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Chapter Nine
Harry spent the next few weeks locked in his room. Refusing to speak to anyone and ignoring the knocks and pleas coming from the direction of the door. He was sick and tired of everyone's questions and constant demands. All he wanted was to be left alone. Why could they all not understand that, was the question the popped into his mind when the knocking and yelling through the door began promptly at seven every morning and did not end until nearly midnight.
Harry would not be at all surprised if there was a schedule of some sort posted on his door, alerting everyone when it was their turn to beg him to open the door and talk with them. It was only when he had gotten hungry, that Harry thought he had hit a snag in his plan. Fortunately he had found a secret passage from his room to the kitchen on his second day of self imposed imprisonment, all he had to do is be careful that no one caught sight of him in the kitchen. This was accomplished by waiting until he knew everyone was in bed.
Yet during all his time alone, Harry was not in the least bit board nor idle. He had sent Aries on numerous errands to get various books and supplies that he needed in order to study and practice his potions. He had even gone so far to send his potions professor a letter requesting several rare books that had very difficult potions within their covers to practice with. It had been surprising when Snape had sent the requested books as well as a few others. The fact that Severus had made a point to include a note on the inside of one of the books stating he would not be responsible for anything that Harry did to harm himself while playing and under no circumstances be held responsible for the result of any actions that Harry might take with said potions and if asked he would deny he had sent Harry any of the books.
Harry could not help but laugh at this, before he began to set up his cauldron. Thanks to the book that had been given to him by Godrick, and his phoenix, Harry had sent everything needed to make him a new wand to Olivander's, who although skeptical that the wand would work for Harry, had done as instructed and made him a new wand. It had arrived by owl only that morning, and after a few flicks of the new wand, Harry felt an even more powerful response than he had ever gotten from his old one.
It was not long after using magic to create a flame beneath his cauldron that a letter arrived from the department of underage magic. Harry barely paused as he scanned the letter, wrote a brief, yet straight to the point message to the head of the department stating that if they did not waive this particular problem, then they could handle the destruction of the dark lord. The only response to his statement was a certificate sent by return owl waiving this restriction in his case only and orders not to abuse the privilege.
Harry tossed the certificate on top of the other unopened letters from his friends and turned back to the business at hand. If he had to be the one that destroyed Voldemort then fine. He would do so without whining about it. However, since Voldemort could survive without a body, Harry had to find some way to not only separate the dark lord from his body, but then to destroy his spirit and finally his very soul. (If he had one.) Harry thought to himself as he began chopping ingredients for his potion.
James watched in silence as Lilly reached for another book. She had been systematically going through each and every book she could find. What she was searching for, James had no idea, not did he care about anything other than the fact Lilly had refused to speak one single word to him for the past several weeks.
At first James had decided to wait until she had calmed a bit, but after the first few days, he had been unable to take the silence any longer. First he had demanded, and then tried reasoning and last but not least begging. Unfortunately nothing had seemed to change her mind and resume talking with him. Now James found himself at a complete and utter loss and could only wait until Lilly felt she had punished him enough, for not believing that his father had lied when he had promised to finally allow them to see their son.
"Lilly?" James called softly from where he sat across from his wife pretending to read.
"I really am sorry. I still don't want to believe that my father would lie, but I want you to know that I do admit the possibility is there that he has." James said as he covered his face with his hands.
"I know that it's hard for you to be without Harry, but it's just as hard for me. I miss him, sometimes and this may sound horrible, but sometimes I can't help but wish we never had had Harry. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much now."
"It's I who should apologize for treating you so badly." Lilly said as she set her book aside and moved to kneel in front of James.
"Can we agree to disagree on this matter?" James asked hopefully.
"I guess that we have no other choice." Lilly sighed knowing that continuing to give her husband the cold shoulder was hurting herself as well as him.
"I love you more than life its self Lilly, but I beg of you, please do put me in a place that I am forced to choose between you and my father." James pleaded as he lifted her into his lap, burring his face in her long beautiful red hair.
"James I will make you that promise on one condition." Lilly said as she leaned back slightly to look into his eyes.
"What's that?" James asked.
"That you listen, and I mean really listen with an open mind to everything that I am about to tell you. I promise that once I am finished I will not say anything else about this matter and I promise to never again treat you so horribly, no matter what happens." Lilly said as she ran her fingers thru his messy black hair.
"Alright." James agreed as he sat back in his chair. Prepared to listen, with what he hoped would be an open mind.
Lilly quickly explained everything that she could recall happening when she was "dreaming" and then sat back and waited for her husband to say something.
"Well, what do you think?" Lilly finally prompted when it seemed as if James was going to remain silent.
"Lilly, you and I both know that dreams are a very imprecise form of visions." James said softly as he tried to find the right words to define what he was thinking.
"But James!" Lilly exclaimed sure that he had not heard a word she had said.
"But I would be remiss if I did not give what happened the benefit of the doubt." James added as he held on to his wife around her waist, so that she could not leave his lap.
"Therefore, if you like, I will be more than willing to help you search the library for more information." James said as he kissed her on the lips.
"Believe it or not love, I want out of here just as much as you do."
