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Disclaimer- I own nothing about harry potter except for this plot of Renee'...everything else is the wonderful JK Rowling's and I cannot thank her enough for writing it. If u have the time please check out 'Changes for the Better' by mickeymoose...its quite good actually.
Yay! I have some readers! Thank yawl so much for all the advice!
The filler bunny- I promise to smooth it out! Just give me a couple of days and itll be better!!! thanks!!!
Hippie-chick-forever: thanks! I really appreciate all the good encouragement and advice and stuff! Lol
Shedoc10- thanks so much! I'll make it a lot less 'jumpier' lol...
Sry...im just so excited that ppl read mt stuff...even though I know its not even close to good...I hope yawl like it...thanks again. Oo and wait...email me and tell me the parts where its especially choppy or jumpy! Ok...new chapter...
CHAPTER 10: The Dream that Opened the Door
Harry was walking down the same dark hallway that he had found himself in last year. He came to the end and approached one door. He opened it and his mom and dad were welcoming him home from the Hogwarts Express. His mother's long, vibrant red hair was billowing back behind her from the the steam of the locomotive. Her immensely green eyes were sparkling adoringly at Harry and his father was waving enthusiastically at him. His dad's untidy hair had always been one of the most obvious of his many features. Harry smiled broadly at the pair of them and ran up to hug them. Although he was 16, Harry still loved his parents more than anything.
"Glad to have you back, Harry!" Lily Potter greeted joyfully.
"Glad to see you guys, too!" said an awe-struck Harry. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he liked the fact that he could see his parents and talk to them. "Am I dreaming?" he asked.
"Honey, are you feeling all right?" Lily said with a smile. She pulled him toward her and felt his forehead. Seeing her smile made Harry wish even more that they were still alive. But they are. He told himself. They are right here. He pinched himself just to make sure.
"Yea, I'm fine. Where's Sirius?" he asked.
"He's right here," James said. He stepped to the left and there was Sirius. He was wearing a big smile and went to shake Harry's hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulled him into a big hug. Suddenly, Harry remembered what he had learned in Snape's office.
"Mum?" he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"I need to ask you a question... in private," he said awkwardly.
"Okay... What is it?" she inquired.
"When you were at Hogwarts. Did you ever— I mean, did you ever like Severus Snape?" he asked while choking down stutters.
"Yes," she said flatly. Her eyes were no where near Harry's.
"What's all the whispers about?" James whispered.
"Nothing," Lily giggled. Her love for James and Harry was still as strong as it ever was. They were leaving Platform 9 and ¾ when instead of arriving on the other side at King's Cross, he was in the Room of Requirement. Every where around him he saw portraits. All of the portraits were of different people. Harry looked around but neither his parents, nor godfather were there. A voice with no body was saying something to Harry but he couldn't hear what it was saying to him.
"What? Who's there?" he asked hesitantly.
"Secrets... secrets you will never know," said the voice. It was evil, like a hissing noise.
Harry awoke breathing heavily and a bit of a cold sweat was surfacing on his forehead. For some reason, he was disappointed. He had really thought he was with his parents. He had really believed that they were alive and that they were there. His breathing was slowly calming as he just thought about what had happened. He decided to go to the Room of Requirement to find out what all the portraits meant. Harry had learned throughout his life that his dreams were always important because they were usually true. He knew that this particular one wasn't because he had seen 3 dead people and talked to them, but maybe it meant something else.
The next morning he went down to the Great Hall and ate some breakfast. He barely said a word to Hermione, Ron, or Renee which made them think that there was something really wrong with him.
"Harry, you know you can tell me anything," Renee mentioned to him as he was making his way toward the Room of Requirement.
"That's nice to know," Harry said sarcastically. He was angry with himself. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he didn't care at this point.
"Why are you being like this?" she questioned.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand what it's like to not have parents," he retorted.
"And I wouldn't expect you to listen to anything I ever say," she cried. She walked away and Harry realized what he had said.
"Renee!" he called after her, but it was to late; she was already crying furiously.
When Harry reached the Room of Requirement, he paced in front of the doorway three times focusing hard on all the portraits he had seen in his dream. He opened the door apprehensively and when he opened it, he saw the exact image of what he had seen in his dream. Now he was trying to listen hard for the voice.
"My name is Harry Potter," he called hoping for an answer.
"Hello Harry Potter, my name is Godric Gryffindor," a voice said from behind him. Harry turned around sharply and saw a rather large portrait of a middle-aged man. The portrait looked very old and tattered.
"The Godric Gryffindor?" he asked in disbelief.
"That would be me," he chuckled. The man had a golden mustache and beard that reached the first button on his crimson and gold cloak. He had deep blue eyes and wrinkles lined his face. He had full, plump cheeks and thin lips. "You know, I didn't expect to see you so soon," he stated plainly.
