turning an interesting shade of red and mutter something under her breath.
She coughed and turned to Harry.
"You go on in sweetums, I have to go back to the treatment centre. You'll behave yourself, and no more passing out like that." She strolled off.
Harry briefly wondered why she used such a fancy word for such a small room as the hospital wing, but he quickly collected his thoughts and went inside to meet the man waiting for him.
The first thing he saw when he came in was a large red and golden something flying at him. He nearly yelled out but realized in time that it was only Fawkes, who had by then made himself comfortable on Harry's shoulder. Harry contemplated that Fawkes must be quite early in his cycle, for usually he was half as big as Harry himself.
"It is quite rare to see Gundi liking someone he just met. I could take that as a sign that you are trustworthy." A familiar voice said and Harry looked up.
He saw his headmaster sitting in a large chair at the end of a long, coarse table, smiling slightly at Harry with his eyes twinkling.
"Erm, who is Gundi, sir?" Harry asked
Albus raised his eyebrows.
"My phoenix, of course. The one who is currently picking at you sleeve."
Harry stared.
"But...But I thought his name was Fawkes? Have you gotten a new phoenix?"
Harry thought that the phoenix had looked rather young, but what would Dumbledore have done with Fawkes then? He looked bewildered from the bird on his shoulder to his now frowning headmaster.
"Fawkes? What- No, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Please sit down so that we can talk better. Would you like some tea? Chocolate or plain biscuits?"
The headmaster didn't wait for an answer, he was immediately in full action, magicking a tablecloth, a tea tray and a candle, making the room suddenly seem much more cosy. Harry went hesitantly and sat down after he had put the phoenix on its perch. He watched as the old man arranged everything he had conjured and poured some tea for both of them. He noted that there were three extra cups on the tray, but didn't pay more attention to them
Dumbledore finally finished his tea making and looked at Harry, smiling and eye-twinkling.
"Help yourself. Now, I want to tell you about this place and what we are doing here, but first I want you to tell me how you got here." He smiled merrily and sipped his tea.
Harry took a chocolate biscuit from the tray. He wasn't quite sure where to start. Things hadn't really gotten weird until he got off the train, so he began there, when he woke up alone and how he hadn't found Ron and Hermione, his strange reception in the castle, about how McGonagall had acted. When he told Dumbledore how surprised he had been when he found that the office had been moved and Riddle was supposedly the headmaster, Dumbledore made a strange noise, but motioned immediately at Harry to continue and was silent through the rest of the story. He furrowed his brow when Harry said he had seen Snape coming around the corner, but he didn't seem surprised at how Snape had reacted. Neither did it seem to move him when he heard how McGonagall and Avery had attacked Harry, but it was there, when Snape port-keyed him out when Harry realized that that was as far as his memory went.
He fell silent and nibbled at his biscuit while Dumbledore was thinking, his eyes a little glazed.
"Yes, that's as far as you remember. You don't remember falling asleep in the train?" Harry shook his head and Dumbledore continued, "I'm not really sure on where to start, it is all very complicated."
There was silence for several minutes. Suddenly, the headmaster spoke up and Harry jumped.
"I just don't know what to do with you. Perhaps, yes, I'll tell you what happened after you got here. You see, you didn't pass out until you got here. You said your name was Harry, right, Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded again.
"And that's where I got confused. You see, I then asked if you were related to Lily and James Potter and you told me they were your parents, but that can't be, as they have no children, and you also told me that they were dead, but the Potters I know are fine and very much alive." He held up a hand to silence Harry, "So I have come to the conclusion that you are not right, as I told you just before you passed out."
Harry's mind filled with dread. What did 'not right' mean? He quickly finished his tea to calm his nerves. The headmaster was right, something was not right here. How Dumbledore spoke, his phoenix and the bizarreness of everything. Suddenly something Dumbledore had said floated up in his mind. His stood quickly up and gaped at the headmaster who was calmly surveying him.
"What do you mean with 'the Potters you know'?" Harry asked in a shaky voice
The headmaster just smiled.
"That was what made me come to the conclusion I made. For, you see, when the Potters I know came, you promptly passed out. And that was two days ago. I think that, for some reason, you have ended up here, instead of your place."
"What do you mean, my place?"
"Well, I'm not sure, perhaps you were using a portkey and something failed, or perhaps it was some other reason," he hesitated, "much bigger."
Harry stared at him.
"Are you saying maybe I died, or was using black-magic? I would never use black magic, and I can't be dead. I can't die yet." Harry was shouting at the headmaster now.
"Of course I don't think you were using the dark arts, if you had then Gundi would have steered very clear of you. Just calm down." Dumbledore said calmly and Harry obeyed and sat down.
Just then the door flew open and a dishevelled man ran in, with his wand aloft.
"Are you all right sir? We heard someone shouting about Dark magic and dying!"
Dumbledore smiled.
"I'm quite all right. Sirius, James and Lily, oh Remus as well then, come sit down with us and have some tea. This is mister Harry Potter."
Harry stared open-mouthed at the group who came in and sat down. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing; three of the people he was seeing were dead. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but then realized that he must really have be dead, and this had been Dumbledores kind way of telling him.
But him and Remus being here must mean that they had really lost the war.
He turned to Dumbledore.
"Sir, I think I understand now. This means Voldemort really has won the war."
To his surprise the group at the table did not nod in sympathy and say how sorry they were. James and Sirius jumped to their feet, wands pointed at him, Lily and Remus stared at him gaping and Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.
"How do you know that name? I thought he was someone to be trusted, not a spy for the 'light side'. No wonder he saw through Severus's invisibility cloak, he has probably been infused with all kinds of dark magic." The-not- Sirius said loudly, his voice icy.
Dumbledore simply took out his wand and unarmed them all. Sirius looked at him sourly, but James went to pick up Lily who was sitting on the floor.
"Be calm all of you. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this." Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Tell me Harry, what do you know of this Voldemort?"
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I hope someone liked it. Please tell me what you think, it's stupid to waste my time on something that, well, you know.
I'm half-way through the next chapter, but I dunno when I finish him, but I am working on it (