Here's the fifth chapter. Please review, I really appreciate reviews : - )
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry and Co, I'm just playing around with the characters.
LEARNING OCCLUMENCY
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in Harry's and Ron's room, talking and updating each other on what they had heard from the members of the order so far. Ron had moved into the room that Melinda had offered Harry, since the twins snored loudly that Ron hadn't gotten much sleep the first night.
They sat on Harry's bed, eating chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans that Mrs Weasley had bought for them as she, Mr Weasley and the twins had gone to Diagon Alley earlier that day. They had bought the books they needed for the coming ysixth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry; they lay in three separate piles on the floor next to the bed.
Outside, night had fallen. The candles threw dark shadows on the walls in the room. There were several bookcases in this room as well, and Hermione had been going around beaming all day, reaching for books with interesting titles. Later Harry and Ron, who had grown tired of her little shrieks of happiness every time she found a very rare book, made her sit down with them.
Harry told them about the dream, leaving out the part where Voldemort had thought about killing him. He didn't want to worry them with more upsetting news. And when hadn't Voldemort threatening to kill him? As Harry recalled, that had been the case so many times earlier. Though he felt bad about not telling Melinda, it just hadn't come up.
"But, how did Melinda know all this?" Hermione said. "I mean, she must have been at Azkaban when they escaped."
Harry thought hard about it. Then he remembered something.
"The raven" he said out loud.
"Raven?" Ron said. "What raven?"
"I saw a raven this summer, it sat outside my window in a tree. I've only seen ravens in books and stuff before...But I've never seen one at Privet Drive... And then I saw one in that dream, maybe it's the same raven. It's too much of a coincidence..."
"Maybe Melinda is an animagus then" Ron said. "She might be the raven"
"But there's something more" Hermione said frowning. "Harry, you said Voldemort had mentioned something about the last of the ancient ones?"
"Yeah... I don't really know what he meant by that. It could be about Melinda, Dumbledore told me something the other day, about Melinda not being as young as she looked. And that she was an auror during the first war..."
"But that... That can't be" Ron said "She doesn't look a day over 30"
"No. She doesn't. And her name, I think I've heard that name somewhere else... Mentioned in a book..."
Hermione was thinking hard, looking at the bookcases.
"The only person I know of who was immortal and really old was Nicholas Flamell, but he received long life from drinking a potion made with the philosopher's stone..." she said grumbling.
"Yes, we know about him too" Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione glared at him.
"I'm only thinking out loud", she snarled.
Hermione and Ron started to argue, as they so often did. Harry sighed, he felt irritated. So he got up and left. When the door slammed shut, Ron and Hermione went silent and stared at the door.
Harry was tired of those two and their constant quarrelling. And he was tired of being cooped up here. He had spent all summer indoors, he just wanted to go out and walk until he got to tired to move his legs. Once again, he was imprisoned, trapped. All because he was who he was. He thought about leaving the house, go out and breathe the free air. But that would be stupid. He couldn't do that, no matter how much he wished he could.
Instead he threw himself down in one of the armchairs in the big room where he'd talked to Melinda last night. As he stared into the flames in the fireplace, he felt himself calming down. His heart didn't beat as fast, the anger that he had felt was fading.
"Harry?"
He turned his head, Melinda had entered the room.
"Thought we would start with the occlumency lessons" she said and smiled at him.
"Ok" Harry said and got up.
They went up the stairs, passed Harry and Ron's room and went further down the corridor. In the end of the corridor was a door that looked quite different from the other doors. Harry had noticed that there weren't two doors that looked the same in this old house. She opened it, and they walked into a big room, with nothing on the walls. There were tapestry's hanging from the ceiling down to the floor with old paintings. The people in the images weren't moving, as they most often were. They were completely still. There was one with beautiful women, all on winged horses, they were painted all over the tapestry. They were flying towards the sky, dragging what seemed to be men in armour with them.
"They're painted by muggles. I bought those a few years ago" Melinda said as she noticed him looking at the tapestries.
"You seem to know quite a lot about muggles" Harry said.
"I spent most of my childhood living amongst them" she said and suddenly seemed a bit sad. "Now, on to Occlumency. I think we should start from the beginning, just so you really get the basis. I'll try and enter your mind, you should try and stop my by any means possible. I'm guessing this is how Snape began too. Ready?"