"You were expecting to see me?" Harry inquired curiously.
"Yes, as your great, great, great, great, great grandfather I expected that you'd coming looking for me sooner or later," he mused.
"You're-- No, you can't be. You're my gr-- grandfather?" he choked.
"You didn't know?" he asked reproachfully.
"No, I had no idea!"
"How did you know to come here then?" he asked in bewilderment.
"I had a dream. Last night I dreamt about a room full of portraits so I came to the Room of Requirement looking for one," he answered.
"You dreamt about this place?" his voice was sounding quite odd.
"Yes," he said, "Was I not supposed to?"
"I don't know, when we built the castle, this room wasn't part of our original idea. It sort of created itself. I just found it odd that... Oh, never mind. So, how's your father?" he asked with a smile.
"Sir, my er-- my father's dead," he said sadly.
"No! It can't be! Not James. Whatever happened?" he gasped.
"Voldemort murdered him, as well as my mother," he said.
"Oh, how horrible! I remember when he was a student here. Young Tom Riddle. You would have never known that he would have turned out so badly," he sighed.
"You knew him?" Harry asked.
"Not quite. I knew of him. You see, I occupy many pictures throughout these halls. I may be physically dead, but not in the portraits." he concluded. He saw the sad look on Harry's face and offered him some condolences, "You know, Harry, though some may die, it doesn't mean anything. They are still with you in your heart and in your mind. Though you may not be able to talk to them everyday, they are still with you to guide you through life and lead you down the right paths," he assured Harry.
"Thank you, er-- what should I call you?" he asked.
"Just call me God," he said with a laugh. "No, I'm just-- what is you call it now-a-days... kidding, that's it. I'm kidding. Call me Gryff," he said through a chuckle.
"Well, thank you Gryff. I better be getting back to the common room now," Harry finished. "Bye. Oh, wait. Where can I see you?"
"I actually fancy the painting of the sunset on the 4th floor corridor. If ever you need me, that's where I will be," he said heartily.
"Bye!" Harry said and left the room. But what Harry didn't know was that his great grandfather wasn't his only relative that was in the room that day.
Hahaha cliff hanger....minor though. Please keep reading! It will get better...I assure you that much! Peace, love, and food! Woo hoo...
And I would like to give a big, fat thanks to my dear reviewer, the Funness! Check out her stuff!!
Disclaimer- I own nothing about harry potter except for this plot of Renee'...everything else is the wonderful JK Rowling's and I cannot thank her enough for writing it. If u have the time please check out 'Changes for the Better' by mickeymoose...its quite good actually.
Yay! I have some readers! Thank yawl so much for all the advice!
The filler bunny- I promise to smooth it out! Just give me a couple of days and itll be better!!! thanks!!!
Hippie-chick-forever: thanks! I really appreciate all the good encouragement and advice and stuff! Lol
Shedoc10- thanks so much! I'll make it a lot less 'jumpier' lol...
Sry...im just so excited that ppl read mt stuff...even though I know its not even close to good...I hope yawl like it...thanks again. Oo and wait...email me and tell me the parts where its especially choppy or jumpy! Ok...new chapter...
CHAPTER 10: The Dream that Opened the Door
Harry was walking down the same dark hallway that he had found himself in last year. He came to the end and approached one door. He opened it and his mom and dad were welcoming him home from the Hogwarts Express. His mother's long, vibrant red hair was billowing back behind her from the the steam of the locomotive. Her immensely green eyes were sparkling adoringly at Harry and his father was waving enthusiastically at him. His dad's untidy hair had always been one of the most obvious of his many features. Harry smiled broadly at the pair of them and ran up to hug them. Although he was 16, Harry still loved his parents more than anything.
"Glad to have you back, Harry!" Lily Potter greeted joyfully.
"Glad to see you guys, too!" said an awe-struck Harry. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he liked the fact that he could see his parents and talk to them. "Am I dreaming?" he asked.
"Honey, are you feeling all right?" Lily said with a smile. She pulled him toward her and felt his forehead. Seeing her smile made Harry wish even more that they were still alive. But they are. He told himself. They are right here. He pinched himself just to make sure.
"Yea, I'm fine. Where's Sirius?" he asked.
"He's right here," James said. He stepped to the left and there was Sirius. He was wearing a big smile and went to shake Harry's hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulled him into a big hug. Suddenly, Harry remembered what he had learned in Snape's office.
"Mum?" he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"I need to ask you a question... in private," he said awkwardly.
"Okay... What is it?" she inquired.
"When you were at Hogwarts. Did you ever— I mean, did you ever like Severus Snape?" he asked while choking down stutters.
"Yes," she said flatly. Her eyes were no where near Harry's.
