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Chapter Eight – Under Influence
By Darkness-Nightfall
A/N: This chapter needs to be short; it's leading into a longer one for the next chapter, which is sort of eventful. Enjoy!
Harry spent the rest of the afternoon sitting under the tree that his father used to sit under many years ago.
He had learned his lesson not to throw rocks into the Great Lake, so instead he sat and, for once without being forced by Hermione, he read.
Hogwarts was founded by four powerful witches and wizards. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. Each brought some new quality or view to the school, making it a better place for all....
The book seemed to drone on forever. Soon he had closed it and was lying with his back against the tree, thinking over what had happened.
A light wind rippled the water on the lake, causing droplets to fly in Harry's direction. He shook his head, somewhat like a dog, to dislodge them from his hair.
It was then he felt the clunk of the potion bang against him. Slowly, he pulled it out and looked it over.
It was still a misty purple colour and the flask was only small, about five inches high to the cork that held in the liquid.
Pulling out the cork, he took a swig of the purple potion. Settling back against the tree, he waited for something to happen. Nothing.
He closed his eyes and felt the wind ruffle his hair. Suddenly, he felt like someone was forcing his eyes open.
He tried to close them again, only to achieve the same result. Finally, after battling with his eyelids for five minutes he gave up and kept them open.
Instantly, his hand reached over and grabbed his book and he stood up, walking forcefully back to the castle.
'Where am I going?' He wondered to himself, for his legs seem to be moving at his own accord. Every time he tried to stop he found himself walking forwards anyway.
He walked right into the castle and bumped into Malfoy, who in turn grabbed his own wand and tried to cast the Engorgio Charm but failed, because Harry's newfound self had blocked it before it had been cast, reflecting it back on Malfoy, who looked utterly on the verge of bashing Harry's head in, but even if he could have gotten around Harry's shield, he would have to worry about his arms, legs and head, which had swollen to Dudley's size (Which is saying something).
Harry was surprised at how fast he had cast the shield charm. But he didn't have another second to think about it because he was racing up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room.
He skidded to a halt in front of the Fat Lady Portrait. "Minglus Newts" He said breathlessly before she could ask for the password. When it swung open, Harry rushed in and ran up the stairs to the boy's dorms, taking two steps at a time.
Bursting into the sixth year's room, he saw Ron still sitting on his bed looking dumbstruck.
"Harry... I – "He started to say, but Harry surprised himself by answering without even thinking about it.
"No time." He muttered running back downstairs and to the library.
He sat, in a table in the far corner, his quill scratching along the parchment. He looked at the finished product, satisfied.
The heading along the top read:
Hogwarts- The Massacre.
Rolling up the parchment, he walked calmly out of the Library, to put his plan into action.
A/N: Can anyone guess what Voldemort gave him? Hint hint nudge nudge
Chapter Eight – Under Influence
By Darkness-Nightfall
A/N: This chapter needs to be short; it's leading into a longer one for the next chapter, which is sort of eventful. Enjoy!
Harry spent the rest of the afternoon sitting under the tree that his father used to sit under many years ago.
He had learned his lesson not to throw rocks into the Great Lake, so instead he sat and, for once without being forced by Hermione, he read.
Hogwarts was founded by four powerful witches and wizards. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. Each brought some new quality or view to the school, making it a better place for all....
The book seemed to drone on forever. Soon he had closed it and was lying with his back against the tree, thinking over what had happened.
A light wind rippled the water on the lake, causing droplets to fly in Harry's direction. He shook his head, somewhat like a dog, to dislodge them from his hair.
It was then he felt the clunk of the potion bang against him. Slowly, he pulled it out and looked it over.
It was still a misty purple colour and the flask was only small, about five inches high to the cork that held in the liquid.
Pulling out the cork, he took a swig of the purple potion. Settling back against the tree, he waited for something to happen. Nothing.
He closed his eyes and felt the wind ruffle his hair. Suddenly, he felt like someone was forcing his eyes open.
He tried to close them again, only to achieve the same result. Finally, after battling with his eyelids for five minutes he gave up and kept them open.
Instantly, his hand reached over and grabbed his book and he stood up, walking forcefully back to the castle.
'Where am I going?' He wondered to himself, for his legs seem to be moving at his own accord. Every time he tried to stop he found himself walking forwards anyway.
He walked right into the castle and bumped into Malfoy, who in turn grabbed his own wand and tried to cast the Engorgio Charm but failed, because Harry's newfound self had blocked it before it had been cast, reflecting it back on Malfoy, who looked utterly on the verge of bashing Harry's head in, but even if he could have gotten around Harry's shield, he would have to worry about his arms, legs and head, which had swollen to Dudley's size (Which is saying something).
Harry was surprised at how fast he had cast the shield charm. But he didn't have another second to think about it because he was racing up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room.
He skidded to a halt in front of the Fat Lady Portrait. "Minglus Newts" He said breathlessly before she could ask for the password. When it swung open, Harry rushed in and ran up the stairs to the boy's dorms, taking two steps at a time.
Bursting into the sixth year's room, he saw Ron still sitting on his bed looking dumbstruck.
"Harry... I – "He started to say, but Harry surprised himself by answering without even thinking about it.
"No time." He muttered running back downstairs and to the library.
He sat, in a table in the far corner, his quill scratching along the parchment. He looked at the finished product, satisfied.
The heading along the top read:
Hogwarts- The Massacre.
Rolling up the parchment, he walked calmly out of the Library, to put his plan into action.
A/N: Can anyone guess what Voldemort gave him? Hint hint nudge nudge