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Moony-Padfoot-Prongs-4ever. I am rich and famous and a freakin' genius.
No!!!!!!!! Don't perform occlumency on me! I promise to tell the truth
now! If you didn't get it from that, then here it goes: I am an imposter.
Just like that @#$%!* Wormtail.
A/N: I would just like to shout out to my amazing reviewers! You guys all rock. Thanks to: audball29, Butler, Nymphadora003, storywriter2007, Lady Yuy, Ginny and Starlett Ravenclaw, and Eff Finger. I hope to keep hearing back from you and many others. Sorry if I missed anyone.
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Ch. 4
Blinking, Harry slowly awoke to find himself in a brand new room. One that he had never been in before. He reached for his wand and felt around for his glasses. As his fingers brushed along the wooden floor beneath him, he stumbled upon a foot. Letting out a small yelp and jumped to his feet, not realizing how much pain he was in. Standing before him, was a blur of red brown hair. Fumbling, he found his glasses and threw them on his face, so that he could see the suspicious people that he was about to hex into the next lifetime. When he finally saw the clear picture, he saw that it was not as he had thought, he had never been happier. Standing before him was his best friends in the whole world, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. "What on earth do you think you are doing, Harry?" asked Hermione. He dropped his wand and said, "Sorry. Can't be too careful." "God, Harry, you're starting to sound like Moody. Next you'll be lecturing us about elementary wand safety and constant vigilance," said Ron. Hermione moved closer to Harry and asked, "Are you all right? Do you remember what happened?" "Not really. I just remember my scar being cut open and then waking up here," replied Harry, "What did happen to me? Where are we? This is not the Burrow. I know that for sure." Just then, the door burst open and all three of the teenagers raised their wands and pointed them at the entry. In came three people that they knew and three that they didn't.
Harry froze as he saw Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape enter the room, followed by the three mysterious people. "How wonderful!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, "He's awake." Dumbledore smiled and said in his gentle voice, "So it seems. Harry, are you feeling better?" Harry responded, "Yes, Professor, but now I am wondering where I am. This isn't the Burrow ("That's for sure," interrupted Ron) and I know that this isn't Hogwarts. Where are we?" At this point, Snape stepped forward and turned to the Headmaster. "May I field this question, Albus?" he asked with his usual sneer. "Of course, Severus," and Dumbledore stepped back and let Snape move in closer. "Well, Potter, you are standing in my house. Actually, to be more accurate, you are standing in my guest room, so guess what that means. It means that as long as you are here, you will live by my rules," Snape continued. Harry stared at Snape unable to articulate his many questions. After finding his voice once more, he said, "No offense, sir, but why aren't we at the Burrow?" Snape's lip curled (always a danger sign), and said, " Offense is taken, and it is because some stupid, little fifteen year old told someone where the Burrow was." "What do you mean 'was'?" asked Harry. This time Ron entered the conversation, "Well, I wanted to tell you this before, but you were asleep. The Burrow was attacked. None of us were hurt because we were all at Diagon Alley that day, but the house is gone." This news came as a shock to Harry. His home away from home was now gone. All he had left was Hogwarts. He sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. All of a sudden, he realized that there were the other people in the room. "Who are they?" he asked, pointing at them. The three wizards stepped forwards from the shadows and into the light. "They are none of your concern, Potter," Snape sneered, turned on his heel and left the room, the three strangers followed and closed the door behind them.
"Well, I must go and begin the meeting. Ginny will be here in a moment. You four are to stay up here and not leave to go exploring. It is of utmost importance that you listen to me and obey. There are in this manor that makes number twelve Grimmauld Place look pale in comparison. Promise me that you won't go off and look for trouble, Harry," said Dumbledore. Harry began to argue, "But I don't go looking for trouble, it finds me. Honestly! I don't do it on purpose!" "I understand Harry, but please don't leave the room," was his reply. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall turned and walked out the door, just as Ginny walked in and saw Harry standing with his friends. She paused as though she wanted to go over and say hi, but she just turned and sat in one of the dark corners, separating herself from the close-knit group. Harry saw this and went over to her. He crouched down next to her and said, "Hey Gin. How are you?" No response. 'I am going to try again then,' he thought. "Ginny?" he asked. She turned to him and said, "What?" "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine," and with that said, she turned away pulled out a notebook and began to write.
After a few hours, the three friends started to become bored. "There are only so many things that are related to Quidditch. Eventually you will repeat yourselves again and I will be forced to hex you so badly that St. Mungo's will wonder what happened to you. Do you understand me?" asked an exasperated Hermione. "I'm hungry," moaned Ron for what seemed like the six hundredth time. Harry, however, said nothing. Instead he turned away from his friends and watched Ginny sitting there and writing with such passion and fury that soon, she ran out of ink. She got up and said, "I'm off to get more ink. No one breathes a word of me leaving this room. Do you understand me?" Ron and Hermione were too busy bickering about the other one's complaints to hear what she had just said, so she just quietly slipped out of the room unnoticed. Or at least she thought so. Harry had seen her leave the room and wanted to get some answers out of her. He slipped past the pair that was arguing and, he too slipped out unnoticed. He followed Ginny through the winding staircases and the maze of hallways for what seemed like twenty minutes. 'Who would have thought that Snape had such a big place to live,' thought Harry. She finally stopped in front of a huge landscape portrait and said in a clear voice, " Peaceful." The portrait swung open to reveal a room behind it and she disappeared. This was his chance. He ran over to the door and said the password. The portrait swung open and he walked in. Ginny was sitting at her vanity table, still writing in her journal, so immersed in it that she didn't hear him walking towards her. He reached up and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around with her wand out and aimed at his heart. Then she realized who was standing before her. "Hello Ginny. I think that it is time for a little talk."
