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-- Chapter Nineteen --
- Shui-Wing0, Vash The Stampede29, Yana5, SpazMcG7, Suzaku West, SiriusChick88, Shania Maxwell, Bongo MonkeysXP, Abbie, Padfoot Princess - thank you for reviewing!
A/N – They said a spell in order to make the Professor visible. He was already there. The last thing they'd want is for him to be there. Another special thank you to Lynette. :)
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Harry made his up to his dorm, pleased that he'd finally told Draco. However, the nagging feeling that something was wrong overrode his happier sentiment.
They hadn't told Hermione about the various protection charms, spells, and even potions surrounding the area, as they had promised Dumbledore that they wouldn't tell anyone about their Room. If Windsler really was that powerful, so powerful that he could break through all that protection, than what was to stop him from going to Voldemort in the first place? Surely, he would easily overtake Voldemort's right hand Death Eater. After all, with a safe position inside of Hogwarts, and all the information he has undoubtedly gathered, he could come in very useful.
Just after waking the Fat Lady up, he decided that he wanted to confirm the multiple spells that protected Their Room, as it had come to be known. He wanted to see how Windsler had been able to get inside, get past those charms.
He apologized profusely for waking up the portrait's subject and then made his way into the tunnel. Draco and he had learned how to walk silently on the stone floors, and Harry used that knowledge to his benefit. He walked through the passageway until he reached that area where the wall had been broken down. In its place was a large tapestry, similar to the one in front of the Room of Requirement. However, instead of dancing trolls, there were quite a few three-headed dogs, similar to Hagrid's Fluffy but smaller, happily singing along to the great Barnaby.
He whispered the spell that only he, Draco, and Dumbledore knew of and entered. He smiled softly remembering the moments that Draco and he had shared here. He conveniently left out the visit from Dumbledore and the visit from Windsler.
However, he was jerked back to his task when he heard another set of footsteps behind him.
He turned around, but found no one.
"Videre Credi!" Harry whispered. Unlike last time, no one appeared. He carefully shrugged off the thought that Windsler was in there and got to work.
After a series of various spells failed, Harry mustered the courage to try the spell that Windsler himself had taught him only recently during a private lesson.
It was a fairly simple spell. It reversed time, but only a couple of hours back. That was all Harry needed. However, it was quite an intricate spell because its effects were similar to that of what was explained to him in his experience with Hermione and the time that they rescued Buckbeak and Sirius. If his past self witnessed his future self in the same area, serious consequences would occur.
He decided to hide under the bed before performing the spell, just in case.
"Tempus rieverest!"
In front of his eyes, all the past events of what happened in the room flashed - Windsler's appearance, the love making scene, and the Latin study session. He saw himself get undressed.
"Might as well get it over with," Harry heard himself grumble.
"Oh just get over here!" Draco replied anxiously.
With quite a few kicks in the back from the lovers above him, Harry managed to keep a decent lookout for any unwelcome visitors.
Harry felt close to falling asleep (since it was a fairly long time since anything interesting had occurred that Harry didn't already know about), when his eye caught a movement in the tapestry. He immediately sobered up and watched intently.
The tapestry rose and fell, and Harry saw Windsler appear from under it.
Windsler had once been a handsome man, or so the paintings gossip. He had attended Hogwarts himself. He was a Ravenclaw to the heart. They say he constantly buried himself under his books and was often discovered in the morning by his fellow house mates napping over a large stack of parchment. He was easily the equivalent of Hermione in his day. Girls often went after him, but he always turned them down. They assumed it was because of his school studies, and some even said that it was because he was an arrogant son-of-a-bitch. He often did portray that image, although his friends knew it was merely a façade. However, after a not-so-small incident with a Slytherin in his seventh year, almost everything he had going for him became everything he now despised.
A Merperson saw the entire affair. Of course, the mermaid in the painting in the Prefect's bathroom got wind, somehow, and by the end of the day, the entire school knew of the occurrence, or at least one version of it...
