Disclaimer: I own nothing except my plot, yeah, yeah you know, sucks,
doesn't it. J.K. Rowling is god.
A/N: yeah, this is kinda strange, hmmmm, what else is there to say? Oh yeah I need help coz this is my first fanfic, so feel sorry for me and give me ideas. Please?
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"Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" Harry yelled as he sat straight up on his bed with his right arm stretching out in front of him, and the other clamped to his forehead in pain. His breathing was heavy and coming in quick spurts, as if he had been sprinting.
The other boys his dorm woke up with a start and looked strangely at Harry in his four-poster.
After an awkward silence a half-tired and half-scared Neville asked, "Harry, are you ok? Did you have a nightmare?"
"I don't know. But I think that wasn't a nightmare, I think it was-" then, realizing that the other boys were staring at him he said hurriedly, "it was nothing, nothing...just a bad dream. I'm ok. Really, I am."
When everyone had been reassured and had settled, he hissed to Ron, "I think that I just had another vision."
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Then next morning, Harry was feeling perfectly normal, except for one thing. It was his scar. It had not stopped throbbing since the night before and he was worried that it was connected to the vision/nightmare/dream.
Throughout all this he was only vaguely aware of Hermione's and Ron's bickering and in the end they questioned him about his unusual silence.
"Harry, we know something's up mate, ever since last night you haven't said a word." said Ron. "Yes Harry, you know that we care about you and we want to be talked to!" cried Hermione exasperatedly. (She had been trying to talk Ron into letting her try a charm on him, Ron had not agreed to it saying that he would rather stay human than be turned into a guinea pig or something via the spell).
Harry snapped out of it and sat down. "I have been having a sort of vision." He told them, "I think that it had something to do with Voldemort."
At this Ron backed up, "do you mean, umm, that he will come back?"
"Ron, I don't think so, he seems to have come to a conclusion that he thinks that will lead to my downfall." At this, Harry stopped, but then continued, "He thinks that I am a concealer!!"
At this Hermione was horror-struck, "But Harry!!! That's-" she stopped.
Harry nodded, Ron looked bewildered. "What the hell does that mean?" Ron asked still looking lost.
"Tut tut Ron!!" muttered Hermione exasperatedly, "It means that you can change your shape, like an animagus but you can change to a human shape instead of an animal's."
"But anyone can do that as long as they are smart, umm, look at Harry's dad, and his friends at Hogwarts, Herm" (Ron had been calling her that just to make her flame) (it had worked)
Hermione tutted again and said, "No Ron it isn't like that, you can't just do it with brains and a wand." Looking for the entire world as if everyone knew this. "You turn sixteen and you are able to turn into another human shape, only one though, and apparently you get a different two every year for about two and a half years and then they stop. But they are really rare, and really dangerous in the wrong hands."
"How so?" asked Ron.
Harry stopped watching the two like they were playing tennis and said, "Oh come on, it so obvious, when you change shape, you could do stuff like killing people and no-one would know it was you. Right?" he asked Hermione.
"Yes." She said simply.
But Ron still didn't get it, "Why did you say 'apparently' like that?"
"They are really rare, so that's why I don't think that I am one, but there has only been one in the last century that we know of-" Said Harry.
Then Hermione cut in and said, "and that's some old woman in the pacific who spent all of her time making rafts out of bamboo for a living neglecting the concealer shape-shifting and then she died."
"So do you think that because the concealer tradition wasn't followed, the spirits killed her or something?" said Ron, suddenly enthusiastic.
Then Hermione said thoughtfully, "We don't know, and we also don't know how many there are and where they are or which people are maybe just facets of one person. Harry if you are a concealer then what happened on your birthday?"
Harry (who had stood up again) needed to sit down. "Let me start from the beginning." he said.
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Lunch found Harry, Ron and Hermione in the library. That was also where Mrs. Mcgonnagal found them and told them a message from the headmaster.
"Dumbledore wishes to see you Potter; immediately!!!" she said, and then without a word, she sniffed at them in her haughty way and stalked off like an agitated cat.
"Whoa man," said Ron, eyes wide "is she mad about something or what!!!"
"I agree," said Hermione "surely she isn't mad at you is she?" then with sudden fright she added, "Do you think you are in trouble?"
Harry replied with terror, the colour leaving his face, "Do you think he knows about my visions?"
Then Ron whispered, "If he does know about the visions, do you think he knows that you're a Concealer?"
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When he reached Dumbledore's office, the door was ajar. He could hear two voices, one was Dumbledore's and one was a light, pleasant voice, a mix between tenor and baritone. Pleasant and relaxed. He peeked in and listened to the conversation with interest.
He was saying, "I don't know what to think Albus, what could he possibly do?"
"He is powerful, maybe more than even he knows, but I think that it is time to ask him about any kind of visions, they are mostly connected with the Concealers anyway; and I should have already had this conversation with him, the blame resides with me. I would feel better if you yourself would be present. He may have had them recently and they could be useful to us here, and his connection to the Dark Lord may prove of use in addition to that." said Dumbledore seriously, his usual twinkle had left his eyes.
"How so?" asked the voice.
Dumbledore answered with concern, "His visions may be connected with the Voldemort's thoughts or visa versa. This is vital that we protect him from this, I fear that it may already be too late and that Harry has experienced the Dark Lord's mind tricks."
The voice answered hurriedly, "Has he had any visions yet, they could kill him, we need to know-"
"I don't know, but I think that we need to talk about this with Harry, don't you Matthew?" said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling, staring straight at the door that was admitting a horrified Harry.
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Well? What do you think? Good for a first try? Needs improvements? Needs a new character? Love? More intrigue? TELL ME!!!