Harry nodded, but was thrown back, she did not use a spell to enter his mind. She'd simply entered his mind with just a thought. He saw early memories form his childhood, as he had when Snape had entered his mind last year. And suddenly, the dream he had dreamt last night, the part where Voldemort was speaking of killing him appeared in his mind.
"Harry?"
Harry had fallen to the floor, as he had done in Snape's office last year. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and as he looked up he saw that Melinda looked really angry.
"How could you not tell me that!" she said angrily.
Harry got up, and their eyes met.
"I sort of... forgot..."
"You sort of forgot?!? She said shrilly, sounding a lot like an upset Mrs Weasley. "Harry, you HAVE to tell me or Dumbledore these things, we can't protect..."
"I can take care of myself; I've been doing it for quite some time now!" Harry burst out. "Besides, when isn't Voldemort out to kill me? These last few years, it has been a part of his plan every time, hasn't it?!?"
She just looked at him, with nothing to say. Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"You do have a point there, I'll grant you that. But you should still have told me or Dumbledore. He cares an awful lot about you, Harry, and I care a lot about you as well. I know you're frustrated and I know this is all... Very hard on you, but you need to tell us... But the part, about you taking care of yourself... I know you're already a very skilled wizard for your age, and that you've survived Voldemort's attempts to kill you more than once. That doesn't mean you don't need protection. You're still an underage wizard, you're still vulnerable... And... You're still very young...
"I didn't mean... I'm just fed up, with being imprisoned all the time, not be able to go outside or do anything."
"I do understand, Harry... And I know what it's like, feeling overprotected. Trust me, I've been there. But everyone wants your best, and the thing is, you still need protection, whether you like it or not."
Harry nodded, still a bit upset.
"So, you want to continue or shall we take a break and continue in the morning?" she asked quietly.
"Let's continue." Harry said and concentrated real hard. He was going to master Occlumency this time; he was going to make a real effort.
End of chapter 5.
Please, as always, review : - ) I know it's a lot of discussions and stuff, but it's needed...
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry and Co, I'm just playing around with the characters.
LEARNING OCCLUMENCY
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in Harry's and Ron's room, talking and updating each other on what they had heard from the members of the order so far. Ron had moved into the room that Melinda had offered Harry, since the twins snored loudly that Ron hadn't gotten much sleep the first night.
They sat on Harry's bed, eating chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans that Mrs Weasley had bought for them as she, Mr Weasley and the twins had gone to Diagon Alley earlier that day. They had bought the books they needed for the coming ysixth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry; they lay in three separate piles on the floor next to the bed.
Outside, night had fallen. The candles threw dark shadows on the walls in the room. There were several bookcases in this room as well, and Hermione had been going around beaming all day, reaching for books with interesting titles. Later Harry and Ron, who had grown tired of her little shrieks of happiness every time she found a very rare book, made her sit down with them.
Harry told them about the dream, leaving out the part where Voldemort had thought about killing him. He didn't want to worry them with more upsetting news. And when hadn't Voldemort threatening to kill him? As Harry recalled, that had been the case so many times earlier. Though he felt bad about not telling Melinda, it just hadn't come up.
"But, how did Melinda know all this?" Hermione said. "I mean, she must have been at Azkaban when they escaped."
Harry thought hard about it. Then he remembered something.
"The raven" he said out loud.
"Raven?" Ron said. "What raven?"
"I saw a raven this summer, it sat outside my window in a tree. I've only seen ravens in books and stuff before...But I've never seen one at Privet Drive... And then I saw one in that dream, maybe it's the same raven. It's too much of a coincidence..."
"Maybe Melinda is an animagus then" Ron said. "She might be the raven"
"But there's something more" Hermione said frowning. "Harry, you said Voldemort had mentioned something about the last of the ancient ones?"
"Yeah... I don't really know what he meant by that. It could be about Melinda, Dumbledore told me something the other day, about Melinda not being as young as she looked. And that she was an auror during the first war..."
"But that... That can't be" Ron said "She doesn't look a day over 30"
"No. She doesn't. And her name, I think I've heard that name somewhere else... Mentioned in a book..."
