Ok, Chapter Three!!!
My first reviewer--Pakasui-I'll try to make the chapters longer! And Ambrosius Merlinus is correct(for every one who doesn't understand, that's "Merlin"). Were you reading "Merlin" by Norma Lorre Goodrich? 'Cause that's the one I'm using.
Thanks to my bro, who beta-read this for me.
On with the story!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^^^^^^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3-Something unusual happens_________________________________________
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The next morning, Harry woke slowly, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and sat up. He noticed that there had not been any knocking on the door, or yelling from the bottom of the stairs for him to wake.
He got out of bed, dressed, and went downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, and stopped----
Sitting at the kitchen table, calmly waiting, was Albus Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and looking at the ceiling as though there was something quite fascinating posted there. Cowering fearfully in the sitting room, were the Dursleys. Their purpose for cowering was instantaneously obvious to Harry--Alastor Moody stood over them, leering at them with his good eye, his magical eye showing only the white; it had just spun around to notice Harry entering the room, and was now pointing through the back of his head.
"Good morning, Harry! I trust you slept well?" Dumbledore looked at him from over his half-moon glasses. Harry rolled his eyes, pulled some pans from cupboards, and began making breakfast; he really did not feel like talking to Dumbledore at the moment.
He stared contemptibly at the maddening twinkle in the old man's eyes. 'Why the hell is he here? Why won't he leave me alone?'
"I think if you sit down, you may find answers to those questions, Harry." Dumbledore suddenly looked very old, sitting there at the scrubbed kitchen table, swathed in dark robes. Very old, and very tired, as he usually did when about to reveal something to Harry. Harry went and sat down at the table across from the Headmaster.
'Bugger', Harry thought. 'Legillimancy.'
Dumbledore smiled, then sighed. "Harry," he began. "There is no easy way to tell you this-I wonder where I should begin? Perhaps with your parents), and what I first knew of them when they began at Howarts."
Harry sat up, listening intently-he always wanted to know more about his parents-after what he had seen in Snape's pensieve, he had become curious as to why Professor Moody and Sirius had painted James Potter as the coolest person in school, but why he, Harry, had seen a stuck up prick and a girl who hated him(with good reason, he thought).
"James Potter, I knew already-his parents, your grandparents, were quite well known in the wizarding world at the time. Your grandfather, Alexander Potter, was a prominent member of the Ministry, and your grandmother, Ilene, was a renowned Healer.
"Young James stepped off the Howarts Express bright eyed, enraptured with the arrival at the school, and ready to learn(I'm afraid he would lose this as his education progressed-except for the field of Transfiguration, in which he excelled). He was immediately sorted into Gryffindor House. He did not begin his career in pranks until the middle of his second year(hindsight has allowed me to see a certain trend among your father's pranks), when he became friends with a certain Mr. Black.
"Your mother, Lily, on the other hand, was quite an interest-how would this young girl, out of relative obscurity, might cope with the rapidly changing situations around her. Leaving all she had known, for a new life, with new people, had to be intimidating. Let me say, she by far surpassed my expectations-in much the same manner as you did, Harry."
"What do you mean, 'Out of relative obscurity'?" Harry asked, quite confused. Petunia squeaked. "My mother was muggle-born." Here, Dumbledore sighed. He glanced at Petunia, then fixed Harry with a regretful, and apprehensive stare.
"No, Harry, she wasn't."
"What do you mean, 'she wasn't'? Of course she was! You've told me that before! Aunt Petunia is a muggle! And it's highly likely that Hermione would have known, and she would have told me!" Harry began to grow angry, and he began to shout. "Are you hiding something from me?" Harry demanded. "Why the hell would you lie to me? I can't belie--" Here, Harry's voice stopped working. He wheeled around, to see Moody pointing his wand.
"Careful now, Potter," the retired Auror warned. "Becoming emotional can distract you--CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody screamed in Harry's ear.
Dudley cowered behind his father.
Harry looked back at Dumbledore. His hoary head was bowed low, defeated by Harry's words. He looked up slowly, and met Harry's eyes. "Believe me, Harry, I felt your not knowing would be for the best. If you didn't know, then perhaps you might be safe."
"Safe?" Harry echoed. "How could I be safe? Voldemort is after me! He wants to kill me! I'm not safe!!"
"Not from Thomas, Harry."