"What's all the whispers about?" James whispered.
"Nothing," Lily giggled. Her love for James and Harry was still as strong as it ever was. They were leaving Platform 9 and ¾ when instead of arriving on the other side at King's Cross, he was in the Room of Requirement. Every where around him he saw portraits. All of the portraits were of different people. Harry looked around but neither his parents, nor godfather were there. A voice with no body was saying something to Harry but he couldn't hear what it was saying to him.
"What? Who's there?" he asked hesitantly.
"Secrets... secrets you will never know," said the voice. It was evil, like a hissing noise.
Harry awoke breathing heavily and a bit of a cold sweat was surfacing on his forehead. For some reason, he was disappointed. He had really thought he was with his parents. He had really believed that they were alive and that they were there. His breathing was slowly calming as he just thought about what had happened. He decided to go to the Room of Requirement to find out what all the portraits meant. Harry had learned throughout his life that his dreams were always important because they were usually true. He knew that this particular one wasn't because he had seen 3 dead people and talked to them, but maybe it meant something else.
The next morning he went down to the Great Hall and ate some breakfast. He barely said a word to Hermione, Ron, or Renee which made them think that there was something really wrong with him.
"Harry, you know you can tell me anything," Renee mentioned to him as he was making his way toward the Room of Requirement.
"That's nice to know," Harry said sarcastically. He was angry with himself. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he didn't care at this point.
"Why are you being like this?" she questioned.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand what it's like to not have parents," he retorted.
"And I wouldn't expect you to listen to anything I ever say," she cried. She walked away and Harry realized what he had said.
"Renee!" he called after her, but it was to late; she was already crying furiously.
When Harry reached the Room of Requirement, he paced in front of the doorway three times focusing hard on all the portraits he had seen in his dream. He opened the door apprehensively and when he opened it, he saw the exact image of what he had seen in his dream. Now he was trying to listen hard for the voice.
"My name is Harry Potter," he called hoping for an answer.
"Hello Harry Potter, my name is Godric Gryffindor," a voice said from behind him. Harry turned around sharply and saw a rather large portrait of a middle-aged man. The portrait looked very old and tattered.
"The Godric Gryffindor?" he asked in disbelief.
"That would be me," he chuckled. The man had a golden mustache and beard that reached the first button on his crimson and gold cloak. He had deep blue eyes and wrinkles lined his face. He had full, plump cheeks and thin lips. "You know, I didn't expect to see you so soon," he stated plainly.
"You were expecting to see me?" Harry inquired curiously.
"Yes, as your great, great, great, great, great grandfather I expected that you'd coming looking for me sooner or later," he mused.
"You're-- No, you can't be. You're my gr-- grandfather?" he choked.
"You didn't know?" he asked reproachfully.
"No, I had no idea!"
"How did you know to come here then?" he asked in bewilderment.
"I had a dream. Last night I dreamt about a room full of portraits so I came to the Room of Requirement looking for one," he answered.
"You dreamt about this place?" his voice was sounding quite odd.
"Yes," he said, "Was I not supposed to?"
"I don't know, when we built the castle, this room wasn't part of our original idea. It sort of created itself. I just found it odd that... Oh, never mind. So, how's your father?" he asked with a smile.
"Sir, my er-- my father's dead," he said sadly.
"No! It can't be! Not James. Whatever happened?" he gasped.
"Voldemort murdered him, as well as my mother," he said.
"Oh, how horrible! I remember when he was a student here. Young Tom Riddle. You would have never known that he would have turned out so badly," he sighed.
"You knew him?" Harry asked.
"Not quite. I knew of him. You see, I occupy many pictures throughout these halls. I may be physically dead, but not in the portraits." he concluded. He saw the sad look on Harry's face and offered him some condolences, "You know, Harry, though some may die, it doesn't mean anything. They are still with you in your heart and in your mind. Though you may not be able to talk to them everyday, they are still with you to guide you through life and lead you down the right paths," he assured Harry.
"Thank you, er-- what should I call you?" he asked.
"Just call me God," he said with a laugh. "No, I'm just-- what is you call it now-a-days... kidding, that's it. I'm kidding. Call me Gryff," he said through a chuckle.
"Well, thank you Gryff. I better be getting back to the common room now," Harry finished. "Bye. Oh, wait. Where can I see you?"
"I actually fancy the painting of the sunset on the 4th floor corridor. If ever you need me, that's where I will be," he said heartily.
"Bye!" Harry said and left the room. But what Harry didn't know was that his great grandfather wasn't his only relative that was in the room that day.
Hahaha cliff hanger....minor though. Please keep reading! It will get better...I assure you that much! Peace, love, and food! Woo hoo...
And I would like to give a big, fat thanks to my dear reviewer, the Funness! Check out her stuff!!