Chapter Nine
Harry spent the next few weeks locked in his room. Refusing to speak to anyone and ignoring the knocks and pleas coming from the direction of the door. He was sick and tired of everyone's questions and constant demands. All he wanted was to be left alone. Why could they all not understand that, was the question the popped into his mind when the knocking and yelling through the door began promptly at seven every morning and did not end until nearly midnight.
Harry would not be at all surprised if there was a schedule of some sort posted on his door, alerting everyone when it was their turn to beg him to open the door and talk with them. It was only when he had gotten hungry, that Harry thought he had hit a snag in his plan. Fortunately he had found a secret passage from his room to the kitchen on his second day of self imposed imprisonment, all he had to do is be careful that no one caught sight of him in the kitchen. This was accomplished by waiting until he knew everyone was in bed.
Yet during all his time alone, Harry was not in the least bit board nor idle. He had sent Aries on numerous errands to get various books and supplies that he needed in order to study and practice his potions. He had even gone so far to send his potions professor a letter requesting several rare books that had very difficult potions within their covers to practice with. It had been surprising when Snape had sent the requested books as well as a few others. The fact that Severus had made a point to include a note on the inside of one of the books stating he would not be responsible for anything that Harry did to harm himself while playing and under no circumstances be held responsible for the result of any actions that Harry might take with said potions and if asked he would deny he had sent Harry any of the books.
Harry could not help but laugh at this, before he began to set up his cauldron. Thanks to the book that had been given to him by Godrick, and his phoenix, Harry had sent everything needed to make him a new wand to Olivander's, who although skeptical that the wand would work for Harry, had done as instructed and made him a new wand. It had arrived by owl only that morning, and after a few flicks of the new wand, Harry felt an even more powerful response than he had ever gotten from his old one.
It was not long after using magic to create a flame beneath his cauldron that a letter arrived from the department of underage magic. Harry barely paused as he scanned the letter, wrote a brief, yet straight to the point message to the head of the department stating that if they did not waive this particular problem, then they could handle the destruction of the dark lord. The only response to his statement was a certificate sent by return owl waiving this restriction in his case only and orders not to abuse the privilege.
Harry tossed the certificate on top of the other unopened letters from his friends and turned back to the business at hand. If he had to be the one that destroyed Voldemort then fine. He would do so without whining about it. However, since Voldemort could survive without a body, Harry had to find some way to not only separate the dark lord from his body, but then to destroy his spirit and finally his very soul. (If he had one.) Harry thought to himself as he began chopping ingredients for his potion.
James watched in silence as Lilly reached for another book. She had been systematically going through each and every book she could find. What she was searching for, James had no idea, not did he care about anything other than the fact Lilly had refused to speak one single word to him for the past several weeks.
At first James had decided to wait until she had calmed a bit, but after the first few days, he had been unable to take the silence any longer. First he had demanded, and then tried reasoning and last but not least begging. Unfortunately nothing had seemed to change her mind and resume talking with him. Now James found himself at a complete and utter loss and could only wait until Lilly felt she had punished him enough, for not believing that his father had lied when he had promised to finally allow them to see their son.
"Lilly?" James called softly from where he sat across from his wife pretending to read.
"I really am sorry. I still don't want to believe that my father would lie, but I want you to know that I do admit the possibility is there that he has." James said as he covered his face with his hands.
"I know that it's hard for you to be without Harry, but it's just as hard for me. I miss him, sometimes and this may sound horrible, but sometimes I can't help but wish we never had had Harry. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much now."
"It's I who should apologize for treating you so badly." Lilly said as she set her book aside and moved to kneel in front of James.
"Can we agree to disagree on this matter?" James asked hopefully.
"I guess that we have no other choice." Lilly sighed knowing that continuing to give her husband the cold shoulder was hurting herself as well as him.
"I love you more than life its self Lilly, but I beg of you, please do put me in a place that I am forced to choose between you and my father." James pleaded as he lifted her into his lap, burring his face in her long beautiful red hair.
"James I will make you that promise on one condition." Lilly said as she leaned back slightly to look into his eyes.
"What's that?" James asked.
"That you listen, and I mean really listen with an open mind to everything that I am about to tell you. I promise that once I am finished I will not say anything else about this matter and I promise to never again treat you so horribly, no matter what happens." Lilly said as she ran her fingers thru his messy black hair.
"Alright." James agreed as he sat back in his chair. Prepared to listen, with what he hoped would be an open mind.
Lilly quickly explained everything that she could recall happening when she was "dreaming" and then sat back and waited for her husband to say something.
"Well, what do you think?" Lilly finally prompted when it seemed as if James was going to remain silent.
"Lilly, you and I both know that dreams are a very imprecise form of visions." James said softly as he tried to find the right words to define what he was thinking.
"But James!" Lilly exclaimed sure that he had not heard a word she had said.
"But I would be remiss if I did not give what happened the benefit of the doubt." James added as he held on to his wife around her waist, so that she could not leave his lap.
"Therefore, if you like, I will be more than willing to help you search the library for more information." James said as he kissed her on the lips.
"Believe it or not love, I want out of here just as much as you do."