Hey all! Glad to be back and writing. Sorry this one took such a long time,
but it was worth it, personally I think this is a good chap, hope you do
too.
Thanks everyone for supporting me while I write this, and it really means a
lot to me. Talk to you all later!
Sean signing out! Chapter Fourteen
The Plans of the Unseen
A small balding man writhed in pain on the floor as a constant stream of gold light penetrated his body. Voldemort laughed while he administered the pain curse to his most faithful servant. No matter how many times he did it, he always got a great deal of pleasure from watching someone in that much pain. The only thing that would give him more pleasure than torturing someone would be killing that Potter brat.
"My lord, I am truly sorry." Peter panted. "I could not find the map. Potter keeps it under close guard at all hours, he even has an alarm charm on it. If I so much as touch it the whole castle will be upon me in seconds. I am truly sorry." Peter's head drooped.
"You are forgiven Peter. It really doesn't matter about the map anyway; Potter is the only one who can read it. What we are going to do is follow him; he will eventually lead us right to it." The dark lord replied
"Thank you master. But who is going to use the Swords?" Peter asked tentatively.
"You and I will use the Swords of course!" Voldemort replied, getting a little annoyed at Peter ignorance.
He was the most powerful wizard in the world, if anyone could use the Sword it was he. Peter would no doubt die when he touched the Sword, but that was not important. The only thing mattered was that after he obtained the Sword he killed Potter. He had to kill Potter, if no one else at that ruddy school then Potter. He would like to kill that wrinkled fig of a man, Dumbledore.
"Now what we are...." Voldemort's voice faded into the distance.
- - -
"What happened Potter? We were just about to find out about the Dark Lords plans!" Snape roared at Harry.
"I don't know! The connection just disappeared!" Harry said angrily back.
"Fine! We will try again at another time!" Snape spat, and slammed the door.
Dumbledore had decided that it might be a good idea for Snape to see if he could see Voldemort, and or his plans. Well, it had worked, but not for long enough for it to really make a difference. Harry and the rest of the Order already knew that Voldemort wanted the swords just as bad as Harry did. Harry wanted to find the swords so bad; he didn't know what to do with himself. He would sit in the common room till late in the night just staring at the wrinkled piece of parchment.
Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind he knew that the Sword would help him get Sirius back, and that thought alone made Harry want the sword so bad. For two weeks Harry stared at the map and saw nothing other than a map, with little bits and pieces missing. It wasn't until late Friday night that Harry realized what to do.
Harry was sitting in the common room at two in the morning, doing what he had been doing for the last four hours...staring at the map. As usual this was about the point where Harry would get angry and stomp upstairs and swear into his pillow for twenty minutes. Tonight was different though, as he got up from his squishy chair, he slipped on the hearthrug and fell forward. As he tried to get back up the Marauders map fell out of his pocket and landed right next to the other map.
As they sat there on the ground Harry realized how similar they were. Maybe it was the fact that it was the wee hours of the morning, or because he had been spending too much time with Hermione, Harry had an idea. He bent down and picked up the other map, and pressed his wand up against it.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Harry said groggily.
Harry's eyes widened as miniscule lines weaved their way around the empty bits. Harry couldn't believe his luck, it had actually worked.
"Dad, either you were an idiot, or a frigging genius." Harry said to no on in particular.
Harry dashed up to his dorm, ran to the other door and threw it open.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up!" Harry yelled as he ran into her room.
"What is it Harry? Did you have a nightmare?" Hermione questioned.
Harry didn't answer; instead he held up the map and lighted it with his wand. Harry watched as Hermione's eyes got huge. She skimmed the page three times before looking up at Harry.
"Harry, you're a genius! What activated it? Oh never mind it doesn't matter. We have to find them. If you know, then so does Voldemort." Hermione said in a semi rush.
"I'll leave a note for Dumbledore. He probably already knows anyways. Look here..." He pointed to the map "...this shows that it is in the forbidden forest, deep obviously, but right there." Harry finished.
"Go get dressed, and we'll meet in the common room. Bring the Invisibility cloak." Hermione said, taking charge of the situation.
"Ok dear." Harry said knowing she knew what to do.
Ten minutes later they both were standing in the Common room ready to go. Then something stuck Harry.
"Maybe we should get the rest of the DA? Wouldn't they be useful?" Harry asked
"Yeah probably. Lets be quick though." Hermione said.
Twenty minutes after that the whole of DA was assembled in the Entrance hall. It was a good thing that Harry was head boy otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get Draco.
"Alright, everybody stick to your team mates. Just like the buddy system, except now it means something. We can do this, but remember no matter what do not touch the Swords." Harry addressed his team.
"Yes sir!"
"Lets go!"