"Harry, I told you that your mother came from 'relative obscurity'. What I meant was that her relatives were obscure. Your maternal grandfather was Benjamin Evans; his wife, your grandmother, was Hannah Evans-two great Hogwarts alumni, who, for the most part, disappeared. Benjamin became a hermit, studying ancient magicks, while Hannah raised Lily and Petunia.
"During his study, something awoke in Benjamin, something dark and terrible. He began to experiment. He began to alter himself. Through great, and terrible sorcery long forgotten. And then he began to alter things around him. Cherished light became unholy dark. What was once good had become a twisted aberration.
"And then, something happened which no one could have foreseen. Benjamin opened a portal."
"A portal? What kind of portal?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"A portal through time. He created a portal to the past. The distant past, where he set himself up as a great and terrible sorcerer, in the year 504 A.D.
"This should not have happened. He was confronted by the great Merlin, who killed him. Benjamin, your grandfather, called himself "Voldemortist."
"What!?" Harry yelled in surprise.
"'Voldemort' is French for 'Flight of Death', Harry, didn't you know? Benjamin was about to die, when the portal opened.
"Salazar Slytherin studied the writings and works of Voldemortist, and learned the dark magicks. The Rebellion of Slytherin was incited by the knowledge of what had happened, how Benjamin had been killed by Merlin, Slytherin vowed to destroy all muggles and muggle-born wizards, as Merlin's mother was a muggle. Thus, you see, Salazar Slytherin's hatred for muggles.
"Tom Riddle, in researching his ancestor, found this information. He decided to take on the name of his ancestor's mentor; incidentally, Thomas's name could be an anagram for "I am Lord Voldemort."
"I know," Harry told Dumbledore, who looked up in surprise. "He told me that in the Chamber in second year."
"Ahhh. Indeed-Thomas Riddle was always a clever student."
"What does all this mean?" Petunia's voice came from the sofa. Harry jumped. He had forgotten the Dursleys were there. "Why are you here? Why tell all this?"
Vernon, mistaking what his wife meant, began to speak.
"Yes! You come in here, uninvited, unload all this old rubbish on us- Merlin and time travel-and how dare you say such outrageous things such as Petunia's parents were-were-were like-like you!?"
"Because it's true, Vernon," Petunia told him softly. "Now be quiet." She looked back at Dumbledore, waiting for him to answer her questions.
"What occurred-your father traveling through time, and the results- never should have happened. Why, I imagine that had he not been there, Riddle never would have come to power. James and Lily would be alive, and Harry would be with them.
It is my understanding, Harry, that you received a peculiar ring for your birthday, from Ms. Granger?"
Harry, looking astonished at the fact that the headmaster knew, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the ring. "How did you know?" Harry asked.
"You see, Harry, it was not Ms. Granger, but I who sent you the ring. I needed a way to get it inside the house. Because of the wards, the ring could not be carried in by a human. So, I visited Ms. Granger, asked her to write the note, and send it, and the ring, to you. She was, to tell the truth, quite relieved." Dumbledore smiled at Harry's look of surprise. "It seems she was having some trouble finding you a birthday present. She was willing to say she had found the ring. She had been reading a book on Merlin, and so, I believe, added some historical detail to the letter for authenticity."
"But why couldn't you just send it to me?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Because, dear boy, one must receive the ring openly. If I had sent it to you, you would have been suspicious of it, and not accepted it. Thus, it would not have accepted you."
"Accepted me? What do you mean?"
"Look at it."
On the ring, Harry could still see the "A.M." But on the other side, there now read "H.P."
"Harry," Dumbledore began speaking. "You must use this ring to go back in time. Stop Benjamin before he has a chance to put his studies into writing, thus creating a medium by which Slytherin may learn. Bring him to the attention of Ambrosius Merlinus-that is to say, "Merlin"-and convince Merlin to stop Benjamin early on. You must bring Benjamin back to his proper place in time, where he will be dealt with accordingly. You then will travel back to the distant past, and then come forward to the present. I believe you will find things as they should be-when you return, contact me, and I shall let you know--I knew when the timeline changed, and I'll know when it returns."
Harry, who sat dumbfounded, looked up. "Am I going to leave now?" He asked.
"No. You shall receive basic training needed for survival in the past. We have new spells and potions that the inhabitants of that time are yet to discover, but certainly, there are magicks which have been long forgotten. You will be prepared for what to do in any foreseeable eventuality.
"By the way, here are your O.W.L. scores." Dumbledore stood, and handed Harry a thick envelope from inside his robes.
Harry opened it. It said:
"Dear Mr. Potter,
Enclosed are the results of your O.W.L. tests.
