Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter characters like JKR does, I'd be
rich. Sadly, I am not. (*Sniff*)
A/N: The disclaimer above applies to the entire story.
Through the Veil
Chapter 1:
Harry strolled over to his window, in the smallest bedroom of Number Four Privet Drive, located in Little Whinging, Surrey. He thrust open the curtains to let in some light, and lifted the window, hoping that even the tiniest of breezes would soar through. The morning light spilled through the windowpane, illuminating the room in its entirety. Still, no breeze. Hedwig, perched in her cage, stood sleeping soundly. Not even the extreme brightness of the morning's light could wake her.
Harry walked back to his bed, and collapsed on it. He had wanted to use Hedwig to send a letter to Sirius, his godfather.
"He is gone," Harry couldn't help telling himself over and over. "Stop thinking about it."
But, the truth was, Harry could not stop thinking of that night a few weeks ago when Sirius had fallen through that veil. He also thought constantly of the prophecy, the one that Dumbledoor's pensive had shown Professor Trelawney giving.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT. AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES.THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES."
The words of this prophecy had been floating around in his head for the past few weeks, repeating the words in the exact same tone of voice Professor Trelawney had used when she had given it; deep and dark. It got rather annoying after a while. Harry had even considered casting a memory charm on himself so that he would forget all about the prophecy, but decided against it when he realized that he didn't know how to do a proper one. But it was still unnerving knowing that during his life, he would have to be killed by Voldemort or kill Voldemort himself.
Harry tried, once again, to rid his mind of this thought, and failed. He stood up, and began to pace the room. Then, just as he began to pace, he heard a loud THUD and looked around the room to find out what had happened. As his eyes landed on the window, he realized that an owl had collided with the top of the windowpane. Harry had opened the window as far as it would go, which was only about halfway. The owl found its way into the room, and when Harry looked at it closer, he recognized that it was Pig, Ron's Owl. The owl landed on Harry's dresser. Harry then reached out and carefully untied the letter from the owl's leg. He took his penknife and carefully slit the envelope, then pulled out the parchment that it contained.
Harry-
How has your summer been lately? I have gone to Diagon Alley a few times to help Fred and George out with the store. Can you believe that they have already made over 100,000 galleons since they left school? George says that he and Fred owe you big time. Probably because if you wouldn't have given them the money to start off with, they wouldn't have even been able to rent the building.
They moved into apartments above their shop so that they don't have to apparate there everyday. Fred and George are going to open a store in Hogsmeade too, since they have so many customers. Fred said that all of the Hogwarts students would want some of their product. (Personally, I think that he is being a bit too optimistic about ALL of the Hogwarts students wanting joke supplies. I mean, could you see Hermione ever going in that shop? Also, they have Zonko's there as competition.) But, they won't listen to me. So, George is going to work the Diagon Alley Shop, and Fred is going to move into a vacant store in Hogsmeade. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes II should be up and running a month before school starts.
And Harry, guess what? Mum says if you want, you can come stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Ginny is inviting Hermione. Send Pig back with an answer. I hope you decide to come!
-Ron
Harry scribbled a note on the back of Ron's letter.
Ron-
That's awesome that they are opening a joke shop in Hogsmeade! I can't wait to buy some Skivving Snackboxes to get out of Potions and Divination with. Snape and Trelawny will never know what hit them. I wonder who Dumbledore hired for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.
And are you kidding, mate? Of course I'll come. I can't wait to get out of the Dursley's. Write me back as soon as you get this letter with a date and time for when I should come. I'll come by floo powder. I bought some on the last Hogsmeade weekend before school ended. See you soon!
Harry
Harry then tied the letter to Pig and he took off out the window. He watched Pig until he couldn't see him any more, at which point his thoughts then turned back to his godfather. Harry sighed and collapsed onto his bed. He missed his godfather a great deal. He didn't even have a portrait of Sirius to talk to now. Harry still couldn't believe that Sirius was actually dead.
Harry caught himself thinking, "He has to be alive. Falling through that veil doesn't necessarily mean that he is dead. After all, Bellatrix Lestrange didn't kill him. A flash of red light had hit him, not green light."
He paused, stunned at what he had just realized and then said it aloud, reasoning it out.
"If it were a green light, he would have died. Green light means dark magic. But it was a red light, and red light is a stunning spell, which means that he was only stunned."
The full impact of this realization hit Harry- no one else had seen the spell hit Sirius. Lupin only saw him collapse and fall through the veil.
"Of course!" Harry cried.
"Lupin thought he had been stuck by a flash of green light because there had been so many of them flying around the room. There might be a chance that he is still alive! It all depends on what that veil." Harry said, talking so that he could hear himself think over the lawnmower that had been started outside. Then he realized that he must write to Dumbledore at once, for Dumbledore was the only one who could help him.
Harry ran over to the desk on the other side of the room, pulled out a bottle of ink and a roll of spare parchment, and began to write.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I have just realized that my godfather (you know who he is- but I cant write it incase the owl is intercepted) must be still alive. The curse that made him fall into the veil was a flash of red light- a stunning spell. If he were dead it would have been a green light. Can you help me find him? I need to know what that veil is. I should have asked earlier. Please respond as soon as you can.
Regards, Harry
"There. That should do it. Now where is Hedwig?" said Harry to himself again. "Ah, there she is."
Hedwig flew in through the window and landed on the top of her cage. She had flown out of the window before Pig had arrived with Ron's letter, most likely to go hunting. She was carrying a dead mouse in her beak and dropped it on the cage when she landed. She gave a hoot, as though wanting praise for catching it. But Harry didn't have time for that. He quickly fastened the note to her leg and said, "Hedwig. Find Dumbledore quickly and make sure he reads this note."