Review please people!!!
A/N: yeah, this is kinda strange, hmmmm, what else is there to say? Oh yeah I need help coz this is my first fanfic, so feel sorry for me and give me ideas. Please?
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"Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" Harry yelled as he sat straight up on his bed with his right arm stretching out in front of him, and the other clamped to his forehead in pain. His breathing was heavy and coming in quick spurts, as if he had been sprinting.
The other boys his dorm woke up with a start and looked strangely at Harry in his four-poster.
After an awkward silence a half-tired and half-scared Neville asked, "Harry, are you ok? Did you have a nightmare?"
"I don't know. But I think that wasn't a nightmare, I think it was-" then, realizing that the other boys were staring at him he said hurriedly, "it was nothing, nothing...just a bad dream. I'm ok. Really, I am."
When everyone had been reassured and had settled, he hissed to Ron, "I think that I just had another vision."
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Then next morning, Harry was feeling perfectly normal, except for one thing. It was his scar. It had not stopped throbbing since the night before and he was worried that it was connected to the vision/nightmare/dream.
Throughout all this he was only vaguely aware of Hermione's and Ron's bickering and in the end they questioned him about his unusual silence.
"Harry, we know something's up mate, ever since last night you haven't said a word." said Ron. "Yes Harry, you know that we care about you and we want to be talked to!" cried Hermione exasperatedly. (She had been trying to talk Ron into letting her try a charm on him, Ron had not agreed to it saying that he would rather stay human than be turned into a guinea pig or something via the spell).
Harry snapped out of it and sat down. "I have been having a sort of vision." He told them, "I think that it had something to do with Voldemort."
At this Ron backed up, "do you mean, umm, that he will come back?"
"Ron, I don't think so, he seems to have come to a conclusion that he thinks that will lead to my downfall." At this, Harry stopped, but then continued, "He thinks that I am a concealer!!"
At this Hermione was horror-struck, "But Harry!!! That's-" she stopped.
Harry nodded, Ron looked bewildered. "What the hell does that mean?" Ron asked still looking lost.
"Tut tut Ron!!" muttered Hermione exasperatedly, "It means that you can change your shape, like an animagus but you can change to a human shape instead of an animal's."
"But anyone can do that as long as they are smart, umm, look at Harry's dad, and his friends at Hogwarts, Herm" (Ron had been calling her that just to make her flame) (it had worked)
Hermione tutted again and said, "No Ron it isn't like that, you can't just do it with brains and a wand." Looking for the entire world as if everyone knew this. "You turn sixteen and you are able to turn into another human shape, only one though, and apparently you get a different two every year for about two and a half years and then they stop. But they are really rare, and really dangerous in the wrong hands."
"How so?" asked Ron.
Harry stopped watching the two like they were playing tennis and said, "Oh come on, it so obvious, when you change shape, you could do stuff like killing people and no-one would know it was you. Right?" he asked Hermione.
"Yes." She said simply.
But Ron still didn't get it, "Why did you say 'apparently' like that?"
"They are really rare, so that's why I don't think that I am one, but there has only been one in the last century that we know of-" Said Harry.
Then Hermione cut in and said, "and that's some old woman in the pacific who spent all of her time making rafts out of bamboo for a living neglecting the concealer shape-shifting and then she died."
"So do you think that because the concealer tradition wasn't followed, the spirits killed her or something?" said Ron, suddenly enthusiastic.
Then Hermione said thoughtfully, "We don't know, and we also don't know how many there are and where they are or which people are maybe just facets of one person. Harry if you are a concealer then what happened on your birthday?"
Harry (who had stood up again) needed to sit down. "Let me start from the beginning." he said.
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Lunch found Harry, Ron and Hermione in the library. That was also where Mrs. Mcgonnagal found them and told them a message from the headmaster.
"Dumbledore wishes to see you Potter; immediately!!!" she said, and then without a word, she sniffed at them in her haughty way and stalked off like an agitated cat.
"Whoa man," said Ron, eyes wide "is she mad about something or what!!!"
"I agree," said Hermione "surely she isn't mad at you is she?" then with sudden fright she added, "Do you think you are in trouble?"
Harry replied with terror, the colour leaving his face, "Do you think he knows about my visions?"
Then Ron whispered, "If he does know about the visions, do you think he knows that you're a Concealer?"
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When he reached Dumbledore's office, the door was ajar. He could hear two voices, one was Dumbledore's and one was a light, pleasant voice, a mix between tenor and baritone. Pleasant and relaxed. He peeked in and listened to the conversation with interest.
He was saying, "I don't know what to think Albus, what could he possibly do?"
"He is powerful, maybe more than even he knows, but I think that it is time to ask him about any kind of visions, they are mostly connected with the Concealers anyway; and I should have already had this conversation with him, the blame resides with me. I would feel better if you yourself would be present. He may have had them recently and they could be useful to us here, and his connection to the Dark Lord may prove of use in addition to that." said Dumbledore seriously, his usual twinkle had left his eyes.
"How so?" asked the voice.
Dumbledore answered with concern, "His visions may be connected with the Voldemort's thoughts or visa versa. This is vital that we protect him from this, I fear that it may already be too late and that Harry has experienced the Dark Lord's mind tricks."
The voice answered hurriedly, "Has he had any visions yet, they could kill him, we need to know-"
"I don't know, but I think that we need to talk about this with Harry, don't you Matthew?" said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling, staring straight at the door that was admitting a horrified Harry.
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Well? What do you think? Good for a first try? Needs improvements? Needs a new character? Love? More intrigue? TELL ME!!!
Review please people!!!