Transfiguration
Practical------------O(Outstanding--counts as 2
O.W.L. scores)
Written--------------O(Outstanding--counts as 1
O.W.L. scores)
Charms
Practical------------E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L score)
Written-------------- E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L score)
Astronomy------------Incomplete due to unusual
circumstances
History of Magic
Written--------------A(Acceptable--counts as 1
O.W.L. score)
Potions
Practical------------O(Outstanding--counts as 2
O.W.L. scores)
Written-------------- O(Outstanding--counts as 2
O.W.L. scores
Divination-----------T(Troll--due to teacher incompetence)
Care of Magical
Creatures
Practical------------E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L. score)
Written------------- E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L. score)
Herbology
Practical------------A(Acceptable--counts as 1
O.W.L. score)
Written------------- A(Acceptable--counts as 1
O.W.L. score)
Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have achieved 14 O.W.L.s. Included are a list of subject, based on your career counseling last year, that you need to take to qualify for Auror training.
Advanced Transifiguration Advanced Potions Advanced Herbology Advanced Charms Dueling Poisons and Antidotes Hunting and Tracking Field Healing
Mr. Potter, because of the nature of Headmaster Dumbledore's visit, the textbooks required will be delivered to the castle. Upon returning from your journey, you will need to work hard to catch up.
Prof. M. McGonogall,
Deputy Headmistress."
Harry looked up. While he had been reading, Dumbledore and Moody had disappeared. Sitting on the kitchen table where Dumbledore had been was a note and a small coin.
"Dear Harry,
This coin is a portkey. When you have all of your belongings together, go outside the house. Tap the coin with your wand, and say 'Hogsmeade.' The portkey will take you to Hogsmeade Station, where Hagrid shall be waiting for you.
Albus Dumbledore."
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A/N: Finally, Chapter 3! Please people, review!!!
Come back, and find out what happens!! Next chapter: Harry's training, and then he goes back in time!!! Chapter 4 will be a short one, sorry.
This was 9 pages in Microsoft Word(I'm using Courier)-so I hope this will be longer than the previous chapters.
Please, please, please review!!!!! With your reviews, I can get a moose!!!!! Thanks!
Jerjerodd
My first reviewer--Pakasui-I'll try to make the chapters longer! And Ambrosius Merlinus is correct(for every one who doesn't understand, that's "Merlin"). Were you reading "Merlin" by Norma Lorre Goodrich? 'Cause that's the one I'm using.
Thanks to my bro, who beta-read this for me.
On with the story!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^^^^^^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3-Something unusual happens_________________________________________
-
The next morning, Harry woke slowly, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and sat up. He noticed that there had not been any knocking on the door, or yelling from the bottom of the stairs for him to wake.
He got out of bed, dressed, and went downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, and stopped----
Sitting at the kitchen table, calmly waiting, was Albus Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and looking at the ceiling as though there was something quite fascinating posted there. Cowering fearfully in the sitting room, were the Dursleys. Their purpose for cowering was instantaneously obvious to Harry--Alastor Moody stood over them, leering at them with his good eye, his magical eye showing only the white; it had just spun around to notice Harry entering the room, and was now pointing through the back of his head.
"Good morning, Harry! I trust you slept well?" Dumbledore looked at him from over his half-moon glasses. Harry rolled his eyes, pulled some pans from cupboards, and began making breakfast; he really did not feel like talking to Dumbledore at the moment.
He stared contemptibly at the maddening twinkle in the old man's eyes. 'Why the hell is he here? Why won't he leave me alone?'
"I think if you sit down, you may find answers to those questions, Harry." Dumbledore suddenly looked very old, sitting there at the scrubbed kitchen table, swathed in dark robes. Very old, and very tired, as he usually did when about to reveal something to Harry. Harry went and sat down at the table across from the Headmaster.
'Bugger', Harry thought. 'Legillimancy.'
Dumbledore smiled, then sighed. "Harry," he began. "There is no easy way to tell you this-I wonder where I should begin? Perhaps with your parents), and what I first knew of them when they began at Howarts."
Harry sat up, listening intently-he always wanted to know more about his parents-after what he had seen in Snape's pensieve, he had become curious as to why Professor Moody and Sirius had painted James Potter as the coolest person in school, but why he, Harry, had seen a stuck up prick and a girl who hated him(with good reason, he thought).