"We can do this!"
"Bring it on!"
At the last mantra, Harry had to laugh. Little James saying bring it on was just hilarious.
Sean signing out! Chapter Fourteen
The Plans of the Unseen
A small balding man writhed in pain on the floor as a constant stream of gold light penetrated his body. Voldemort laughed while he administered the pain curse to his most faithful servant. No matter how many times he did it, he always got a great deal of pleasure from watching someone in that much pain. The only thing that would give him more pleasure than torturing someone would be killing that Potter brat.
"My lord, I am truly sorry." Peter panted. "I could not find the map. Potter keeps it under close guard at all hours, he even has an alarm charm on it. If I so much as touch it the whole castle will be upon me in seconds. I am truly sorry." Peter's head drooped.
"You are forgiven Peter. It really doesn't matter about the map anyway; Potter is the only one who can read it. What we are going to do is follow him; he will eventually lead us right to it." The dark lord replied
"Thank you master. But who is going to use the Swords?" Peter asked tentatively.
"You and I will use the Swords of course!" Voldemort replied, getting a little annoyed at Peter ignorance.
He was the most powerful wizard in the world, if anyone could use the Sword it was he. Peter would no doubt die when he touched the Sword, but that was not important. The only thing mattered was that after he obtained the Sword he killed Potter. He had to kill Potter, if no one else at that ruddy school then Potter. He would like to kill that wrinkled fig of a man, Dumbledore.
"Now what we are...." Voldemort's voice faded into the distance.
- - -
"What happened Potter? We were just about to find out about the Dark Lords plans!" Snape roared at Harry.
"I don't know! The connection just disappeared!" Harry said angrily back.
"Fine! We will try again at another time!" Snape spat, and slammed the door.
Dumbledore had decided that it might be a good idea for Snape to see if he could see Voldemort, and or his plans. Well, it had worked, but not for long enough for it to really make a difference. Harry and the rest of the Order already knew that Voldemort wanted the swords just as bad as Harry did. Harry wanted to find the swords so bad; he didn't know what to do with himself. He would sit in the common room till late in the night just staring at the wrinkled piece of parchment.
Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind he knew that the Sword would help him get Sirius back, and that thought alone made Harry want the sword so bad. For two weeks Harry stared at the map and saw nothing other than a map, with little bits and pieces missing. It wasn't until late Friday night that Harry realized what to do.
Harry was sitting in the common room at two in the morning, doing what he had been doing for the last four hours...staring at the map. As usual this was about the point where Harry would get angry and stomp upstairs and swear into his pillow for twenty minutes. Tonight was different though, as he got up from his squishy chair, he slipped on the hearthrug and fell forward. As he tried to get back up the Marauders map fell out of his pocket and landed right next to the other map.
As they sat there on the ground Harry realized how similar they were. Maybe it was the fact that it was the wee hours of the morning, or because he had been spending too much time with Hermione, Harry had an idea. He bent down and picked up the other map, and pressed his wand up against it.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Harry said groggily.
Harry's eyes widened as miniscule lines weaved their way around the empty bits. Harry couldn't believe his luck, it had actually worked.
"Dad, either you were an idiot, or a frigging genius." Harry said to no on in particular.
Harry dashed up to his dorm, ran to the other door and threw it open.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up!" Harry yelled as he ran into her room.
"What is it Harry? Did you have a nightmare?" Hermione questioned.
Harry didn't answer; instead he held up the map and lighted it with his wand. Harry watched as Hermione's eyes got huge. She skimmed the page three times before looking up at Harry.
"Harry, you're a genius! What activated it? Oh never mind it doesn't matter. We have to find them. If you know, then so does Voldemort." Hermione said in a semi rush.
"I'll leave a note for Dumbledore. He probably already knows anyways. Look here..." He pointed to the map "...this shows that it is in the forbidden forest, deep obviously, but right there." Harry finished.
"Go get dressed, and we'll meet in the common room. Bring the Invisibility cloak." Hermione said, taking charge of the situation.
"Ok dear." Harry said knowing she knew what to do.
Ten minutes later they both were standing in the Common room ready to go. Then something stuck Harry.
"Maybe we should get the rest of the DA? Wouldn't they be useful?" Harry asked
"Yeah probably. Lets be quick though." Hermione said.
Twenty minutes after that the whole of DA was assembled in the Entrance hall. It was a good thing that Harry was head boy otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get Draco.
"Alright, everybody stick to your team mates. Just like the buddy system, except now it means something. We can do this, but remember no matter what do not touch the Swords." Harry addressed his team.
"Yes sir!"
"Lets go!"
"We can do this!"
"Bring it on!"
At the last mantra, Harry had to laugh. Little James saying bring it on was just hilarious.