Hermione was thinking hard, looking at the bookcases.
"The only person I know of who was immortal and really old was Nicholas Flamell, but he received long life from drinking a potion made with the philosopher's stone..." she said grumbling.
"Yes, we know about him too" Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione glared at him.
"I'm only thinking out loud", she snarled.
Hermione and Ron started to argue, as they so often did. Harry sighed, he felt irritated. So he got up and left. When the door slammed shut, Ron and Hermione went silent and stared at the door.
Harry was tired of those two and their constant quarrelling. And he was tired of being cooped up here. He had spent all summer indoors, he just wanted to go out and walk until he got to tired to move his legs. Once again, he was imprisoned, trapped. All because he was who he was. He thought about leaving the house, go out and breathe the free air. But that would be stupid. He couldn't do that, no matter how much he wished he could.
Instead he threw himself down in one of the armchairs in the big room where he'd talked to Melinda last night. As he stared into the flames in the fireplace, he felt himself calming down. His heart didn't beat as fast, the anger that he had felt was fading.
"Harry?"
He turned his head, Melinda had entered the room.
"Thought we would start with the occlumency lessons" she said and smiled at him.
"Ok" Harry said and got up.
They went up the stairs, passed Harry and Ron's room and went further down the corridor. In the end of the corridor was a door that looked quite different from the other doors. Harry had noticed that there weren't two doors that looked the same in this old house. She opened it, and they walked into a big room, with nothing on the walls. There were tapestry's hanging from the ceiling down to the floor with old paintings. The people in the images weren't moving, as they most often were. They were completely still. There was one with beautiful women, all on winged horses, they were painted all over the tapestry. They were flying towards the sky, dragging what seemed to be men in armour with them.
"They're painted by muggles. I bought those a few years ago" Melinda said as she noticed him looking at the tapestries.
"You seem to know quite a lot about muggles" Harry said.
"I spent most of my childhood living amongst them" she said and suddenly seemed a bit sad. "Now, on to Occlumency. I think we should start from the beginning, just so you really get the basis. I'll try and enter your mind, you should try and stop my by any means possible. I'm guessing this is how Snape began too. Ready?"
Harry nodded, but was thrown back, she did not use a spell to enter his mind. She'd simply entered his mind with just a thought. He saw early memories form his childhood, as he had when Snape had entered his mind last year. And suddenly, the dream he had dreamt last night, the part where Voldemort was speaking of killing him appeared in his mind.
"Harry?"
Harry had fallen to the floor, as he had done in Snape's office last year. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and as he looked up he saw that Melinda looked really angry.
"How could you not tell me that!" she said angrily.
Harry got up, and their eyes met.
"I sort of... forgot..."
"You sort of forgot?!? She said shrilly, sounding a lot like an upset Mrs Weasley. "Harry, you HAVE to tell me or Dumbledore these things, we can't protect..."
"I can take care of myself; I've been doing it for quite some time now!" Harry burst out. "Besides, when isn't Voldemort out to kill me? These last few years, it has been a part of his plan every time, hasn't it?!?"
She just looked at him, with nothing to say. Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"You do have a point there, I'll grant you that. But you should still have told me or Dumbledore. He cares an awful lot about you, Harry, and I care a lot about you as well. I know you're frustrated and I know this is all... Very hard on you, but you need to tell us... But the part, about you taking care of yourself... I know you're already a very skilled wizard for your age, and that you've survived Voldemort's attempts to kill you more than once. That doesn't mean you don't need protection. You're still an underage wizard, you're still vulnerable... And... You're still very young...
"I didn't mean... I'm just fed up, with being imprisoned all the time, not be able to go outside or do anything."
"I do understand, Harry... And I know what it's like, feeling overprotected. Trust me, I've been there. But everyone wants your best, and the thing is, you still need protection, whether you like it or not."
Harry nodded, still a bit upset.
"So, you want to continue or shall we take a break and continue in the morning?" she asked quietly.
"Let's continue." Harry said and concentrated real hard. He was going to master Occlumency this time; he was going to make a real effort.
End of chapter 5.
Please, as always, review : - ) I know it's a lot of discussions and stuff, but it's needed...