"James Potter, I knew already-his parents, your grandparents, were quite well known in the wizarding world at the time. Your grandfather, Alexander Potter, was a prominent member of the Ministry, and your grandmother, Ilene, was a renowned Healer.
"Young James stepped off the Howarts Express bright eyed, enraptured with the arrival at the school, and ready to learn(I'm afraid he would lose this as his education progressed-except for the field of Transfiguration, in which he excelled). He was immediately sorted into Gryffindor House. He did not begin his career in pranks until the middle of his second year(hindsight has allowed me to see a certain trend among your father's pranks), when he became friends with a certain Mr. Black.
"Your mother, Lily, on the other hand, was quite an interest-how would this young girl, out of relative obscurity, might cope with the rapidly changing situations around her. Leaving all she had known, for a new life, with new people, had to be intimidating. Let me say, she by far surpassed my expectations-in much the same manner as you did, Harry."
"What do you mean, 'Out of relative obscurity'?" Harry asked, quite confused. Petunia squeaked. "My mother was muggle-born." Here, Dumbledore sighed. He glanced at Petunia, then fixed Harry with a regretful, and apprehensive stare.
"No, Harry, she wasn't."
"What do you mean, 'she wasn't'? Of course she was! You've told me that before! Aunt Petunia is a muggle! And it's highly likely that Hermione would have known, and she would have told me!" Harry began to grow angry, and he began to shout. "Are you hiding something from me?" Harry demanded. "Why the hell would you lie to me? I can't belie--" Here, Harry's voice stopped working. He wheeled around, to see Moody pointing his wand.
"Careful now, Potter," the retired Auror warned. "Becoming emotional can distract you--CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody screamed in Harry's ear.
Dudley cowered behind his father.
Harry looked back at Dumbledore. His hoary head was bowed low, defeated by Harry's words. He looked up slowly, and met Harry's eyes. "Believe me, Harry, I felt your not knowing would be for the best. If you didn't know, then perhaps you might be safe."
"Safe?" Harry echoed. "How could I be safe? Voldemort is after me! He wants to kill me! I'm not safe!!"
"Not from Thomas, Harry."
"Harry, I told you that your mother came from 'relative obscurity'. What I meant was that her relatives were obscure. Your maternal grandfather was Benjamin Evans; his wife, your grandmother, was Hannah Evans-two great Hogwarts alumni, who, for the most part, disappeared. Benjamin became a hermit, studying ancient magicks, while Hannah raised Lily and Petunia.
"During his study, something awoke in Benjamin, something dark and terrible. He began to experiment. He began to alter himself. Through great, and terrible sorcery long forgotten. And then he began to alter things around him. Cherished light became unholy dark. What was once good had become a twisted aberration.
"And then, something happened which no one could have foreseen. Benjamin opened a portal."
"A portal? What kind of portal?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"A portal through time. He created a portal to the past. The distant past, where he set himself up as a great and terrible sorcerer, in the year 504 A.D.
"This should not have happened. He was confronted by the great Merlin, who killed him. Benjamin, your grandfather, called himself "Voldemortist."
"What!?" Harry yelled in surprise.
"'Voldemort' is French for 'Flight of Death', Harry, didn't you know? Benjamin was about to die, when the portal opened.
"Salazar Slytherin studied the writings and works of Voldemortist, and learned the dark magicks. The Rebellion of Slytherin was incited by the knowledge of what had happened, how Benjamin had been killed by Merlin, Slytherin vowed to destroy all muggles and muggle-born wizards, as Merlin's mother was a muggle. Thus, you see, Salazar Slytherin's hatred for muggles.
"Tom Riddle, in researching his ancestor, found this information. He decided to take on the name of his ancestor's mentor; incidentally, Thomas's name could be an anagram for "I am Lord Voldemort."
"I know," Harry told Dumbledore, who looked up in surprise. "He told me that in the Chamber in second year."
"Ahhh. Indeed-Thomas Riddle was always a clever student."
"What does all this mean?" Petunia's voice came from the sofa. Harry jumped. He had forgotten the Dursleys were there. "Why are you here? Why tell all this?"
Vernon, mistaking what his wife meant, began to speak.
"Yes! You come in here, uninvited, unload all this old rubbish on us- Merlin and time travel-and how dare you say such outrageous things such as Petunia's parents were-were-were like-like you!?"
"Because it's true, Vernon," Petunia told him softly. "Now be quiet." She looked back at Dumbledore, waiting for him to answer her questions.