And with that, Hedwig soared off out the open window to deliver the letter.
rich. Sadly, I am not. (*Sniff*)
A/N: The disclaimer above applies to the entire story.
Through the Veil
Chapter 1:
Harry strolled over to his window, in the smallest bedroom of Number Four Privet Drive, located in Little Whinging, Surrey. He thrust open the curtains to let in some light, and lifted the window, hoping that even the tiniest of breezes would soar through. The morning light spilled through the windowpane, illuminating the room in its entirety. Still, no breeze. Hedwig, perched in her cage, stood sleeping soundly. Not even the extreme brightness of the morning's light could wake her.
Harry walked back to his bed, and collapsed on it. He had wanted to use Hedwig to send a letter to Sirius, his godfather.
"He is gone," Harry couldn't help telling himself over and over. "Stop thinking about it."
But, the truth was, Harry could not stop thinking of that night a few weeks ago when Sirius had fallen through that veil. He also thought constantly of the prophecy, the one that Dumbledoor's pensive had shown Professor Trelawney giving.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT. AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES.THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES."
The words of this prophecy had been floating around in his head for the past few weeks, repeating the words in the exact same tone of voice Professor Trelawney had used when she had given it; deep and dark. It got rather annoying after a while. Harry had even considered casting a memory charm on himself so that he would forget all about the prophecy, but decided against it when he realized that he didn't know how to do a proper one. But it was still unnerving knowing that during his life, he would have to be killed by Voldemort or kill Voldemort himself.
Harry tried, once again, to rid his mind of this thought, and failed. He stood up, and began to pace the room. Then, just as he began to pace, he heard a loud THUD and looked around the room to find out what had happened. As his eyes landed on the window, he realized that an owl had collided with the top of the windowpane. Harry had opened the window as far as it would go, which was only about halfway. The owl found its way into the room, and when Harry looked at it closer, he recognized that it was Pig, Ron's Owl. The owl landed on Harry's dresser. Harry then reached out and carefully untied the letter from the owl's leg. He took his penknife and carefully slit the envelope, then pulled out the parchment that it contained.
Harry-
How has your summer been lately? I have gone to Diagon Alley a few times to help Fred and George out with the store. Can you believe that they have already made over 100,000 galleons since they left school? George says that he and Fred owe you big time. Probably because if you wouldn't have given them the money to start off with, they wouldn't have even been able to rent the building.
They moved into apartments above their shop so that they don't have to apparate there everyday. Fred and George are going to open a store in Hogsmeade too, since they have so many customers. Fred said that all of the Hogwarts students would want some of their product. (Personally, I think that he is being a bit too optimistic about ALL of the Hogwarts students wanting joke supplies. I mean, could you see Hermione ever going in that shop? Also, they have Zonko's there as competition.) But, they won't listen to me. So, George is going to work the Diagon Alley Shop, and Fred is going to move into a vacant store in Hogsmeade. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes II should be up and running a month before school starts.
And Harry, guess what? Mum says if you want, you can come stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Ginny is inviting Hermione. Send Pig back with an answer. I hope you decide to come!
-Ron
Harry scribbled a note on the back of Ron's letter.
Ron-
That's awesome that they are opening a joke shop in Hogsmeade! I can't wait to buy some Skivving Snackboxes to get out of Potions and Divination with. Snape and Trelawny will never know what hit them. I wonder who Dumbledore hired for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.
And are you kidding, mate? Of course I'll come. I can't wait to get out of the Dursley's. Write me back as soon as you get this letter with a date and time for when I should come. I'll come by floo powder. I bought some on the last Hogsmeade weekend before school ended. See you soon!
Harry
Harry then tied the letter to Pig and he took off out the window. He watched Pig until he couldn't see him any more, at which point his thoughts then turned back to his godfather. Harry sighed and collapsed onto his bed. He missed his godfather a great deal. He didn't even have a portrait of Sirius to talk to now. Harry still couldn't believe that Sirius was actually dead.
Harry caught himself thinking, "He has to be alive. Falling through that veil doesn't necessarily mean that he is dead. After all, Bellatrix Lestrange didn't kill him. A flash of red light had hit him, not green light."
He paused, stunned at what he had just realized and then said it aloud, reasoning it out.
"If it were a green light, he would have died. Green light means dark magic. But it was a red light, and red light is a stunning spell, which means that he was only stunned."
The full impact of this realization hit Harry- no one else had seen the spell hit Sirius. Lupin only saw him collapse and fall through the veil.
"Of course!" Harry cried.
"Lupin thought he had been stuck by a flash of green light because there had been so many of them flying around the room. There might be a chance that he is still alive! It all depends on what that veil." Harry said, talking so that he could hear himself think over the lawnmower that had been started outside. Then he realized that he must write to Dumbledore at once, for Dumbledore was the only one who could help him.
Harry ran over to the desk on the other side of the room, pulled out a bottle of ink and a roll of spare parchment, and began to write.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I have just realized that my godfather (you know who he is- but I cant write it incase the owl is intercepted) must be still alive. The curse that made him fall into the veil was a flash of red light- a stunning spell. If he were dead it would have been a green light. Can you help me find him? I need to know what that veil is. I should have asked earlier. Please respond as soon as you can.
Regards, Harry
"There. That should do it. Now where is Hedwig?" said Harry to himself again. "Ah, there she is."
Hedwig flew in through the window and landed on the top of her cage. She had flown out of the window before Pig had arrived with Ron's letter, most likely to go hunting. She was carrying a dead mouse in her beak and dropped it on the cage when she landed. She gave a hoot, as though wanting praise for catching it. But Harry didn't have time for that. He quickly fastened the note to her leg and said, "Hedwig. Find Dumbledore quickly and make sure he reads this note."
And with that, Hedwig soared off out the open window to deliver the letter.