Harry suddenly became aware of two things at once. As he slowly opened his
eyes, he saw Grindlewald floating close to his face, the most curious look
on his face. At the same time he saw himself inside the same place that
his godfather was in his dreams. What is going on? Harry wondered as the
pain in his scar faded. "I see that there is more to that scar then just a
poorly-healed scratch." Harry's attention sharply focused as Grindlewald
examined him. As Grindlewald's fingers passed through Harry's forehead, a
stab of pain shot through him. "Interesting," Grindlewald muttered to
himself. As Grindlewald passed one of his hands through Harry, Harry saw
another image. He say Voldemort seated in an ancient armchair by a fire;
his mind deep in thought. Voldemort shrieked with pain and clutched his
forehead then the scene ended. "So that is the purpose that scar serves.
It is a mind-link between yourself and Tom." Grindlewald beamed as he
withdrew his hand. "This is perfect! A chance I couldn't even dream of!!"
Before Harry could blink, Grindlewald passed through Harry's scar and
disappeared. His scar seared with pain as Harry lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, the other Harry examined the empty room. "Sirius! Are you here?" He cautiously crept forward. "Welcome Harry Potter," whispered the all too familiar voice. Harry spun around, trying to locate the voice. "Where is Sirius? What have you done to him!?!" "I am certain that you can guess Potter. It really doesn't matter now. I am in a generous mood at the moment so I will give you three choices. You can take your godfather's place and forget everything about yourself, you can willingly join him, or you can try to escape. Be warned though, if you manage to leave, Black will suffer for it." The cold voice echoed softly as Harry stood in thought.
"I will not abandon Sirius, nor will I join you. Release him!! You have no right to imprison him like this!!" Harry looked around as the room began to slowly shift into a scarlet-red blur. "You are foolish just like him. I am beyond the judgment or command of any being and I will do as I desire. You can here to find Black, join him then!!" The floor vanished beneath Harry's feet. As he fell, Gaya's words echoed in his mind, "you also must never forget who you really are. If you ever forget that, you will be trapped forever." As Harry heard this voice, his attention returned to the self in Grindlewald's tower.
Harry awoke to find himself sprawled along the damp dungeon floor. Ramera and two more drache-elves stood over him, conversing in a foreign tongue. One of the others was gently wiping Harry's forehead with a rag. Ramera squeaked when she noticed Harry and ran from the room. The other drache- elves scowled as she left. "Font vous réfléchir nous devez suivre son?" the one washing Harry's face put away the rag. "Non, elle vouloir élire sous peu suffisamment , avec optimisme précédemment Il recettes. "The other grimaced when he said this. Harry stared in confusion. What was going on? Harry frowned as he tried to figure out what they said. The two creatures popped out of the room before Harry could say a word. Harry looked down and noticed that his bonds had been undone. Climbing to his feet, he left the dungeon and began to search the tower, his attention shifting back to the Book of Shadows.
Meanwhile, the other Harry examined the empty room. "Sirius! Are you here?" He cautiously crept forward. "Welcome Harry Potter," whispered the all too familiar voice. Harry spun around, trying to locate the voice. "Where is Sirius? What have you done to him!?!" "I am certain that you can guess Potter. It really doesn't matter now. I am in a generous mood at the moment so I will give you three choices. You can take your godfather's place and forget everything about yourself, you can willingly join him, or you can try to escape. Be warned though, if you manage to leave, Black will suffer for it." The cold voice echoed softly as Harry stood in thought.
"I will not abandon Sirius, nor will I join you. Release him!! You have no right to imprison him like this!!" Harry looked around as the room began to slowly shift into a scarlet-red blur. "You are foolish just like him. I am beyond the judgment or command of any being and I will do as I desire. You can here to find Black, join him then!!" The floor vanished beneath Harry's feet. As he fell, Gaya's words echoed in his mind, "you also must never forget who you really are. If you ever forget that, you will be trapped forever." As Harry heard this voice, his attention returned to the self in Grindlewald's tower.
Harry awoke to find himself sprawled along the damp dungeon floor. Ramera and two more drache-elves stood over him, conversing in a foreign tongue. One of the others was gently wiping Harry's forehead with a rag. Ramera squeaked when she noticed Harry and ran from the room. The other drache- elves scowled as she left. "Font vous réfléchir nous devez suivre son?" the one washing Harry's face put away the rag. "Non, elle vouloir élire sous peu suffisamment , avec optimisme précédemment Il recettes. "The other grimaced when he said this. Harry stared in confusion. What was going on? Harry frowned as he tried to figure out what they said. The two creatures popped out of the room before Harry could say a word. Harry looked down and noticed that his bonds had been undone. Climbing to his feet, he left the dungeon and began to search the tower, his attention shifting back to the Book of Shadows.