"What occurred-your father traveling through time, and the results- never should have happened. Why, I imagine that had he not been there, Riddle never would have come to power. James and Lily would be alive, and Harry would be with them.
It is my understanding, Harry, that you received a peculiar ring for your birthday, from Ms. Granger?"
Harry, looking astonished at the fact that the headmaster knew, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the ring. "How did you know?" Harry asked.
"You see, Harry, it was not Ms. Granger, but I who sent you the ring. I needed a way to get it inside the house. Because of the wards, the ring could not be carried in by a human. So, I visited Ms. Granger, asked her to write the note, and send it, and the ring, to you. She was, to tell the truth, quite relieved." Dumbledore smiled at Harry's look of surprise. "It seems she was having some trouble finding you a birthday present. She was willing to say she had found the ring. She had been reading a book on Merlin, and so, I believe, added some historical detail to the letter for authenticity."
"But why couldn't you just send it to me?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Because, dear boy, one must receive the ring openly. If I had sent it to you, you would have been suspicious of it, and not accepted it. Thus, it would not have accepted you."
"Accepted me? What do you mean?"
"Look at it."
On the ring, Harry could still see the "A.M." But on the other side, there now read "H.P."
"Harry," Dumbledore began speaking. "You must use this ring to go back in time. Stop Benjamin before he has a chance to put his studies into writing, thus creating a medium by which Slytherin may learn. Bring him to the attention of Ambrosius Merlinus-that is to say, "Merlin"-and convince Merlin to stop Benjamin early on. You must bring Benjamin back to his proper place in time, where he will be dealt with accordingly. You then will travel back to the distant past, and then come forward to the present. I believe you will find things as they should be-when you return, contact me, and I shall let you know--I knew when the timeline changed, and I'll know when it returns."
Harry, who sat dumbfounded, looked up. "Am I going to leave now?" He asked.
"No. You shall receive basic training needed for survival in the past. We have new spells and potions that the inhabitants of that time are yet to discover, but certainly, there are magicks which have been long forgotten. You will be prepared for what to do in any foreseeable eventuality.
"By the way, here are your O.W.L. scores." Dumbledore stood, and handed Harry a thick envelope from inside his robes.
Harry opened it. It said:
"Dear Mr. Potter,
Enclosed are the results of your O.W.L. tests.
Transfiguration
Practical------------O(Outstanding--counts as 2
O.W.L. scores)
Written--------------O(Outstanding--counts as 1
O.W.L. scores)
Charms
Practical------------E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L score)
Written-------------- E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L score)
Astronomy------------Incomplete due to unusual
circumstances
History of Magic
Written--------------A(Acceptable--counts as 1
O.W.L. score)
Potions
Practical------------O(Outstanding--counts as 2
O.W.L. scores)
Written-------------- O(Outstanding--counts as 2
O.W.L. scores
Divination-----------T(Troll--due to teacher incompetence)
Care of Magical
Creatures
Practical------------E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L. score)
Written------------- E(Exceeds Expectations--
counts as 1 O.W.L. score)
Herbology
Practical------------A(Acceptable--counts as 1
O.W.L. score)
Written------------- A(Acceptable--counts as 1
O.W.L. score)
Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have achieved 14 O.W.L.s. Included are a list of subject, based on your career counseling last year, that you need to take to qualify for Auror training.
Advanced Transifiguration Advanced Potions Advanced Herbology Advanced Charms Dueling Poisons and Antidotes Hunting and Tracking Field Healing
Mr. Potter, because of the nature of Headmaster Dumbledore's visit, the textbooks required will be delivered to the castle. Upon returning from your journey, you will need to work hard to catch up.
Prof. M. McGonogall,
Deputy Headmistress."
Harry looked up. While he had been reading, Dumbledore and Moody had disappeared. Sitting on the kitchen table where Dumbledore had been was a note and a small coin.
"Dear Harry,
This coin is a portkey. When you have all of your belongings together, go outside the house. Tap the coin with your wand, and say 'Hogsmeade.' The portkey will take you to Hogsmeade Station, where Hagrid shall be waiting for you.
Albus Dumbledore."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
A/N: Finally, Chapter 3! Please people, review!!!
Come back, and find out what happens!! Next chapter: Harry's training, and then he goes back in time!!! Chapter 4 will be a short one, sorry.
This was 9 pages in Microsoft Word(I'm using Courier)-so I hope this will be longer than the previous chapters.
Please, please, please review!!!!! With your reviews, I can get a moose!!!!! Thanks!
Jerjerodd