A/N: I would just like to shout out to my amazing reviewers! You guys all rock. Thanks to: audball29, Butler, Nymphadora003, storywriter2007, Lady Yuy, Ginny and Starlett Ravenclaw, and Eff Finger. I hope to keep hearing back from you and many others. Sorry if I missed anyone.
Let us begin!
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Ch. 4
Blinking, Harry slowly awoke to find himself in a brand new room. One that he had never been in before. He reached for his wand and felt around for his glasses. As his fingers brushed along the wooden floor beneath him, he stumbled upon a foot. Letting out a small yelp and jumped to his feet, not realizing how much pain he was in. Standing before him, was a blur of red brown hair. Fumbling, he found his glasses and threw them on his face, so that he could see the suspicious people that he was about to hex into the next lifetime. When he finally saw the clear picture, he saw that it was not as he had thought, he had never been happier. Standing before him was his best friends in the whole world, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. "What on earth do you think you are doing, Harry?" asked Hermione. He dropped his wand and said, "Sorry. Can't be too careful." "God, Harry, you're starting to sound like Moody. Next you'll be lecturing us about elementary wand safety and constant vigilance," said Ron. Hermione moved closer to Harry and asked, "Are you all right? Do you remember what happened?" "Not really. I just remember my scar being cut open and then waking up here," replied Harry, "What did happen to me? Where are we? This is not the Burrow. I know that for sure." Just then, the door burst open and all three of the teenagers raised their wands and pointed them at the entry. In came three people that they knew and three that they didn't.
Harry froze as he saw Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape enter the room, followed by the three mysterious people. "How wonderful!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, "He's awake." Dumbledore smiled and said in his gentle voice, "So it seems. Harry, are you feeling better?" Harry responded, "Yes, Professor, but now I am wondering where I am. This isn't the Burrow ("That's for sure," interrupted Ron) and I know that this isn't Hogwarts. Where are we?" At this point, Snape stepped forward and turned to the Headmaster. "May I field this question, Albus?" he asked with his usual sneer. "Of course, Severus," and Dumbledore stepped back and let Snape move in closer. "Well, Potter, you are standing in my house. Actually, to be more accurate, you are standing in my guest room, so guess what that means. It means that as long as you are here, you will live by my rules," Snape continued. Harry stared at Snape unable to articulate his many questions. After finding his voice once more, he said, "No offense, sir, but why aren't we at the Burrow?" Snape's lip curled (always a danger sign), and said, " Offense is taken, and it is because some stupid, little fifteen year old told someone where the Burrow was." "What do you mean 'was'?" asked Harry. This time Ron entered the conversation, "Well, I wanted to tell you this before, but you were asleep. The Burrow was attacked. None of us were hurt because we were all at Diagon Alley that day, but the house is gone." This news came as a shock to Harry. His home away from home was now gone. All he had left was Hogwarts. He sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. All of a sudden, he realized that there were the other people in the room. "Who are they?" he asked, pointing at them. The three wizards stepped forwards from the shadows and into the light. "They are none of your concern, Potter," Snape sneered, turned on his heel and left the room, the three strangers followed and closed the door behind them.
"Well, I must go and begin the meeting. Ginny will be here in a moment. You four are to stay up here and not leave to go exploring. It is of utmost importance that you listen to me and obey. There are in this manor that makes number twelve Grimmauld Place look pale in comparison. Promise me that you won't go off and look for trouble, Harry," said Dumbledore. Harry began to argue, "But I don't go looking for trouble, it finds me. Honestly! I don't do it on purpose!" "I understand Harry, but please don't leave the room," was his reply. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall turned and walked out the door, just as Ginny walked in and saw Harry standing with his friends. She paused as though she wanted to go over and say hi, but she just turned and sat in one of the dark corners, separating herself from the close-knit group. Harry saw this and went over to her. He crouched down next to her and said, "Hey Gin. How are you?" No response. 'I am going to try again then,' he thought. "Ginny?" he asked. She turned to him and said, "What?" "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine," and with that said, she turned away pulled out a notebook and began to write.
After a few hours, the three friends started to become bored. "There are only so many things that are related to Quidditch. Eventually you will repeat yourselves again and I will be forced to hex you so badly that St. Mungo's will wonder what happened to you. Do you understand me?" asked an exasperated Hermione. "I'm hungry," moaned Ron for what seemed like the six hundredth time. Harry, however, said nothing. Instead he turned away from his friends and watched Ginny sitting there and writing with such passion and fury that soon, she ran out of ink. She got up and said, "I'm off to get more ink. No one breathes a word of me leaving this room. Do you understand me?" Ron and Hermione were too busy bickering about the other one's complaints to hear what she had just said, so she just quietly slipped out of the room unnoticed. Or at least she thought so. Harry had seen her leave the room and wanted to get some answers out of her. He slipped past the pair that was arguing and, he too slipped out unnoticed. He followed Ginny through the winding staircases and the maze of hallways for what seemed like twenty minutes. 'Who would have thought that Snape had such a big place to live,' thought Harry. She finally stopped in front of a huge landscape portrait and said in a clear voice, " Peaceful." The portrait swung open to reveal a room behind it and she disappeared. This was his chance. He ran over to the door and said the password. The portrait swung open and he walked in. Ginny was sitting at her vanity table, still writing in her journal, so immersed in it that she didn't hear him walking towards her. He reached up and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around with her wand out and aimed at his heart. Then she realized who was standing before her. "Hello Ginny. I think that it is time for a little talk."