A Slytherin had somehow gotten wind that David Windsler was gay and at that time, as it often is in this day too, that was simply unacceptable. Windsler was attacked in the last week of school. He was outside, enjoying the refreshing air, taking a small, and rather unusual, break from his studies. He was cornered by Walter Cobblern, Freskin Gartene, Linost Trasgret, and Parthenia Piolene. Trasgret held in his hand a very simple potion. It would have made David's ears grow until they were just about the same size as Dumbo's, and then the swelling would disappear. But Windsler wasn't going to give in so easy. He took out his wand and fought hard. Many of the Slytherins left with scars, boils, broken bones, and a number of other injuries, many not so small. In the end, the potion was tossed directly into his face and the glass shredded his skin. That could have easily been healed by magic, but combined with Windsler's spell, which collided with the potion, it created a permanent manifestation.
Since then, Windsler had become a paranoid, repulsive, annoying, and adroit professor. Not too many of Hogwarts' occupants fancied him, except perhaps Filch. They had become good friends. He had previously been teaching Potions, of all things, at Durmstrang, but at the demand of a Dark Arts professor nearer to home, he left his old position to fill in this one. To this day, as Hermione discovered, he is known as one of four of the brightest students to attend Hogwarts. She, of course, is determined to become the fifth.
But back to our story...
The first thought that entered the future Harry's mind was why neither he nor Draco noticed Windsler. Sure they had been preoccupied, but not to that extent. Harry's mind went instinctively to their third year. There must be an answer there to why he can see Windsler now, but couldn't before.
And the fact that the spell he had attempted to use on Windsler (Videre Credi) failed. It had worked before...
Harry was jerked back to reality when he found himself frozen. The potion had obviously reached under the bed. However, at the moment when the Dark Arts professor was supposed to disappear, Harry was still able to see him.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed in frustration with regards to the element that he couldn't understand why he could see Windsler and they couldn't. He knew that the only reason was that the past somehow affected Windsler's magic, or that Windsler had somehow affected the two Harry's differently.
Harry saw Draco and himself walk out of the room, oblivious to the intruder standing in a distant corner.
As soon as they left, David Windsler approached Harry. He dragged Harry out from under the bed and pulled him onto his feet.
"If anybody gets wind of this, you will regret it," he threatened. "You know perfectly well what kind of damage I can do."
Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Harry staring after him, stunned.
-- End of Chapter Nineteen --
-- Chapter Nineteen --
- Shui-Wing0, Vash The Stampede29, Yana5, SpazMcG7, Suzaku West, SiriusChick88, Shania Maxwell, Bongo MonkeysXP, Abbie, Padfoot Princess - thank you for reviewing!
A/N – They said a spell in order to make the Professor visible. He was already there. The last thing they'd want is for him to be there. Another special thank you to Lynette. :)
--
Harry made his up to his dorm, pleased that he'd finally told Draco. However, the nagging feeling that something was wrong overrode his happier sentiment.
They hadn't told Hermione about the various protection charms, spells, and even potions surrounding the area, as they had promised Dumbledore that they wouldn't tell anyone about their Room. If Windsler really was that powerful, so powerful that he could break through all that protection, than what was to stop him from going to Voldemort in the first place? Surely, he would easily overtake Voldemort's right hand Death Eater. After all, with a safe position inside of Hogwarts, and all the information he has undoubtedly gathered, he could come in very useful.
Just after waking the Fat Lady up, he decided that he wanted to confirm the multiple spells that protected Their Room, as it had come to be known. He wanted to see how Windsler had been able to get inside, get past those charms.
He apologized profusely for waking up the portrait's subject and then made his way into the tunnel. Draco and he had learned how to walk silently on the stone floors, and Harry used that knowledge to his benefit. He walked through the passageway until he reached that area where the wall had been broken down. In its place was a large tapestry, similar to the one in front of the Room of Requirement. However, instead of dancing trolls, there were quite a few three-headed dogs, similar to Hagrid's Fluffy but smaller, happily singing along to the great Barnaby.
He whispered the spell that only he, Draco, and Dumbledore knew of and entered. He smiled softly remembering the moments that Draco and he had shared here. He conveniently left out the visit from Dumbledore and the visit from Windsler.
However, he was jerked back to his task when he heard another set of footsteps behind him.
He turned around, but found no one.
"Videre Credi!" Harry whispered. Unlike last time, no one appeared. He carefully shrugged off the thought that Windsler was in there and got to work.
After a series of various spells failed, Harry mustered the courage to try the spell that Windsler himself had taught him only recently during a private lesson.
It was a fairly simple spell. It reversed time, but only a couple of hours back. That was all Harry needed. However, it was quite an intricate spell because its effects were similar to that of what was explained to him in his experience with Hermione and the time that they rescued Buckbeak and Sirius. If his past self witnessed his future self in the same area, serious consequences would occur.
He decided to hide under the bed before performing the spell, just in case.
"Tempus rieverest!"
In front of his eyes, all the past events of what happened in the room flashed - Windsler's appearance, the love making scene, and the Latin study session. He saw himself get undressed.
"Might as well get it over with," Harry heard himself grumble.
"Oh just get over here!" Draco replied anxiously.
With quite a few kicks in the back from the lovers above him, Harry managed to keep a decent lookout for any unwelcome visitors.
Harry felt close to falling asleep (since it was a fairly long time since anything interesting had occurred that Harry didn't already know about), when his eye caught a movement in the tapestry. He immediately sobered up and watched intently.
The tapestry rose and fell, and Harry saw Windsler appear from under it.
Windsler had once been a handsome man, or so the paintings gossip. He had attended Hogwarts himself. He was a Ravenclaw to the heart. They say he constantly buried himself under his books and was often discovered in the morning by his fellow house mates napping over a large stack of parchment. He was easily the equivalent of Hermione in his day. Girls often went after him, but he always turned them down. They assumed it was because of his school studies, and some even said that it was because he was an arrogant son-of-a-bitch. He often did portray that image, although his friends knew it was merely a façade. However, after a not-so-small incident with a Slytherin in his seventh year, almost everything he had going for him became everything he now despised.
A Merperson saw the entire affair. Of course, the mermaid in the painting in the Prefect's bathroom got wind, somehow, and by the end of the day, the entire school knew of the occurrence, or at least one version of it...
A Slytherin had somehow gotten wind that David Windsler was gay and at that time, as it often is in this day too, that was simply unacceptable. Windsler was attacked in the last week of school. He was outside, enjoying the refreshing air, taking a small, and rather unusual, break from his studies. He was cornered by Walter Cobblern, Freskin Gartene, Linost Trasgret, and Parthenia Piolene. Trasgret held in his hand a very simple potion. It would have made David's ears grow until they were just about the same size as Dumbo's, and then the swelling would disappear. But Windsler wasn't going to give in so easy. He took out his wand and fought hard. Many of the Slytherins left with scars, boils, broken bones, and a number of other injuries, many not so small. In the end, the potion was tossed directly into his face and the glass shredded his skin. That could have easily been healed by magic, but combined with Windsler's spell, which collided with the potion, it created a permanent manifestation.
Since then, Windsler had become a paranoid, repulsive, annoying, and adroit professor. Not too many of Hogwarts' occupants fancied him, except perhaps Filch. They had become good friends. He had previously been teaching Potions, of all things, at Durmstrang, but at the demand of a Dark Arts professor nearer to home, he left his old position to fill in this one. To this day, as Hermione discovered, he is known as one of four of the brightest students to attend Hogwarts. She, of course, is determined to become the fifth.
But back to our story...
The first thought that entered the future Harry's mind was why neither he nor Draco noticed Windsler. Sure they had been preoccupied, but not to that extent. Harry's mind went instinctively to their third year. There must be an answer there to why he can see Windsler now, but couldn't before.
And the fact that the spell he had attempted to use on Windsler (Videre Credi) failed. It had worked before...
Harry was jerked back to reality when he found himself frozen. The potion had obviously reached under the bed. However, at the moment when the Dark Arts professor was supposed to disappear, Harry was still able to see him.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed in frustration with regards to the element that he couldn't understand why he could see Windsler and they couldn't. He knew that the only reason was that the past somehow affected Windsler's magic, or that Windsler had somehow affected the two Harry's differently.
Harry saw Draco and himself walk out of the room, oblivious to the intruder standing in a distant corner.
As soon as they left, David Windsler approached Harry. He dragged Harry out from under the bed and pulled him onto his feet.
"If anybody gets wind of this, you will regret it," he threatened. "You know perfectly well what kind of damage I can do."
Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Harry staring after him, stunned.
-- End of Chapter Nineteen --